A/N: Thanks to everyone who's reviewed/favourited/read/alerted this story, I'm sorry that this took so long to get out; I've been extremely busy with school and such.
I don't own Vampire Knight, I only own Izumi and the plot.
The rain thrashed against the window, the sound was so loud that it drowned out Yori's voice. Izumi sighed and continued staring out of the window, squinting in hope to see the grounds of Cross Academy, but all she saw was a blurred mass of grey. It was raining so hard that Izumi wondered why it hadn't smashed through the window yet.
Izumi had never been fond of the rain, she'd hated the way it would thrash against her skin, the way it'd run down her arms and drip from her newly soaking wet hair, and she hated the feeling of it on her skin, how she could so easily relate it to her own feelings; drowning, sinking, loneliness. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
She could hear that had now begun to Sayori shout, but Izumi couldn't make out what she was saying, nor did she have inclination to hear it, so it didn't really matter anyway.
Forgetting what she saw when she closed her eyes, she let her heavy eyelids close for a just a brief moment. However, it was a moment too long. She tried to open then in time, but as she did every time when she forgot, it was too late. The image was already plastered in her head, and even though immediately after she'd opened her eyes, she could still see it as if her eyes were still slammed shut. She left out a soft gasp.
She just couldn't get that one retching image out of her head, it haunted her every time she closed her eyes, it was almost as if it was imprinted in her mind. No matter what she did it refused to leave, it would keep her awake for nights and nights on end, causing her to suffer numerous sleepless nights. As if she needed another reason to be kept awake at night.
"DAMNIT IZUMI I AM REALLY BEGINNING TO TIRE OF YOUR WAYS. YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!" Yori shouted so loud that even with her fingers stuck in her eyes, Izumi could hear. But she didn't really mind, her and Yori had been fighting for so long now, almost too long. It was always the same argument and it was beginning to get so monotonous that Izumi didn't even bother argue back anymore.
However, she did manage to mutter a tired; "Likewise, Yori." She brought her hands up to her forehead and began to slowly rub her temples.
"IZUMI!" She couldn't help but let her head shoot up. Yori-chan was stood 3 feet away from her, her hands folded so tightly that it was astonishing that her bones hadn't snapped yet. Her lips were set in a straight line and her eyes were nothing more than mere slits; she'd never seen Yori like this, every part of her body was pulsing with anger. Yori wasn't like this. She was happy and bubbly and-
Yori folded her arms in the uttermost annoyance a person could possibly reach; she was still dressed in her uniform, however she had yet to put on her prefect armband. In a matter of a few very long and silent moments her expression cooled, and she took a step towards Izumi, the sound of her footstep echoing off the walls.
"Please, Izumi. I'm only saying this for your own good." Izumi could tell that Yori was clearly desperate for her not to go out at night anymore, for she said the words in a begging tone with was almost never present on her lips and her eyes had become large and rounded, she could tell that Yori was attempting her puppy dog eyes, which she knew clearly never worked on Izumi.
Izumi merely shook her head, unable to say anything back for the fear that she might give in.
Yori took another small step towards her, and another one and another; it was almost as if she were trying to sneak up Izumi without her noticing. Eventually she had reached the foot of Izumi's bed; she paused for a moment and perched on the end of it.
"At least tell me why you're doing this." Izumi was astonished she had even said anything, for her mouth had barely moved.
Before she could bite back the sour words, she muttered; "I'll tell you my secrets, when you tell me yours." And within moments of whispering those 10 words, Izumi immediately regretted ever opening her mouth in the first place.
Eyes masked with shock, Yori let out a small gasp and shook her head as to be dismissive of Izumi's assumption and got up, off her bed. Maybe Yori wasn't really linked with the Night Class. Maybe Yori didn't-
Her eyes caught something strange and out of place in Yori's usual attire, a thick ivory bandage circling her neck.
She took a single step towards Yori-chan, her hand outstretched.
"Izumi, what-"
"Yori, just be quiet for a moment, please." Shock glided to Izumi's features as she realised it came out much sweeter than she had originally intended, but it worked, Yori took a deep breath and exhaled, as if to blow all the negative energy from her body and mimed locking up her mouth and throwing away the key.
"What happened, Yori-chan?" Izumi whispered, her outstretched hand reaching for the bandage.
At an inhumanly speed Yori's hand immediately clamped on her neck, covering the right side of the bandage, but oddly –Izumi couldn't help but notice- was not where the drawing pin holding the bandage itself together rested.
"None of your business, Izumi." Yori spat, her eyes practically glowering and with that, she turned on her heel and headed out the door, slamming it in the process.
Taken aback, Izumi crawled into bed, not caring that it wasn't even dark outside yet and that she was still fully clothed, it wasn't as if she was going to sleep or anything. She closed her eyes, praying that she wouldn't see that image again, but like every day since she had caught that expression on his face she had. And like every other time she'd closed her eyes, she saw his face.
His tangled silvery hair splashing all over his face, his pretty lavender eyes gazing right into hers...through narrowed slits. The ends of his soft lips curved into almost a snarl, the hatred lining his gaze, the way his hands were balled so tight into fists that Izumi found it astonishing that they had failed to puncture his inhumanly pale skin, the way he was practically shaking with anger.
Looking back she didn't understand what she had said was so wrong, it wasn't even all that offensive and it wasn't like Zero Kiryuu to take such things to heart.
Unless she had struck a chord buried deep down inside of him, one so precious and weak and so easily broken that had caused him to act like that. But what chord could she possibly have struck? Maybe he'd been bitten by a dog at a, um, young age and been haunted by that moment ever since? But then again, she'd been bitten by many dogs as a child and it didn't scare all that much that she was overly sensitive about the entire experience.
But what if it was the other way around? What if he was the one doing the "biting"? A chilling voice whispered, causing a shiver to cascade down Izumi's spine.
No, no...that couldn't be possible, such beings don't exist outside of fairytales. She thought to herself in an ill-harboured attempt to calm herself down.
Beings such as your kind exist out of fairytales.
Oddly, sleep came easily to Izumi that night.