Rori's Corner: Ushishishi~, I can't resist writing this. There is an utter lack of Shiki ficcies.

And even more on this pair. Tempting.

I think it has a probability of 70% in going up one rating. :3 Maybe~ Because Senri is pretty mol~est~able

- Ahem.

Summary: Kuran Kaname, an immensely popular senior, has the odd habit of going out with anyone at the start of the week and then dumping the person in the end. And Shiki Senri, on a whim, asks him out. Not out of love, but from curiosity. After all, it's not like it's love or anything...right?Disclaimer: This is based on the manga "Seven Days" by Tachibana Benio and Takarai Rihito. This was originally an idea I had for Death Note, but the lack in Shiki-lovelie~ is totally...tempting. Tempting enough for me to forsake the former.

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Seven Days to Love

Day 1: Confess and Contact

"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear."

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Soft chestnut brown hair, mesmerizing liquid blue eyes, dark, smoky eyelashes, prominent nose, enviably smooth, chaste lips, chiseled jawline of temptation, shoulders neither broad nor feminine, arms toned but not muscular, body slender and lithe, and legs that were slim and agile.

He was the epitome of perfection, the stoic prince of beauty who would pose with such charisma in front of the acute camera, the face on the cover of each magazine about Popular People and the designer clothes line, and the teen with one of the most overwhelming fanclubs in Cross Academy. He was sought after by the rabid girls and admired by his peers alike with his Adonis features; perfectly boyish and impassive. And his fame had followed him since adolescence, even amongst this world of beautiful vampires and normal humans.

Shiki Senri yawned, not bothering to cover up his gaping mouth. He didn't really care for his appearance as much as others thought he would, considering his reputation and looks. But, then again, the "others" had tripped over themselves in thinking that he was ever close to their ideal expectations. These ideal expectations from those well-bred yet close-minded girls of the prestigious vampiric households included the impressions that he was hiding his true self behind a cold visage, and only one special girl could ever dispel his mental barrier. He was beyond perfection; a beauty that could not be worn down, a prince who would delicately carry his princess, the face that would appear the same throughout night and day, the lucid and seductive irises that could send a girl fainting with one glance, and...

He lost track of what other rumors had accumulated by the girls with too much time on their hands.

Shiki glanced lazily out the window, head resting on palm and fingers tapping steadily on the desk. Below the green foliage were two girls, and they seemed to be looking up with wistful expressions. The brunet checked to see that the professor was preoccupied – the droning man was reviewing their notes – before raising his tapping fingers into a languid wave. The girls squealed with clasped hands, and even in this distance, though perhaps with help from his vampiric handicaps, he could tell they were both blushing. It was entertaining, considering what a dreadfully boring class he was in.

Riiing.

It was break time. And the minute the bell had rung, Shiki stood up from his seat and yawned again, stretching his limbs sluggishly. "Ahh," he sighed, sitting back down. "I just want to go back to the dorm and sleep..."

"Shiki," a feminine voice addressed him. He looked up and saw Touya Rima, a noble female vampire he'd known since childhood. She was also a model, and she occasionally starred in his photo-shoots. Her dandelion hair was pulled up into ponytails, and she was currently looking at him with a mildly stern gaze.

"Hm?" Shiki questioned lazily, eyes already glued to the window. The sunlight was dim, but its rays scattered over the benches and created shadows. It was because this area usually had a bit of solar energy per month that the vampires attended classes during the day.

Rima leaned on his desk, cerulean eyes following his unwavering gaze. "Have you heard?"

"Heard about what?" The birds were chirping rather grandly.

"Kuran Kaname-sama's illness."

He turned to face the indifferent eyes of Rima. Kuran Kaname was in the same year as he was in, but the other was a pureblood, and pureblood vampires didn't usually become ill. They were gifted with the best health because of their pure bloodline that was void of human or noble coalescence, and also their beauty was unrivaled. The purebloods were honored by all vampires due to their power, fame, money, and, above all, looks. Shiki quirked an eyebrow, though his expression remained stoic. "He fell ill?"

