A/N: Continuation from Prompt 4: Dark. As far as writing style is concerned, I wanted to change things up a bit.

Like always, sorry for the wait!


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Zero cursed his luck, which had repeatedly thrown him into one inconvenient situation after another. In fact, his whole life was an inconvenient situation altogether. Why was he still alive again?

A sudden sniff alerted his attention back to the bundle of trouble in his arms. Ah yes. The reason why he hasn't killed himself yet.

He had thought about entering the dorm, but it was unnecessary since he could just wake Yuki and let her go inside to tuck herself into bed. He wasn't a complete gentleman.

Of course, he wasn't a complete jerk either. Even though he made it hard for anyone to believe.

Zero, with a long-enduring sigh, shifted his left arm under the sleeping Yuki to free his right arm and turn the door handle.

The door was locked.

He jerked the handle again for good measure. Definitely locked.

Furrowing his brows, he turned his head down at Yuki and eyed her body for pockets.

I mean, her lingerie for pockets. Er, sleeping garments, gown. Sleeping gown. Of course. He wasn't thinking that she wore lingerie, not that she would, since she didn't have that kind of underwear. He only knew that by accident, it wasn't like he wanted to know what kind of underwear she was wearing. He slightly grimaced and ceased his train of thought, knowing he would not win against this writer as long as the writer had the keyboard and he didn't. So instead, he turned his attention back to Yuki and molested her defenseless, innocent self with his eyes.

He glared at the writer through this sentence and, deciding not to tempt this writer with patting Yuki's body down with his free hand, gave her a slight shake and listened for the sound of jingling keys. He heard nothing.

Turning his head, he eyed the potted plants adorning the outside of doorway, then decided that the female dorm leader wasn't stupid enough to consider leaving a spare key inside or under the pots.

Of course, that did not rule out the other girls.

He placed his heel against the rim of one of the potted plants, and then stopped himself. If the dorm leader was as smart as he thought she was, she would check the pots on a daily basis to make sure unwanted visitors wouldn't be able to make any unsolicited visits at night. That, and he preferred not having to have to put a lot of effort just to get Yuki in her room, safe and sound.

But why did it have to be her room? He could just take her back to his dorm and let her stay the night. He had his room all to himself since he wasn't exactly a tolerable roommate. Of course, that meant that she would have the bed, and he would sleep on the floor. Unless he was willing to share—

He couldn't, since there was a chance that she could be discovered at the male dorm, and the consequences were dire. For both their reputations. Not that he had much of a good reputation to begin with, but that doesn't mean that he'd let Yuki's get sullied. Besides, it was too much work.

He could dress Yuki up as a boy using his clothes and sneak her out that way.

...

Wouldn't it be nice to see her in his—

No, it'd be too bothersome.

He could just go to the chairman's office and leave her there on the couch. At the risk of discovery by the Night Class.

But she would be protected by Kaname Kuran.

Hell no.


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Disliking the options this writer gave him using his "bad luck" as an excuse, he loudly kicked the door three times, using his already sour reputation as an excuse. Hmpf. Stuffy man. You'll remain a virgin forever.

He ignored the thoughts about his virginity that this writer wrote in his train of thought, and kicked the door three times, even more ferociously than the first time and without a care to Yuki's peaceful sleep. It was her fault that he was still alive, her fault that he was still suffering.

But of course, Zero, the writer typed in response to his self-derisive tirade before typing the sentence, "Yuki slowly slipped off her white panties without lifting the hem of her negligee, before winking at him and languidly sliding the tips of her fingers up her thighs, lifting up the hem of said negli—

He jerked and nearly dropped Yuki when the door opened with a start and a disgruntled dorm leader popped her head out.

Swinging the door open fully and still blinking at the angry-looking prefect holding the sleeping prefect in his arms, she whispered reproachfully, "You're not supposed to be here! And she's not supposed to leave the dorm at this time of night! What were you doing with her? What were you both doing? "

He glared at her. "Today was my turn to patrol the grounds and make sure no one tried to sneak off to the Night Class area."

"If it was your turn to patrol, what is she doing out here?"

"She was..." Figuring that he wasn't in the mood to lie or tell the entire truth, he muttered, "Helping me find something."

The dorm leader narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Like what?"

"None of your business."

"A condom?" Zero glared at her heatedly with the power to melt a twinkie. "A used condom?"

The dorm leader's suspicion grew as Zero remained silent. "Her virginity? Both your virginities?"

"Shut up. Don't automatically assume idiotic things about us."

Zero held his arms and the still sleeping Yuki out as far as he could, not trusting himself and definitely not this writer to keep his hands off of her—THAT'S RIGHT ZERO, YOU CAN'T KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!

"Here, take her!" Zero motioned at the dorm leader with his arms, shaking Yuki a bit, who slept on with an astonishing amount of endurance. The dorm leader gave him a tempered down, admonishing look.

"You expect me to carry her? That's rude! And besides, I don't even know where she's been." Zero scoffed at her.

"She's been in front of the dorm with me." The female dorm leader's eyes widened.

"You and her...in front of the dorm...both of you...?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said? We didn't do anything."

"...Is she drunk?"

"No."

"Did you drug her?"

"NO. Hurry up and take her so I can go back to my dorm. You're wasting my time."

The dorm leader paused for a moment before stepping aside to allow Zero to walk in. Closing the door softly, she whispered to him, "Her room is up on the second floor, number 57."

Zero noted mentally that he already knew that, avoiding further questioning from the annoying dorm leader about his sudden knowledge of Yuki's room number.


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The dorm leader took out the master key and unlocked the door. "I'll give you a minute, and we'll both forget that this ever happened, okay?"

Zero walked into the room and saw an empty bed that he automatically knew was Yuki's. He bent down and heard something fall to the floor. Looking down, he saw something shine and tapped it with his foot.

It was the key. No, looking closely at it, it was actually two keys stuck together, one for the front door, and one for the room. And it had fallen out of Yuki's back pocket.

Zero spent a long moment glaring a hole in the bed. Refusing to even spare the key(s) another glance, he released Yuki from his grasp. When he leaned back up, he discovered that Yuki hadn't yet released him from hers.

"Zerooo..." She murmured in a slightly irked tone, reluctant to having to change her sleeping position. "Sleep with me..." He looked at her warily before muttering, "You're too much of a bother." Now, imagine how much more of a bother she'd be if you both had actually—

"No!" He hissed under his breath, prying her fingers away from himself before rushing out of the room, down the stairs and out the door without so much as a goodbye.

The dorm leader eyed his retreating figure before it disappeared into the darkness before quietly noting to herself, "As far as love goes, he's such an innocent."


~Omake

His innocence was asserted by his inconvenient state of membrum virile erectum.