I don't own Vampire Knight. Tenth Chapter, and her tenth day is ruined (I should laugh to make you think I'm crazy, but eh, I need reviewers). So this skips to her 12th day when she gets out of the infirmary, just so you know.

-linkinparkfan9799

Miki

I wave good bye to the infirmary three days later and dash out, wanting to demand Zero why he never visited. Yuki did, Ruka did, Tama did (even though I threatened to put a restraining order on her if she didn't leave immediately), Yoshino, Honshu, even Kenai and we barely even know each other. I slam into a group of girls and soon regret my mistake. They surround me with 'Poor thing's, making me run for my F*CKING life to the classroom. I nearly dodge yet another college dictionary, flip off the Class Pres, and slam hard into the door. Dazed and angry, I open the door to only hit myself. Someone pries my hand off the door and rubs my forehead with their thumb, wiping off some blood. I blink and look up to Kenai, smiling down at me. I push away and blush, scratching the back of my neck in a flurry of embarrassment. I laugh nervously and bow, red as a tomato.

"S-so, Kenai," I blink, stiffening and blushing still, "how are you?"

"Good now that you're out of the infirmary," he smiles.

I blink. Is that flirting? "Yeah, well…it's a good day for me to I guess…hey have you see Kiryu?"

He drops the smile and bites his lip. He nods and points into the classroom at the very top row. I snarl and stomp inside, up the steps and poke Zero hard in the shoulder. He looks up at me and nods to acknowledge my presence. He looks back and I'm as red as the very tip of a sunset, even if some of my blood has not yet come back. All the anger makes me dizzy and I sit down in the usual seat, glaring at Zero before turning back and dragging out the drawing pad. I think twice about drawing Zero hanging, so I just resort to one of those fake hearts. I finish and think about blowing a kiss at it, but then get an idea to shove my anger out by my pencil. I draw a break in the middle of the heart to symbolize a broken heart and scribble the initials 'K.Z' and 'M.Y'. Sure it's backwards, but I can't have him thinking that I mean Zero and me, that'd be weird. I simply mean it as that's never going to happen, no matter how much my heart seems to want love. I blow it a kiss and my heart clenches. I wince and grab at it, thinking I did something wrong. I quickly erase the line and my heart returns to perfect condition. Lesson learned; don't make a broken heart come to life otherwise you're heart might actually split in two. It would be a bloody mess and kill you. I blow it another kiss, making it two dimensional again, and erase it, wanting to resort to something else that didn't include Zero dying, a broken heart, or anyone dying frankly. I glance at the dragon on the other page and it bounces from one side of the paper to the next, blowing graphite fire. I ponder hard and start feeling dizzy again. I finger in my bag, still staring down at the paper, and drag out something. I bring it in front of my face and drop it, seeing it's just an art utensil. Still staring at the dragon, I bury my right arm in the bag and shuffle around for the blood tablets, since the headmaster kept reminding me food regenerated blood. I drag another thing out to see it was my Disciplinary Committee symbol, which I slip on, and retry. I drag out the poisoned lunch, which I think of giving to Zero, but get curious and look in. It's made by Tama, with a whole bunch of sweets that could rot my teeth in minutes. She would never dare to poison me, so I sigh in my ridiculousness to not at least checkand drop it in the bag. I shuffle again and pull something, which results in a shock. I get frustrated and look in to see an electric eel.

"THAT'S RIDICULOUS!" I scream. I pry the eel out, no matter how much it hurts, and drop it on the floor, knowing it'd die in a matter of minutes.

I examine my hand, seeing it was red with a nasty burn, and lifted the bag to the chair on my left and dig with my left hand, staring at the ceiling and playing a little game with myself now. I grip something squishy and drag out a stress ball, seeing it was planted by Yoshino. I roll my eyes and pocket it, trying to make sure I wouldn't pick it again. I drag out my flute, which I lay in my lap, those empty certificates Ruska made years ago I shred and eat the paper, hungry now, a box of chocolates planted by Tama I choose to pocket to throw out later or eat, since I could use some sweets for my mood, a picture of my mom when she was my age and just starting high school I choose to attach to the front of the drawing pad, a herb, which I eat, a cloth ball filled with sand and clay which I pocket, and I drag out my hand to take a short break. I shut the drawing pad and smile at the pictures on the front, thinking if I could find more pictures in my search for my blood tablets I could make a collage of memories I guess. I dig inside once more and drag out a cufflink. I glace at my jacket cuffs and see the cufflinks there are there and resolve to that it went with something else. I continue and drag out ammo that I could've used on day9, an eraser, the slate, Dracula, an apple that I swore I ate yesterday, a canteen, and a bag of blood donated by Yuki.

