I don't own Vampire Knight.
Valentine's Day
F*CKING recipe, F*CKING girls who won't get out of the F*CKING kitchen! I keep the spine of Dracula in straight condition, the pages unbent, and forehead sweating from impatience as the hours drag after Day Class ends. Yuki is nearly done at her station, but others are behind her, others are behind Yori's station, and even some girl with a light brown braid and thin glasses pushed down at the bridge of her nose. I yawn out of fatigue and check my calendar once again: day16 of Cross Academy. I shove it back in my bag along with Dracula and shut my eyes, suddenly being pulled into an unknown memory. It's a small classroom, little science stations in organized rows and columns. Children about 10-12 sit in pairs at the tables, one particular boy sitting alone, stirring the contents of a beaker gradually. His pale face is twisted in loneliness, his black hair in a medium long bob, the ends pointed and going from short to long from the back of his neck. His eyes were light blue, cold, yet soft. His albino skin was smooth and thin, along with his thin and tall figure. He looks like 12, probably one of the oldest in the class. His deep green, long-sleeved, collared shirt has three buttons running down from the collar, his pants tight around his thin legs and a metal belt tightened up all the way, yet still too big for him, that being bad considering it was a small. The door shoves open and an 11-year-old with a heavy load of science donations wobbles through, her teal glasses shoved up to the brim of her nose. Her medium hair is tight in a ponytail, a little metal band keeping it in the air, and her wear is a sky blue-wool sweater, black jeans, brown hiking boots, and a deep charcoal-colored scarf tight around her neck. The boy bleakly glances away from the beacon to the girl, rolling his eyes and simply resuming the stirring. The teacher walks up and whispers to her to sit next to 'that loner over there' and she obeys, only receiving a cold glare from the boy.
"Hello!" she greets happily. "I'm Sakura, you?"
"Leave me the F*CK alone…" the boy growls.
She just keeps smiling and laughs. "Come on now! The sun is shinning, I'm starting my day1 of this academy, and you get a new partner! What could you be frowning about, may I so dearly ask?"
He scoots his chair away from her. "That last one."
Honestly, I find that very rude, but what can you do? She laughs and he scoots all the way to the edge of the desk. "I have a feeling you don't have much friends. Wait, I don't have a feeling, I know."
He snarls and turns to her, furious. "Shut up, B*TCH!"
"Now, now," she laughs, "no need for the devil's bearings! Maybe if you'd stop thinking about it, I wouldn't hear you."
He grits his teeth, annoyed. "What the F*CK are you talking about C*NT?"
"I'm telepathic," she laughs at herself. "Most people don't know it, but I have had radiation poisoning, so," she simply shrugs.
He rolls his eyes. "Please."
"I can prove it," she smiles. "Think of a number, any number, and I'll guess it on the first try."
He sighs. "Alright, fine. I got my number ready for you."
"Get the F*CK away from me," she quotes.
He blinks. "Excuse me?"
"That's what you were thinking," she laughs.
He blinks. "Either I'm going insane, you're d*m lucky, or you're telling the truth."
"That last one," she teases.
His lips curl at the ends. "Maybe she's not so bad after all…"
"You know it," she mutters.
He laughs and she drags out a graph notebook. He snaps his fingers and drags out a drawing pad. She stares at it and he opens to the first page, making her gap in amazement. "That's awesome!"
A little hare is drawn in a sunny floral meadow, the hare hopping around and nibbling at little soft flower petals of lilies, anemones, lavenders, and roses. She laughs as the hare runs into the bark of a small tree, and he smiles as if he was responsible for it. The scene shifts into a high school room, obviously set up for Literature. The same boy, except now 17, is submerged in MobyDick which I bet someone paid him to read. The door swings open and the same girl, now 16, stumbles through, being pushed through by some snooty girl. This girl has boy's clothing on, the scent of sex lingering, and the sleeves sprinkled with blood's origins I'd prefer to be secret. Sakura huffs and the boy no doubt recognized that very huff. He waves her over; the girl in boy's clothing mistaking it for her.
