[Collision]
Lovers.
"Tomorrow and any day I ask, you will accompany Yuuki to and from class; as my lover , this is her right."
Kaname's words were like a knife in his heart. Hanabusa cringed with every step he took, catching Cross Yuuki's scent with every breath. Catching the scent of Kaname in her hair and on her skin.
Lovers.
Once upon a time, when he'd been young and foolish, Hanabusa made the mistake of telling Kaname--and an entire ballroom full of eavesdropping kin--that he loved him. At that age, he hadn't known what to make--entirely--of his affections, but he knew he loved Kuran Kaname.
It was shameful, how he couldn't let it go. But Kaname-sama was both a fixation and a very real obsession.
Perhaps that is why Ruka and himself got along as they did. It was an understanding of a mutual consumption. An infection. A plague.
Lovers.
What was worse, he wondered. Losing the spot that might have been his--hell, even Ruka's--to the twig of a mortal or ...
Hating Kaname for stealing the next-best-thing right out from under him?
Oh, Cross Yuuki might never have been his, surely, but she was far from out of his reach. She was very much within his reach, actually. Her slim fragile neck and her lips, parting always in a gasp. Her eyes a shade or two lighter than Kaname's and more innocent; breakable.
Her hair, even, was like Kaname's. Wasn't it strange, how good a substitute she made for his ...desires?
Alas, obsession mixing with fixation; one, right after the other. If he could not be with Kaname and he could not be with the chit that looked so much like him in her diminished, human way...
It was a collision of worlds and Hanabusa was left very much...uncomfortable and bereft by the premature sense of loss.
