A/n: It has been forever! Sorry for the lateness (bows numerous times) Nevertheless, I have not forgotten and hope this chapter makes you interested in the fic again. Thanks for the wait!
Chapter 3
Hunger
Her sheets turned with her body. Mizuki jumped up within her bed as her eyes stared out with the atmosphere of her room. Her cream night grown hung onto her drenched form as she wiped her forehead from the sweat. She looked to her right to see the mid afternoon sun hiding halfway behind the tall, green trees. She was in bed—she felt a sigh release.
"It was a dream. It was only a dream…." She whispered as her head fell into her hands.
She never had such a dream as that in her life, and it only made things difficult to cultivate. All she could see in that moment was Troy's horrid face and deep red eyes piercing her very soul.
As she continued to reflect on the dream, Takuma slowly opened the door. He carried a bundle of manga within his grasps and a smile on his face when he could hear that Mizuki was awake. He peered in and walked into the center of her room with a serene face until he saw Mizuki still in bed.
"Zuzu-chan, are you okay?" asked Takuma as he placed the books onto her floor slowly.
The raven hair vampire looked over to the tall vice president and observed his worried expression on his face. Her lips lined yet her ruby eyes did not hold a focus to him. In one moment, Troy's face reflected within Takuma's—her eyes widened horribly to the image.
"Mizuki…."
When he called out her name, the pureblood felt a tear slide down her cheek, surprising them both. "Dammit, I'm crying. I am so sorry, Takuma-sama."
"It's okay, Mizuki," stated Takuma as he moved to sit beside her.
"Purebloods are strong, and yet I'm crying." The tears increased down her face, which made the girl shield her eyes from him.
"There's nothing wrong with that."
Her eyes looked up to the older vampire, her anxious eyes brushing against his calm ones. The tears streamed down one last time as Takuma wiped the last ones with his fingers. It was different—the cool hand against her face. Though he was a vampire, his touch was warm and filled with care. It was so unlike, something she ever noticed. Her eyes shifted as appreciation and affection clouded the negative feeling within them as she looked to him.
"Thank you, Takuma-sama," she whispered, placing her smaller hand onto his.
"Of course. If you want to speak to me about it, I will be here for you, Mizuki-chan," he spoke gripping onto her hand.
She shifted, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I just had a bad dream," she spoke looking out onto window.
"I see…Well, it is only a dream. Look what I have brought you."
Takuma happily bounced off the bed to the floor and picked up one of the mangas. He looked over to Mizuki, waving the first volume to her. She raised her eyebrow slightly, but he just smiled happily on the floor as he threw the book into her lap. Books, she thought. Well, mangas, she corrected.
"It's called Rebirth. It's a vampire manga from Korea; It's really good!" he chirped as he placed the pile of manga beside her bed.
"You brought these to me?" Mizuki asked while opening to the first page.
"Yep! I just thought you might like to see what I like since you sang to me," he replied getting up from the floor.
She looked up at him and recaptured the same day he discussed. He looked within her song, reading things she never thought anyone could understand. Takuma associated himself with her for a bit, but he wanted to open a bigger connection, she presumed. The raven hair vampire smirked for a moment as she crept out her bed. He was quite kind.
"Thank you, Takuma-sama," she spoke as she stood in front of him.
He turned to her with a simple smile on his face and bowed gracefully.
"Of course, Zuzu-chan," spoke Takuma before walking out.
"Please, call me Mizuki-chan." She smiled. "And only you call me Mizuki-chan." He grinned.
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As day became night, Zero and Yuki began their watch together through the school ground. They ran side by side, up and down the school while blending in with the trees and buildings. It was their nightly ritual before heading to their rooms, but neither truly felt bothered by it. Surprisingly, this was the time to themselves without class, students, or Kaname.
"Zero, let's take a break for a moment."
The silver hair boy looked over to his partner as they both landed on the steps to the school. Yuki, feeling the ritual finally getting to her, let her body take a seat on the same steps.
"Yuki…. are you and Kaname…." He felt his words wanting to come out, but he decided to close his mouth. It was better not to ask.
"What is it, Zero? You can ask me whatever you like." Yuki stood in front of him looking within his expression to find his question.
"I know how you feel about Kaname. I can feel it in your blood, but I can also feel something about me," he spoke, looking away from her.
Yuki stood motionless, feeling her cheeks absorb the warmth from her blood as she thought. Her feelings were something of a mystery for her. Of course, she knew she loved Kaname, maybe or maybe not in a lover's way, but she knew the affection and admiration was real. When he touched her in a tight embrace the night he asked to see her, she was in simple bliss. But she knew that there was a side within her emotions that asked if it was right. If she was embracing the right person. Now she understood whom she was thinking.
"Zero, I—" Her words were caught off, watching the silver hair boy coming closer to her.
"Then embrace me."
"What!"
