Hey, long time no see huh... (Dodges old beat up shoes being thrown at me)
okay, okay, okay. I know I havn't been around lately (sheepish grin) but I've got a new chapter YAY!
Disclaimer:
PIRATE: "Aragh!" pokes at a treasure chest
ME: "It is in there?"
PIRATE: "T'is matey, T'is."
ME: breaks the treasure chest open, snatches up rights to VK
PIRATE: snatches it off me, "Tis shall be mine!" races off
ME: "HEY!" watches as he runs away and sulks
Okay, so the lesson here boys and girls is to never, ever, trust a pirate
that is all...
STORY TIME YAY! xxx
The Cross Academy cafeteria was bustling with lively bodies; the big the small, the short and the tall. It was so cramped that it was a miracle that the whole room didn't explode! All the students were excited for the break in their lessons; their voices buzzed, vibrating off the plaster walls as people were running in every direction, pushing and shoving, laughing and joking.
Yuki was bamboozled by the craziness of the zoo before her as she breezed through the cafeteria's swinging doors. For as long as she could remember, being at the Academy had been just like this; lovably wild.
She stayed away from the heard of students in the middle of the cafeteria, in fear of being trampled on.
While she scanned, like she did every day, for her loyal friend, Yori, she accidently overheard two students talking anxiously in hushed voices –as hushed as they could be to be heard in the deafening cafeteria.
"I'm sooo exhausted," the first girl with short black haired sighed, exasperated. She rested her palm against her forehead and fluttered her eyes closed like she was about to collapse.
"Same," the second girl with a long blonde ponytail agreed with her friend in the exact same whiney voice. "It's these stupid exams. I stay up all night studying and studying and studying then when I wake up in the mornings and I can't remember anything! So then I stay up the next night but the same thing just happens again!"
"I know!" the black haired girl sympathised with her friend and leaned on her shoulder, "I do the exact same thing! And it's horrible, isn't it? But class rep is basically at my throat because I failed the last one we did and she doesn't want to have the losing class this year!"
Yuki watched on intrigued as the two friends trudged away over to the food line with their arms hooked together. She was interested in their conversation. She hadn't heard of any exams coming up ... or perhaps she just hadn't been paying enough attention in class –and that wouldn't be such a stretch.
And the losing class? What did she mean by that?
But there would be someone who could clear everything up for her; someone who always listens and always pays attention. Yori of course!
Like always, she found the fair haired girl standing at the front of the lunch queue holding her tray against her stomach.
Yuki began to move towards her friend by twisting, ducking and dodging through the black sea of students until she emerged on the other side and tripped on her feet.
"Hey, Yori!" she straightened herself up and waved with a friendly smile on her face.
Recognition lightened up Yori's eyes and she waved back, "Oh, hi Yuki!"
The slender brunette reached across Yori and snatched up a tray from a neighbouring table, then got in the line besides her. "Why is everyone talking about these exams like its life or death?"
Yori began talking animatedly about the exams that Yuki had no clue about and she just stood there with a dumbfounded expression on her face.
"You know what happened last year," Yori rolled her eyes knowingly, but Yuki didn't get it. It just went over her head, "I've been studying a lot, cause you know, Headmaster Cross said that the class that gets the worse results has to set up the dance."
Huh?
Yuki's brow furrowed.
"The dance?" she questioned slowly as if 'dance' was a foreign word that she had never heard before, "What dance?"
Yori rolled her eyes at her confused friend and let out a light chuckle. Sometimes she truly wondered what went on in Yuki's mind during classes, because obviously it hadn't had anything to do with what their teacher was telling them.
"Oh, come on Yuki! You know what I'm talking about. The dance?" she noticed how the blank expression didn't leave her friend's pretty face, and sighed. It was like trying to budge a brick wall! "It's only the dance that everyone has been talking about for the last month!"
"Really?" Yuki questioned and arched one perfect brow, "I mustn't have been paying very much attention."
