Behavior

Aidou had come to a decision. He was going to behave himself today. Maybe if he were a good boy Zero would like him more. Honestly, he didn't want the Level D to yell at him anymore. Yes, that was what he was going to do, be on his best behavior. He gazed determinedly at his reflection in the body-length mirror, smoothed down his crisp uniform shirt, checked his sapphire and gold cuff links, and nodded to himself.

Kain, who was currently shrugging into his uniform jacket, stared at him shortly as he buttoned his jacket. "If you don't stop primping for your fans soon, we're going to miss school," he joked deadpanned voice laced with a light gibe in its undertone.

Aidou visibly rolled his eyes. He was not trying to look hot for any of those frivolous human girls. His throng of admirers would fawn over him if he wore a ratty, grease-stained sweat suit (of course, Hanabusa Aidou would never wear a jogging suit or anything that wasn't designer). Humans were just drawn to his kind like a moth to the flame. No, the person he desired was much less receptive to his charms, so he had to look gorgeous. With one last once-over to make sure he looked immaculate he strode over to the bed and picked up his uniform jacket. Once his ensemble was complete, he made his way down the hall conversing idly with Kain.

Aidou stared at the throng of squealing teenage girls flanking him as he strode behind his fellow Night Class students. The girls were silly, but he did find the constant attention enjoyable.

"Idol-sempai!"

They screamed his nickname amidst the cacophony. Instead of putting on his usual display of hot-dogging it up, he merely smiled brightly and gave a cordial wave (he couldn't altogether ignore them like Shiki and Rima).

His admirers grew silent, casting puzzled expressions amongst each other.

He felt Kain's eyes on him, questioning his uncharacteristic tame demeanor. He however ignored his cousin's inquiring gaze and a snide remark by Ruka. God he hated her sometimes. His eyes fell upon the person standing in front of the mass of girls on the left-hand side. Zero. Discreetly he allowed his eyes to lap up the other vampire. Zero was breathtaking. He nearly floated to the prefect once they were near. However, instead of greeting him like he wanted he put on his best genuine smile and waved at the prefect.

Several girls behind the male prefect swooned, feinting to the ground. Aside from rolling his eyes, Zero ignored him as if he were a fly on the wall. What the fuck? Aidou felt whatever hopes he had crash and burn at Zero's cold disregard. A sense of deflation overtook him and he continued the remainder of the transition in silence.

January 20,

Dear Journal,

I tried behaving today, but it seems that is mere folly. I did not flirt with any human girls, I didn't try engaging in my usual activity of trying to guess their blood type, and I didn't try to annoy him. I was a good boy. Good boys are supposed to be rewarded, right? But do you know what happened? He ignored me. He ignored me! How is that even possible?

He frowned to himself. He'd never been ignored in his life.

He just rolled those gorgeous lavender eyes…Oh god his eyes.

He stopped writing here and bit the cap of his ink pen. His mind wandered to the lavender eyes that haunted his dreams. Those beautiful eyes were so unique. He didn't know any vampires that possessed that incredible color. He smiled softly, imagining himself running his hands through those silver tresses and looking into his lavender orbs as they… He let out a shaky breath, figuring he should start writing before he got hard.

I love his eyes they remind me of iodine isotopes or two premium amethysts. Sigh. He frowned. But those same eyes are always glaring at me, looking at me as if I were some elite class imbecile. I don't want him to hate me (I shudder at the thought), but perhaps annoying him and being yelled at is better than being disregarded altogether.

I REALLY want him to like me. I don't want him to categorize me as an annoying vampire or a pain in the ass, but I am desperate for him to look at me to just know that I exist. Good night diary.

He closed the leather-bound book, snuggling into the cover.

A shirtless Kain strode into the room a twinkle his ginger eyes. "You were very well-behaved today." He pulled back the blanket of his bed and climbed in, sitting up against his pillows. He picked up his sketchbook from his nightstand and opened it.

"So?" He said, having a feeling that he was about to be taunted for his odd behavior at transition.

Kain raised his eyes from his sketchbook to look across the bedroom. "So, should I start making the funeral arrangements or do you want to be cremated?"

Aidou frowned darkly at his cousin before sticking his tongue out in retort. "You're a comic genius," he responded sarcastically.

Kain picked a pencil and began sketching before responding. "Why were you so quiet today anyway?"

The small blonde froze and swallowed. "Even I get tired of being the center of attention," he lied.

"Since when?"

"Since now!" He overreacted, yanking the cover over his head as he turned over. He swallowed hard. He didn't know if he would be able to hold this secret in much longer. He wanted to tell someone how he felt about Zero, but doing so would be met with disapproval. How did he get in such a predicament? More importantly, what could he do to get Zero to like him?

A.N: Yay! Another chapter. Sorry it's so short, but they should start getting longer in a few chapters.

TTYL ^.^