welcome to chapter forty-seven of my first ever 'Vampire Knight' fanfiction and the first chapter taking place during chapter seven since chapter six. the only difference between this chapter and chapters one through six is that while those chapters were supposed to be flashbacks from the past in the anime series, this is the first chapter of the setting for the seventh episode of the first anime to take place in the present day for the anime. this will be one of three chapters which take place in the present day of episode seven from the first season of the anime. this forty-seventh chapter is one-thousand-one-hundred-sixty words long, give or take a comment from yours truly disguised as an author's note or two hidden within the storyline of this very chapter. it is a storyline that doesn't include the explanatory headnote, right here, nor does it include the (mandatory) disclaimer which makes up the following paragraph.
disclamation: I don't own 'Vampire Knight' in the manga or in the anime. I can do nothing except write this fanfiction as I hate on Viz Media for the way they ended the 'Vampire Knight' anime. I hate Kaname Kuuran so much, I would kill him if I was in the series, myself, especially with what he does just to get the mindless followers that are the Night Class students off of his back. anyway, Matsuri Hino-san owns the manga and its sequel 'Vampire Knight Memories'. I haven't read much of the manga, but then again, I notice an insane amount of resemblance towards 'Vampire Knight' and my one true manga, 'Fruits Basket'. if you ask me, those are both far better love stories than 'Twilight' could have ever even hoped to be.
So, there I was shooting at a target on the wall as my Yuuki watched me from the side of the room closest to the door. I had to say that it was getting a bit annoying that she felt like she had to watch over me like I was her son, because I might as well have been that and nothing else to her, especially when remembering what I could sense from her when I drank her blood for the second time in a row. I sent her a look so as to let her know that she need not stand at that door any longer than necessary.
Yours Truly: How long do you intend to stand there?
My Yuuki only sent me a concerned look back in response to the look I sent to her before she began talking to me about it.
Yuuki Cross: Well, I'm worried about you.
I had just loaded up the gun in my hand with some more bullets by then while she just began speaking to me just as she normally would have the way things were between us back in the old days.
Yuuki Cross (continued): I wanted to know if you're really OK.
I really did hate this part of my Yuuki. It was not because I thought her consideration and her desire to be seen as an adult was annoying, though. I hated that part of my dearest Yuuki because it was her absolute greatest weakness in truth. That's right! My Yuuki had never tried to act her own age, and I just knew that life would pass her by because of it. I only sent her the same look as I had the first time during her watching me like a hawk before finally responding to her concern with words.
Yours Truly: It's not easy… being my nurse maid, is it?
I could feel my Yuuki give me a disgruntled look on her face as I loaded up my gun with more bullets. Then, she responded to my snide comment by demanding to find out that of which she had wanted to know from me during the time in which we were both in that same room together as one another.
Yuuki Cross: Come on, Zero. Are you really OK?
As I believed that actions spoke louder than words, I fired off a bullet from the gun in my hand which landed directly at the target's head. That one little gun shot was just the first of an entire barrage of gun shots fired from the pistol in my hand. They all landed onto the target from across where its head would have been. Then, the entire sheet which held the target's silhouette parted the body from the head and fell to the floor.
My Yuuki only sent me a look following that occurrence which told me that she had finally gotten the message. At least, that was what I thought what with the very next thing that she said to me.
Yuuki Cross (continued): Guess you're better than OK.
Of course, I was better than OK, and I had a thing or two to say about that shamefully apparent gauze that my Yuuki had insisted on wrapping around her neck in place of a bandage like usual.
Yours Truly: Yuuki, take that gauze off your neck. It's way too obvious.
Yuuki Cross: No! I have to wear this thing. If I only wear a band-aid, then I'll have people like Aido just come up to me and peel it off.
I knew very well that she was trying to protect the puncture wounds I made on her neck when she offered me her blood, but she was not being very inconspicuous about it whatsoever.
Yuuki Cross (continued): And if someone were to actually see it…
Of course, I knew exactly who she was talking about. I was not as stupid as being held back a year made me look to Master. I only stayed back a year because of Yuuki, in fact. I knew for a fact that the person my precious little Yuuki was talking about when it came to seeing my bitemarks on her neck was none other than her beloved…
Yours Truly: Someone like Kaname, huh?
I could admit that there was a bit of bitterness in that remark I made to my Yuuki, but it did not make it any less true. I knew that my dearest Yuuki wanted nobody to even find out about her bitemarks and what she had chosen to do for me less than that Kaname Kuuran.
A/N: if you ask me, both Yuuki and the Night Class students are completely blind to Kaname Kuuran's flaws and to his faults. I think Yuuki should've stopped even tolerating Kaname the minute she grew afraid of him. I also wish that she and the Night Class would give up on him. he's obviously bad for them, and they all really should just leave him.
Of course, I had a thing or two to tell Yuuki about it.
Yours Truly (continued): If you were going to have someone drink your blood, your preference probably would've been Kaname Kuuran over me, wouldn't it?
Then, my Yuuki suddenly gasped at my comment about her wanting that Kaname Kuuran over me to drink her blood. That girl had some kind of nerve being so shocked. She was not anywhere near as hard-to-figure-out as she thought she was.
A/N: preach, brother!
She did not even come close to being as hard-to-figure-out as she thought she was, in fact.
Yours Truly (continued): It wasn't that hard to tell.
How could even I have known how she clearly felt about that Kaname Kuuran? It was actually easier to figure my Yuuki out than she would have ever been smart enough to think about, she was so closed-minded about both thoughts and about feelings. I held two fingers from my left hand to my lips when next I spoke to her about it.
Yours Truly (continued): Your blood. It had that taste to it.
My Yuuki did gasp yet again at my final remark about her feelings for that Kaname Kuuran just before responding to me with words just as she grabbed onto the handle of the door next to which she was at the time.
Yuuki Cross: Stop! That's sick! Don't say things like that!
Then, my Yuuki swung the door wide open, desperate to escape me as she responded to me further.
Yuuki Cross (continued): It's like you're peeking inside of me, and I hate it!
Of course, I just readied the gun in my hand(s) as soon as my Yuuki left me alone in that room. After that, I just shot at the target even more.
