*Author's Note: This will be the first time I write in Yuki's perspective, which is obviously completely different from Zero's. Let me know how I'm doing!
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight or its fabulous characters, unfortunately.
I was in the kitchen making breakfast as Zero walked in, looking like a he had been recently run over by a semi. His hair was disheveled and his eyelids were drooping from lack of sleep. He had neglected to put on a shirt again. I sighed internally but smiled at him.
"Good morning, I'm making breakfast," I stated simply.
"More like burning breakfast," he grumbled as he wrinkled his nose and plopped down in a kitchen chair. I was not amused.
"I'm sorry, but I don't see you trying to cook anything," I said crossing my arms in front of me. He didn't look up. Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I tried a different approach.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked innocently, although I knew that he had not; he had stirred all night in his sleep.
"Does it look like I did?" He asked grouchily. I didn't reply.
Zero was a complicated person. It made me really sad, but he barely ever smiled. He didn't have many good friends and spent all of his time either on patrol with me or sulking somewhere. Ever since I had first met him four years ago, the night his parents had been killed, he had been very closed-off and often seemed angry or annoyed. Some days I felt as if I didn't even know him at all.
"Would you like some help?" came Zero's voice from right beside me. I jumped, surprised at the proximity. He was very stealthy.
"Uh…yeah, thanks," I said, catching my breath.
He worked effortlessly, saving the unappetizing-looking rice and curry I had been attempting to make and rapidly turning them into a delicious meal. I watched him as he worked, marveling at his culinary skill.
"See? This is why you cook and I eat it," I said with a smile.
"Hope you like your curry spicy," he said, handing me a plate with the finished rice and curry.
We sat down to eat in silence. To many, it may have seemed uncomfortable, but to Zero and I, it was companionable. We didn't need to say anything to feel comfortable. Despite him being difficult to get along with for most people, he had a kind heart. I knew from the little things he would do for me from time to time. If not for those, I may have thought he hated me, but I was reassured again and again by his small gestures.
As we were finishing up our meal, my adoptive father (and Zero's too, though he would never let it stand if I called him that) came practically bouncing into the room. The first thing he noticed was Zero's lack of clothing. "Young man you are in the presence of a lady! Have some decency and put a shirt on!" I stole a glance at Zero to see his reaction. He looked up from his quickly diminishing food long enough to roll his eyes at the headmaster and got up from the table, pushing his plate and silverware away from the edge with a loud clatter. I watched him until he disappeared upstairs.
"You really shouldn't allow him to be so indecent Yuki. You are my sweet innocent little girl, after all!" the headmaster chirped. I sighed, trying not to show my impatience. "I really don't mind, headmaster. I'm glad he feels so comfortable around me."
As I talked, his face had fallen at my use of his formal title. "Call me dad," he said in a whining voice as his large eyes filled with tears. Just then Zero walked back into the kitchen, now fully clothed in the day class boy's school uniform.
"Come on Yuki, we're gonna be late," he said as he grabbed my forearm and tugged me gently in the direction of the door. I thought of resisting, but quickly disregarded the idea. He would just pull me along behind him like I wasn't using any strength at all. I gave up and stood up to follow him to class.
*Another short chapter. All I can say is I'm just getting used to writing in their perspectives, so bear with me. Other than that, questions? Comments? Anything else? Please feel free to let me know!