"Yeah," Yori's teasing tone immediately became sombre as she studied her friend, "You've seemed a little distracted lately..."
"Oh," the petite brunette placed a faux smile on her lips and scratched the back of her head, "Have I?" she chuckled lightly, "It's just been a little hectic at patrol and all that..."
Yori noticed how her friend's demeanour instantly changed as she tried to please her and she became suspicious. Though thinking it through Yori decided to let it go. If Yuki wanted to confine in her she would wait until she wanted to do it and not push her.
Both the girls carried their now full trays of food and stepped through the doors and out into the Academy grounds. The bright sun shone down on the two girls as they made their way through groups of students and across the lush green grass over towards their usual table that they sat at for lunch.
Being the good friend that she is, Yori gave a knowing nod, "Yeah. But we should get together and study for these exams coming up."
Yuki deadpanned.
God, studying.
My arch-nemesis.
It appears we shall meet again.
"Sorry Yori." Yuki apologised, "But I study better on my own-" lie-cough-lie, "you know, silence and all that jazz..."
Yori glanced over at the stuttering brunette as she was trying to get out of the idea. A smirked tugged at the corner of her lips, "You mean that you'd prefer to pretend study on your own than pretend to study with me, right?"
"Right." Yuki snickered, shaking her head, "You know me too well."
Both the close friends laughed together, leaning against each other while still trying to balance their trays of food.
They skipped past a small shrub bush on their way to their table, when suddenly a figure jumped out before them, halting them right in their path.
Yuki jumped backwards with a high pitched shriek bubbling out of her throat and she took her friend with her, accidently knocking her water bottle off of her tray.
Though as Yuki's eyes focussed on the figure that startled them so, she straightened up realising that she knew this person.
Yori had realised this as well.
"Class Rep!" she yelled, "What are you doing?"
The nervous, awkward Class Rep, slid his oversized, geeky glasses off and wiped them on the end of his shirt before he then tucked his shirt back in and then pushed them up the bridge of his nose. A determined looked swept across his boyish face as he stood in front of two fuming girls. Not a very smart move ... he remained oblivious.
"You almost scared me half to death!" Yuki had gotten over her initial shock and was now glaring at the boy.
"Yuki Cross!" he turned on her and narrowed his beady eyes from behind his frames, "I refuse to set up the dance three years in a row! So if you do not wish to feel my wrath!" his eyes bugged out wide and steam erupts from his ears. Though she couldn't help the snicker that escaped her lips at his threat. He was the least threatening person she had ever met! "You will study and ace these exams!"
Yuki had been yelled at by the Class Rep before; many, many times before. She believed that it was his favourite thing to do. But she had never seen him so desperate ... except of course when he was giving Ruka his Valentine's Day gift which she interrupted... Aha! A knowing smirk played on the corners of her lips as her eyes lit up with amusement.
"I need the chance to dance with my one and only love Ruki!" he continued babbling, completely unaware that the girls had stopped listening to him and simply didn't care. "And make her realise that we are meant to be together forever! And once she sees my dance moves that I've been practising, there will be no way that she could resist me anymore!" He then gave Yuki, which she believed was supposed to be, a stern look, "So don't screw up!" he then finally noticed her mischievous expression and caught on, "What are you smirking at Yuki Cross?"
The smirking brunette hooked an arm through Yori's and balanced her tray with the other and turned them both around, "I wonder how long it'll take me to understand everything we have done this past term?" she teased loudly, knowing that Class Rep was in hearing distance. Both the friend's glanced over their shoulders to see his round face turn bright red and they bursted with laughter.
Yori shook her head, chuckling, "I don't know," she sung, "the dance is only next week..."
"You better take this seriously YUKI CROSS!" he cried out behind them.
Yuki leaned against Yori for support as her stomach started cramping from her amusement.
