Aido carried Akane to The Moon Dorms with hurried strides, picking up his pace the closer he came, until he was slamming through the doors in the foyer, dashing up the stairs to his shared room, and into his adjoining bathroom. He placed Akane gently into the luxurious bathtub, before ridding himself of his blood-stained clothing, chucking them into the corner of the room with shaking hands. Akane's scent was beginning to seriously affect him, but he forced himself to concentrate on his task.
Once he was stood in just his underwear, Aido's attention turned back to the unconscious girl in his tub. Steadying his nerves, he neared, sinking to his knees at her side and began removing her ruined clothing. Akane's blazer was soaked through. Droplets of blood fleeing the fabric like an umbrella after the rain, as he pulled it from her prone body. He grimaced, firmly ignoring the stream of red that ran from the cloth, tossing it into the pile of bloodied fabric on the floor.
With a deft hand, Aido untied the loosened bow from Akane's collar, then started on the buttons of her once, crisp, white blouse. The blood was beginning to dry on her skin making the fabric stick as he prised it from her torso. Eventually, he removed her blouse followed by her skirt soon after. Finally, Akane lay in just her underwear. Thanks to Kaname's blood, the wounds inflicted by her father and from the tree, were already healing, but still had a long way to go before he could truly look down and not wretch at the wound in her stomach.
It was at this point, Aido found himself at a standstill. Akane's once, white, simple bra and knickers were painted the deep, ruby-red of her Human blood. They had to go, and he cursed his blushing cheeks and treacherous mind for even thinking of straying with Akane in such a state. Even so, his hands shook as he reached up for the straps at her shoulders, pulling them down, along with the cups. He determinedly focused on his task and not on the skin that had just been uncovered, twisting the garment around her body to reach the hooks that secured it in place and pulled it from her, adding the bra to the pile.
Keep it together! He encouraged, shaking out his hands in preparation for his next job. The quicker she's cleaned up, the easier it'll be! His face scrunched up in concentration as he moved his attention to Akane's knickers, quickly hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down her legs. Stop thinking about her legs!
Once Akane was free of all her ruined clothing, Aido removed his baby-blue boxers, adding them to the pile, and froze the garments where they lay. It lessened the strength of the scent of Akane's blood, allowing him to breath a quick sigh of relief before he entered the shower and thoroughly washed himself. He watched as ribbons of blood ran down the length of his arms, torso, waist, and legs, and disappeared into the drain.
He scrubbed at his fair skin ruthlessly, scouring until he was pink and raw. Once all traces of Akane's blood had been washed from his body, Aido stepped from the bathroom altogether, and quickly dried and dressed, and for some much-needed distance from the transforming Human. He threw on a pair of loose-fitting, dark denim jeans, a simple grey, long-sleeved cotton shirt, and a dark green, knitted, round-necked jumper.
Staring at the door of the bathroom, his fists balled and shaking with the effect of Akane's blood, still raw on his senses he drew a shuddering breath, and then re-entered the bathroom. Aido kept his eyes firmly locked on the frozen pile of clothing, collecting the ice-cased garments before he hurried from the room to dispose of them in the kitchen, shattering the ice (and the clothing along with it) in the sink.
Aido placed the shards in a plastic bag, usually used for food waste, secured the bag with a knot, and put it near the door in the kitchen, which led to the courtyard where the bins and recycling touts were housed. Aido had decided to request Kain's help in destroying the clothing fully with the aid of his power after everyone had calmed down and returned to the dorms.
In the meantime, Aido set to work, walking the path he'd taken to bring Akane from the woods to the dorms and freezing any small droplets of blood he found to add the collection of frigid beads to the bag back in the dorms. Once this was finished, he went in search of a cloth, bleach, and all-purpose cleaning spray, which he found under the kitchen sink and in the staff supply closet, near the kitchen.
Retracing his steps through the foyer, Aido wiped clean any stray drops of blood that had followed him up the stairs and into his room. However, when he entered his room, the strength of Akane's scent almost brought him to his knees. He'd been so intent on wiping out any traces he found of her blood, that he'd forgotten she was still drenched in it.
He staggered on unsteady legs to his dresser and fumbled with the top drawer to fish out his pillboxes. He didn't count how many pills he dropped into his palm before throwing them into his mouth, impatient for relief, regardless of how short-lived it would be. Satisfied that he was under better control, Aido turned back to his bathroom.
He entered the room with purpose, determined to complete his task as quickly as possible to remove every trace of Akane's blood from the dorm. He kept his eyes angled away from the Human and concentrated on washing the tiled floor and walls, removing the crimson stains from where he'd gathered their ruined uniforms. But she's not Human anymore, Aido thought after his eyes betrayed him and glanced in Akane's direction.