"Hello, handsome," she coons, making him scoot his chair.
"Go away," he mumbles, staring at Sakura. "Sakura, HELP ME!"
"Nicolle, just go away!" Sakura screams. "Akihito has no interest in you."
Nicolle stands. "How would you know?"
"Because he's told me," she smiles triumphantly. "Now if you excuse me, I'd like to sit down."
Nicolle twitches her eye and moves out of the way, probably feeling pain Sakura caused. Sakura plops into the seat next to Akihito and hugs his neck. "How's my best friend doing?" he asks.
"Good now that I'm out of History," Sakura laughs. "I'm serious that's like a new found torture for teenagers!"
He smiles and faces the board. "I guess it is."
"I made you something for this special day," she smiles.
"Valentine's Day," he reminds her.
"No, you silly little vamp!" she whispers, still laughing. "This is the 5th year after we met!"
He nods and accepts a little box from her. He opens it to find little chocolates. "Please tell me these are for appreciation."
"No, they're for friendship," she smiles.
He sighs. "That's one step closer to my feelings for her…"
I shake my head awake to find myself in a nearly deserted kitchen. I curse under my breath and fling myself up, forcing myself to work at the speed of light. The smell of perfect chocolates fills the room, even though I barely notice the open drawing pad. I hear faint footsteps, so I hurry my pace. I load them all into a 6" by 6" box made out of wood that I dug up earlier. I shut the lid with a thunderous slam and bite my lip, tucking the box under my arm, flinging the drawing pad into the bag and flinging the bag over my shoulders. I run out of the room to slam into a white uniform, dropping the box. I thank Gad quietly as the chocolates don't spill and kneel down to retrieve it, but a hand grips my elbow. I pause and look up to Aido, that womanizer.
"Shouldn't you be on patrol?" he wonders.
"I was earlier, but I needed to get something done quickly," I rush out of my mouth. "Now I need to drop off my bag and I'll be doing exactly that!"
I head for the box again, but he yanks me up. "Who're the chocolates for I ask?"
"Not for you," I snap, heading for them once again.
Once I tuck them under my arm, I rip my elbow out of his hand and run to the girls' dormitories. I rush up the stairs, tripping over my own feet, and slam my dorm door, panting out of exhaustion. I fling my bag on my bed and clutch the chocolates to my chest, intending to guard them with my life. I rush out, tripping over the first step, and tumbling down, feeling a pang in my neck and all goes black immediately. The light floods my eyes and I find myself in Miki's room, Miki in her first outfit that I saw her in. Her feet are swaying off the end of her stood and she cheers once she spots me, offering my tea-cup. I gladly accept it and sit down in my stool, looking out to see that moonlight was now leaking out the window.
"What happened this time?" she laughs.
"Stairs," I rub my neck where I felt the pang.
"Ouch," she laughs, "hopefully you didn't twist it."
"I better not have," I sigh, "I have patrol today!"
She smiles and stares into her tea, smiling and cocking her head to the side. "What's the box for?"
I look down to see the box was still tucked under my arm. "It's for Valentine's Day. I'm giving it to a friend of mine."
"For what, appreciation?" she giggles.
I blush, reminding myself of Sakura and Akihito, or in other words, my parents. "No, for friendship purposes," I admit.
She nods. "You know, if I ever see your friend, I'll ask him about what he thinks of you, okay?"
I smile, "If you want, but I'm telepathic, remember?"
She laughs at herself. "Oh yes, I nearly forgot."
The bell tolls and she waves for the door. "That ringing is a good thing, because this is a bit longer than the usual recovery if there is one."
I nod and run out the door, falling into the black. Once I dissolve on schedule, I shoot my eyes open and spring up, start to sprint, and then slam into a Day Class uniform larger than me. I rub my forehead and tighten my grip around the box. I look up to Kenai, who's smiling down at me.
"What are you doing in the girls' dormitories?" I demand, stiffening.
"I came to apologize for my behavior a while ago," he explains.
