Wow this is going really fast :P I guess when I get an idea I just keep rolling with it. BLECK You people are keeping me away from other projects! Selfish selfish selfish...*murmur murmur*
random fun facts: Kuro is the colour black in japanese :) and Rima s dad calls her Rima-Aiko because Aiko is a japanese girl's name that means 'beloved one, little love'.
Disclaimer: Vampire Knight belongs to Matsuri Hino, yada yada yada...but Kuro is MY sexy beast u can t have him XD
Shiki snarled an awful, demonic growl, staining his beautiful, pure face. In seconds, he had Kuro's throat under his palm, digging his fingernails into the sides of Kuro's neck.
Slowly, Kuro released his grip on my arm and retracted his teeth from my flesh.
My head spun, my legs weakened. Even in those short moments, Kuro had taken so much.
I swayed limply and stumbled over my own feet. Shiki unhooked his hand from mt brother's neck and caught me before I hit the stone steps that we stood upon.
Kuro wiped his dripping mouth on the sleeve of his long, black, gothic coat. Drops of crimson seeped from small cresents in his neck. He pointed a long, pale finger in Shiki's face.
"That was a mistake, boy."
Slowly, Shiki laid me down on the door step. I looked at him with pleading eyes.
He didn't look back at me.
He stood quickly and swung a fist straight at Kuro's face. I closed my eyes before the impact so as not to see the result, but I sure did hear it.
Crackles of bones snapping like twigs crunched in front of me. Then, a stifling cry of pain. I gasped, a tear trickling down my cheek as my eyes burst open. My worries had been correct, because I knew, I recognized -
The wail was Senri's.
Kuro chuckled, a smirk smeared across his face as he stood triumphantly, Shiki's mangled hand still in his clutches. Kuro had caught the punch that had been thown and crushed Shiki's hand in his grip. Senri had fallen to his knees, only being held up my the arm still caught like an animal in a trap.
"Do you give up, rat?" Kuro sneered. Shiki looked up, panting in agony. Blood was splattered across his face. Where his eyes normally shown like the moon a dull, gray tone of hatred laid. The sliver had worn away to leave only stone; a hard, cold rock.
"Who," Senri coughed. "Do you think...you are?"
Kuro's maniacal grin faded. "I? I am her a blood relative; I have born entitlement to her! Who do you think you are?"
"A friend - a g-good friend." Shiki stammered, like he was unsure of what to say.
All the air escaped my lungs. A friend? That s all you think of me, Senri? We re just...friends? I could feel my heart breaking beneath my ribs.
"A friend." Kuro repeats, smirk returning to his radiant face. "Well then, friend of my princess, if you don't feel that strongly for dear Rima, maybe you should've just let me take her without a fuss."
"No!" I yelled, using all my strength to sit up on my knees.
A spark flashed in Kuro's eyes. He squatted down to my height (since, y'know, I was sitting), and leaned in close.
"Aw, don t worry, Sis. He's being a pain now, but I'll come back when he's not here." He laughed, his cold breath hitting my face and sending shivers down my spine. I collected myself, focusing all my energy into a powerful glare.
"I never liked you, Kuro."
"But I always loved you, Rima." He wrapped an arm around me fasted then I could move in my disheveled state. Before I could even scream, he'd forced his ice cold mouth on mine.
With the sitting position I was in and the weakness of my body, I couldn't even struggle, although I screamed on the inside. He let go after only a moment or two, but my feelings were the same.
He'd stolen something that I could never get back. Something that could be supplemented, but never recovered. He'd stolen my first kiss, the one that I knew in my heart I'd always saved for Shiki.
I gasped for air, clutching at my ribs. I couldn't breath between layers of tears and nautious dry heaves.
Shiki crawled to me, hand still horribly broken, but healing rapidly. He sat on his knees behind me and held my shoulders so that I didn't fall over. I was coughing and crying, screaming and having a COMPLETE breakdown. He slid his arms around my front to hold me tighter, shifting to sit cross legged and pulling me into his lap; all together making a close, stabilizing hug from behind.
My heaving slowed, my airway cleared, but my eyes burned, tears still flowing from the corners.
Kuro had returned to his car in the middle of the driveway. He stood outside of the driver's side, the door still open.
"Be ready for me, precious sister. I won't be so amicable to your friend when I return for you." He blew a kiss. "I will see you soon, very soon." With that, he slid into the Maserati, revved the engine and peeled out of sight, disappearing into the mist of dusk.
