Silver Night
By: A Really Big Idiot
Present
As Silver played Sarabande in D Minor by Bach on his violin, Kaname closed his eyes and relaxed his body on Silver's white divan by the window. His dark head was on his lover's lap, and Silver played the beloved song lightly.
Numerous thoughts lightly skipped through Kamane's mind. There were still a lot of things that needed to be done and Kaname still had many problems to solve. So many numerous and completely unneeded problems he had, but at least he had finalized one major resolution to his currently chaotic life and various relationships.
The resolution did not really sit well with him, but he had to do it.
If he were to get his wife back, he must allow Yuki to met Silver.
He had to do it. There was no other way around it. This was a risk he had to take.
Risk was something that a vampire king like him would have to do from time to time. Therefore, taking risk was something he forced himself to become a true expert at. Even if what he was risking had a terrible price if he lost this high stake bet - such as triggering the return of the wronged Kiryu - Kaname would have to risk it if he wanted Yuki.
And Kaname required Yuki.
But Kaname also deeply desired to keep Silver.
As a result, if he wanted both of them – Silver for now and Yuki for later - he needed to gamble.
It was a very good thing indeed that King Kaname Kuran excelled at risky gambles.
But even if he was risking much and had a slight possibility that he could lose, Kaname did not want to lose the creature that was now beside him playing him a comforting and profound harmony. The mere possibility of him losing this precious person made Kaname highly agitated and uncomfortable.
"I will always be beside you."
Kaname intended that Silver, even if Kiryu ever did return, would keep that promise.
No one else could have him.
Silver Night would always be Kaname's.
At that significant mental decision, Kaname's dark eyes snapped opened, and he smoothly raised himself from his comfortable reclining position. He studied the person before him carefully.
He had a suddenly desire to claim his precious person.
Their eyes met. Serene amethyst-gray irises converge against intense dark-brown orbs.
Immediately, Silver stopped what he was doing. He stared at his master curiously. He placed his musical instrument to the side, and as soon as he did that - Master Kaname cupped his face gently. However, there was a dark possessiveness in his dark-brown eyes that Silver had become intimately familiar with. He understood the meaning behind this sudden darkly avid gaze. He had seen it a thousand times before on numerous different faces. He knew it was best to say absolutely nothing and stay completely still.
Kaname's smooth fingers trailed across Silver's red lips. I may lose this person if I go through with this. Kaname silently thought to himself. Silver purple-gray eyes slightly closed at his light caresses. Kaname could see his lover carefully examine him underneath sleepy silver eyelashes. He was waiting for Kaname to reveal what he wanted from him. He was waiting to learn the desire he needed to fulfill.
Silver had always asked one question in a variety of different forms whenever Kaname was near him. The question was spoken so many times that it no longer needed to be verbally said.
Underneath, heavy silver eyelashes, Silver glanced at Kaname. What do you desire my master? He wordlessly asked.
Kaname's eyes, unknowingly to him, flashed a possessive crimson hue. I wish to have you. He wordlessly answered.
Silver drew closer to him. His acquiescent movements flowed like a quiet river. As you wish, my master. He wordlessly obeyed.
Kaname drew Silver's chin up and kissed him. This would not be a light or chaste kiss. This kiss was one of concentrated control, extreme desire, and passionate possession. Silver beautifully yielded his lips to Kaname's possessive touch. Silver closed his eyes entirely, and then he further opened his mouth invitingly. His ruby tongue dared to challenge Kaname's claiming own. His snow-white fingers found themselves into Kaname's button dress shirt, and his nails light clawed against the blue fabric.
Kaname deepened this kiss. He leaned forward and forced Silver to fall backwards onto his white divan. Brusquely, Kaname was on top of him. Caging him. Confining him. Trapping him. Kaname wouldn't allow this person to get away.
Silver lightly gasped as Kaname started to pull open his white yukate. Kaname felt smooth and gradually warming snow-white skin underneath the palm of his searching hand. Kaname's claiming intense kiss moved from Silver's red and now-swollen lips and down the quivering column of his throat. Silver let out a small pleasurable cry as Kaname thought, I do not want to lose this person.