"It could wait," I snap. "I'm not sorry that I have to report this; being out after curfew like this!"
"What about you, huh?" he crosses his arms.
I tug the Disciplinary Committee band. "I have patrol to be on, and I can't waste anymore time on this useless conversation!"
I start to stomp away when he catches my elbow. "Please, Yoko, I'm sorry."
"Too late for that B*STARD," I snarl. "Now let go of my elbow this instant!"
He grips tighter. "No, I want you to skip your stupid patrol and go straight to bed and catch up on your rest!"
"I said, let go!" I yank my arm, but he grips tighter. I tighten my arm around the box and snarl. "For the last time I will say this…LET GO OF ME YOU B*STARD!"
I kick his hard in the balls and he crouches down in pain. I run off and slam into the door, opening it with a load of unused force. I dash out and wiz past the trees and bushes, hearing someone chasing me, probably trying to stop me. I look around for another Disciplinary Committee member, preferably Yuki since she seems to know the basics on reporting a student after curfew who refuses won't go back, and someone pins my arms to my sides, making me drop the box. I thrash and kick, but their just too strong. I huff and feel like screaming, knowing full well what would happen. I spy a tree next to me that towers over my captor. My eyes grow crimson and the tree snaps away, tumbling down behind me. The person lets go and I jump away, snatching up the box and landing on my feet the way I had the day Ichiru visited. I look up from the ground to see a Night Class student, appearing hungrier than ever. Didn't he have blood tablets? I stand up straight and slip out my blood tablets, sliding the canteen's strap over my head and off my arm, stepping closer and dropping a tablet in. I offer the canteen and he just stares at it.
"Aren't you thirsty?" I raise a brow.
He nods and accepts, swallowing most likely half of the water inside. He wipes his mouth on his sleeve and recaps the canteen, hurling it at me. He intends to walk off, but a rose gun is pointed in his face. He blinks and I slide the canteen strap back over my head onto my shoulder in that cross formation you'd put a slash on.
"You do remember it's banned to suck out a student's blood on school grounds, correct?" a deep, threatening voice growls. Good, it's Zero.
The Night Class student points to his wrist and Zero swats the gun across his face, causing a very nasty cut across the student's right cheek. He whispers something that I believe to be a threat and the student runs past me, probably heading for the classes or Moon boys' dormitories. I hear the gun holster and I grip the box tighter, hoping he wouldn't ask. I tear my face away from the direction where the student raced off to and face Zero, who looks thoroughly disgusted.
"Zero," I address. "How do I report a student?"
He rips his attention from the Night Class student's case and stares down at me, his gaze warmer than usual. "Why do you ask, Yoko?"
I huff. "Just answer the d*m question, I'm in no mood."
He furrows his brows and turns to the direction to where I came from. "Just tell me and I'll explain it later."
I cross my arms, cuddling the box. Man is he stubborn! "Kenai, one of the Day Class students, was in the Sun girls' dormitories after curfew."
He nods in acknowledgment and walks off towards the headmaster's office. I roll my eyes and walk off, starting my patrol.
\()/
I wake up to find myself on my dorm bed, grass coating my back and sweat dripping off the sides of my face. I don't really remember ever reaching my dorm, nor do I remember where I put the box. I sit up frantically and sprint around in search of the box. I peek under my bed to find it there, a little note attached to it. I pick it up and read my own scribbled writing.
If Y.M.S.A is to find this, wait until class is over to give it to you-know-who. If the reader is not Y.M.S.A, you should be electrocuted by a device in three…two…one…if you did not put it down, go to the infirmary. I hope you die in a few weeks!
I'm so nice when I'm tired. I move my jaw around and lift the box up and into the bend of my arm, dropping my bag down, one strap clutched in my right hand, and I kick the door open, not seeing any signs of Yoshino. I stomp out and carefully step down the steps. I dash out of the door and suddenly find myself surrounded. Girls scream around me and I raise a brow. I look behind me, but I see nothing. I look back at the now silent and smiling crowd and furrow my brows in confusion.
