Just a little something . . .
Breathe. Breathe Zero, Breathe I kept repeating it to myself as I walked through the late afternoon warmth. My head jerked from side to side, keeping watch. I didn't want him to know it was me. I slid my hand into my pocket, just to check it was still there. Breathe. Why are you so nervous anyway? It's just a note . . . but it wasn't just a note. It was a thank you note.
You're an idiot Zero, what kind of person write an anonymous thank you note? I kept walking though. Too late to go back, I slid into the cool Moon Dormitory. A small bead of sweat clung to my temples as I stole up the stairs. Just go in, drop it and leg it.
I could smell him from here, that strange cross between Mint and Vanilla, like some exotic ice cream that you never brought. I pushed down on the brass door handle and with a gulp of air layered in that calming scent, let the door swing open.
He was sleeping. Thank god. Kaname Kuran, with his guard down. I would have chuckled if I could do anything but stare. He looked . . . weird asleep. I always imagined that he would be the type to sleep on his back, arms resting on his stomach. No, he slept on his front, with his head tilted towards me.
Rather than drop the envelope, some higher being deemed it necessary that I would tuck it under the hand that rested on his pillow. Slow steps, don't step on anything, slide it under . . . I gasped as the paper slid across my thumb. Blood! . . . Turn around, step step step, close the door and RUN.
My heartbeat was louder than my foot steps as I ran down the stairs, thumb in my mouth, gagging on the bitter taste. Taking the steps in leaps of five or six at a time. He'll wake up! But I didn't care, the door was there, the sunlight peaking around its frame. If I can get out, he can't prove it was me. God, it sounded like a crime.
Chocolate. I mused. I could smell dark chocolate. Smells familiar . . . I rolled over and something crackled. I froze, suddenly very awake. Rolling back over I saw it was just a sheet of paper. I didn't leave that there. I pushed myself upright and snatched it. An envelope.
I flipped it over and undid it with my thumb, lacking the elegance of a letter opener by my bed.
Kuran
Thank you for everything you have given me.
That was all. No signature, and it had been printed in that uniform way that so many people use. Oh. No problem, I guess. I put the note to one side and rubbed my eyes. How did they get in? I shrugged it off, making a note to get tighter security in future.
Must find where that smell is coming from. The one human food I could swallow – Chocolate. I threw back the covers and padded to the door. I stuck my head out and pulled it back to see Hanabusa walking past.
'Oh, Hey Kuran. Are you alright?' he said after he got over the shock. About halfway through his speech, I realised I hadn't thought to pull a top on before I sourced the smell, and was standing in my doorway wearing nought but a pair of black jogging bottoms.
'Yes, fine . . . Can you smell chocolate?' I said, privately thankful it was Hanabusa who caught me in this state. He, at least, would not comment on it.
'Now that you mention it, I can. Its not coming form out here though.' He replied.
'What?'
'Its coming- Its coming from your room, Kaname-Sama'
'I have no chocolate in here.'
'Are you sure your feeling alright? I can get something for you if you'd like?' I paused. Maybe you are going insane. Don't be silly.
'. . . No. No, thanks. I think I've been dreaming about chocolate' I attempted a light hearted laugh. Hanabusa just nodded and walked on. It was about time I got dressed anyway. I walked back into my room and realised he was right. It smelt like chocolate in here, but not out there. How Queer.