"I want to see and feel what you let Kuran-sempai feel." His voice sounded more like a plea than a command. It was as if he needed the affection. Yuki brushed her gaze with his, contemplating if this was for the best or not. Her mind could not answer, so her instinct took over—she felt her limbs give, walking to him—his eyes were so beautifully sad.
"Come here." With that said, he lunged to her, feeling her slender arms wrap around him so tightly. Her arms so slender yet engulfed his emotions. He sighed, letting his own frustration dissolve for the moment…their moment.
They stayed like this for moments, her head resting on his chest, his head nuzzling into the crevice of her neck. She could not deny that this moment moved her. Maybe not the same way she felt when she felt Kaname in her grasp, but the way he longed to hold her—he needed her…. Her mind told her she stop, her heart told her that he was his friend, but this moment, she could see the reality of what they held.
He was the one to pull back, quicker than what he wanted. His eyes brightened—a scarlet color. His mouth was tingling, hoping to pierce her neck for her blood. He knew the desire, the need to drink her delicious blonde. Yet, at this moment, he did not want to ruin it with such selfish wishing. Zero's eyes brushed against his partner, wondering what she felt. He saw her, the Yuki that was concern for his health and his life.
"Yuki…I" Words were slipping from his mind; he could not collect them the way he wanted.
"It's okay, Zero. If you ever need me, I'll be here." She smiled, brushing her hand against his skin. "I promise."
He closed his eyes, feeling the frustration peer through his mind again. She promised. Why did people make promises they could not keep? It would be truthful if he did not see the way he looked at him—the way he looked at Kaname.
He turned away from her, not wanting to say more—the time has left them.
"Come on, we have a job to do." With that, he ran through the night, not looking back at the person he cared for the most in this world.
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"Kaname."
The dorm president looked away from the window, drifting his eyes back at the pureblood girl standing in front of another window. He watched her touch the smooth glass, her eyes focusing on nothing in particular. Yet the way she looked outward into the night—her ruby eyes were searching for something. Maybe answers, maybe something to make her full, he thought. This actually made him focus on her.
"Have you ever bit a human?"
He looked over, chuckling at the naivety of her question.
"Of course I have." He paused, shifting his eyes to his window once more. "It's a natural instinct for a vampire…but that does not mean that I like it."
She turned to him, brushing her ruby eyes with his. He spoke the truth; many discussions they had were about vampires' need for blood, the ranking of vampires within the school, how the true utopia of life with vampires and human could be achieved. Blood, such a pool of scarlet liquid that tasted sweet and delicious, was the root of their race's evil intention. Tonight however, Mizuki was calling out to Kaname—hoping to reach an answer.
"What is it?" The president felt the air turn, observing the female's stiffness. "Have you taken a student here?"
Mizuki quickly shook her head, placing her hand softly on her chest. " I w-wouldn't—it's just my mind is on nothing but an incident—it happened to a dear friend. I bit a human boy when I was in America."
The raven hair girl looked out the window, following her eyes on several Night class students walking along the balcony of the school. Maybe it was time for her to understand why, she thought.
"Tell me of your lineage, Zuzu-chan."
She turned to him, wondering of his command. He knew everything of her family—even more than she knew. Yet, what was his motive for such? She wrapped her arms around her body, her ruby eyes glistening within the night to him.
"I am from the Yamada and Henry clan," she started. "Both clans, made from two separate clans—one from Japan, the other from North America. Both clans survived many centuries, holding their position underground from humanity's knowing, yet they reign quite high in vampire societies."
"Yet why are you a pureblood?" asked Kaname, letting his fingers trailed his hair.
Her mouth opened, but words were not formed. She had to know; yet her mind was vague. She was educated to know her family, from each ancestor, but somehow they forming and why she was still praised as a pureblood—she still did not understand it.
"Let me tell you a secret."
Kaname stood from his chair, walking up to her. His eyes, cool and calm, collected her awaiting vision.
"The truth is that the two clans are actually the same."
Mizuki's eyes fluttered slightly, her lips forming into a thin line. She kept silent, hoping he would continue with explanation.
"Your clan is the Yamada clan prominently," he continued, his eyes shifting from her to the window. "Your clan was very fierce, at first, very prideful. Yet a small group did not want to be overcome by greed of power. The difference of the group—one thirsted to overpower human since they were a thirst they could not control. The other wanted peace—so they broke off, moving to be part of a different society within the world to make their own."
"So, my father's clan—"
"They are the example of vampires wanting peace between humans and vampires," he concluded. "It is safe to say that they believe to have morals of sparring human lives."
Mizuki felt herself becoming aware. She could see the difference between the clans now because of the mention. Her father was quite admirable and quite calm when it came to power within the relationships between humans and vampire—even when the incident with Troy, his father took him away, protecting her from the turmoil of what she was. Her mother, a true Yamada, established the necessity of her ruling with her nobility and her stature in the vampire society. Mizuki touched her chest, understanding the connections of her family to her—a true pureblood.