"What are you guys looking at?" I wonder.
"You!" a girl screams laughing.
I cross my arms, the bag swaying from the movement. "Why is that?"
"Because we're wondering who the chocolates are for!" another pipes up. "You see, we started this thing where we group up according to who we like, although Yuki won't join the Kaname liking group…"
"I can see why," I snarl. "Now get out of my way, this is none of your business!"
I push past and run, the girls chasing me and demanding who I was giving the chocolates to. Are these girls clueless about the concept of privacy? I skid as I come to a corner and dash for the main building. I burst through the doors and start screaming as the girls near. I shut my eyes and see Miki. That's just great. She points to my heart, signaling that I needed to calm down and take nice, even breaths during my run before I had a heart attack. I nod and open my eyes, following that advice. I feel my heart lift up and beat at a proper pace, allowing me to run faster and into the classroom, tripping over the stairs and smacking my head on the floor behind a desk. Good thing it wasn't an edge. I recover quickly and the door bursts open. So much for my idea of peace; good bye cruel world! I scream (what mortals would call loud and what I call quiet) and duck under my desk, seeing a peeved Yuki.
"Thanks," she mouths.
"What's your problem?" I mouth back.
"They want me to join the 'Kaname Kuran Kissers'. It's stupid!"
"Well, they think I like someone. It's ridiculous, right?"
She frowns. "I don't think it is."
"Oh, you think so," I smirk. "Let me tell you something, even if I did like someone, I wouldn't tell who I have feelings for!"
She sits up and crosses her arms. "Well, I know one guy who likes you very much."
"If it's Kenai, I'm not interested," I snap.
She softens a little. "I'm sure he'll be glad to hear that."
"Oh, it's a he? I thought we were talking Lesbians here!"
"What? Oh, Yoko, are you kidding me?"
We laugh as she smacks my upper left arm as punishment for bringing it up. Suddenly, we scream when the girls catch us and start begging. We groan and hug our knees, hoping it'd end. Somehow, they scream in fright and scurry to find seats. We raise our brows in curiosity and peek out from under the desk. Zero offers both of us hands and we accept them, him yanking us up first below the desks, making our heads collide with the bottom, and then we crawl out and he yanks us up then. I stick out my tongue at him and he rolls his eyes, probably peeved. He glances at the box and looks at me.
"Who's the box for?" he wonders.
"Ugh, not you to, Zero," I groan. "Does this school nothing of privacy?"
Yuki shakes her head sadly and sits down, rubbing her head from the collision with the desk. I drop the box onto the desk and check the card, seeing if it was still in tact. Zero strives to sit at the top row, but I clutch his wrist and drag him into the seat next to me. He raises his brows as if I'm crazy and laugh, reminding myself of my parents when they first met and my mom was a transfer student. She was funny like that, and that makes me miss her. I just wonder if Rakia put her in the preserves group. I wonder if she didn't. I wonder if she'll use that as blackmail of some sort. I look up at the board and then out the windows. I stare down at my box and sigh, feeling in my pocket to touch the peppermints. My dad always told me that when someone's blood tastes like peppermint to me, that's my soul-mate. Question is, why peppermint?
\()/
Screaming girls, closed gates, lanes for whoever you're giving the chocolate to, it's weird! I'm serious, someone could take this and write a book called Attack of the Demented Girls and write a ten book series about it! It's that ridiculous, folks, it truly is! I sigh and shake my head, seeing that there wasn't a lane for Zero. Yuki clutches a handmade box of handmade chocolates and frantically tries to control the girls along with Yoshino. Zero is not to be seen. I lean next to Yuki.
"Can I look for Zero?" I whisper. "This is a complete mad house you know!"
She nods in agreement and leans in as well. "Check the stables. You'll probably find his in a stack of hay next to a white horse named Lily."
