Once again I've written a chapter that is not very Yori/Kaname. In fact, it may be OOC. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own VK.

Aido could feel Yori's intent gaze upon him. He had noticed it this morning. Despite inquiring if she had something bothering her, she had replied no, and continued staring. The hair on his body prickled at the unwanted attention as he ate his lunch. He put a spoonful of rice in his mouth as Yori asked, "What gets you in the mood?"

Aido gasped then began to choke. He waved his arms in panic. Yori stood up, ready to perform the Heimlich maneuver on him. However having recovered, Aido raised a hand, keeping her away. Wide teary eyes stared at her. Voice hoarse, he asked, "What?"

Yori sat down contemplating how to explain. Tilting her head, he eyes wandering aimlessly until they landed on two students approaching their table. They wore day class uniforms, but Yori knew they were from the night class. She remembered the tall, brown-haired boy whom had given her Pocky as Shiki. The girl with calm, blue eyes was Rima. Yori wasn't too acquainted with them, so she was unsure of what to do, or say. They took the seats on either side of Aido, across from her. As quickly as they appeared they spoke.

"You ought to just sexually harass him until he gives in to his needs." Nodding Rima added, "If you want to be more subtle drop hints in your words and gestures."

Aido sputtered in a whisper, "What are you doing here? What are you saying?"

Shiki turned towards Aido. "Kaname-sama asked us to take over your job for a bit. He wants to see you." Aido blanched. Had Kaname-sama heard Yori's question just now? Shakily, he moved to go, but Rima stopped him. "Give him this note."

Shiki grabbed Yori's forearm making her stand. "We have to go." Confused, but not worried she followed them. He explained that they had modeling job to do today. Kaname-sama was going to be angry when he knew they had hauled her to their photo shoot. However, he had not wanted to listen when they tried to tell him about it. Also they did not want to deliver the letter that Rima had passed on to Aido.

Wordlessly, Rima handed Yori a letter. Opening it she learned it was from Kaito-sensei, or rather H.A. There was going to be a ball involving the hunters and vampires. H.A. wanted her to attend. Her identity as a pure-blood wouldn't be exposed, but she was required to go. She was not sure what to think, but having a ball seemed odd, especially one that included vampires and hunters.

Aido made his way tentatively toward Kaname. "You wanted to see me, Kaname-sama?"

He waited for a reply. Three minutes passed, doubling Aido's dread. Kaname simply sat back, looking out the window. Turning his head the slightest bit, he said, "No. Not really."

"…um, well, Rima gave me this letter addressed to you," Aido said, holding out the letter. Taking it, he slowly tore it open, idly reading its contents. He rose from his seat suddenly, grabbing Aido by the jacket of his day class uniform and rushing to headmaster Cross' home. Barging in, he kicked open Kaien's office door. He demanded, "Where is Sayori?"

Kaien's glasses slipped down his nose as he stared at Kaname. He composed himself fast, smiling cunningly at Kaname. It was not often that he saw him act this way. He was going to make him ask nicely before giving him the answer he sought.

Yori was mesmerized by how elegantly Rima and Shiki posed. Their poses were fluid movements, not truly pausing to be captured. It was more like each move was deliberately done without haste. For a moment they slowed holding their bodies' action, their eyes saying many things. Even before now, Yori had realized there was an allure about their presence.

Sitting in a corner of the set where she was unobtrusive, her mind wandered. Kaito had apparently come across the two models on a hunt. Shiki had said he seemed to be in a hurry. He had asked them to deliver the letters. They had agreed to do it, but in return they asked he supply them with a year's worth of Pocky. Scowling in displeasure he had unexpectedly said it was a deal. Closing her eyes, trying to imagine how he must have looked in that moment. She smiled, amused.

She opened her feeling a shadow fall over her. Rima and Shiki were looking down at her. There was a mischievous glint in their gaze. "We finished," Rima said.

Yori remarked, "That was fast."

Shiki said, smiling, "Yes. Now we're going shopping."

For Yori it was a fast and hard experience to go 'shopping' with Shiki and Rima. She was not allowed to pick anything. All she had to do was follow along. They did not state it, but it became apparent. There were many beautiful clothes that she stopped to look carefully. When she glanced up at Shiki and Rima, it was quite the opposite for them. Rima picked out several shirts, skirts and dresses without really looking. Shiki kept up by grabbing shoes and other accessories. All the items were given to a store clerk. Only then did Rima and Shiki stop to turn and look at an unsure Yori. They advanced on her.

"It's your turn to model for us," Shiki said. Hooking his left arm with Yori's right arm and Rima doing the same to her left arm she was dragged to a large, ornate dressing room. It had a large mirror and a cushioned bench along one wall to sit on. The floor was carpeted with a thick rug. Heavy curtains separated the room and Yori from her companions. Her first outfit was passed to her through the curtains. Yori would have taken her time trying on each item except the two models threatened to come inside and dress her. If she didn't dress swiftly she'd be as Rima had said: 'their doll'. The tone in her voice made Yori make haste.

