DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE KNIGHT, ONLY YVELTA GRIMM

'Yagari? What the devil are you doing?' Yvelta looked between the hunter's smoking gun and the two drenched disciplinary committee students.

The hunter looked at her with is one eye. 'I'm doing my job. I didn't expect to see you here, of all places.' As usual, he let nothing faze him. He didn't even show any hint of surprise at seeing her.

'The world seems to have a funny way of bringing people together. Now, I don't have issue with you shooting at these two, I'm hardly their biggest fan. But I'm curious as to why?' She walked over to him. He gave her another imperious look.

'Why? Because he's a vampire. He tried to bite her.'

'It wouldn't be the first time.'Yvelta muttered.

'What was that?' Yagari's eye narrowed.

'Nothing, Yagari. Nothing at all.' She turned around and began walking away. 'Carry on.'

Yagari allowed himself a small smile. She hadn't changed. 'Yvelta!'

She stopped. 'Yes?'

'Lose the makeup. Looking like a pampered aristocrat doesn't suit you.'

Yvelta grinned. 'I'm glad we're on the same page about that. Do feel free to correct those who disagree. I won't stop you.' She faded back into the forest.

Halfway through she found Hanabusa. Clearly he'd tried to follow her, but had failed.

'Where did the gunshot come from? Why are you smiling? What's going on?' He was still in the clothes from the party. None of them had been back at the dorms long enough to change before the shot was fired.

'It came from the pool, I have my reasons, and it's none of your concern.' She answered each question without even looking at him. It irritated him.

He grabbed her arm. 'You shouldn't have come out here. You might have gotten hurt.'

His comment made her sigh. 'You really must stop treating me as if I am a delicate piece of glass. I was in no danger.'

Hanabusa dropped her arm moodily. She was so irritating lately. One minute it seemed like she was flirting, the next he felt as if she was treating him as nothing more than an irritation. She was impossible to read.

Yvelta studied his face. 'I've irritated you. My apologies.'

'Forget it.' He put his hands in his pockets and began walking back to the Moon Dorms.

'That is far more than irritation. What plagues your mind, Hanabusa?'

He turned to face her, eyes sad. 'You really don't know?'

'I have my suspicions. I merely wish to confirm them.' She walked over to him, putting an arm around his shoulders comfortingly. 'I promise to listen without judgement.'

He pushed her arm off. 'You can't.'

'Oh, so it does concern me.' A knowing smile lit her features.

Hanabusa growled in frustration. 'Just… Forget it, okay?'

Yvelta raised an eyebrow. 'You cannot possibly expect me to follow that recommendation. I will pursue this to the very end, if only to satisfy my burning curiosity as to what it is about me that frustrates you so greatly.'

'Nice to know that you want to know what's wrong for my sake rather than yours…'

She sighed. 'Again, I apologise. I am being callous. But please, tell me what the problem is. I don't see how it can make anything worse.'

'You are the problem. I don't know what it is you want from me. Your behaviour is erratic, almost to the point of bipolarity, I can't understand it. What am I to you? A toy?' He was getting angrier by the minute.

Yvelta's eyes grew sad. 'You want to know what you are to me? You are my only friend. I'm sure that I need not explain why I have so few, considering the fact that you said many of those reasons yourself. I was unaware that my behaviour was affecting you so strongly. Perhaps it would be best if I were to leave you alone.'

Judging by the look on Hanabusa's face, that option was the opposite of what he wanted. 'You don't get it, do you?'

'Apparently I do not. Please enlighten me.'

Words weren't working. He'd simply have to show her. He grabbed her hands and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her. He nuzzled his face in her neck, breathing in a scent that wasn't there. He wished more than anything that she gave off a scent. It was unnerving to smell nothing.

'Hanabusa…' She warned, relatively certain that her neck was about to be pierced. But she was wrong. Instead of teeth, she felt lips. Lips that brushed the curve of her neck as lightly as the wind. It only took a few seconds for all the emotions she had blocked up on her weekend away to come flooding back, breaking the dam of reason she had erected.

He may not have been able to smell her, but he could taste her, and that taste was addictive. A mixture of mysterious fruits, a hint of candy, and something he couldn't identify that sent him off the edge. Nothing had ever tasted this good. Just one bite couldn't hurt…

Yvelta hissed slightly as she felt Hanabusa's fangs pierce her skin. It didn't hurt that much, but she could feel the blood being sucked out, just as she could when it was Kaname drinking it.

'Don't drink too much, we don't know how it will affect you yet. You may become sick.' But her warning was ignored. Hanabusa was out of control, eyes burning red. His hands tightened around her, preventing escape.

She began to feel lightheaded. 'That's enough, Hanabusa.' She forcefully lifted him off her, noticing the shock and anger in his still-red eyes. They slowly returned to their usual icy blue. 'I said enough.'

He slowly regained control of himself. She was right, he was beginning to feel a little ill. But it wasn't as bad as he had expected. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that.'

She waved off the apology. 'I probably deserved it. But an explanation for the actions previously would be nice.'

Ah. That part. 'They don't speak for themselves?'

She shook her head slightly, smiling. 'Not entirely, no. Though I have a pretty good idea.'

He ran a hand through his hair. 'Ugh… If you keep teasing me with the flirting and stuff, the way you have been, that's going to keep happening.'

'That sounds like an invitation.' At least she'd been able to control her reaction this time, unlike the disaster she perpetrated the first time he kissed her. It was good to know she hadn't lost him. She gave him a mysterious smile and walked back to the dorms, unusually satisfied. It wasn't until she was in her room that she remembered she was still wearing the clothing and makeup from the party. She sighed. She'd have to get him to help her take the dreadful stuff off. He had unfortunately neglected to explain that part to her earlier.

She snuck out of her room and across to his, silently opening the door. Akatsuki was asleep, and Hanabusa was in bed, but his eyes were open. He rolled his eyes when he saw her sheepish face.

'What is it now?' He wasn't wearing a top. Yvelta eyed the perfect muscle definition of his torso as an artist would look at a masterpiece.

'You have spectacular muscular definition.' She said quietly.

He raised an eyebrow for. 'That's what you called me out here for?'

'No, I need you to help me remove this damnable makeup. I have no idea how to get rid of it. Scratching it off was unsuccessful…'

He chuckled as he noticed the lines from where her fingernails had been. 'I can well imagine. Come on.' He led her to her room, ran over to Rima's, snuck in, grabbed some makeup remover, and snuck back out again.

'This stuff is what you use to clean it off.' He helped her with it.

Eventually it was all gone. 'If you ever make me wear that horrid chemical mix again, I will steal your clothes.' She threatened.

'Alright, I get it. No makeup. It did look nice, though.'

Yvelta snorted. 'No. It did not. It looked abominable.'

Hanabusa shook his head. 'Whatever. I'm going back to bed.' He took the makeup remover back to Rima's room, slipped into his bed, but was unable to sleep. There was too much to think about.

As he stared at the fading stars out his window, Yvelta did the same. The events of tonight were thoroughly unexpected. She tossed and turned, left to wonder what the following day would bring.