Chapter One

Steam filled the bathroom as the hot water splashed their bodies every now and then, his slender fingers entwined with Nene's as his body pushed against her slender back, pressing her front against the shower wall. Slowly his lips met her delicate shoulder, kisses so light she thought he wasn't touching her pale skin at all. Finally his lushes lips found themselves on her neck, to be more specific on the one spot were everyone's main vain was, a simple kiss on that spot sent a river of shivers down Nene's spine. He smirked against her pale skin, she could feel that smirk of enjoyment, without any warning his fangs pierced into her skin. Her eyes closed feeling the slight pin pricks; he had done it many times before so she was used to the feeling of those fangs. The sound of the running water and his sucking of her blood mixed so well that her head fell back against him and tilted to the side giving him better access to her neck…

(Nene's P.O.V)

The annoying sound of my stupid alarm clock made me groan as it rang, the stupid thing was telling me to wake up and get my ass out of bed. But I didn't want to. Lazily I swatted the damned device before successfully knocking it to ground and stopping its retched sound.

"Peace…" I mumbled snuggling with the warm blankets that covered and surrounded me.

Just as that wonderfully engrossing dream began to start back up in my mind; my damned clock began to ring once more. With an irritated sigh I pushed back the blankets and moved to a sitting position with my feet over the edge of the bed.

"I am up!" I grumbled giving the clock a good kick, shutting it up with that move.

Stretching I rose from the bed and headed to my window, pulling back the curtains the morning rays graced my room with light. Light which I admit to hate, I'm not a big morning person, but who is? Sighing I decided to get moving by having a relaxing shower before dressing in the Day class uniform. With the four months of being here I still have no clue to why there are two classes, Day and Night. And when I asked to attend the Night class I was knocked back by Chairman Cross. Very strange.

'Oh well…' I sighed brushing my hair out before putting in a few standard clips.

As I look at myself in the mirror on my vanity, I ask myself the same question I do every morning. Am I really that pretty as everyone says I am? It may sound a little vain, but I truly don't see what is so beautiful about me. I can still remember the first class I had; all the boys questioned me about being in the right class because I was so beautiful that I would be mistaken as a Night class student. Those statements only made me more curious about the Night class, but when both Day and Night classes changed over I saw what they meant.

The girls were of every Day girl's envy, while the guys of the Day were jealous about how the Night class guys had fan girls. I first thought they were all a bunch of idiots, till I saw him. I blinked a few times as I recalled his name.

'Kaname Kuran…Night class Prefect and Moon dorm President', I thought bringing a hand to the aqua stone around my neck.

'Every time I think his name or just see him, I get these chills…' I thought fingering the stone before sighing.

It was a stupid thing to think about, I wasn't as pretty as most of the girls, well I thought anyways. Moving the lip ring a few times I finished getting ready for my first class. Grabbing my bag I headed out of my room and down the halls before out into the fresh air of another day. Students were making their way to class as well while many others seemed to be sleeping in or just not realising they were late.

'I wish I could be a sleep right now…' I pouted holding my bag in both hands and in front of me like many of the girls did.

But then again I'm not like any of the other girls here at Cross Academy. Sure I am pretty well off with money and both my parents are devoiced like most. But I am not some little rich girl who thinks she has to be like everyone else to fit in. No. I am myself and I don't care what anyone says. I am quiet; I am nice…to most people and, like most girls my age, a true dreamer. Not to mention a great musician and artist.

"Good morning Nene-chan!" a bright voice before me said, knocking me right out of my thoughts.

As I looked up from the ground I saw my one friend and her name is Yuki Cross, the Chairman's daughter. She was a sweet girl, a Prefect to our class with a pure heart. But how we became friends? I will never know.

"Morning Yuki-chan" I replied with a tired sigh, her bright face seemed to drop a bit.

"Did you get any sleep by any chance, Nene-chan?" she asked as we both began to walk to homeroom together.

I nodded, "yes…a little, yet it seemed it wasn't enough" I sighed.

Yuki always cared too much; too much it would kill her one day. My dear friend went on about how much I needed to rest more, suggested things that would help me get that sleep I needed, one of them was warm milk. I told her I have tried that and almost every other one she suggested. Soon we ended up in homeroom and so started our long, well to me anyways, day of learning.