"HEY!" Class Rep's voice boomed out and even scared a few pigeons from a tree and made them fly away in a flutter, "Are you listening to me? I demand you to turn around!"
The cackling slender girl waved behind her, "I know, I know!" She called, "Study, exams, ace! How hard could it be?"
Class Rep fumed on the spot. His fists tightened and he shook in his boyish body, "YUUKKKIIIII CROSSSSS!"
Yori wiped the tears that had spilled out of her eyes from her amusement and stretched her jaw, trying to loosen the tightness from laughing so much. While Yuki just hang limply from her friend trying desperately not to fall over while she rolled about in hysterics.
"He must- laugh- seriously –laugh- be considering killing –laugh- me!" Yuki cackled.
Yori doubled over laughing, "I think –gasp- so!"
The loyal friend then wandered over towards their usual spot. But through the haze of her delight, Yuki spotted a flash of silver hair in the corner of her eye. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed her sexy friend bent over a table out of the hustle and bustle of the Academy grounds at lunch.
She took particular notice to how he was separate from everybody else, as if there was a barrier between him and the rest of the student body.
I wonder what it's like...
He must be lonely.
Yuki stopped walking forwards and Yori notices, glances over her shoulder and tugged on her friend's arm, "Yuki? What are you doing?"
Yuki smiled warmly at her friend and pulled her along in the opposite direction with her, "Come on, Yori! Let's sit over here."
They crossed the stretch of grounds as they walked over towards Zero, who was hunched over the table; a sandwich in one hand and had his head in a text book.
Yuki plopped down onto the seat and slid across from Zero, setting her tray down on the table.
"Well good afternoon, Zero!" she beamed at her handsome friend, going back to the innocent young friend she hadn't been for the past few days.
Zero lifted his head slightly from his book and long silver strands fell into his eyes. He grimaced once he recognised Yuki's voice and smiling face. But she didn't let his attitude faze her in the slightest and motioned for Yori to sit down besides her –who does exactly that but keeps a watchful eye on Zero.
Finally, we're getting back to normal.
"That's no way to greet your bestest friend, Zero." She scolded him playfully.
"Forgive me," he said in a monotone voice –yet it was still completely silky and delicious- "but I've had a little too much Yuki to handle lately. I need a detox. So could you ... you know, piss off?"
Now a comment like this would usually hurt a normal person if their friend had said that to them, but this was just how her relationship with Zero usually worked ... or how it had, before the vampire revelation. So Yuki just grinned and took a bite out of her cheese and tomato sandwich, "Same old Zero. For a minute there I was afraid that we had lost him."
"Never fear, old Zero is here."
Yori watched her friend interact so easily with the brooding Zero and was surprised at how easily they lightly bickered and yet she knew that their connection ran so deep ... she was almost jealous. And yet she stifled a chuckle that escaped her lips at the sexy man's monotone voice.
Zero snapped his head up in the direction of the snicker and stared blankly at Yori, his lavender eyes bored into hers. Then, seeming uninterested, he turned his attention back down towards his textbook.
Yuki noticed Yori's fluster and scowled back at Zero.
"Don't give her that attitude. She's only laughing at your lame joke to make you feel better. You should feel honoured."
The handsome silver haired man shot Yuki a look and she caught her breath; yet only for a moment. The way that his amethyst eyes pierced into her wide ruby ones reminded her of the precarious situations they had been in the past few days and how close they had gotten and how she ... she reacted to how close he was to her. The strange tingling sensation started to grow in her stomach and she fidgeted in her seat, rubbing her slender, milky white thighs together. New feelings were surging through her body and she didn't know what they were or how to deal with them. It was all so very confusing!
"What are you doing here anyway?"
Zero's question brought Yuki out of her revere and she snapped her head back in his direction.
"I saw you were all alone," she explained, "so we came over to give you some company."
"Yes," he rolled his narrowed eyes, "Cause that's just what I need."