He frowned, surprised to feel unsatisfied by this fact. He also had to ground himself by remembering that, despite Kaname biting Akane, there was no guarantee she would survive her transformation. Many didn't, even without the severe injuries she'd suffered. Though Kaname's blood was healing her, she hadn't been able to drink as much of his blood as the Pureblood would have liked. So, the threat of her death, still hung over Aido's head, weighing down his heart uncomfortably.
He continued to agonize over his pessimistic thoughts as he cleaned, stealing glances to assure himself that the heartbeat he heard was not a figment of his imagination. He sprayed, wiped, and then repeated the action several times over until the bathroom was cleansed, and the scent of blood was at a lesser intensity. Now, Akane was the sole source for the scent.
Wiping his brow and depositing his cleaning materials on the counter, Aido moved his focus back to Akane. Reaching over her, he freed the gilded extendable showerhead from its gilded holder on the side of the tub. Pulling both handles for the taps, warm water began spraying from the showerhead, allowing Aido to start the arduous task of rinsing the naked girl down.
The wound inflicted by the tree branch was nothing more than a fading, red mark and would soon be gone. He was so relieved to see her chest still rising and falling, that a small thankful laugh bubbled from his mouth. He now only had to suffer teenage embarrassment, and excitement for the situation, and not the added dread that she was too weak to survive. His blood tablets worked, to an extent, to lessen the draw of her blood enough to allow him to work.
She would live, he knew it and he was so elated, once he allowed himself to acknowledge that though, that his head lowered to rest on the side of the tub, giving himself a moment of reprieve. This did little to soothe his niggling conscience, however. He was the cause of that man's death. Akane's father, the only relative she had was gone because of him. But Akane wouldn't wake up in her new life alone, he'd be there for her, just like he'd promised.
He'd care for her, teach her, guide her through her new life, until she was confident, and would do it gladly. Because, despite the sorrowful circumstances, Aido was still a selfish and petulant person, and part of him, the part that had missed Akane's smell to the point of instability in those two weeks. He was glad he could now, keep Akane for himself, without the need to defend his desire for her company or the threat that she'd be taken away.
Washing the blood from Akane's hair had been the most trying thing of all. It felt like straw between his fingers. The dried blood, clumping and matting her midnight tresses in a tangled mess, but he worked through the knots slowly and carefully, wishing, wholeheartedly, that he could see the same deep black already. The light pink constantly running from her locks was aggravating him, reminding him of his failure to protect his friend.
Yes, Aido accepted he and Akane were friends of sorts. She was someone he was comfortable conversing and deliberating with, someone he enjoyed to teas and ridicule, just without the maliciousness his taunting usually contained. She was interesting, thought-provoking and sometimes, infuriating, but she was also innocent and even a little naïve at times.
This worried him as he imagined Akane stepping into his world. He knew he had to be careful to steer her to make decisions to keep herself safe. His heart warmed a little at the thought of her looking to him for support. He was in charge of her after all, he cared whether she lived or died, whether she found him as interesting as he found her, or whether she was angry with him. She would be, he mused uneasily. What'll she say when she wakes up? What'll I say? Sorry?
"That's just not going to cut it with you, is it?" he asked her silent figure, watching the water from the showerhead run down her neck and shoulders, a repentant frown set on his face.
Hours passed, and eventually, Akane was free of the blood that had stained her ethereal, pale skin, and midnight black hair. She lay motionless under the cover of Aido's palatial bed, dressed in a short-sleeved, floor-length, white nightgown. He'd sifted through many of the girl's rooms to find something suitable to dress her in, but Seiren was surprisingly busty under her school uniform, and Rima was shorter and too petite for her clothes to fit Akane. So, Ruka's night-gown would have to suffice.
Once he'd cleaned her, carried her to his bed then dried her off, Aido had been so red in the face from embarrassment, that he was honestly glad just to cover her up as much as possible. Being tempted by Akane's scent, Aido was used to, the temptation he felt surge through his veins at the sight of her bare body, he was less used to indulging himself in. The situation she'd ended up in was a sobering enough thought, however, and thankfully, whenever his mind (and eyes) would wander, it would thunder through his mind like a bulldozer, crushing his lustful instincts flat.
It wasn't long after Aido settled into a chair at Akane's bedside that he could hear as the rest of The Night Class entered the dorm. Inevitably, Ichijo knocked on Aido's door, drawing his gaze from the girl in his bed, to the bright, green eyes of the Vice-President of The Moon Dorms, stood in his doorway.
"Kaname's asked for everyone to gather in the lobby."
Aido sighed. He knew he needed to obey but didn't feel right leaving Akane. What if she woke up and he wasn't there? She'll be confused, and frightened enough as it is, not to mention royally, and rightly furious with him and likely distraught.
"Miss Nakamura will be fine. It's only for a few minutes," Ichijo assured gently at the uneasy gaze he saw in the younger Vampire's expression. Reluctantly, Aido stood and followed Ichijo from the room. He glanced over his shoulder as he carefully closed the door behind them.