Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own Vampire Knight or its characters; that right belongs to Matsuri Hino.

Author's Notes: Here is chapter two of this misfit story. I warn people now, Characters will be out of character at times. If you do not like it, then stop reading, don't review. Because I have come to have an extremely strong dislike of those people. They are trolls, unhelpful, destructive people. And again, this idea and plot bunny were planted in my head by a fellow author, RavenNM. So it is dedicated to them.

Also I am taking some liberties with vampire powers for Kaname. I looked it up on Wiki and saw that flying was not one of his...or any of the others for the matters, powers. I am giving Kaname it! SO THERE!

Blue eyes looked down from behind a pane of glass as the masses below erupted into loud hysterics as the students of the night class emerged. Focusing on the group, or rather a particular person as they walked the path and into the school grounds. A smile dancing across bow-shaped pink lips as a soft chuckle escaped them. Mischief dancing in the depths of those blue eyes as they stood up and moved away from the window, not wanting to be seen. Leaving the curtain to flutter behind them.

Kaname's P.O.V

The moment they had left the dorms, Kaname felt someone looking at Him. It was not the standard look that those gathered to see them. No, this was a more intense gaze, as whoever the person was, was intentionally letting him know that they were watching. So as the group walked through the gates leading to the school grounds, Kaname looked up in the direction he had felt the gaze. Only to see the fluttering of pale pink curtains in the day class dorms.

When a hand was felt on his shoulder, he looked towards the only member of the night class that would touch him. With a small shake of his head as Kaname kept pace with the others. He was earning a speculative look and smile from Takuma.

Soon enough, we were standing before the door to the classroom we used every night. Opening the door, Kaname stopped for but a second, sensing that something was once again different in the small space. Walking in, knowing the others would immediately take their seats as he made his way to his own. Only to pause and narrow his red-brown eyes. The tight control he kept on his instincts and powers briefly going taut as he just stared at his seat.

There it was again, that aura. Kaname knew that all kinds of students came to Cross Academy. And over the last week and a half, had been encountering it. At first, it was just a faint trail of pure energy through the halls around the classroom and at the entrance to the school, which he dismissed with all the students coming to attend the school. There was a small probability that whoever the particular student as they had little to no control.

But that opinion was replaced quickly two days ago when he and the rest of the night class had entered their classroom. The air was unsettling clean, crisp, and very pure. What made him change his mind about the person was the fact that little to no trace of their aura was left behind. That took skills from a lot of training. And had led to a lot of questions being asked, that he had to answer. They were leaving the group unsettled, to say the least. Since the last time he knew a person had existed with this level of ability and talent was over five hundred years ago.

But this time, the person had gone a bit far. If they had wanted to get his attention, they now had it. His set was coated in that aura. It had erased his own as if it had not been there. While not leaking away from the desk to taint anything else. They were showing even more skills than the last time.

When a hand touched his shoulder, drawing him out of his thoughts to look into the green eyes of his closest acquaintances, Takuma Ichijo. Who looked a bit worried as he met his gaze head-on.

"Kaname, are you okay?"

The question left him shaking his head as he stared back at his seat before sitting in it and letting his aura blanket it once more. He was letting his mind wander as the others stayed perfectly quiet for the whole duration of the class. He would seek out this person, without going to see Kaien Cross. Since obviously, this person didn't want to involve the headmaster. Which indicated that they knew what the night class was and didn't want the man to interfere. They were making Kaname wonder if they were from the Vampire Hunter's Association. And if so, then measures would be taken, drastic measures, to ensure the safety of those at this school and Yuki.

As soon as class was dismissed for the night, Kaname stood and walked out the door. The rest following behind him silently. At least until he reached the cross-section of the hallway that split to the school's entranceway and the headmaster's office, turning down the latter hallway, Kaname heard Takuma tell the others that they should just head back to the dorm.

Once he felt the group was gone, Kaname quit walking and opened the window next to him. Slipping out and flying into the chilly winter's night. He had a sneaking suspicion that the person he wanted to find was also the person who had been looking from the window earlier. And because no male he knew would have 'light pink' curtains, this person was most definitely female.