Kaname's searching and caressing hands rapidly roamed over his snow-white lover's perfect torso. Kaname's tongue tasted the trembling flesh of his throat, and Silver exclaimed at the abrupt pleasure of it. He quickly arched himself into Kaname's clothed body cage. "Kaname..." Silver breathlessly whispered. Silver's fingers started to return Kaname's roaming. He threw his head back when he felt his master's fangs lightly nick his pale shoulder.
I cannot lose this person. Kaname's mind possessively contemplated.
Kaname felt Silver's long lean legs move up and change their angle around him. His smooth thighs wrapped around Kaname's hips and waist. Kaname was extremely pleased at the movement. Silver seemed to inherently understand Kaname's unspoken lustful intention. Thus, he was bettering his position for what Kaname desperately needed to do at this moment.
One of Silver's hands inched around his neck, and another gripped his master's shoulder. Silver pulled himself up, as his master's greedy hands snaked their way up his naked moonlight thighs. Their lips met a second time in a blistering kiss as Silver's white yukute fell off his shoulders and draped around his elbows and arms.
Kaname grabbed the back of Silver's head and felt long tendrils of silver flow through his fingers. The perfume of sandalwood and roses assaulted his nose with its intoxicating scent.
I will never lose this person. Kaname mentally promised to himself. Silver's velvet hands left fire in their wake as his lover popped opened each closed button of his dress shirt. He will always be mine. Kaname darkly vowed. His third kiss was a dark promise.
Always.
Knock. Knock.
Immediately, the two intimates stopped their licentious play. Silver was breathing hard and hot against Kaname's nude shoulder, while Kaname briefly wondered why his Butler was so apt at doing this sort of thing.
Behind the locked door, Butler Rio had the feeling, he was interrupting something he really didn't want to see, but he had to do it. This was important. "My King," Butler Rio began. "You're daughter had unexpectedly come to the King's Palace. She anxiously wants to see you."
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Preparation
Present
Kaname was flabbergasted.
How in the world was Juri able to see him? Kaname would have thought Yuki would have prevented it out of spite, but he was completely taken back by this new development.
His beloved daughter, her equally-confused-to-be-there personal servant Mika, and one of her best friends, Fuyumi Kain arrived to at the Kuran Palace Mutiplex. Juri had told Mika and Fuyumi to go to her private palace and without a second thought, Juri had made a beeline to Kaname's private palace.
Fortunately, Butler Rio had intercepted the anxious princess before she had strode into his palace unannounced. Darkness forbid, if Juri had unexpectedly bursted in on them when Silver, and he were having such an...interesting moment.
Kaname loved his daugther very much. But even he knew that she was a rather impulsive and rash creature. That sort of nature had its advantages and disadvantages to Kaname. Its advantages were the Juri was one of the few people in the world that took such great liberty with him. Such liberty he would never allow the majority of the time, and he had killed for lesser offenses, but with Juri, the liberty he gave her came because she did one thing that no one else did.
Juri was the one person in this world that trusted and believed in the inherent goodness of her father, Kaname. No one else truly believed in his inherent goodness and faithfully trusted that he had always had positive intentions. Such a feeling and act were extremely precious to Kaname. To be trusted in...to be believed in...such a thing was rare. People did not trust Kaname, and in a way it wasn't in their best interest to do so. The majority of his people feared, respected, honored, envied, and coveted him – but trust? No. Kaname did not base his rulership on something as fragile and breakable as 'trust'. Kaname's power was based on the firm foundation of immediate respect and tangible fear.
However, Juri's core nature did have its many major drawbacks. While she could faithfully trust in his supposed goodness, she would never be able to fully understand or accept his true nature.
Yuki understood him.
Juri could trust him.
Silver accepted him.
Such precious obsessions those three were to Kaname.
Father and daughter were in his private palace meeting room. "Juri." He said as he stared at his tendered-eye daughter. "How are you here?" He voice was tense. He didn't know what to think. The one who understood him had betrayed him, thus couldn't the one who trusted him do the same?