Once she stepped out of the room to show them how the clothes fit her , they asked her from their comfortable couch, holding steaming cups of coffee to model the clothes as if she were walking on a runway. Yori, despite feeling awkward, did it. Soon a steady pace was set and she walked more naturally.

After the fifth outfit Yori lost count. She put on skirts, socks, belts dresses automatically as they were handed to her. When all they had picked out had been tried on Yori was relieved and exhausted. She waited for them in that same room to pay for what they insisted they were going to buy her. They returned empty handed. Holding a finger to his lips, Shiki said, "It's a surprise."

Heading to the exit Rima and Shiki stopped abruptly. Yori followed their line of sight to find a livid Kaname. He turned to leave without uttering a word. All three understood they should follow him. They rode in the same car in utter silence. Kaname's face remained emotionless. Perhaps there was nothing revealing what he was thinking, but Yori sensed his ire. Arriving at the academy the vehicle came to a stop in front of the Moon dorms.

Looking ominous Kaname said, "Everyone get out." He turned to the driver. "That includes you." Turning forward again he grabbed Yori by the back of her collar. "Not you."

She closed the door then stayed completely still. She had not felt like this in a while. She actually wanted to run away from Kaname. Instead she removed his hand from her collar and climbed onto his lap. She gave him a peck on the lips. "Punish me for what they did."

Sitting back, he replied, "Persuade me." Kaname had to force himself to keep scowling. His lips twitched. He wanted to grin. Only his eyes glimmered with enjoyment. Yori backed off, kneeling before him on the floor of the car, bowing. Her action caught Kaname off guard. His mouth fell agape, he stared at her.

"Please forgive them, Kaname-sempai." Yori stopped, "That's not right." Thinking of better words to express humility in asking forgiveness, she said, "Kaname-sama, I—Ah!"

The very mention of that honorific, coming from his beloved Sayori's lips, brought Kaname out of his stupor, making him upset all over again. He yanked Yori up by the wrist using his left hand, forcing her chin up with his right hand, so that she'd look at his face. She stared at him, surprised. His lips were turned down, eyes glowering. "Fine, they will be forgiven and you shall receive their punishment. First," he said, encircling her waist tightly and pulling her to sit on his lap, "you will have to sit on my lap if I say so, regardless of location, or who happens to be present."

"What is the second part of the punishment?"

She did not seem to be taking him seriously at all. Keeping a strong hold on her, Kaname let his left hand travel up Yori's leg, under her skirt to the hemline of her panties. She tensed, grabbing Kaname's shoulders, leaning against him. Her face warmed as she gazed at his neck and considered latching her mouth onto it. She shut her eyes, focusing on Kaname's touch. Her heartbeat accelerated, her breath growing heavier. Lifting her up the slightest bit he took off her underwear tucking it away in the back pocket of his pants' uniform.

Sayori felt his arm release her. She opened her eyes, disappointed. Suddenly she was pushed to lie on her back. His right hand captured her wrists, holding them above her head, the other holding her right thigh firmly, his right knee pressing her leg against the seat. Languidly he moved to rest his ear on her chest. His lips formed into a satisfied smile that lost its form as he lifted his head to look at her.

He let go of her, sitting on the floor, his back against the opposite seats, setting his elbows on them. Yori stayed were she was reluctant to move, or let this moment end. "Secondly, you are going with me to that dance," he said, then waved his hand gesturing to the door. "That's all. You may go."

Yori sat up with a start, staring at Kaname. He returned the stare. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but then I will punish Hanabusa."

This was clearly an exorbitant ultimatum. Aido hadn't done anything wrong and going to such an event with Kaname was going to attract a lot of unwanted attention. Nonetheless, Yori didn't worry long. She was too happy to be going as Kaname's date. Her happiness began in her stomach, welling up to her mouth, escaping her in laughter. Settling down, she nodded. "I'll go with you."

She turned to go, but paused with her hand on the door handle. Sheepish, she turned back to Kaname. He noted her cheeks turned a pleasantly pink color. Her eyes askance she held her hand out, bending her slender fingers uniformly. At her beckoning Kaname sat forward, understanding what she meant. He feigned confusion, pretending to be clueless about what she wanted.

He'd be elated that she had accepted, except he wasn't because she was making it impossible. She had readily agreed under a threat Aido would suffer otherwise. For that reason, this deliciously gratifying situation gave him an advantage he was going to exploit. Yori needed to be teased mercilessly, physically and mentally.

"Kaname," she mumbled, fumbling with her skirt. Ignoring her feeble hint, he fake yawned and leaned back. Giving her a pointed look, he said, "State what you want."

I hope you liked this chapter. Would you like something to happen between Yori and Kaname in that car? Let me know.