It didn't take long for him to fly around the school and to the Sun dorm. Stopping before the only window with pink curtains, Kaname narrowed his eyes and looking at a small cream-colored envelope that had his name written on it in an elegant flowing script — clearly stating that this person or female had been expecting him to come to find them.

Slowly and cautiously, Kaname reached out and plucked the envelope from the glass, hearing that particular ripping sound that only tape gave. When he didn't feel the aura at all, he began to inspect the envelope while descending to the ground. It was made of thick heavy parchment, clearly pricey. The weight of the envelope told him that there was probably only one sheet of paper or cardstock in it. While on the back was a purplish colored wax with an unfamiliar seal pressed into it. Another thing was that there was absolutely no smell coming from it, and that struck him as odd. It was giving him nothing more to find out about its writer.

As he made his way back to the dorms, Kaname again looked at the writing. Noting it said 'Lord' Kaname Kuran of house Kuran on it, not just his name, but his title in that flowing script gave him the knowledge that this person knew of him.

The moment he entered the dormitory, he looked up, not surprised to see that Takuma and Seirin were sitting on the couches waiting for him. When they looked from him to the envelope in his hand, he just waved them off and made his way to his room. Until he had read what was in the letter, he felt they did not need to know. Just that he was okay and that they should attend to their selves.

The moment the door clicked behind him, Kaname made his way to the window and sat down on the sill, back pressed against the cold glass. Breaking the seal, he slipped out a thick weighted piece of vellum paper, unfolding it and saw again that same flowing script that was on the envelope. Letting his eyes scan over what was written rapidly, Kaname had to blink and re-read it to make sure that he had read was correct.

Lord Kaname Kuran, of House Kuran,

Greetings! If you are reading this, then you got my message loud and clear tonight. I am a bit sad that my previous hints to get your attention didn't work. Making me wonder if you are as dense as a bundle of bricks. If so, then it is even sadder due to who you are and your station in your society.

I was so proud of the fact that I was able to be subtle for once. Only to have you either not notice or ignore it. So I opted for a more definite way to get your attention. Thinking that maybe if I cleared the air, you would catch on. Again, sadly I was mistaken. Since you did not bother to come and find me, once again. My aura has not been masked, just kept close to my person, per see.

Though I will say that the extreme measures you made me take tonight left me pissed, royally, making me demean myself to act like some brainless beast, who has wandered into the territory of a known predator, sitting in the seat you have sat in for a long while now from how much energy it took me to purify it, marking that chair as my territory. But oh, I felt your reaction, Frabjulous Days!

Which means shame on you, Lord Kaname Kuran. For being outside the girl's third-floor dormitory at an odd hour in the morning. If anyone were to have seen you, they'd think you are a pervert. Oh! I wonder how those of the night class would react if they knew what you had to of done to get this letter! Tsk, Tsk!

Now onto the reason I have been trying to get your attention, Lord Kuran. I have been instructed by my own 'Lord' to make contact with you, without the others in your...class...group... knowing. As well as the headmaster Kaien. Nice man, too eccentric. Due to a person of shared interest. I would like to meet you two days hence, by the old dry well on the hill at the edge of the academy's property. At approximately the first minute of the new day, during the witching hour.

My request may seem unreasonable, and you have no reason to come. But if you do, please come on your own. What I have to say to you is personal. Like you, I will be able to sense if you did, just like you can. Any and all questions you have will be answered to the best of my ability as I am just a liaison for my Lord. So therefore limited. If you do no show by an hour after the requested time, the hint will be taken, and I will not bother to contact you again.

K.H.

He felt a small twitch at the corners of his mouth as if he were about to smile. This person was being rather forward and rude. Though highly informed, Kaname couldn't say he was not intrigued by this. And for a human to say they had a 'Lord' was a rare thing indeed. But the overall way the letter was worded told him about their personality. They were making him think of Yuki.

TBC!