My fit started up again, only 3 times worse. The heaving was replaced by violent shaking, even under the pressure of Senri's comforting arms.
"Rima - Rima breath." Shiki coursed. "Calm down, please, you need air! Try to stop coughing, Rima."
"I - he - "I inhaled sharply, "He - will - he will come - back - for me! Shi - Shiki - help - me!"
"It's alright." He soothed. "I won't let him."
I kept hyper-ventilating, clutching his arm that was slung around my torso. "Se - Senri, I -"
"You've got to get away from here." He swiftly kissed my hair, lightly making contact with my skin. "I'm gonna to take you away for a bit. He can always find you if you're here." His words were of no comfort. I'd already pushed myself too far.
I finally lost all the strength left in me, letting go of his arm and slinking sideways.
"Wait - no! Damn it, breath Rima!" He shook my limp body. "Rima? Rima, look at me!" The front doors, the stone steps, the jut out peak and bedroom windows covered in lush green ivy, Shiki's worried but magnificent face; everything I saw blended together as I slipped into unconsiouness. All I heard before I was swallowed by the cold, dark clouds was Shiki's cool voice echoing in my head. Then, Kuro's demonic laugh.
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I slowly awoke with warm, fuzzy feelings everywhere. I began to register crackling sound of a fire, and of - something else?
My eyes fluttered open to meet the familiar sight of Shiki's room - the one in his own house. The dark, paisley wallpaper bore shadows of the warm fire burning in the fireplace. I was snuggled under the thick covers of his old fashioned 4 poster bed, across from the fire and beside his armoire and other normal bedroom things. No lights were turned on, the only glow was that of the fire, making eerie shadows of everything in the room.
Shiki sat in a cushy chair at my bedside, picking at his wounded hand. By the looks of it, it had been tended to, but he'd un-bandaged it and started to re-break his fingers. So that was where the other snapping sounds came from. I swallowed the sick that had crept up my thoat at the thought.
I rolled onto my side, facing him. "Yuck." I whispered hoarsely.
He looked at me suprisedly, but smiled wanly. "You're up! How are you feeling?"
"Fine." I coughed, my voice broken. He turned, then handed me a mug from a bedside table.
"Rest your voice - here. I popped a couple tablets in it."
I slowly sipped the hot liquid. Coffee with artificial blood. Only Shiki could be so strange, I'm sure.
"What time is it?" I asked, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.
"3:00 am, roughly." He stated.
"Have you been waiting long for me to wake up?"
"Not really. I've been proactive." He waved his injured hand. "The bones set wrong so I had to...well, re-set them.
"I repeat, yuck."
He smiled. "Hungry?"
"Starving."
He stood up and leaped on the bed, landing very close to me. He pinned me down by setting a hand opposite my shoulder. I was surprised at his, well...closeness.
"Um...Shiki?"
"Mmm hmm?"
"Wha - whatcha doin?!"
"You said you were hungry..."
"Yeah, hungry, not, um, not th-thirsty." I quivered under him. I was like a stupid schoolgirl, getting all excited when the boys basketball team walked by. A stupid, stupid schoolgirl.
"Oh, riiiiight." He smiled, making me share the expression.
He reached over to that same bedside table and pulled onto the bed - of course - pocky.
"You're an idiot." I told him.
"Oh yeah? How?"
"I don't know, you just are."
"You're sooo good at making a point." He smirked.
That smirk - oh my god! I remember!
"NO!" I screamed, falling out of the bed and onto the floor. I shut my eyes and covered my ears. "No! No! Get away from me! Don t touch me!" I yelled.
Shiki jumped off the bed and sat behind me, just like earlier. "Rima, it's okay - he's gone."
"No, no...he's never gone." I turned my face to see his, uncovering my ears and staring at him, tears running off my chin and onto my shirt. "He'll come back for me! He's not gonna stop hurting you until he gets me!"
Shiki rubbed my back soothingly as I rocked back and forth, probably swiftly loosing sanity. He touched my foot and I turned around to completeley face him, unfolding my legs and crawling into his lap. I wrapped my legs around his torso and hugged his chest.
He held me there as we sat cross legged on the floor. My legs hugged him, my arms hugged him, my face was buried in his shoulder as rivers ran from my eyes. He held me there as the memories flooded back and my patchwork emotions shattered once more. He held me there like he did when it was all happening, but now, we were even closer than the first. I was turned around this time, so really, I was holding him, too.
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