Side note: I suddenly changed around with a few of the names (Yukimura vs Seiichi, Syusuke vs Fuji, etc.) due to the fact I wanted to try and add in how people referred to each other outside of the dialogue.

Disclaimer: (I apologize for not including the disclaimer all the time...) The Story Idea, Prince of Tennis, and Vampire Knight all do not belong to me. They belong to their respective (great) owners.

(X X X X X)

"Buchou, are you alright?" Jackal asked, his face echoed the worry from his voice. He was sitting up straight on the train's plush bench inside their own private compartment and was leaning forward to glance at Yukimura.

"Are you * smack * * chew * feeling sick…?" Mauri asked, quickly picking up on what was worrying Bunta. The slight...shocked look that covered Yukimura's face emphasized the sorrow that somehow managed to thread itself in. It was a sheer cry from the normal serene and peaceful smile.

"You look like you saw a ghost," Kirihara bluntly stated. The sea-weed haired boy quickly regretted it when Sanada lightly (compared to his other ones) smacked one. Wincing, Kirihara opened his mouth to apologize but Yukimura smoothly cut in.

"Yes… I'm fine," Yukimura gave a small smile. "Don't worry about it."

"We will be arriving at Newport in a half an hour."

Yukimura shifted in his window seat and the train and turned to stare out through the glass. His mind wandered far away as Mauri started to tease Kirihara while Jackal and Sanada were discussing current events. Out of the corner of his eyes, Yukimura spotted Sanada glancing over him; only he knew what exactly was eating on Yukimura's conscience.

Even Yukimura, a high ranked pureblood, was completely baffled and lost on the situation. The information he had clearly and bluntly stated that, that pureblood family was dead (including all the heirs). Realizing that his friend knew as much as he did, Sanada retracted his gaze and returned to his conversation with Jackal.

But my heart… Yukimura softly snickered at that. To the humans and hunters (for some reason, people never categorized hunters as humans necessarily…), vampires didn't have hearts.

The feminine looking boy quickly amended what he was thinking.

But my gut is telling me what is going on. Somehow those two survived… They did…and they survived as humans… Or was it hunters?

A knot of dread settled into Yukimura's gut as he briefly froze. Those two were innocent and carefree when they were young…but that was because they were little children then. They hadn't yet experienced the world or start having opinions on issues. They hadn't yet found their true colors and hearts.

From what Yukimura could tell, Ryoma seemed to adopt after his mother with her stubbornness and masks (though you can always see the subtle kindness and happiness) while Sakuno took after her father who had bright smiles and soft, joyous laughs. If that was true…then could it be that Ryoma had been brainwashed? When asked, he said his name was Echizen Ryoma…

That name was famous and infamous within the vampire world.

On one hand, Echizen Nanjiro had killed many vampires and helped the hunters a lot with invasions. But on the other hand… he had help create Cross Academy, started the blood program, and did peace talks…

Suddenly, Yukimura's eyes lite up while he mentally smacked himself.

He should contact the others on this! Especially Syusuke and Atobe. They both needed to know this if they didn't already know.

"Excuse me," Yukimura stated. "I need to make a call." With one step, Yukimura had gracefully crossed the compartment to the door. And in another motion, had stepped outside with his phone in his hand. Naturally, nobody tried to stop him or question him on it. Something that Yukimura was grateful for.

Yukimura scrolled through his list of contacts and mentally debated who to call. Glancing at the time, Yukimura noted that Syusuke would probably be working on a project or sleeping (since the night is when he was awake) and decided it would be better to call Atobe.

Even if the man could be hard to talk to with his nature.

Ring…

Ring…

"Moshi, moshi?"

"Atobe? It's me, Yukimura."

"Oh? And what do you need from ore-sama?"

Immediately, a frown crossed Yukimura's face. Even though the arrogance was still there (probably a habit now), something seemed off… His voice had a more strained tone to it as if Atobe was fighting to retain his normal appearance.

