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With both hands behind his head, Kain relaxed on his bed in the room he shared with Aidou, deep in thought. His cousin was sure acting strange lately. He thought back to the odd conversation they had outside the car earlier that evening.
"Go away Akatsuki, I wanna talk to her for a minute." Aidou had said in a hushed, yet urgent voice.
"You want to continue what you started in the backseat of the car?" Kain asked, referring to the way Aidou had been rubbing the girl's leg with his hand. Yeah, he had noticed it, the two had only been a few feet away from him after all.
"What difference does it make? Just get lost!" Aidou glared back at him, attempting to yell while maintaining a whisper.
"Hanabusa..." Kain started with a tone of warning.
"Relax, I'm not going to do anything," Aidou replied too hastily, "I really just want to talk to her."
Kain eyed his cousin. It was obvious Aidou was interested in much more than talking with this one. It wasn't really unusual for his cousin to become quickly infatuated, but somehow this seemed like more...
"It's going to look bad if I show up back at the dorms without you with me," he said, for lack of a better reason.
"It's fine. Just tell Kaname that I'm escorting her home if he asks. I'll be right behind you. I swear."
Kain had rolled his eyes at that. That was just about the worst plan ever. Kaname would immediately catch on. Why the hell did Aidou think he could get away with being anywhere near the day class dorms without extremely close supervision? The playboy was a walking talking disaster for any day class girl that got within half a mile of him.
It was then that Kain noticed the way Aidou was looking at her. He had glanced over to her, and although Kain knew there was bloodlust involved, there was an emotion in his cousin's eyes that seemed to reflect the way Kain felt when he looked at Ruka. It was desire. Desperation. Longing.
Now Kain sighed as he laid on his bed thinking about it. He had decided to let Aidou have his way despite his better judgment. The blond vampire noble was also damn lucky that Kaname hadn't been there when Kain arrived back at the dorms.
He knew exactly what was happening to his cousin. Aidou seemed distracted all the time now. He hadn't been flirting as much either. The last time they had been walking to class he didn't even stop to talk to any of the fangirls like usual. It was incredibly unlike him. Aidou was probably falling for that human girl. He just wondered if his idiot cousin had realized it yet.
Just then the door opened and Aidou stepped into the room.
Speak of the devil. Kain thought to himself.
Aidou looked like a mess. His hair was disheveled, his sweater vest wrinkled, and he was holding his jacket limply in one hand. Slamming the door behind him, he threw his jacket on the bed and pulled a chair away from his desk. Shortly thereafter, he plopped down on the chair and rested his elbows on his knees, running both hands through his hair.
"Didn't go so well?" Kain asked, curious at Aidou's dejected position.
"You could say that." Aidou spoke facing the floor, his hands still in his hair.
"Never thought I'd see the day when you had girl problems."
Aidou looked up to glare at him and Kain noticed the redness in his cousin's eyes, immediately recognizing bloodlust.
"Here. Take some of these." He tossed over a small tin of tablets.
Aidou deftly caught them in one hand and rose up to fill a glass of water in the bathroom.
As Kain listened to the running water, he thought about his cousin's apparent condition. Aidou falling for a human girl could definitely become problematic. Although there were many vampires in the world who mixed with humans, that did not apply to nobles, especially nobles who carried a family name like "Aidou." Hanabusa's father would kill him.
Or, more realistically, kill her.
Kain glanced up as Aidou returned from the bathroom. His eyes were back to their normal blue. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions and Aidou was just lusting for her blood. In that case the playboy should definitely stop because things could quickly get out of hand. Well, the best way to find out was to ask...
"Do you actually like this girl or are you just messing around?"
"What? Where did that come from?" Aidou evaded.
"Just answer the question. Do you like her?"
"No! I mean yes...I mean...I don't know."
