This was the second idea to be developed and my third most fave ^.^
Fairytale
The most solid thing in the world, except Akatsuki, was boredom. Boredom, boredom, boredom. It felt like a small virus nagging her body and poisoning her brain. Immortality was a bad thing while one ran out of things to do.
All Ruka did these days was to go through her normal routine, talk with Akatsuki and watch the ceiling of her room while Rima was out with Shiki, feeding him pocky. Normal routine was getting boring; actually it'd gotten boring long ago, with just the presence of Kaname-sama to infuse her days with something interesting but soon he became a routine too and that tingle in her heart, that swirl in her stomach that used to be her permanent companions, were lost somewhere between the sheets easy homework, fan letters and political requests. He wasn't that mysterious and beautiful as she used to see him with the eyes of a naïve girl, plus he'd already made his choice, even though that choice contradicted itself with that of the prefect girl.
It was only when she was looking at the upper lamp, counting the many glittering facets, did she think of their leader whom she'd once given her blood to. Somehow she regrets the fact, the knowledge that she wouldn't give her life for him. It was unsettling. Once, along with boredom and Akatsuki, Kaname was one of her columns that created her temple of beliefs and experience. Back then, when she actually believed in fairytales. When she loved learning to dance with Beauty, who had to be with the Beast, when she cleaned with Cinderella, when she hated 'The Little Mermaid' because the end was so sad, according to her back then – the mermaid couldn't marry the prince. Those days, that tale was avoided like the plague. Akatsuki and Aido had been jealous of her books back then.
In such state of preferences, had she gone into the Academy and had her blood drunk by Kaname-sama. Maybe, when that blood had left her body, blessed lips sucking softly at that particular spot of skin that would always be his, even if she someday came to have a soul mate, Ruka finally let go of that obsession of hers. Of maybe it was during the following days when he clearly showed that her usefulness had outlived her. Probably, yes, it was then.
Hastily, Ruka stood up and turned to the door, intent on going to the library. Because sometimes even vampires needed fairytales too.
Finding her way in mere seconds, in long strides, the vampire found the place she was searching for – the sanctuary where books slept. In one corner which would've been dusty if it wasn't cleaned (the other parts had enough fingers to brush them every day), proudly stood the books who were famous for creating the most cliché ideas in the world. No one ever touched them because most knew them by heart by now.
Ruka's eyes passed over the random books in colorful covers. She wasn't searching for any particular story; she just wanted to taste her childhood again. When she was a kid, she'd loved those kinds of books: so it was the best way to try and touch that lost innocence.
Her hands chose a book on a random principle. A book with beautiful pictures, memories captured between mortal paper, little pieces that created eternity. There, without any problems, the young couple met, under strange circumstances. A small, but thick forest, a princess dancing in the river, weaving herself flower circlets. The prince, his white horse on the left side. The fated meeting, the false golden words of love, whispered under the oaks. The evil force, which came to take away the most untainted of loves just out of pure spite. The 'hardships' they had to endure in the name of that love, the lameness of those quests. The end of the struggle which wasn't much of a struggle. The artificial happiness, powered up by lies and false promises.
It was so disgusting it hurt.
With gentle hands, Ruka returned the book to its place on the shelf and then used the same hands to hug herself. Life was never like fairytales and it hurt even though Kaname-sama was retreating his boats from her mind, even though his impact on her was much smaller. If she ever could think beyond her present condition, she'd think it was better that way – she'd prefer herself to be an independent woman who was reaching for her goals with unique stubbornness, not the love-struck fool she used to be before.
But why did she feel like tearing her hair off? Was she still in love with Kaname-sama or had she gotten over him? She'd long told herself that she'd stopped pursuing him, but deep inside those sentiments for him were still there, unmovable. Now, somehow, he was just part of the décor. As much as a dorm leader and a long-time idol could be a part of the furniture.
Gathering more willpower, Ruka raised her hand to choose another book. Was she a masochist? Probably yes.
Her mind was thrown yet again into a swirl of incomprehensible emotions and confusion. It was so much it actually hurt.
Suddenly the book was taken from her hand and thrown away on the table with little to none carefulness. Her now shivering body was led away, to one of the chairs and made sit down on the hard wood. After a millisecond or so, she felt him take a seat just in the place next to her. Her eyes were closed.
A somehow insecure arm was draped across her shoulder and Ruka found herself leaning into Akatsuki, the familiar un-warmth comforting her.
Curious, the girl opened her suddenly heavy lids and looked around. Akatsuki was there, on her right, as usual, concerned expression crowning his features. Beyond his amazing, big persona, was the table where that book was residing now, sniggering in the fact that it'd made her go into hysterics with its bright colors. Next to it, a more patient-looking book stood – a more serious.
"Read to me."
Akatsuki looked at her in a strange way, probably wondering where that came from, an eyebrow raised. Ruka repeated her demand quietly and this time he decided to do what she wanted – his voice was amazing.
What he read was a tragedy. The couple didn't get together in the end.