(End of Nene's P.O.V)

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Kaname rolled over on his side, his half open eyes looked into the darkness of his room. He had had another one of those 'dreams' of his. They weren't nightmares of torture or killing, but pleasure. He found such things to be strange yet appealing. With a sigh he sat up, the sheets that covered his chest fell to pool in his lap while showing off his bare chest. His left hand ran through his bed hair as he thought, more recalling the dream.

The soft touch of a fragile female hand ran down his back and around to his chest, slowly moving their way up that amazingly pale chest of his. Her lips made ghost like contact with his shoulder as he groaned. That sound brought a smile to her lushes' lips and before she knew it Kaname had her pinned to his bed. His fangs making earth shattering contact with her soft, fragile neck. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the taste of her blood, her slender fingers with slightly long nails scrapped up and down his chest. Not that hard that welts were left, just enough to show a red line

Kaname pulled himself from those thoughts as a knock came at his door, who would be disturbing him at a time like this? There were still a few hours till he had to rise for classes. Sighing Kaname rose from his bed, revealing the baggy night pants he wore, before going to his door.

"Yes?" he questioned still a little sleepy as he opened the door to see the Vice-President, Takuma Ichijo.

"Sorry to have waken you, but I believe a few of the other students, you and myself have some matters to discuss before Night class" Ichijo said sheepishly while scratching the back of his head.

Kaname groaned, how had he forgotten something like that? With a sigh he told his friend that he would be down as quick as he could once he changed. Once Ichijo was gone and Kaname had closed the door he leaned his back against the wooden door.

'What has been wrong with me lately?' He questioned himself as he closed his eyes for a minute.

Those dreams of his, they have left him swimming in a world of wishes. The years he has lived nothing like this has happened before, so why now? Sighing yet again Kaname pushed away from the door and headed off to get ready for the meeting and classes. But at the same time he had a feeling something would change today, something good was going to happen.

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At the conclusion of classes Nene couldn't help but sigh as her fellow girls seemed to race off to the Night class dorms. It was the same everyday at class change. All the girls would cheer, push and scratch just to get a look at the guys they thought were gods, hell, even most of the guys were just as bad. Passing them by Nene just looked a head of her; she didn't need that distraction of beauty. She had only wished that her bag handle hadn't broken like it did. Her bag fell to the ground causing its insides to fall out.

"Damn it!" Nene cursed softly falling to her knees and slowly picked up the books, paper and other bits and pieces.

Without realising it, Nene had had a bit of help with gathering up a few books. And as she went for them all she found was a set of hands holding out three books to her. Slowly her deep blue eyes ran up those arms, over the shoulders and to the face of none other then Night classes Kaname Kuran. His soft smile brought out a small blush upon her pale cheeks.

"T-thank you…" she said softly taking the books and shoving them into her bag before standing once more.

"It is perfectly alright" Kaname replied as he too moved back to stand before Nene.

In the few silent moments the both of them stood before the other, neither one of them spoke. They didn't feel the need too. The grip on her bag only tightened as Nene stood there. Kaname on the other hand found himself looking Nene over, just like any guy would.

"Kaname, are you coming?" the sudden voice of Ichijo called to the male, both Kaname and Nene looked to the holder of the voice before Kaname turned back to Nene.

"I believe I must go now" he stated giving her another smile before turning and taking a few steps before stopping, "and make sure to fix that bag of yours" was his final words before walking off with Ichijo.

As both males walked on Ichijo just looked at Kaname with a weird stare, "you have never done that before, helped a girl retrieve her fallen books" Ichijo stated still a little shocked.

"What can I say? Other then something…good happened today" Kaname replied with an inward laugh, those words only making Ichijo more confused.

At that time Nene had made it back to her room, throwing her bag on the floor she collapsed on her bed. Sighing loudly she snuggled with her blankets but found herself not sleepy. Usually after classes she would take a small nap, yet today she wasn't one bit tired. All she seemed to remember was the kindness Kaname showed her. And before she knew it, Nene was blushing at the thought of dear old Kaname Kuran.

To Be Continued...