I stiffen and run off, clutching the box to my bosom. Since when did Zero like horses? I guess I skipped that memory when I banged him on the head with the slate as payback for doing it to me. Well, I guess he didn't give me a bruise like I did to him, but he'll never find out. I skid around a tree and slam into the thick wood of a building. I blink and pry myself from it, thinking that I really needed to stop running into buildings like this before I end up snapping my neck one day because I'm looking back. I glance inside and see a sleeping Zero. A white horse neighs and nips at his hair, making me think the horse was carnivorous or something. Zero just opens his eyes and looks up at the horse, not noticing me.
"What is it Lily?" he asks groggily. I clear my throat and he turns to me, scowling. "Oh, it's you."
"'Oh, it's you' my as* mister," I snap. "You're supposed to be helping us with this Attack of the Demented Girls live encounter!" He raises a brow. "It's a private joke, okay?"
"What ever," he rolls his eyes, plopping back in the hay.
I feel like ripping out the three silver earrings out of the top of his left ear and the two silver earrings on his right earlobe. "Don't make me have to do it," I snarl.
"What could you do?" he snaps.
I shuffle through my bag and the horse neighs. "Go away! Go away, Matura!" it translates into.
"Does every animal know the Matura's?" I sigh.
The horse neighs a yes, but with more cussing. I snatch out the flute piece and raise it to my lips. When he continues to ignore me, I blow extremely hard on the end, making the wood on the walls crack. He clutches his head and glares at me, noticing now.
"STOP IT!" Zero roars, even though I can barely hear him.
I pry it from my lips and glare at him. "Let's get a move on, shall we?"
He pushes himself up and I pack away the flute piece. I clutch the box and think about it. What was with him? Did his crush not give him anything? I sigh and smile at him. I offer him the box, but he swats it away, P*SSED. I blink and he storms past, leaving me breathless. What was that? Did he think it was for someone else? Was he angry that his crush still did not love him back? Was I clueless and hurt him? I sigh and pick up the box, something wet dripping down my cheek. I wipe it away furiously and glare at the box. All my work and this is how he repays me. I grip it furiously and run out, wanting to sob my heart out. That B*STARD…I guess I should give this to Kenai and get rid of them for good! I slam hard into a tree and see the event is not far away. A girl turns and spots me, covering her mouth and gasping.
"Yoko, what happened?" she mouths.
I shake my head and leap up into a tree, hiding on a branch. The girl tugs her friend's sleeve and her friend turns and tugs her friend's sleeve. Once a whole lane notices me, the other lanes look up at me, silencing. Some come out and go under the tree, making Yuki come and check. Yuki gasps and covers her mouth. My face is buried in my knee caps, shielding the puffy mess from the students. Yuki turns to Zero and crosses her arms.
"ZERO!" she roars.
"What?" he snaps.
She points up at me and I bite my lip. He would just call me a wimp and go crawl back. I feel my heart clench a bit, the paper cut mocking me. I stand on the branch and it snaps, but I jump onto another before it completely falls altogether. I start hopping branches and try to clear my head, but the paper cut won't stop. When the blood tastes like peppermint…how was I going to find that out, bite every male I meet? I misstep and slam into the top of one of the walls surrounding the Moon section. I hear a nasty snap and scream, one of my ribs digging in farther than it's supposed to. I slip off into the trees outside the Moon section and clutch at it, screaming in pain. I push myself up out of anger and the fracture spreads, although I'm too angry and upset to even pay attention. Once I stand, my heart clenches and my mind goes in a flurry of thoughts, painful thoughts.
"Face it, you love Zero," a voice inside taunts.
"No, I don't!" I argue.
"Don't lie to me," the voice taunts. "You care."
"Yoko," I hear Miki call, "don't listen to the voice! It's just Rakia!"
"Rakia…" I snarl.
I hear laughter. "Come on, Yoko, admit it."
"I DON'T LOVE HIM!"
"YES YOU DO! DON'T ARGUE WITH ME! I'M ALWAYS RIGHT, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS!"
The ground below me crumbles and I fall into the blackness, only to be caught by a cold hand. I look up to see Zero, his face different from before. If it was Rakia, could she have created a puppet of some sort?
