Dear Beloved

Students milled about the campus, lazing around like many of the resident cats, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze that flew through, keeping them from getting too hot. It was noon, lunch break for a majority of them, and they were using it to the fullest before being forced to return to stuffy overly warm classrooms.

But as relaxed as they were, they all perked up in notice as one student in particular wandered by, his expensive leather shoes making sharp clicks against the dull burgundy red of the hard bricks underneath.

Though they try to be discreet, their eyes are glued to his tall form, following the smooth rhythmic movements of his long slim legs and the light swaying of his body as he takes each step forward. They unconsciously hold their breath as the wind plays with the dark strands of his hair and the sunlight shines enticingly against his milky white skin. Wine red eyes flutter shut, their thick lashes laying shadows across his high cheekbones. When they slowly open, the corners of his sensual lips lift slightly in a close semblance of a contented smile, oblivious to the reactions of the surrounding admirers.

Nearly at the end of the short walkthrough, the enchanting image is interrupted in less than a split second as the previously mentioned expensive leather shoes somehow manage to stumble over nothing, making their owner trip none too gracefully. The other students are alarmed, some even jumping to their feet, wishing to come to their demi-god's rescue.

Their near efforts are thwarted quite spectacularly as a strong hand shoots out to steady the rapidly falling figure, giving another reassuring pat before sliding off and going on its merry way. Stern lips set in a firm line part momentarily to daringly call out,

"Watch your step, Klutz,"

Before turning and continuing in the opposite direction. The others are stunned into silence. Some are in awe while others send piercing glares into the back of the owner of such insolent lips. How dare that nobody insult the wonderful work of art before them?

The work of art in question blinks and scratches his cheek absentmindedly as his dark eyes follow after the tall figure of the man who'd saved him from an unexpected fall. He pays no mind to the name he was called, his thoughts more on the casual way he was treated. Even his close friends refrained from touching him too often. The most experience he's had with physical affection is from his parents and childhood friend.

"Kaaana-chyaaan, what's got your panties in a twist?" Cross Yuuki chirped, deliberately drawing out his name in just the way she knew he hated.

As expected, he frowned and turned in her direction, momentarily distracted from his current thoughts. "How many times must I tell you not to call me that way?" And did she have to use such weird expressions? He did not wear panties.

"Mm, so to my earlier question," she smiled, completely ignoring his request, "what's wrong?" Sticking her hand into the bag of sweets on her desk, she unwrapped a piece and popped it into her mouth.

He was quiet for a moment, as though contemplating the pros and cons of divulging his thoughts before he deemed her safe enough and started, "I nearly tripped today—"

She laughed, "What's new?"

"But someone helped me this time," he continued. "Someone that's around our age, with unkempt hair and sunglasses." He tilted his head. "And he called me a Klutz." He added as an afterthought.

Yuuki tapped her chin with the end of her paintbrush, "But people have helped you before, Kana-chan," she pointed out. A lot of people tried to help out Kaname – tried being the operative word, as nearly all of those helpers had had an ulterior motive.

But obviously, something was different about this one and she felt something bubble up inside her, something giddy and good that left a tingle in her stomach. Resisting an ill-timed giggle from bursting, she asked,

"Why does he trouble you so much? He helped you didn't he?" She wanted to know if Kaname's curiosity stemmed from the same reasons she suspected.

"He…He was different." He called me a Klutz...

"Different how?" She needled, prying for more information.

"He just was, Yuuki. I'm sure he saw my face, but he didn't act like all the others…" Why was that? Was it the sunglasses?

Kaname looked so adorably confused if her fingers weren't paint stained she'd have petted him on the head with cooing noises.

"You mean he treated you normally?"

Worrying his lip, Kaname nodded. Yuuki felt that bubbly tingly-ness now well up to an unmanageable degree and her lips twitched.

"No extra touching, groping, or getting overly friendly with the smiles and the questions and wanting your number?" She asked further, clarifying the situation.

Kaname nodded again.

Biting into her strawberry flavored hard candy, Yuuki crossed her legs atop the rotating wheelie chair she was sitting on and made it spin as the giggles had finally gotten the best of her. Leaning back, she laughed long and hard. Yes! At last, she thought to herself gleefully, the time had come for her childhood friend to 'grow up'. It was about time too! He was nineteen for Christ's sake. Ah, she shook her head, nineteen and not even a single crush. Kaname's love life wasn't just barren - it was non-existent. She couldn't even describe it as a desert, empty and dry, as whatever liquid she tried pouring in to bring some life into it had fizzled out before it'd even reached the proverbial bottom. That was how uninterested Kaname had been.

But this was… Well, it was going to be different. Yuuki, in retrospect, wouldn't be able to answer if anyone asked why it was she knew about this so certainly. She just did.

Still giggling, she dabbed a bit of bright orange for her sunset, dulling it with a bit of blue and purple. She was aware of the wary stare Kaname was now sending her, but hardly minded. With the possible scenarios running through her mind, she could barely keep from cackling like the scheming wicked witch she'd been so fond of as a child.

Until now, Kaname had always been the one to be admired and adored, however unwitting it was on his part, but the admired had now become the admirer, and she couldn't wait to see how things would turn out.

Disclaimer: No own Vampire Knights.

Thank you for reading! :) Zero, Kaname and Yuuki (especially the latter two) are obviously a bit...off...hope that didn't really bother anyone... *laughs nervously and fidgets before making quick exit*