Chapter 10
Her hand reached for the doorknob but was suddenly knocked out of the way when the door swung open, practically knocking her over right in front of the vampire boy's eyes. Zero swiftly caught Yuki by the upper arm but her grasp was quickly taken away by a snatching Kaname Kuran who had already gotten a grip on her opposite arm. "Ah," the pureblood said blankly, "how nice of you to bring her home to me, Zero." Though all of his instincts told him to hold onto her, Zero slowly let Yuki go to be railed into her older brother's arms who slowly leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips. Her eyes only fell closed after a few seconds of Kaname's lips on hers, the awkwardness completely invading and polluting the once romantic atmosphere. When Kaname's head rose up from the stolen kiss, a small sliver of blood began to go down his chin and he lapped it up while locking eyes with Zero. "Thanks again," he said before bringing Yuki inside and slamming the door shut behind them.
"What was that?" The once human girl scoffed the moment the door had shut behind the couple, quickly yanking her arm from her brother's grip and stumbling backward in her short heels. She rarely spoke out against Kaname but at this point, she could care less - she never saw him act in such a way. But even as Yuki spoke defiantly towards him, Kaname couldn't help but smile at her with a warm milkiness in his gaze. His chocolate eyes fixated on hers and he said in a gentle tone, "You're not wearing my jacket. I thought I meant more to you than that." His gaze slowly trickled down her mature form and though he secretly did view the dress as beautiful, just the thought of Zero Kiryu seeing his beloved Yuki in such a way was enough to make his usual calming blood boil; an anger that physically formed in a passive aggressive grin and an extension of his normal controlling fashion. Kaname took another step closer to his lover, who was clearly furious and keeping her distance, and slowly stroked his finger underneath her chin. Yuki's eyes finally met his and her night was soiled with the parting words of, "One look from that bastard and you're already forgetting about me."
Yuki watched solemnly as Kaname walked up the winding stairs of the vampire mansion and disappeared among the upper hallways, leaving her alone at the front door with a chilled feeling and the soreness of his past hand on her upper arm. How could I do such a thing? The poor girl thought to herself, My precious Kaname senpai. I've disappointed him. Burning tears began to well in her eyes and she ran in the man's footsteps up the stairs, only leaving his trail to enter her private room and shut the door forcefully behind herself. The moment the door closed, the girl let out a desperate howling cry and collapsed onto her knees onto the hard wooden floor. Her cries seemed to last for at least a half hour before she finally had the strength to catch her breath and rise from the ground, gathering herself enough to stumble to the bed and instead fall there. Yuki knew well enough that Kaname was able to hear her (as well as all of the other members of the night class), for his bedroom was just nextdoor. Usually if he could detect the slightest unhappiness within her, he would already have been rushed to her side to fix it. But tonight, Yuki slept laid alone and wept.
Though the night was still young, Yuki's sleep had come to an abrupt stop and she lay awake in the bed with her dress and heels on. When her sleepy eyes were no longer tired, she hoisted the energy to sit up and begin stripping herself from the hinderance of her ballroom clothing until halfway through, she heard disturbing sounds from the next room over. It was the muffled sound of lust that she had grown accustomed to hearing over the past years, surely leaving the lips of her lover Kaname. Both curious and mortified, Yuki slowly pressed her ear to the wall to listen deeper to the groans. It wasn't the groans that disturbed her, usually they filled her with passionate desire. It was the sounds of what was surely causing the groans. The suckling.
The night was quiet but that would soon pass, for the sounds that spilled from Kaname Senpai's mouth was only fuel for Ruka who fed from him mercilessly. "Mm," the pureblood moaned. Her gold locks were fumbling between his fingers and he lay his head to rest against the expensive couch, where the girl laid on top of him and slowly glid her fangs out of his flesh. "How much I've missed the taste of you," a restless Ruki huffed, "I feared I'd never taste you again, sir." The words that poured from her were nothing to Kaname, who simply shoved her head back down in a silent order for her to continue drinking. She obediently did as her master wished and sucked from him heavily. On the other side of the wall, a horrified Yuki listened intently all the way to the end.
It was the early hours of the morning when a sleepy Zero Kiryu awoke to the sound of a frantic knocking on his door. He half expected it to be his overbearing father before he heard the whimpers from all too familiar voice followed by a gentle, "Zero? Please open up." The was an abrupt pause followed by the sounds of sniffling and a whispered, "I'm really sorry."
When he opened his door without a second thought, he was left standing in front of a pathetic Yuki. Her eyes were bloodshot red around her caramel irises and she was clearly struggling to hold back a bellowing cry, instead covering her face with her sleeve. "Come in," Zero said softly but the vampire girl quickly shook her head in response. "I don't deserve it," Yuki said into her shirt sleeve, "I know how you feel now. And for making you feel that way, what I really do deserve is for you to keep your promise." The air was thick and Zero was left dumbstruck, even as Yuki quickly pushed past him and entered the room. She finally allowed herself to cry properly, her face shielded by her long brown hair, as she shuffled all around his room and stopped in front of his haunting wardrobe. "What are you doing?" Zero asked skeptically. He found his answer without Yuki even speaking but rather what she had pulled from the top of the wardrobe. His gun.