Yuki rivalled his irritated expression with an impressive one of her own, "Well you do because all this lonerism isn't good for you."
"Lonerism isn't even a word-" he pointed out.
Smartass. Yuki thought.
"-you do realise that don't you?"
"It doesn't matter," she retorted, "It's not healthy."
The frustrated man let out a heavy sigh.
Why is she even here?
Isn't it bad enough that she plagues my dreams?
"If you are going to sit here you really need to shut up."
"Can do." Yuki saluted him and then zipped her plump lips and threw the imaginary key over her shoulder.
"Really?" he raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"Yep."
Zero rolled his eyes at her little control.
She then realised this and exclaimed, "Damn!"
Yori cover her mouth to muffle the chuckle that was threatening to break through.
Yuki then smacked her forehead on the wooden table, "Not you too!" she groaned into the wood, "Okay." She pushed herself up and the brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face, "Starting now!"
The three friends sat in silence for a few moments. The only sound around them was that of the other students in the distance and the leaves that whistled in the soft wind.
That was, until, Yori snickered and asked her brunette friend, "Do you want some of my muffin?"
Yuki's ruby eyes lightened up. Muffin! "Oh, yes. Please!"
Yori, hoping that this would be her reaction, cracked up laughing.
Yuki glanced around, trying to figure out why Yori was laughing. Then it hit her like a semi trailer.
I spoke again!
"Oh, damn!" she groaned and face palms.
"I'm trying to study." He emphasised, as if the two girls had forgotten his presence.
Yuki turned towards the irritated sexy man and groaned, "Oh, don't say that word around me please."
"You sound like you have a stomach ache? Is it that time of the month? That'd explain the mood swings."
"No it's not!" she cried and hurled an apple off her tray at him, which his swiftly dodged, "and just thinking about studying gives me a stomach ache."
"Is that why you never do it?"
Childishly, Yuki pulled a face at Zero.
"Is that why you never do it?" That comment hit home ... it really did. Yuki never got the hang of studying, and that made her feel so very incredibly ... stupid.
"I just..." her voice was much softer this time, so much more fragile, "I never get anything that we do in class. I just..."
Yuki's desolate tone floated around the table and settled heavily; causing Zero to snap his head up at bore his eyes into hers. All joking aside, he hated how down on herself she got; believing that she wasn't good enough or smart enough or pretty enough –and freakin hell how that was not true. She was the sexiest most deliciously desirable girl he had ever come across and the scared him so. The way she made his body react was almost embarrassing! Sure, she may not be the smartest student at the Academy or even try very hard, but she has this spirit about her which makes it impossible to not like her. Her positive attitude to everything she did and her determination was always on her sleeve and her naive, happy-go-lucky attitude shone with her friendly smiles which you didn't have to be the smartest or the fastest or the sexiest person to see. She may not be the smartest, but she was the kindest, most caring and beautiful girl in the entire world. And in the end, isn't that more important?
She is the complete opposite of me,
And she always will be.
Later that evening, a frustrated and irritated Yuki was letting her problems become known to everybody who was in the vicinity of Headmaster Cross's kitchen. Yuki had changed out of her school uniform and into her comfortable red singlet and grey cotton short pyjamas. She sat hunched over the wooden dining table with books upon books sprawled out in front of her. Her head was stuck in an open textbook and her eyes were furiously scanning each page before she quickly flipped it over and started again. All the while she daintily sucked on the end of her pencil, which was covered in little teeth mark dents. It was almost comical to how she was completely oblivious she was to her surroundings!
Newton's three laws of motion...
Okay, I can do this...
While letting her fragile eyelids flutter close, she encouraged herself on.
Okay the first law is ... an object will remain as is unless acted upon by an outside or unbalanced force.
Yuki sneakily peaked out of one ruby eye at the answers in her text book.
"Yes!" she exclaimed and pumped her fist into the air. Finally! She had gotten something right.
But her joy was only short lived.