"What are you doing?" I demand.
"I was headed to that stupid event," he informs.
"From where, may I ask?"
"My dorm, where else would I be?"
"The stables," I shrug.
"I haven't been in there a while, just so you know," he blinks.
He tries to pull me up, but the ground below him collapses and swallows both of us up, the land shutting itself up and trapping us below. This is one of the best Valentine's Days yet. We fall hard and we see a light. Zero tries to pull away from it, but I yank him through. We find ourselves in Miki's room, her expression worried. I raise a brow and Zero slaps his forehead with his palm, shaking his head like he's gone crazy.
"Where the F*CK are we?" he demands.
"Zero, calm down," I snap. "She's good."
"WHERE THE F*CK ARE WE?" he screams at me.
"Don't pull that attitude with me!" I snap back. "She's just until we apparently regain-"
I hear the bell in the bell tower fall through a wooden floor. I race to the window along with Miki and we witness the bell falling through each floor and cracking at the bottom, writhing into a furious ball by some angry force. The sky melts into a nasty crimson and the trees melt like the same substance as my first encounter with Ichiru in that disturbing dream. The grass turns into a lake of acid and the building walls begin to crumble. Miki grips her skirts and look up at me, still worried. That expression bothers me.
"It's Rakia," she quivers. "She wants something and badly!"
"Rakia's causing all this?" I gasp. Imagine what Death could do if she's doing this!
"Yes! She wants something bad! I've seen this before and it's not pretty when she doesn't get what she wants!"
The door blows open and Zero is slammed into my side. I wince as the rib is pushed further and Rakia appears, her once albino face now red with fury.
"NO, NO, NO!" she stomps her feet, clenches her fists like a bratty child, and shuts her eyes. "YOU'RE MYFRIEND! MINE, MINE, MINE, NOT HER'S, MINE!"
The floor shakes and Zero is thrown into a wall. My feet are magically strapped to the floor and Miki is knocked onto her as*. Rakia stomps towards me and something shoots her in the shoulder. She snarls and turns to Zero, her face furious. She rips off her arm with the bullet, throws it away, and a new one generates. He sets his eyes into a glare and he shoots her head. She rips off her head and a new one generates, making me gulp.
"SHE'S MY FRIEND! HOW COULD SHE STILL LOVE YOU WHEN YOU WERE A BIG MEANY TO HER?"
"He wasn't the one being mean (A and B) I DON'T LOVE HIM!" I scream. "WE'RE FRIENDS!"
She screams and pushes me out of the wall, making me clutch the edge. "NO, NO, NO! I'M ALWAYS RIGHT! YOU'RE ALWAYS WRONG IN AN ARGUMENT AGAINST ME! I'M RIGHT! I'M RIGHT!"
"What a brat," I roll my eyes. "Listen B*TCH, I'm right, you're wrong, deal with it!"
"NO, NO, NO!" she shrieks, making the edge crumble.
I jump onto the surface and clutch my pounding head. My lungs felt like they were being crushed, and my air was fleeing by the minute. I fought my unconsciousness and started to see an unconscious Zero next to me. We were in some weird underground room and I could hear our hearts pound madly. It was the heart attack pace. I struggle to grab my nervous breakdown pill, the last one…I fall in the black once more to see I was clinging for dear life on a cliff edge. Miki is dangling over a rock above a lava pit and Zero is fighting Rakia. I spy the door with the gray skull doorknob and widen my eyes. This is her room? She has an original style alright. I shake my head and my consciousness regenerates. I see the pill is nearly touching the ground, so I whip my hand up and drop the pill in Zero's open mouth. My paper cut stings worse now, and now my vision switches to my heart. The paper cut widens into a gapping hole. Blood trickles out of my heart, and then my heart ceases. I can't regain consciousness in any world, because the paper cut took over. All is black, and I'm a phantom in my own empty shell.