"Thanks Yuki, but I don't need it," I mutter, setting it in my lap.

I keep going. I'm bit surprised how bottomless my mom made this. Oh yeah…I guess I forgot to mention she made this huh? I don't know how, but knows so many spells that witches or gypsies don't. I guess she's just some other race than human? I shrug to myself and resume. I pull out a rose petal, paper, red cloth that I realize was my tie and I quickly wrap it around my neck and set it in it's bow, a pebble, a pile of schist (the mineral), a pile of marble (how did that get in?), and my aspirin. I slump and set everything on the desk in front of me and bury my torso in the pack. I grunt as my cheek is cut by a fragment of glass that I take out, and I bury myself deeper. I find a necklace, a bracelet, a dress Tama made me I swore I ruined years ago, a miniature bucket, a candle, a pipe (okay, I don't even know how half of this SH*T got in to be honest), an old valentine Honshu gave me in the asylum on Valentine's Day (I'm not surprised he gave one only to me, since he stalks whoever he feels like at that time, I was the 'shiny new toy'), a small knife, a piece of hail from last winter, and no blood tablets. I lurch in until my knees are at the top of the pack and I search frantically for those stupid tablets. I reach down and finally touch the bottom. I recall my mom saying that it was endless, but I guess the end came to when the amount of objects came to a stop. I feel something under my fingertips and pull up my tablets. I smile and hop out of the bag, coming up to a surprised Kenai.

"What?" I ask.

"That bag is 1' by 1', yet you were in there to your knees!" he exclaims.

"Yeah, I'm 5'…8" now. I do weird things!"

I grip the tablets behind my back and start dumping in everything but the drawing pad, one pencil, the stuff I forgot to put on (the tie and the Committee band), and the tablets of course. Kenai sits at my left once I drop the bag to the floor and I sit down. I drop a tablet into my hand, still covering the small box, and dropped it into my mouth, feeling marginally better. I pocket the tablets and reopen my drawing pad. Kenai watches as I flip to a new page and I draw two guns crossing each other and an anemone blooming in the center. I make a border of concrete and blue flowers blooming here and there, vines wrapping around the border. I hear the door open and look up to the Class Pres arguing with Yori about something. I shove the drawing pad in, careful not to damage it, and stand, walking over to Yori with my bag slung lazily over my shoulder.

"Hello Yori!" I greet. "How's your morning?"

"It'd be better if this jerk would get off my case!" she yells, facing the Class Pres still.

"It's the rules!" he argues, holding out a hand.

Yori snarls and stomps up to her seat, the Class Pres hot on her heels. I sigh, sweat producing on my forehead, and I peek out the door to see Yuki waiting in the hall for something. "You're expecting someone?" I wonder.

"Yoshino," she replies. "Four is better than three."

I grasp what she's talking about and remind myself Yoshino is one for Committees. I walk up back to my seat and have to suffer the Class Pres and Yori's argument. I face Kenai.

"So, this is a peaceful room," I joke.

He smiles. "I guess it is."

We laugh and someone throws a book at his head. I turn to see Zero, eyes closed and sitting back in his chair with arms crossed. I roll my eyes and stand, walking over to Zero. "What's your problem?" I demand.

"Hmm?" he mutters, position still the same.

"You just threw a book at Kenai," I state. "And you refused to visit me in the infirmary."

"Don't know what you're talking about," he lies. "Can't she just shut up?"

I grip my fists and walk down the steps to the front of the room. I know Kenai is glaring at Zero, Zero doesn't mind, and I realize Tama walks in with all the other students. Yoshino sits next to me and Yuki stares back and forth among Yori, us, and Zero. She decides Yori, since the Class Pres is really P*SSING her off, and Tama comes up to the front, her expression more stern than usual. Yoshino slumps a bit and she remains like this throughout the lesson, and Tama doesn't do any baby talk surprisingly. I smile throughout the lesson and when class ends, she stiffens.

"May I see Yoshino Schist please?" she asks.

