Hello everyone, hope you would like this new story!

PS: Please be kind to the writing, English is not my language :)


Prologue :

One night was unfolding in Paris, resembling every other night before. However, if we looked behind appearances, we could then see the clues to the doom and gloom that befell a young woman walking down a dark alley.

She had gone to get bread for her mother, moaning a little. The rain came soon after she left her house, making her sigh in exasperation. She decided to take a shortcut to go faster.

This shortcut was the dark alley. The dark alley that signed his death warrant.

She had never been afraid to borrow it day or night, yet this time the hairs on her neck stood up as if to warn her of impending danger.

Shots rang out not far from her. She turned her head towards the shooting zone, her eyes widened and without having the chance to make the slightest gesture, she died.

A bullet right in the chest, she was bleeding out, lying in the alley in a downpour.

For the sole crime of being there at the wrong time in the wrong place.


She hadn't even started to actually live.

To die at eighteen, how sad ...

She wished she could enjoy life a little longer.

She had never been a believer yet in her last breath, telling herself that she had nothing more to lose, she wished with all her might for a second chance.


She was dead and was awfully aware of it. However, in the darkness that surrounded her, she lived. She was breathing.

She didn't understand what was happening to her. She panicked but her body was not responding to her, it was no longer obeying her.

A thought occurred to him then. A thought admittedly ridiculous in normal times for her, but quite plausible in these circumstances.

Renaissance.


She does not know how long she had to wait for her hour in the darkness but one day the light reappeared in her life.

She wasn't used to it at all, so she narrowed her eyes trying to see where she was now.

She started to cry.

It wasn't quite what she had wanted to do.

In this blinding light unlike the darkness, it was a little cold.

She had wanted to shiver, to say it but instead she was crying like a baby.

A baby.

This word echoed in his mind.

She knew she had to understand something, but her thoughts seemed too cloudy to think properly.

A voice and arms came out of her thoughts.

It was hot again.

She turned her head towards the source of this heat to see a woman looking at her with love.

She was magnificent. Her long chocolate brown hair framed her unblemished oval face. Her eyes which looked at her as if she were a wonder of the world were a dark hazel color.

It was then that the connection was made in his brain. She had had the right to a second chance.

She had come back to life as a baby in a new family.


Aya. Aya Kuran.

It was his new name.

She had discovered that she had a twin brother who when she was lying in the same crib with him, would take her little hand and look at her as if she were his world.

She immediately became attached to him. Just like her parents who often hugged her.

She was perfectly happy although at times her eyes were clouded with sadness as she thought back to her family from her old life.

At times, he missed his little sister's pranks, his big brother's teasing, his mother's warm arms.

And in those moments, still just a tiny little baby that couldn't handle such a deep emotion properly, she was crying.

She cried until her new mother hugged her. Her warmth reminded her of her former mother's and instantly calmed her.

However, if this happened when she was alone with her new twin brother, the latter would take both of her hands and move closer to her to try and calm her down with his mere presence.

She didn't know how, but it worked.

One of the only barriers between her and her new family was language.

She didn't understand anything they were saying other than her first name.


One day she heard her first name as she was in her father's arms followed by a certain "Kaname".

His father repeated it to him several times before seeing him point the finger at his brother.

It was then that an enlightenment took place in his mind.

She finally understood why the name Kuran and his parents sounded familiar to her.


The universe seemed to really hate her.


Being reborn was hard enough to deal with when vaguely remembering her old life, but being reborn in a fictional universe was something she never expected at all.

She was reborn in the Vampire Knight universe precisely.

Aya Kuran. She was Aya Kuran the daughter of Juri and Haruka Kuran, the twin sister of Kaname Kuran who would soon be replaced by their ancestor, and the big sister of Yuki Kuran who would be born a few years later.

Knowing her luck, she would undoubtedly manage to find herself one of the many pawns in her own ancestor's game.

However, being technically her twin sister maybe she would escape a tragic end.

Wonderful.