Juri looked at him for a brief moment.
Then she rushed forwarded to him and warped her lithe pale arms around him. She tightly squeezed.
There was an unexpected strength behind it. Juri was a pureblood after all.
Slightly breathless and still completely shocked, Kaname said, "Juri! What is the matter?"
Juri hugged him even tighter. She buried her small face into his chest. "It is okay, papa! I know you didn't do anything wrong!" She whispered against his chest. "Mother is completely out of line with this! So, don't be sad, okay!"
Don't be sad.
Kaname could merely look at his daughter.
Don't be sad.
Where did he hear that line before? And where did he see that familiar and firm trusting gaze of hers before?
Kaname was once again speechless. Juri had such a pure undying faith and belief in him. She looked at him with such a firm trust.
Kaname wouldn't defraud such trust again.
"Don't worry about me, Juri." Kaname gently patted his beloved daughter's long dark-brown hair as he returned her innocent embrace. "I won't be sad."
A Few Hours Later...
The Queen's Dark Hand, Yoshiro Yamamoto, watched at the dazed lawyer woman walked out of his dark lady's office. The lawyer woman looked ash-faced and listlessly. He bowed his covered head to her, but it seemed she didn't notice it.
Hmph. Silly woman. He thought to himself. Yoshiro could have killed her six different times in six different ways because she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings.
But he then turned his attention back to his lovely dark lady queen.
Despite the fact that his thick black glasses prevented anyone from seeing his eyes, Yoshiro's unknown irises studied his beloved Queen intensely.
Such a lovely woman. Yoshiro thought to himself as he watched her look over her various business papers.
He dearly wished he could see her kill again. It's been far too long.
"My lovely dark queen," Yoshiro's queer dark voice vibrated. "I've found the information that you have requested."
Like usual, his Queen was never shocked or surprised at his abrupt appearances. She always seemed to know he was there, even when others couldn't sense his presence. Yoshiro briefly wondered if it was because she was a pureblood, but then he dismissed it.
Pure-blood, smear-blood. He had smeared so much pureblood blood. Therefore, that could not be the case.
Perhaps it was because they were the same?
But now, his beloved dark lady was trying not to be the same as he now.
Yoshiro was sad at this.
His dark queen looked at him with narrow dark-brown eyes. "You've found the man called Kenichi Daisuki?"
"Yes, my lovely dark lady queen." Yoshiro lightly smiled. "But he is in a place I cannot reach."
His queen blinked. Yes. Yoshiro was sad at this. So terribly sad he couldn't fulfill her dark wish perfectly. Something about her current dark wish made him edgy, so he was happy. It whispered of coming bloodletting. "Where is he?" She quietly asked.
"He is in a private Korean Prison - Sing Sing Vampire Prisoner Island." Yoshiro answered. "One can get in such a place, but one cannot leave it."
His Queen's dark-brown eyes blazed.
Ah. Yoshiro thought. So pretty. So very pretty.
Her eyes were like a consuming malevolent blaze that ripped across a blood-red night sky.
So pretty. He did not see such a look in her for a very, very, very long time.
The Next Night
"So, Rima said that Yuki refused to meet with me until the First Court Session?" King Kaname asked expressionlessly. They were in his private office, but work was left forgotten as the two men spoke with each other. Kaname's pale hands were held lightly together. His fingers danced against each other as he watched the blond man before him.
"Yes, Kaname-sama." The King's Right Arm, Takuma Ichijo, answered calmly. "Rima said that Yuki-dono did not want to see you until then." Internally, Takuma felt like crying – why did women have to be so stubborn and difficult – but externally, Takuma was finally able to keep his calm.
While the King's anger wasn't at all visible, Takuma knew that it was just an act. He wasn't about to be the trigger of Kamane's wrath again.
Still, Takuma had one important question to ask his King. He had to try at least one time after all.