"Apparently he hadn't been to school today. The girls are anxious because this is the start of the week," depicted Rima.

"Hmm..." hummed the brunet boredly. "I've never really met him."

The female model didn't reply; instead, she had looked away with a distant mien. She stayed that way until Shiki prompted her with a questioning glance. Rima cleared her throat slightly before she murmured, "I went on a date with Kaname-sama before." At the other's sudden interest, she blushed faintly and stammered indignantly, "But it was like the dream of a lifetime. Kaname-sama did everything you asked him to, and he was especially beautiful once you got a closer look at him."

Shiki made a low, impressed noise. "And?" he prodded, attention riveted on the girl before him.

"And he broke up with me at the end of the week." Rima didn't seem too emotional, just like she always was. She glanced at him indifferently. "He does that to every person who asked him out. He would accept anyone who asks him out at the start of the week, and then by Sunday, he would break up with the person with these exact words - "

"'I'm sorry, but I cannot fall in love with you. Just like that," a familiar, calm but happy voice informed. Ichijo Takuma emerged from behind Rima, smiling warmly.

Raising an eyebrow at the blond, Shiki said skeptically, "Don't tell me you also went out with him."

Ichijo laughed. "It'd make quite the news if I did. I know Kaname-sama personally, actually. He really does that to every person who asks him out. It's a bit odd, but none of the people he dated bears a grudge about it." The fair blond glanced at his watch as he talked. "We have self-study period right now. Are we ordering sushi or...?"

"Sushi," Rima and Shiki chimed simultaneously.

Ichijo grinned, eyes beaming. "Well, someone needs to pick it up."

"I'll go," the brunet volunteered, standing up smoothly. Maybe he could also order pocky along the way. Ichijo patted his shoulder, smiling beatifically. Shiki shrugged and headed out the classroom, taking the stairs down to the school's exit.

He didn't usually think about the rare pureblood vampire, Kuran Kaname. By first impression, he thought the other was an extraordinary person from looks to behavior, behavior to etiquette, etiquette to grace, grace to power, and from power to control. Shiki's monotonous evaluation was that the dark-haired pureblood was a cause for admiration, and he was frequently hoarded by girls who would always talk a bit too loud and speak a little too fast. In other words, Kaname Kuran was immensely popular with the girls, had the appearance of a god and the gifted ability to control vampires below him.

Shiki leaned on the wall, looking up blankly at the cloudy sky and the shrouded sun. He was waiting for the delivery man to come by with the sushi and also the special order of a packet of pocky.

Vrrooom!

His tantalizing blue eyes roved to the street where a silver convertible was racing across the pavement. It must've been a Chevy Camaro, he thought. The vehicle slowed to a plausible speed and halted smoothly in front of the sidewalk. The passenger door clicked open, and a tall brunet with silky tresses of brown hair with captivating burnished irises emerged, white uniform unblemished and posture straight. His head was facing Shiki sideways, and his dark strands of hair obscured his strikingly attractive face. The chauffeur, a woman with long blonde hair wearing idol-like shades, waved at him before departing, swerving the vehicle to the left. The individual turned to the school, eyes glancing at the light brunet who was leaning on the wall.

Shiki breathed evenly, staring unblinkingly and undauntedly back. Kuran Kaname had arrived, it seemed. The rumor of his being ill was, in the end, a rumor after all.

"Shiki Senri...?" It was a mellow murmur, quiet yet audible all the same.

"Kuran Kaname-sama," he greeted, bowing slightly.

Kaname strolled across the sidewalk, figure tall and face composed. He was wearing a tenuous smile, adding onto his inexplicable aura of mystery. "Has class already begun?"