That sounded more like a yes than anything else to Kain. "If your father found out he would–"
"Don't you think I know that?" Aidou snapped. "Look I'm not having this conversation right now. There isn't a problem." and with that, he stepped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Well if Kain had any doubts before, they were certainly gone now. Aidou was falling head over heals. For a human.
Yori struggled to pay attention in class. It had been three days since she'd last seen him. Her thoughts were still filled with that night class playboy, and she hated him for it. When she had been kissing him outside her dorms she had actually started to think that maybe there was something between them. Honestly, she had been so naïve. When those two girls had come running out of the dorms it became instantly clear that she was just another fangirl to him. The ridiculous girls had even mentioned something about being in his room one night. When had that happened? Probably right after he got home from being with her in the library. Yori closed her eyes as the thoughts of Aidou in bed with clinging fangirls filled her mind. It made her blood burn with jealousy.
The loathsome emotion filled her body with heating anger, and it made her feel ashamed. She had seen it in Simon's father so many times. It was now a new way in which she had allowed him to influence her. Maybe if her mother had never cheated on him, or if he had been able to control his raging jealousy, things might have been different. But even though this was true, she still could never blame her mother. If anything, she blamed herself. After all, Yori often instigated it all on her own. Whatever happened as a result of her own stupidity, was well deserved. Even the first time Simon's father had hit her, she could have prevented it.
From that first day when she had moved into the house, Simon's father had tried to make her obey him in any way possible. It was as if he was trying to control her where he had failed with her mother. But Yori was her mother's daughter, and her heart remained strong even when her body was proved weak.
That first fateful night had started off like any other. Yori had been sitting at the kitchen table with Simon after making him dinner. She so enjoyed being with him even though sometimes, like all children, he could be difficult. She had made Simon's favorite, macaroni and cheese in spiderman shapes. She hadn't even been hungry herself, she just enjoyed playing with him, and watching his bright smile as he covered his face with yellow cheese sauce.
When his father had come home that night, Yori didn't even think he seemed drunk, or at least he hadn't carried the pungent smell of alcohol. He simply came home and walked without stumbling into the kitchen, then purposefully sat next to her at the head of the table.
"Get me a drink, girl!" he never seemed to have learned her name.
She didn't honor him by looking at him as she spoke. "Get it yourself."
He had slammed his hand on the table causing the plates and utensils to clatter, but Yori had shown no reaction. She refused to give him even that much.
"You think you can treat me like that stupid whore?" he had challenged her.
She knew he was referring to her mother and she hated it when he talked about her like that. "You deserved it." she had said, keeping her voice level, and stating it as fact.
He had instantly stood out of his chair, so violently that it slid back and then fell over onto the hard kitchen floor. Yori had responded by standing up and facing him, as if she could take him on.
"That stupid bitch couldn't listen! You will obey me!" Commanding her to obey him was a common thing for him to say.
Another common thing was the way Simon covered his ears, which he had also done that night.
But when Yori thought back on it, she didn't really think about Simon. Instead, she cursed herself for what she had done next.
She had stood facing his father, not backing down, and he had responded by standing over her, close enough to use his much larger size to threaten her.
But despite his stance, Yori didn't stop. "What are you going to do? Hit me?"
He had stood still for a moment, surprised by her words. Then, he raised a hand, palm aimed for her face, threatening to do just as she had said.
Yori should have stopped there, but she didn't. She had looked him directly in the face. "I dare you! Hit me!"
And hit her he did.
Thats how it started, and it never ended. Every single time he threatened her, Yori faced him head on, and every single time, he responded violently. Yori didn't know why she could never learn her lesson. She tried to tell herself to just do as he commanded, just to save herself at least. But unfortunately, it was somehow Yori's instinct. She always found herself fighting back, no matter the consequences.
She hadn't noticed the affects on Simon until much later. It was on a night when he had been incredibly difficult. She remembered trying to get him to go to bed as he begged her to read him a book. She had been tired, and it was already late.
"Read it again!"