I freeze. Yoshino stares at me in confusion as if she did something wrong, which she didn't, and I stiffen, my legs coming together. "Yoshino, come."

"May I see Yoshino Schist, please?" Tama repeats.

Yoshino clings to my back and we make our way out before Tama grips the back of Yoshino's neckline and jerks hard. "I NEED TO SEE YOU!"

Tama pries her off of me and shoves me out into the hall, slamming the door and locking it. Not a good sign. I take out my knife and put an ear up against the door. I hear glass shattering, things being thrown, and Tama's roars of fury.

"YOU'RE ALL HE WANTED! YOU'RE ALL MY MAKOTO WANTED! YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME! YOU EVIL LITTLE-"

I kick the door open and slam Tama against the board. "Finish that and you'll regret the day you were born, Tama!"

She cackles like a mad woman, her eye twitching. "Sweetie, how nice it is to see you healthy!"

"She's F*CKING crazy!" Yoshino shrieks. "Remember her boss last year?"

"SHUT UP!" Tama roars, trying to pry me off.

"SHE ATE HIM!" Yoshino admits, sobbing. "She said she'd eat me if I told anyone!"

I gasp and turn to Tama. I throw her away and grab Yoshino's wrist. Everything goes so fast I can't catch up with speed. A gunshot rings, pain surges up my right leg, Yoshino screams, a second shot rings, my back spreads pain around my torso, a third rings, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth…all sending pain in different places. I close my eyes and I feel someone push me up. Yoshino screams, I hear blood splatter, Yoshino runs out, limping apparently. I feel cold, limp, and numb. I weakly open my eyes and see Yuki supporting me.

"HELP!" she screams. "HELP US!"

Students run in and see whatever happened. They scream and most rush to help me. I feel a particular cold set of hands wrap around my shoulders to help me up. I wince as a gunshot wound stings and I scream. All the shots hurt, and the pain won't stop. I can feel the blood ooze out, and all my senses lick away by the second. The headmaster runs in and then to the infirmary, hoping to get help incase I couldn't get to their with all the gun wounds. The students slowly drag me off towards their, blood leaking out painfully. I grip someone's shirt and scream, my mouth gurgling up some blood. I hear crying, see tears leak down the students faces as if it's paining them to see me in so much pain.

"Poor thing…" I hear one feminine voice whisper to a friend.

"Why can't she not suffer for one day?" her friend replies.

"That's life," I hear Yoshino sob. "Life bites people hard!"

She's right. Life won't stop being the way it is. A birth might end up with the baby suffocating, or the mother dying out of unknown causes. A first walk might end up with sticking from a hard fall. First day of high school can end up in the hospital because of some bullies who take things to far. A relationship might end up suicide for one because the other dies. A celebration in a public place could end up in a kidnapping because people are messed up. A simple day, oh just a simple day such as sitting around drinking coffee, can turn up in ash, suffering, death. It's horrible, but it's life. People die in life, the times just vary. I let tears leak at the thought of leaving Yoshino alone, leaving Yuki's friendly presence and never seeing it again, breaking my promise to Ichiru…all the bad things just roll in my head like when I killed Makoto. I see light, screaming out of pain and fright that's it is Death's light. I realize I'm just in the infirmary and they lay me on the bed like a delicate piece of glass in a frame. A cold hand rests on my forehead and I collapse out of exhaustion.

A little girl with gray hair and black eyes is swinging her legs on a stool. She has her hands folded in her lap and she's sitting, on the stool, staring out into a patch of trees from the comfort of what seems like a manor. She's smiling; sipping what looks like tea from a small, cream-colored teacup and is dressed in a small, pale-pink skirt that goes to her mid-thighs and a small, scarlet, short and puffy-sleeved shirt with three buttons and a wavy collar. Her socks are scarlet and black-stripped and reach all the way up to her knees, little black shoes that possess a white strap across the top. Her stool is made from dark oak and the legs seem to curve like real legs, except their more stout. A small black choker is around her tiny neck and a little key is attached to her wrist by a little metal chain. She seems eight, 4' 10", and playful. She sets down the cup on a cream-colored saucer and sets the saucer on a silver tray. I observe the beige walls with little lavender and vine patterns spreading all around. The curtains are scarlet and the floor is made out of light teak, which starts to worry me slightly. The only door is a molten silver shade of wood, the knob the shape of a scarlet skull. The room is small, which makes my claustrophobia spring slightly, but the lack of stuffy-dusty air comforts me. At least the girl cleans the place. Albino smooth skin tight around a little skeleton, the girl stands and twirls around to see me, her long hair in pigtails and her hands entwined behind her back, her black irises shut away with the eyelids and her lips curved into a welcoming grin.