"Kaname-sama," Takuma respectively started, "Is there anything I should know about this? Like the reason why this is occurring?" His green eyes were imploring. Takuma hoped that Kaname would reveal the key reason why Yuki was doing this. Yuki wouln't have done this if it wasn't necessary. While Takuma did consider his king a friend, he wasn't stupid as to Kaname's dark nature. Despite this, Takuma would have to support his King regardless.
He owed it to him and…this path would keep his five children safe.
Nevertheless, as Kaname's legal representative, he was going in blind as it were. The First Divorce Session between Yuki and Kaname would begin in less than three nights. Takuma had no idea what was going to happen, but he was going to have to do his very best.
The two old friends considered each other for a moment.
Takuma noticed that Kaname seemed unusually at ease in this situation. Too at ease, really. What could possibly be the cause of it? Kaname should have been livid at the news, but he was strangely calm. Why? Had Kaname finally decided on something critical? Takuma didn't know if it was a good thing or not.
"There is." Kaname said. "But I have found a way to handle that. You are dismissed."
Takuma stared. There is a reason? And he wasn't going to tell him? What in the world?
Kaname's dark-brown eyes landed on his computer screen.
So, Kaname wasn't going to inform him of it. Takuma sighed. This did not bore well. But Takuma got up from his chair and quickly left the room.
For a few moments, Kaname's mind was absolutely vacant.
Then he found his first brain wave.
So...he could only meet his wife in court, could he?
The path for his solution to this mess was now selected.
"Oh, Yuki." Kaname said to himself in the lonely private office. "I will make you suffer for this."
He would have given her another chance, if she had agreed to meet with him before this entire farce was completed. He really would have done it. But now that she was emboldened by this entire fool's act, he would show no mercy or kindness.
Yuki will not leave this meeting unscathed.
Kaname had decided he would enact the worst of his strategies against her.
The absolute worst.
Yuki would obviously inform the world of his actions in relation to Kiryu's supposed death. Perhaps she thought that would greatly help her in her divorce against him?
So foolish.
Kaname had decided that he would use his nastiest of countermeasures against her.
Kaname did not worry about being despised by the world at large, or by his ungrateful subjects, or by his fragile inner circle. To have a petty concern for public and personal opinion wasn't worthy of the Far Eastern Pureblood Vampire King to have.
Let them hate – as long as they feared him.
The plan that Kaname had created was so wretched, so cruel, and very, very base. He had no doubt that his inner circle would be horrified at his intended method, but Kaname had decided that he would use these best of weapons against Yuki in this matter.
She wanted to play hard ball.
So, he would play hard ball.
Kaname smiled. He had his solution. He was going to take great pleasure in ending this mutiny of Yuki's in the most viciously way he possibly could.
Silver Night wanted to damn this constant change of pace.
"And then she has the sheer nerve to divorce papa!" Princess Juri Kuran loudly finished. One of her hands was one her delicate hip, while another was raised high in the air.
Silver Night blankly stared at the young girl who had finally finished her rant against her mother.
Didn't something like what had happened yesterday occur before? While Silver rarely let his body get the best of him, when his master stopped their carnal dance, Silver had been severely displeased by it in more ways than one.
Honestly, where did children learn how to be such mean interruptions?
He hadn't expected his master to come back to his room as it was early morning, and so he went back to sleep. He had a nice dreamless day rest and when he had gotten up, he felt highly refreshed.
When he had awoken, he readied himself as he usually did, but he decided to spend some time out of his room. Somehow, he found himself in the library reading a book on the ancient city of Babylon. He had been very engaged in his pastime, but then Juri came and turned his supposed peaceful night on its head.
Silver reframed from twitching his eyes. While he had not expected this, she had done him a most blessed favor.
Juri gave him key clues about his master's situation with his wife.
One year ago, his master's wife had been greatly injured by an assassination attempt that was really meant for his master. His master dutifully healed his wife by giving her his blood. However, when she had woken from her healing sleep, his master's wife had tried to kill him.
Juri was of the opinion that the assassination attempt on her mother was what messed her up. Juri theorized that her mother had some type of weird mental problem that kept her from telling family and foe apart. That could only be the explanation! Silver was highly skeptical about such a theory, but he kept that opinion to himself.