"No Simon. It's past your bedtime." She had been firm with him. It was the best way sometimes.
"Obey me!"
She had stilled instantly. She hoped she had heard him incorrectly. "What?"
"Obey me!"
It was then that Yori had done the worst thing she had ever done in her entire life.
She slapped him.
Even now, when she was sitting in class, she felt disgusting. She was being influenced by his father. It was as if he was contagious. Now it was making her feel jealousy, and then it had made her hit her own sweet brother. She was just as disgusting as him in so many ways.
"Are you ok, Yori-chan?"
Yori snapped out of her thoughts and looked over to her best friend sitting next to her. She realized that her face felt flushed and she had been gripping her desk. Yuuki was looking at her with innocent concern.
"Uh yeah, just a little tired I guess." Yori said lamely, as she tried to recover from the vivid flashback.
Yuuki didn't ask anything else, and Yori secretly thanked her. It was by far the best quality that Yuuki had. She always seemed to know when to not ask any questions. Yori knew that on some level, Yuuki understood. Still, Yuuki didn't know the details, and Yori would never tell her.
When class had ended, Yuuki had seemed uncomfortable, like there was something else she wanted to say. Yori already had an idea of what she was about to ask.
"I didn't want to bring this up Yori-chan, but..." Yuuki looked extremely uncomfortable. "Well its about your tuition. The chairman said we didn't receive it for this semester yet."
This had happened before. It always made Yori feel embarrassed. She often felt ashamed of the money problems at home, even though it was no fault of hers.
"I'm so sorry Yuuki-chan, the check is probably just sitting on the desk at home. I'll call home and have it mailed out tomorrow." She forced a smile.
Yuuki just smiled back, apparently relieved the brief conversation was over. "Ok, Yori-chan, I wasn't really that worried about it anyways." It was obvious that wasn't the truth. Yuuki couldn't pull off a lie if her life depended on it.
"You seem like you haven't been getting enough sleep." Yuuki frowned. "I'm sorry, I know I always wake you up when I get home from my rounds." she said apologetically.
Are you crazy? Yori thought at her friend. Yuuki was the one who was actually up and making those rounds every night, if anybody needed more sleep she did.
"Really its fine Yuuki. I like hearing you come home at night. It lets me know your ok." Yori really did feel some concern for her friend, especially now that she knew the entire night class was made up of vampires. The only reason she hadn't insisted that Yuuki stop patrolling at night was because she knew Zero was practically her body guard. The two were inseparable.
Yuuki smiled sweetly at Yori. They really were the best of friends, always worrying over each other.
"Well I think I'm going to spend the next night or two at the chairman's. You've been looking really exhausted lately."
Had her emotions been showing on her face that obviously? If she really looked that tired it was probably because she was up most of the night mentally berating herself for getting involved with Aidou.
"Really, thats not necessary Yuuki-chan."
"No, I insist." Yuuki could be very stubborn sometimes.
Yori let out a sigh. Apparently there would be no convincing Yuuki that she didn't have to stay at the chairman's.
After classes ended, Yori was tempted to head to the library, but her private space there was now completely off limits. Silently, she cursed Aidou for ruining a perfectly good solitary reading spot. Letting out a yawn, Yori decided to return to her dorm room. Maybe it would be best to make it an early night.
Aidou sat on one of the couches in the front lobby of the moon dorms. He took a sip out of a wine glass filled with red liquid, grimacing at the watery taste of the fake blood. It was completely unfulfilling when compared to the taste of Yori's. Actually, at this point, Yori's blood was pretty much all he thought about when he was thirsty. He didn't even want to drink anybody else's. Nothing would compare.
He felt his fangs lengthen and slid his tongue across one, purposely drawing blood. This was too much. He wasn't used to not getting what he wanted and he wasn't going to start now. He refused to deny himself any longer.
I think the next chapter is in good shape, but after that I feel like the story could use some help.
So please post Comments and Reviews. They keep my muse talking...