Narrowing his eyes, Yukimura decided it was better to be polite and not mention it.

"I met…an interesting boy on my train."

"Interesting…?"

"He looked exactly like Ryo-chan."

"You saw him?"

"…" Suspicion caused Yukimura to scowl and he unconsciously shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Does that mean you already knew about the 'clone'?"

Withholding information from him was not something Yukimura appreciated. More like, he detested it completely. It stemmed from when Yukimura was in the hospital and everyone gave him 'placid' (fake) smiles and told him how he would be able to walk soon…

He nearly lost the ability to move any of his limbs. And it was only through sheer want to be with everyone again that he managed to cover the last few harsh miles of recovery.

"…Apparently this 'clone' goes to Cross Academy as the son, and I mean biological son, of Echizen Nanjiro."

"He's not a clone! I know Ryo-chan anywhere!"

"Syusuke…?" Yukimura gasped as he quickly recognized his friend's voice. The two had met when they were longer...and due to their similar nature, had found themselves talking to each other more and more. It grew to the point where they had become very close friends.

"I'm at Cross right now…" Atobe explained. "Tezuka informed me about the two siblings that looked exactly like them. When I investigated I found many interesting things that were covered up."

"So you're there now with all the information…"

"If Seiichi saw Ryo-chan then, ask if Ryo-chan is alright!"

"Did something happen…?"

"The Hunters' Headquarters was bombed."

Yukimura nearly dropped his cell phone. His eyes were wide and blankly stared across the small aisle at the wall across from him. Many thoughts ran through his head- Who did this? Why did they do this? What goal are they aiming for? How did they do this? –but what kept popping up in his mind was one thing:

Is the peace…already destroyed?

"Yukimura…? Oi, Yukimura!"

"I'm here…" Yukimura faintly stated. "And I presume the two Echizens were at the Headquarters and that's why you all are worried? From what I saw, Echizen Ryoma seemed fine. He had his leg bandaged up and I smelled a faint trace of blood but it didn't look broken…"

Closing his eyes, Yukimura bowed his head and pinched the bridge of his nose while Atobe told Syusuke what Yukimura said. Taking deep breaths, Yukimura tried to organize his thoughts.

First things first… The Hunters' Headquarters being bombed… This is a big thing, not a petty delinquent prank. It could very well signal the beginning of a war. The pureblood glanced towards his side and at the compartment door. Inside, his friends were talking happily while exchanging playful banter.

A grim smile flitted across Yukimura's face as he heard Kirihara shout and complained about something. He didn't want to lose this peace…these moments…

Second item… They are alive…

Joy filled Yukimura's heart at the thought that two friends had returned. Even though they weren't super close, they were still precious. Especially since one of them was the mate of Syusuke. Their death threw all of them into deep mourning.

Third thing… Something dark is surrounding their disappearance…

Gnawing on his bottom, Yukimura considered the different scenarios. There was talk about spells that could change a vampire into a human but it seemed that eventually they wore off… Was it something like that…? Or was it more 'scientific'?

"Moshi moshi? Yukimura?"

"Sorry, I got lost in thought," Yukimura quickly replied while dragging himself out of his train(s) of thought. "What was the information on them?"

"It would be best to talk about this in person."

"That… 'important' huh…?" Yukimura stated with a faint playful tone though it sounded forced.

"Are you on a train towards us now? If not, ore-sama can arrange for one."

"Yes I am… I presume it's the same one that'll be taking the Echizens back as well," Yukimura answered. "I'll see you about half an hour."

"Alright. See ya."

Click!

(X X X X X)

The young human girl was tightly clutching her cell phone in her two hands; her knuckles had already turned white and were slowly turning into an even more paler shade. Biting her lip, Echizen Sakuno worriedly and desperately waited for news on her family.