Zero's POV:I choke and hit my stomach hard, regaining consciousness and looking around to see we're in one of the underground rooms of the academy. I huff in relief and smile. At least we escaped. I turn to Yoko and see something weird; blood is flowing out of her mouth. I sit up and shake her shoulder; it's as cold as He**. I laugh and smile.
"Very funny, Yoko, now get up," I laugh. She doesn't. I frown and shake her shoulder. "Yoko, wake up. Yoko this isn't funny! YOKO!"
She refuses to awaken. I feel something wet roll down my cheek and I burst into tears. Why was I laughing at first? She can't be…I feel her pulse and sob my heart out; there is none.
My POV:I'm cold. I can't wake up. I hear sobbing, but it's faint. Death appears, and instead of eyes, there are dark, gapping holes with frost along the edges. That's Death for you.
"I see Rakia is at it," he bites his lip.
I look around, but I can't find the source of the sobbing. It's faint, and the fainter it gets, the more I want to wake up. Maybe then I'll see who is crying. I look up at Death and stand up straight, bowing.
"What does she want, exactly?" I wonder.
"She wants a friend, but no matter what, nobody seems to please her more than you," he shrugs. "I guess you're a Matura?" I nod. "That'll explain it."
"How does it, sir?" I cock my head to the side.
"You're the second most powerful family of purebloods," he informs. "Next to the Kuran's, you're the most respected."
I cross my arms. "I'm just the Amen," I snarl.
"You're more powerful than a pureblood, trust me," he smiles. "Now, I'm going to let you live since I have no interest in letting you're old man suffer."
I gasp. "You know him?"
He nods. "He's a good friend of mine I met when my wife came along."
I think about it. My dad had one sister, but I never met her… "Is she his sister?"
He nods. "That's probably why Rakia thought you two would get along. Now, you're father is now a cellist, to give you a little hint. Bye now."
I fall through that light and appear back in Rakia's room. "NO! NO! NO!" she roars.
"Hey!" I scream. "CUT IT OUT RAKIA!"
She glares at me and snarls. "NO! NO! NO!"
"YOU ASKED FOR IT!" I snarl.
I jump up and take a huff of air. I scream at the top of my lungs that I know, and it steadily grows louder, the vibration waves turning into waves of punch packing light. Rakia's head blows into ash and her body blows away in red glittering fragments. Miki struggles to get up, so I cease my screaming and the rock lifts at my will. I'm not surprised and help her up, there for dissolving in a black cloud. I feel something pushing my chest and kissing my lips; CPR. I choke and sputter when I wake up, blood clots forcing their way out. The first thing I see is the heart, the paper cut screaming as it shuts up. I shake my head and wake up to the sight of a crying Zero.
"YOKO!" he screams, tackling me and squeezing my shoulders tight. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"
I pat the back of his head and chuckle to myself. That weird feeling was back, and I guess it was towards him. My throat starts to burn and I dig in my pocket for the blood tablets. I see I ran out and I swear there was about a container full…Death. Zero notices what I'm looking for and sighs. I raise a brow of confusion when he clears some hair away from his neck.
"Here," he says, "I can tell you need some."
I blink. "Zero…" I blush and lean in, my fangs bared. I dig them deep in and jump back, my fangs escaping, after the first suck; it tastes like peppermint. He stares at me and raises a brow.
"Something wrong?" he asks.
I burst into tears and hug his neck. "Zero, I was so scared! I thought you were going to die!"
I break down into sobs and he pats my back. As the tears overflow, I hear him pick something up. I hear the opening of a lid and sniffle, looking up to see he was looking in the box. I blush as he turns to me, smiling.
"I thought you weren't," he admits.
I raise a brow. "W-what do you mean Zero?"
He smiles and sets down the box. "I never thought you were going to give me anything, even as a friend, as specifically described on your little note."
I laugh and he ruffles my hair. I don't know myself if this is sane or not, but this is the best Valentine's Day ever!
A.N.: I'm thinking two more chapters and I'm done with this. Don't you think I should at least make them a couple or whatever? Please comment and tell me what I should do!
-linkinparkfan9799