"The second one," she muttered as she hit her head on the open book in front of her, "The second one ... What's the second one!"
God!
I bet Yori didn't have this kind of problem.
Due to her sudden outburst, it was obvious that the frazzled brunette was oblivious to the fact that her sexy silver haired friend was sitting on the lounge in the connected living trying to do his own study. Which was strange because ever since she had found out that he was a vampire, she was always hyperaware of whenever he was around; somehow –and she didn't know why- her eyes would always search every room looking for him, without her even knowing!
So again, it was strange to how she had completely blocked him out.
But he couldn't block her out.
Not even if his life depended on it.
It was a curse.
Zero Kiryu snapped his head up in the direction of Yuki's wailing voice. She had been like this all afternoon; murmuring to herself, reciting things out loud, groaning, hitting her books, hitting her own head.
Someone really needs to teach this girl how to study.
The silver haired man really tried to focus on his own work but he couldn't block out Yuki's constant mutterings and groans of frustration.
He pushed the book from his lap and onto the lounge then leant back and closed his eyes. If he was going to get any work done he was going to have to help her or solve her problems so that she will shut up.
With a heavy sigh, he slowly pushed himself out of the soft cushions of the lounge –knocking his pens off his lap in the process- and strolled over towards the frazzled brunette at the kitchen table with his hands in his jean pockets.
"You know," he said and eyed the untouched mug of steaming coffee that Yuki had sitting next to her pencil case, "coffee helping you study is only a myth. It doesn't really work. And in your case it'll just stop you from sleeping, you know how you get with caffeine; crazy and all that." Zero chuckled in the inside when he remembered the last time she had coffee ... let's just say that he was deaf for a week. "You really shouldn't drink it."
"Shut up, Zero." Yuki murmured without even a glance up at him, "I'm studying."
"Uh huh?" he walked around and then leant over her shoulder, "and how is that working out for you?"
"Perfectly fine," she answered stubbornly, still refusing to look at him.
Zero smirked at her pigheaded determination, "Really?" he folded his arm across his chest, "I find that very difficult to believe."
The irritated brunette sighed and sat back in her chair, glancing up at her friend, "Don't you have something else to do other than stand there and mock me?"
Zero tapped a finger against his bottom lip and pretended to contemplate that, then he shook his head, "No, not really."
He watched as Yuki groaned in defeat while she hunched over again and held her heavy head in her hands.
He then glanced over her shoulder and read the maths question that he guessed she was having trouble with. Under the question were lines and lines of scribbled out writing and dented paper which had been stabbed in frustration.
2/3 + 2a/6 = 8
Zero read through the question only once and then he glanced back down at his petite friend. His expression softened at how hard he realised this must be for her and if nobody would take the time out to help her, she would never learn. And then she would be unhappy.
And his heart broke when he saw her unhappy.
There was nothing that Zero wouldn't do to make Yuki laugh or see that twinkle in her eyes that made his heart skip a beat.
And if helping her study made that happen, so be it! (AuthorsNote: Zero sounds like a superhero in that line haha 'swoooon')
Carefully, Zero slipped the pencil out of Yuki's small hand and crouched down besides the table. His lavender gaze kept flickering between his sulking friend and the textbook.
"If you times the 3 denominator by 2, you'll get 6 which is the same denominator as the other fraction." Zero then did what he just said and then changed the question to 4/6 + 2a/6 =8.
"See? Now you have the same denominator for both fractions and you can cross them out like this," He then crossed both the 6's out with a straight line, "and now you can solve it like a normal equation."
Yuki seemed to peek out from her little shell against the table and began watching Zero with wide, fascinated eyes.
"Now 4+2a=8. So you minus the 4 over to the other side to get 4." Does this with the pencil on the paper, "then to get the a on its own, you divide the 4 by 2. Then the answer is a=2."
Pleased with his work, Zero then dropped the pencil back onto the table and spun around to walk back over towards the lounge.