"Hello!" she greets happily. "Who do I have the pleasure of seeing today?" I blink, a bit astounded that this girl's voice is so light and happy and cheery in a cooped up place like this. "Oh, so you're shy! Come in, come in, nobody's going t hurt you!"

A tall, scarlet cushioned stool appears next to hers, making me curious on why she didn't have a cushion on hers. I saw the legs were stiff and the wood was light oak. I gradually creep over and seat myself down, folding my own hands in my lap. My pack is not on my person, but probably back in the infirmary. I feel something wet on my cheek, but I ignore it completely. The eight-year-old sits down, facing me this time instead of the window. She offers me a lavender-colored tea-cup and I accept, seeing no other choice. She picks up her cream-colored cup and sips some tea, glancing out of the window through the corner of her eyes. We set down our cups on the tray after three sips and she presents me a hand.

"I'm Miki, but most call me Mi," she introduces herself.

I stare at the hand and slowly slip mine in with hers. We shake lightly and we drop hands, my vocal cords feeling mute. I swallow a mouth full of nervousness and blankly stare at her. "I'm Yoko."

"Nice to meet you, Yoko!" she laughs friendlily. "So, what happened to you?"

"Huh?" I furrow my brows.

"Well, you can't come here unless you're severely wounded," she informs. "What happened?"

I blink. "Where am I?"

"Oh, amnesia, nasty," she grimaces.

"No, I don't have amnesia otherwise I wouldn't remember my name," I remind. "I'm simply asking where I am."

"Oh, you're in you're mind," she smiles. "Everyone has a door in their mind," she points to the scarlet skull door knobbed-door, "that leads here. I'm responsible for comforting them until death due them part or they recover."

I blink. "I got shot six times."

"Eek was you a bleeder Yoko?" she questions.

"How in the world is that comforting?" I snap.

"Just answer, you'll see," she smiles.

I sigh. "Yes, and I was a bleeder three days ago to."

"Oh, when my sister's little pawn attacked," she shook her head.

I widen my eyes. "Your sister's little pawn?" I gasp.

"Yeah, she's hard to find really," she shrugs. "You'd have to be on the verge of death to visit her, and you'd have to be not expecting it."

"What's her name?" I stress.

"Cam down," Miki laughs. "Her name is Rakia. She's in charge of death sentences. Of course, I've sent quite a few people to her."

"Wait, she's death?"

"No, that's dad," Miki smiles. "She just says where they go and if they're badly injured enough to go. There's on the brim, and already falling, you know?" I shrug and she laughs. "So, let us get to know each other a bit better, shall we? What do you like to do the most?"

I think about it. "Drawing, I guess."

"It's alright if it's tied," Miki smiles. "Rakia's the one who freaks out when you can't make up your mind."

"Drawing and being friends and family," I decide. "What about you?"

"I personally like to watch the nature," she waves a hand to the window. "It's especially beautiful out today. Well, for most people."

I raise a brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, people generally feel different moods. Some are sad, some are depressed, some are just blank," she shrugs. "Like you, you're feeling like you did what had to be done for little Yoshino."

"You've met her?" I ask.

"No, Rakia has though. She often gloats about who she kills and who she preserves."

"Preserves?" I wonder.

"Yep, preserving is what she does. Like Yoshino, she just preserved her and when your mum was powerful enough, Rakia let her be revived. She loaned Ami enough to revive Ichiru because she wanted to distract you, and I've met Ami before. Being the reincarnation of the Angel of Blood is not a good way to go."

"What did you talk to her about?" I wonder.

"She wouldn't stop cussing, that's for sure," Miki laughs, "wouldn't stop demanding to regain consciousness to rein your neck."

"Ouch," I state. "Do you ever get angry, per chance?"

She nods. "That's rare, though. I have the best temper in the family!"

I nod. "Apparently it is so."

"So," she grips her stool's edge, "what's your favorite flower?"

"Anemone," I shrug, "you?"

"Lavender," she waves her hand to the walls. "Do you have any siblings other than Yoshino?" I shake my head. "I only have Rakia myself, sadly. She doesn't like to play fair. Do you know how to play any instrument?"