Just a few moments ago Ryuzaki-sensei had called Sakuno out to her office in order to inform her of the attack (while also informing her that the 'little trip' her brother and father went on was actually a visiting trip to the Hunter's Headquarters...). She was frustrated about the fact that people still hid things from her, frustrated on the lack of news about her family, and especially frustrated on how the only thing she could do was wait, petrified, on this chair.

She had to do something to help her family! Anything that can be considered useful!

Rolling back her head to rest it against the wall, Sakuno quickly calmed herself and clasped her hands together in a tight prayer. Shutting her eyes, Sakuno mouthed along with her mental chants.

"Echizen-san...?"

The strong sure voice immediately snapped Sakuno back into reality.

"Tezuka-senpai...!" Sakuno gasped while quickly standing up and giving a short bow. A dark blush covered her entire face, neck and ears while she desperately wanted to hid in a hole away from her crush. The mere glance at his handsome stern face caused her heart to shatter because in that glance, Sakuno remembered how hopeless her love was...

"I have acquired some news on your family's state. It seems that both your father and brother are on a train to here," Tezuka stated. "Your father seems to be in good condition while your brother is injured but nothing fatal. They are both on their way to here right now."

"Really...?" Sakuno breathed out while collapsing back into the chair in complete relief. "Thank you..."

" * cough * It was no trouble," Tezuka replied while a faint trace of pink dashed across his cheeks as he glanced away.

Sakuno shook her head in disagreement. Perhaps if she acted with Tezuka-san like he was just simply her senpai... Her chest may stop aching so badly.

"Tezuka-senpai didn't have to go out of his way to deliver this news to me..." Sakuno quietly murmured as she mentally winced as how it only increased her blush. "B-But you d-did and I'm r-really g-glad... S-since mo-ost people w-wouldn't ha-ave b-bothered." Sakuno also mentally slapped herself on how she was now stuttering and looking like a complete fool.

A cold but warm to Sakuno hand gently rested on the top of her head and gently ruffled her hair. For some reason, today, Sakuno had decided to leave her hair out of her braids and allow the auburn locks to fall freely around her heart-shaped face. With her hair down, Sakuno seemed to mature and also her hair just seemed to blend in with her soft brown eyes. Plus, it made the small pink flush on her cheeks glow brighter.

"S-Senpai...?"

A distant emotion that Tezuka hadn't felt in a long time covered his entire soul. The bleeding of old scars slowly died down as Tezuka stared into the kind eyes of Echizen Sakuno. Then a smile, a smile that happened once in a blue moon, curved Tezuka's lips and a special gleam covered his eyes.

"...Don't ever loose that kind heart," Tezuka whispered, half to Sakuno, half to himself. Then, Tezuka dropped his hand and gracefully slid it into his pocket. "Take care."

Sakuno watched Tezuka's back as he left and she tenderly touched her left cheek which was wet. Grimly smiling, Sakuno dully wondered whether she was crying from relief of hearing that her family was alright or was she crying in sorrow and ache and need for her senpai.

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Two bright shimmering azure eyes stared down at the angelic and serene face. The boy was slender and held beautiful features that were both sharp and soft. A soft relieved sigh escaped past the pureblood's lips as he reached out with a pale thin hand and gently stroked the boy's warm and flushed cheek.

Fuji had watched the two Echizens returned to meet with a fuming Ryuzaki who immediately went into a lecture frenzy about being so reckless. He agreed wholeheartedly with the elder woman as she nagged the two. But for now, he instead calmed himself and allowed himself to wallow in relief and happiness that his Ryo-chan was safe and sound. Though, the suspicions Sanada had voiced that perhaps someone was targeting Ryoma brought back the subdued fury.

"Ngh..."

Ryoma twitched and shuddered before shifting slightly. Slowly, the boy returned to his peaceful deep slumbering. Fuji slipped onto a lower branch, just inches away from Ryoma's spot and his breathing immediately hitched.

Two parted smooth lips were just screaming at Fuji to kiss them. But, the pureblood knew that Ryoma would immediately try to kill him if he did that.