Hopefully she gets it now...
...then I can get some work done.
But what Zero turned too quickly to notice, was how Yuki's eyes bugged out wide and how her jaw had dropped to hit the table. He had done it so easily! She had only been trying to figure it out for the past half hour! She ... she was flabbergasted!
Slowly and stiffly she removed her gaze from the textbook to Zero's retreating tall figure. Through his t-shirt she could see the definition of the coil of muscles in his back.
"H-how...?" she only managed to stutter out. Her throat was dry, so Yuki swallowed a few times and tried again, "Zero."
The silver haired man heard his name being called in a voice as light as a feather and he spun around, "Yeah?"
"H-how...?" Yuki shook her head and then smiled to herself.
Of course Zero could do it.
He can do anything.
"Can you..." she glanced up and captures his gaze, locking them together. Amethyst and ruby stones, "Can you ... would you mind showing me that again?"
Zero's amethyst eyes bore into Yuki's. He was taken aback by her request. Not that he didn't want to ... but more so that he didn't think she would ask him.
Then he heard her breath catch.
It was the same shallow gasp that he had the pleasure to hear whenever he accidently brushed up against her. The same breathy tone ... the same instant fantasies ran through his head. The sinful sound shot straight to his core and shook him.
Quickly, he shook his head to clear his thoughts. He wondered what Yuki would think if she could read them. He was mortified! Would she be disgusted ... or thrilled?
Carefully getting control over his fleeting emotions, Zero walked back over towards her. He leaned back over her shoulder and scanned the rest of the questions that she was doing.
"Wait a second." He pressed quickly and jogged back over towards the lounge to snatch up his reading glasses. He quickly slipped on the thin frames and walked back over towards his brunette friend, pulling a chair next to her and sitting down.
Yuki's jaw dropped.
I mean, it literally dropped. Like it 'hit the table' kind of dropped!
Like the kind of dropped that happens to guys when they see a sexy women strutting her stuff in a bikini three sizes too small for her with her breasts practically falling out.
That kind of dropped.
"Glasses?" Yuki breathed, unable to find her voice, "Since ... since when have you worn glasses? I've never seen you wear glasses before? Has anybody else seen you wear glasses before!" she then stuttered wordlessly, "... I can't ... believe it ... ... Glasses!"
The silver haired man automatically ducked his head from her view, instantly self-conscious. "They're for reading. I've had them for a while," he explained in a low voice, really wanting to just get off the subject, "but I don't like wearing them in class."
"Why not?" Yuki's shrill voice was still high pitched from the shock. Glasses?
Zero just shrugged his shoulders and angled away from her gaze.
Great, just fuckin perfect.
Now she thinks I'm a total nerd, a geek. Ugh!
He rubbed his hand over his face and sighed heavily. Then, trying to move on, he pulled her textbook towards himself and began intently reading the algebra problems she was working through.
"Is this where you were up to?" he asked, pointing to the questions on page 213 without glancing up at her.
"Huh?" the flabbergasted brunette replied quickly. She was still too busy being stunned silent by the shock of this new revelation. Yuki swiftly shook her head from side to side, causing wayward strands of silky hair fall in her eyes. Brushing them out of her face, she glanced up at her handsome friend who was peering down at her through a pair of thin black frames.
"W-what?..." she stuttered. Her wide ruby eyes fixed on his face, "What were you saying?"
"The questions?" he repeated patiently, unaware that Yuki was unabashedly gawking at him, "These ones?"
"Yeah, yeah." She waved away, not quite hearing the question. Her voice was light and breezy as if at any moment she could simply drift out of the open window. She was only half aware of what she was saying.
Glasses.
Oh my God.
Glasses.
Holy shit!
While all of these frazzled thoughts swept through Yuki's head, our favourite silver haired vampire was completely oblivious to that fact and began walking her through the first few questions on the page, not realising that she wasn't all there.