"Mizuki—" Kaname took his hand to her chin, cupping it for her to focus on him. "Dreams may indicate something you try to suppress—You are very well like your father's clan, but to really understand, you must embrace both clans and both views."
"Kaname-sempai…"
"It is survival to drink, yet you may disagree with it." He closed his eyes. "Use the tablets, okay?"
Mizuki crept her hand to his, touching with sheer admiration and affection for his consoling words. She knew what he meant—such kindness. Though it may not be for her own existence, she knew his words would help soothe her.
Kaname took his hand away, slightly smiling from her own smile.
"Thank you, Kaname. I think I understand now," spoke Mizuki.
"You're welcome, Zuzu-chan." He glanced to her, turning slightly to the door. " You can come in, Aido."
Mizuki turned, seeing the door slightly move. She wondered, but the door crept open—Aido timidly walked in. His lips, pulled into an apologetic smile, made the female pureblood slightly smile in sheer amusement. He walked in, his head and back arched forward, as his fingers ran through his tangled blonde locks.
"M-my sincerest apologies—I was only here to call you for class." His voice was in such a mess—strained, sheepish, childlike. The raven hair vampire deepened her cunning smile.
"It's alright, Aido. Our conversation was not too personal," spoke Kaname glancing to Mizuki.
"Yet, it could have been!" Aido jumped slightly to Mizuki's word, seeing the pureblood shake her finger at him. "You cannot do things like that, Aido-sama."
"Yes, ma'am." He bowed repeatedly, feeling worse than when he was caught.
Mizuki shook her head, locking her hands together. Yet when he pulled up from his bowing, she grinned. She was only joking, he presumed. Their eyes met for a moment, his body relaxed and she just felt her worries of her hunger leave her.
"My, maybe I should be the one to leave." Kaname's words made the two sprung up a bit in their stance, a glow of scarlet touching both of their faces.
"It's not like that!" they both unison, but the damage was done.
Kaname looked at the two, letting his hand cover his lips bending upward. He noticed many things about Aido—his strong affection for him, his alluring suave demeanor for attention from the humans, his childlike attitude to rules. Yet to think, an attraction was made and both shared a small something—it was quite comical to see.
As his eyes looked onto his younger vampires, a shadow of a certain girl crept passed the door. He felt his breath held, seeing her dark brunette hair flow through the window. She was so fast and he wanted to catch her.
"If you excuse me—I must tend to something before I go to the classroom." He looked to the two, seeing the slight bow and curtsy given from their forms. "You may take your time here."
With one last smile, he walked past them, closing the door behind him. Now it was only two—a noble and a pureblood. Mizuki glanced to the door, wondering where the dorm president was going while Aido's eyes fetched to her form.
"Are you okay, Zuzu-chan?" It was a sudden questioned—it made her look to him.
His icy blue looked onto her form, carrying a sense of slight urgency and concern. She was used to his playful expression—it carried such worries away from the scene. Nevertheless, it changed, focusing on her to answer. Mizuki slipped her hands onto his, cupping them around.
"I'm fine," she honestly replied. "Did you hear what we were talking about?"
"Y-yes…. I was very surprised to hear about your lineage."
Mizuki made a small face. "I'm surprised myself." His family must be hiding something from her, she presumed.
"Anyway, if you ever need anything, I will be here to help you," piped in Aido.
His hands wrapped around hers, letting his glance reach her to listen. Mizuki looked up to him, her lips piercing his vision with a small smile as her head gave only a slight nod. He did not know enough from who she truly was and how she really thought, but he wanted to be close to her. To protect her when she needed to be tended. He placed his hands to her shoulders, slightly pulling her to him.
"If you ever need to quench your hunger—" his lips parted a moment, deciding if he wanted to finish. "—My blood is for you to take."
The raven hair girl's eyes gazed at him, opening slightly to the amazement of his offer. She remember many times when she asked her father of vampires giving blood to one another, it was a sign of affection, love, and admiration. To think that Aido simply invited her to take his blood so easily—it must be for her position as a pureblood.
"Thank you—But you don't have to do that just because I'm a pureblood," spoke Mizuki, swatting at his hand.
"I'm not—I'm doing it for you."
Before she could think, he took her into his arm, engulfing his form with hers. Aido swept his head over hers, smelling the sweet aroma of her existence. He knew he was being too bold, maybe too naïve to what she might think of his actions—but his hunger was wanting. He hungered to touch her, to please her, to protect her. Mizuki had trouble with her hunger for blood, the morality and the consequences of it, but Aido was having trouble with his own hunger—he thirsted for her attention.
TBC
A/N: Sorry for the lateness… I just have been so focused on my Ouran High School Host Club fic, I kinda lost the focus in this fic. Now, I'm going to gradually and evenly work on the both of them—I hope this chapter made up for the time. I think the next chapter will be very pleasing (a lot more KanamexYukixZero focus with a little more TakumaxMizukixAido)
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