"The flute," I answer, "you?"

"Cello," she giggles, "favorite color?"

"White," I admit.

"Scarlet," she informs.

A bell tolls and she looks out of the window. I stand up and walk over, Miki following me. A little group of kids are pulling the rope in a not-so-far-away bell tower and making the bell ring across the place. Suddenly, blood splatters in the inside and covers the balcony. Screaming fills the area, feminine and furious. Miki sighs and looks at the door, hearing something.

"That means you're released," Miki informs. "I'll try to visit you in your sleep if my dad will give me permission, okay?"

I nod and she skips over to the door. She twists the knob and I gasp at the sight. It's a big leak of white light and I'm hesitant to enter. I gulp and force myself to take the risk and walk through. I feel like all the breath is wiped away and my surroundings cover themselves in black. I disappear and I gasp, the black painting itself into the infirmary. I blink and twist m head left and right, recalling every detail of the Cross Academy infirmary. So she wasn't lying. I feel at my cheek to find it damp. I remember the touch of tears and feel at my eyes, seeing that the skin below dried itself from my previous crying and those tears had to come from someone else. I observe that I'm the only one in my room and my uniform is replaced with a bleak white shirt much like the school uniforms and the uniform skirt is remaining. I guess nobody wanted to volunteer to replace those, thankfully. I check inside the shirt to see my brassiere is the same and bloody. I see the skirt has a few blood stains of its own. I shove off the blanket overlapping my legs and stand, grabbing my clothes and pack. I walk out of the room and stroll to my dorm. I can see it is night, so I'd better hurry before the scent of blood gets a little trouble aroused for me. I push the door open and someone pins me to the wall. I'm staring up at a Night Class student, who's staring down at me with crimson eyes.

"What's a Day Class student like you doing out here?" he asks.

"G-going to my dorm," I wince in pain. "Look buster, I'd like to get some rest and forget what happened to one of the other substitutes!"

I yank away from his grasp and start running, only making myself dizzy and slowing down. I guess I lost yet more blood than I should've. I shuffle through my bag and remind myself I put it in my pocket. I shuffle through there and snatch out the blood tablets. I slip one in my mouth and drink some water in my canteen. I swallow the blood, fake or whatever, and grip the tablets and canteen. After a few minutes, I find myself in front of the Sun girls' dormitories and shove the door open. I start limping when my left leg turns numb and climb up the stairs to my dorm. I push the door open with my back and hurl the clothes on my bed. I realize Yoshino is not in bed, in fact not the dorm, and curse myself for being unconscious for so long as a matter of hours. I quickly wash out the blood, dry the clothes, place them on, and slip on my Disciplinary Committee wrap. I shove the window up and slide out, shutting it silently behind me. My canteen in my right and my tablets in the left, I jump off onto the ground, landing on my feet, and taking another tablet to help heal my injuries. I head to pick the bullets out when I see they're already picked out and disinfected. I sigh in some form of relief and I feel someone tap my shoulder. I freeze and grip the skirt above my rose gun. I twirl around on my heel and yank out the rose gun, only to see I'm pointing it at Yuki. I sigh and holster it, facing Yuki.

"You really shouldn't startle me like that," I inform.

She crosses her arms. "What are you doing out of the infirmary?"

I shrug. "I feel better."

"You still shouldn't just go without telling someone!" she scolds.

"Look, I'm taking it as easy as I can," I comfort. "I'm just making sure of where my sister is!"

"She's on patrol," Yuki informs. "Now if you'll please just go back to the-hey! Yoko, come back, that's the dormitories!"

I muffle her voice out. I run back to the dorms and leap up on a branch, then another, then the edge of my window and latch it open in a place people would have difficulties finding it. I slide it open and jump through, sliding it closed and latching it. I plop into the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My body is sore, mostly the parts I was shot at, and my body is drenched with nervous and tired sweat beads. I pant and take a deep breath, shutting my eyes, sprawled upside-down diagonal with my head at the lower left corer of my bed, my legs hanging off the end, and I pass out with a smile on my face.

A.N: I know some parts were depressing, but one of the genres is hurt/comfort for a reason; she goes from that depressing nature to the peaceful, playful, lovable bundle of joy. I hope you enjoyed Chapter ten: Miki and I hope you'll review and read the next chapter.