Though, back in the craziness of Yuki's mind, everything seemed in a daze, like time was moving slower or something completely warped like that. She only had one coherent thought that kept on repeating itself over and over and over again, like a mantra.
God, he looks fuckin sexy in glasses.
For hours Zero had been helping Yuki with her work. There had been arguments and fights, tears and tantrums, but in the end he had managed to finally get through to her.
Zero let out an exhausted sigh, pulled off his glasses and massaged his temples with his long fingers. The dull orange glow from the light above the table was the only in the room and was making him drowsy. Books, sheets, pens and paper were all strewn out across the wooden table in a complete and utter mess. He could tell were his work started and Yuki's ended. Nevertheless, it was a very constructive study session.
Through hazy eyes, he peered across at little red digital clock that was on the microwave. 23:44.
He leaned back in his chair and stretched his long, muscular arms above his head, cracking the stiff bones.
A light, soft snore caught his attention.
His droopy eyes fell upon his petite friend's sleeping position. She was slouched, lying over the table resting her head on her hands and had her face slightly turned towards Zero. A few strands of brown hair fell in her face and danced a little with every small breath that escaped her slightly parted lips. Her small body moved up and down with every even breath.
Unconsciously, Zero leaned down closer towards her and rested his head in his hands. Gazing down at her from this close angle, he noticed how her cheeks had a slight pink hue to them and how her long, black eyelashes brushed against her cheeks with the softness of a feather. But what captured Zero attention the most, was how her plump pink lips parted slightly, welcoming him ... beaconing him in.
Zero leaned in a little closer until he was only an inch away from her. His own thin lips parted by instinct, breathing her own breaths in. The delicious, tantalising scent that was Yuki swirled all around him, intoxicating him. He sucked in a deep breath and her scent, so close, whistled down his throat like a vortex. The taste of her on his tongue, something so sinful and desirable, caused his eyes to roll back into his head.
Then suddenly a slight movement startled Yuki and she started to shift awake.
Zero immediately snatched himself away and rigidly stood up, causing his chair to screech against the floor in protest.
"Z-zero?" Yuki sighed, peeking up at him through thick, drowsy eyes, "W-what...?" she rubbed her face with scrunched up fists half the size of his own and pushed her hair away from her face, creating a mess of it.
The silver haired man smirked on the inside at her childish tendencies and moved towards her.
"Come on," he said and opened his arms to lift her up. He bent down and in one swift movement he had the sleepy girl in his arms as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. He had to continually remind himself that 'yes, even though I am grasping Yuki's slender, smooth, milky white thigh, doesn't mean that I can ravish her right here and now.' And the fact that her red singlet strap slipped off her shoulder, revealing more and more of her silky, porcelain white cleavage, making him want to bury his head in there and worship until his heart's content did nothing to assist his deteriorating efforts. His neck strained tightly to stop himself.
Yuki didn't complain like he thought that she would've –and mind you, she was probably so out of it that she had no clue what was going on- instead she curled up against his muscular chest, clutching his t-shirt in a little fist, and burying her face into his chest. She was safe there.
Zero carried her gently into the Headmaster's guest bedroom and laid her down on the double bed, pulling the blankets back and then covering her in them to keep her warm. Stepping back, Zero watched as she snuggled into the blankets and sighed in her sleep with a content smile on her plump lips.
Without even contemplating the ramifications, Zero leaned down towards Yuki and placed a gentle, sweet kiss on her forehead.
"Goodnight, Yuki." He whispered in the dark room and then turned to leave.
He was almost out of the door when a small, sweet voice whispered so faintly he wasn't even sure if he heard it. His hand froze on the doorhandle.
"Goodnight ... Zero."
Silence.
His eyes bugged out wide and his jaw dropped, hitting the floor.
She was awake...
...
...
...
Holy FUCKKK!
Haha, yes holy fuck indeed Zero.
Want to find out Yuki's reaction?
You know what to do ;)