Fire
Requested by: Inuyashee, Erena G. T. Rose
#52 of the 100 Writing Prompts
Disclaimer: I do not own "Vampire Knight"


The Night Party was in full swing. The usual suspects were in attendance, each one a shining jewel swirling between the gilded walls of gold and gall that framed the ballroom. Couples flew across the room, their feet a beautiful blur underneath billowing skirts and frilly shirts that rose and fell with each deliberate breath. The violins, just a simple concerto, raced along, guiding the dancers to its pace. A soft, fragrant aroma wafted through the air, quietly escaping from the kitchens. It was just a trace to the nose though, not quite ready to make a full entrance.

Leaning against the a thick, square pillar almost as ostentatious as the diamond necklace encircling her throat, Ruka eyed the taller man standing next to her, her eyes muddled like a thin sheet of ice over a dirty mud puddle. Yet again, he was being approached by another elegant young woman, one who was always courteous and brought with her that sort of practised embarrassment. She had almost lost count of how many of that type had already wandered over to their pillar, wanting this or that favour. She could feel their curious gazes wander over to her, when that question rose to the tips of their tongues, but she did her best to ignore them. It was not as if how Kain spent his time was any of Ruka's business.

Like the proper gentleman he was, Kain would comply with the favours requested of him, but he would act more or no less than he was asked. That gave her some sense of smug satisfaction. After he returned from the dance floor, or from the cluster of wallflowers blooming along its borders, he would always resume his previous position at her side, leaning against their pillar.

And so the night went on like this, until the sun began to bleach the night sky to a lighter blue. Then, as the musicians began their final piece, she turned to him, blinking away any trace of her earlier apprehensions and asked him her favour. As he lead her towards the floor, the exasperated sighs of those suitors she had declined (respectfully, of course) during the night tickled her ear. She smiled a bit at the thought of it.

When they reached the floor, now near empty, they stood for a moment, waiting. Then together, they set the cold marble floor ablaze.


A/N: I hope you liked it. Apologies for the clichés.

Umm, please note that I haven't forgotten about any requests, I'm just slow and lazy. I have them all written down, I'll get to them all. Eventually.

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