Shiki nodded, eyes following the brunet's every move. He didn't question the other's tardiness, as the idea was intrusive by itself and very unfitting of his character. Instead, another subject had piqued his interest at the moment, and if fate and curiosity hadn't captured him, he wouldn't have had the courage to ask this of the cordial yet dangerous pureblood. The model slid down the wall and sat on the asphalt with his knees pressing close to his chest. "...Have you been confessed to, today, as of yet?" Shiki met the surprise in those sinfully deep orbs, his own eyes betraying nothing despite the raging nerves tingling senselessly up and down his spine.

The dark brunet eyed him laxly from where he sat, a perfect brow arching inquisitively. "No, no yet," he declined.

"Hmm..." Shiki murmured, expression remaining carefully indifferent. He uttered tonelessly, "So, it's going to start now, huh."

"I suppose," agreed the pureblood vampire, surprised still by the latter's inquiry. Shiki Senri didn't seem the type to care about such trivial matters of others. Perhaps he had the wrong impression of the stoic brunet. He hardly changed expressions, and the only times he ever did was in front of the flashing cameras. Kaname looked over the silently deliberating teen, wondering what was soon to come out of his monotonous voice.

Shiki raised his lucid eyes to clash with amber irises, debating if he'd made the wrong decision in satisfying his curiosity. "Are you really fine with anyone as long as he or she is the first to confess?"

Kaname blinked. This was rather surprising, especially coming from the distant model. He smiled mildly, answering the inquiry, "It would be wrong to assume just by looking at the person's face, wouldn't it?"

"Mm...that makes sense." How interesting, Shiki thought as his eyes scanned the road for the delivery man. He was beginning to attain even more curiosity for the pureblood , and, at that moment, he was hit by a sudden impulse. He saw Kaname checking his watch, and, thinking that he'd have not another chance like this, Shiki murmured, "Kuran Kaname-sama, why don't you go out with me?" He was only looking for a reaction in those mysterious irises and the composed stature. He knew that people's impressions of him mostly consisted of the idea that he was either socially inapt or whimsically introverted. He'd like to say that he was neither, and that he only preferred minding his own business. Right now, Shiki noted that the omnipotent pureblood looked taken aback by him, but his analysis on the matter was diverted by the noises of a motorcycle making their way up the street. A guy in a cap wearing a windbreaker and work pants stepped away from the vehicle with packages in his arms. Shiki stepped forward, forcing nonchalance into the notion to counter the hooded gaze following him.

"Here's the delivery for this...Shiki-san," the delivery man said.

"Ah," the brunet piped up lazily, fumbling in his uniform for the money. He frowned at the emptiness of his pockets. Eh? Where is it? I swear I left it -...that's right, my wallet's still in my schoolbag. Shiki cursed himself, all the while hearing a conversation occurring on his right.

"Here, and also the pocky," the delivery man was saying.

"Thank you," Kaname's voice bounded back to him. Shiki turned with dread, attention focused on the brunet. Kaname was holding a white Styrofoam box of sushi on his right and a packet of pocky in his left. The model tried to keep up with the pureblood's longer legs, eyes blank but with a tint of flustered appreciation in them.

"I'll pay you back, Kuran-sama," Shiki said, freezing when the box of sushi was placed gingerly in his hands and the packet of pocky on top of it. His eyes automatically wandered up to meet unfazed brown irises shadowed by long eyelashes. He found himself mouthing a silent "thanks" in spite of his nonreactive brain and body cooperation.

Kaname smiled; a breathtaking panorama. He turned his back on the latter, waving a hand in farewell. "No need, Shiki. You need to head to class."

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Shiki stood there, stunned. It took him a couple minutes to finally maneuver his body in correspondence to his equally problematic mind. Kuran Kaname was the same as the impression he laid bare to others: a gentleman, openly cordial though mysterious as well, and he looked more beautiful upon closer inspection.

The pureblood was interesting, he decided. But he was curious as to what Kaname's reply was to him. After all, he never did say "yes" or "no," right?...

Rori's Corner: Day 1 has not ultimately been concluded yet~

I've stolen some lines from "Seven Days" LOL whoops, hope no one minds too much.

Because Kaname/Shiki is my guilty pleasure.

Hmhmhm~