Another sigh escaped Fuji's lips as he settled back among the leaves in the tall tree that they were both up in currently.

The boy before him had decided that he had enough of people nagging him to be more careful and to stay in bed and had escape to the outside garden. But, ironically enough, after Ryoma had managed to pull himself up a tree, decided to fall asleep.

Snickering to himself, Fuji decided to risk it and slowly dropped himself down onto the branch underneath him. Using his winds, Fuji barely dropped any weight onto the branch and made sure to not give any indication he was creeping up on Ryoma. Taking another cautious step, Fuji advanced onwards and was now just a breath away from his love, his life.

"A-ah..." A soft whine/moan escaped Ryoma's lips and he shivered slightly underneath the cold air.

Fuji paused in his advance and then quietly slipped off his white Night Class jacket and draped it around Ryoma. The boy was quickly pleased with the warmth and curled up instantly underneath it. As Fuji softly stroked Ryoma's pink round cheek, a wicked idea fell into his mind. A sadistic grin crossed his lips and Fuji closed his eyes.

Reaching into his pocket, Fuji took out a small digital camera that Seiichi had given him as a present. Turning it on, Fuji backed up and aimed the shot carefully. The light filtering through the leaves made a lovely effect onto the picture and if he turned and faced Ryoma that way... Yes! The light was hitting from behind Ryoma, giving the beauty an extra glow of yellow around his docile face.

Snap!

A delighted giggle almost escaped out of Fuji's mouth but he quickly silenced it. After taking a few more shots (just to be on the safe side), Fuji pocketed the camera and just simply relaxed.

After all that has happened, these little bits will become even more scattered. Possible to the point of being lost forever. The soft moments where emotions leaked out or during the quiet calm peaceful moments that seemed to last for eternity and many more...

Fuji wanted to treasure them while he still had the chance.

"Hah...ugh..."

Woosh!

Golden orbs blearily gazed out at the world before they disappeared once again behind eyelids. Ryoma groaned again and slowly shifted on the harsh tough surface of the tree. Shivering, he clutched the jacket giving him warmth tighter around his body.

Wait... Jacket?

Shooting up, Ryoma winced and gently massage his neck as he stared curiously down at the jacket that was curled up in his lap. Ryoma gently held it up to glance at it in the light and his eyes widened. It was undeniable... This jacket was one of the Night Class's! But who in the world would do something like this...?

Shaking his head, Ryoma moaned and huffed. He didn't want to deal with annoying mysterious and wild goose chases right now. But, he didn't necessarily have to go return this to whoever...

Ryoma's face twisted into annoyance as the realization dawned on him.

...Leaving a jacket around him... Now there was only one person on the Night Class that he was that 'close' to... And who would stalk him all the way up a tree and observe him long enough to notice he was cold. A certain brunette pureblood...

Great...

Ryoma unconsciously had started to rub his thumb against the smooth fabric and after pondering for a few moments, decided that it was too cold for his liking. Grabbing the jacket, the hunter boy curled underneath it again (well curled as best as he could with the damn throbbing injury on his dangling leg that they just had to put an annoying bandage over). A content look flickered over Ryoma's face before his muscles relaxed completely and he drifted back into sleep.

Eh, he'll drop it off later. For now, Fuji wouldn't miss it too much. After all, he was the one who put it here in the first place. Plus, it smelled refreshing just like Fuji...

"Sweet dreams, Ryo-chan."

Chuu.

(X X X X X)

I decided to use "chuu" instead of "kiss" because well I thought "chuu" sounded nicer... (^^)" Hope I got it right... Anyways, I'll leave it up to your imagination whether that kiss was on the lips, cheeks, nose, etc. :)

The whole Rikkaidai scene was hard because I'm not too great on their characterization. Please forgive any mistakes and please alert me to them or if you have any suggestions; I would really appreciate it.

Thank you for reading!

(Oh, and if anyone has ideas for fluff scenes, I'd be happy to work them in :) )