After the vicious fight against her husband, his master's wife had left the palace complex and move to a far away location. She had refused all contact with her husband for a year, despite the many messages, pleadings, and compromises that his master sent her during that time.
Then Juri explained that her mother had decided to go to the Annual Winter Ball unexpectedly. So, Juri and Haruka thought their parents' relationship was starting to repair itself. They were sorely mistaken. Father and mother were split further apart because of it and now her mother was going to worsen their split with a divorce.
Juri was completely livid. It was obvious that she blamed her mother and was very furious at her at this moment.
Nevertheless, the information that Silver had gained in this odd conversation was most intriguing.
Silver remembered that blood-drenched night of the Annual Winter Ball. Silver was viciously assaulted by his very enraged and intoxicated master. He had nearly been killed because of his master's unleashed fury at his wife whom his master had misaimed at Silver.
Silver remembered his master's chilling accusing words.
"I'm the second choice."
"How could I be the second choice? I took care of her!"
"How could you be the first choice? How? A cursed vampire hunter. A lowly Level D. A fool and a wretch."
"Now you are nothing more than a whore. A used and willing whore is what you are, and I'm the second choice? A king the second choice?"
Something inside Silver twisted alive.
His master said some important things that night as well. Those accusing words provided him a vital clue about his true self.
Silver's mind and thoughts started to race. He nearly forgot about that!
His true self also spoke back then.
I can't breathe, you insane bloodsucking traitorous bastard.
When have vampires even needed a reason to hurt an innocent person?
Silver's heart started to beat faster. His master said an important name. He had said the name of that vampire hunter that his wife seemed to prefer. Suddenly, all of Silver's pulses were drumming heavily in his ears and humming in his body. That name had triggered one of the sharpest memories he had of his unknown past… but his true self had stolen the knowledge of that name from him. Like he always did whenever Silver had gotten so close.
Silver's forehead started to throb. He closed his gray-purple eyes and felt a sudden terrible headache overtake him. But his thoughts were wildly spinning.
His heart raced even faster. Why? Why had his true self done that? Why had he? Silver's breathing was becoming sharp and painful. There was an intense tightness in his chest. It squeezed his heart. Something in his soul was pulling, pulling, pulling, and Silver was losing, losing, losing, and he couldn't hold on. Couldn't hold on to something that he should be holding on to and -
"Silver!" Juri cried in utter surprise. "What's wrong?"
Suddenly, everything stopped.
The pounding pulses. The forming headache. The racing heart beat. The sharp breathing. All of it stopped.
Juri's voice stopped it.
Silver opened his eyes and stared at this child.
Protect her. His true self suddenly repeated again. And Silver felt his true self withdraw from the world of reality once again.
Silver felt cold.
His true self was about to take away more of his memories of that past event.
Why?
But Silver bitterly knew the answer.
Apparently, he had been getting too close to his key.
Immediately, Silver was overcome with an intense wave of sadness and despair. He felt so…empty. He felt so very, very empty and lost and there was a bitter pain in his heart.
However, he needed to regain himself.
Silver lightly smiled at Juri and gently patted her head. "I'm okay, my dear." She still looked at him with tender concern, so he slightly ran his long smooth fingers through tiny bites of her freed dark-brown hair pieces. "I'm sure that everything will work out with your parents, princess." Silver highly doubted it, but it was the comforting lie the child wanted to hear. Perhaps Silver was to protect her from reality?
Then without the slightest bit of warning, another person came into the room. Juri had smiled brightly at the figure, but Silver's instincts were screaming.
His master was giving him a most peculiar dark look.
And Silver couldn't understand it.
As a result, Silver was very unsettled.
His master looked at him and then at his daughter. Something about the look really disturbed Silver. His master seemed...mad? Shocked? Silver wasn't sure but that look...that look... frightened him. He was frightened. He was actually truly frightened by that man. Silver thought that he had figured this man out already, but apparently that was not the case.
Silver was disconcerted. His plans felt like they were falling apart.
"How is it that you both know each other?" Master Kaname darkly asked.
To Be Continued