As Kaname can feel his old love stir, he begins to be uncertain of the future and has a reflection on the past.

Chapter Four | Little Talks

Kaname Kuran

Kaname watched over Yuki slumbering beneath the covers of her blanket, tucked in to recover from an attack she had received from wandering along town. There was no doubt in his mind that it wasn't random, the circumstances that occurred could not have been coincidental. As he ran a finger across her pale and cold cheek, he closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, providing warmth to her skin from his own. Suddenly, a slight sting in his hand causes him to pull away, something that had been occurring for the past four days. The source came from the ring he wore, it had always pierced him at various times throughout the day and night; to him, it was a calling, one he wasn't sure he was ready to answer. He had soon left Yuki in her state of unconsciousness, planning to return to her when the time was right.

His throat tightened at the lack of substance as he proceeded down the various hallways that lead him away from the school premises. He had planned to leave, but as he passed the academy's gate, his eyes became trained on a sleek black car parked neatly against the sidewalk. Even with the distance Kaname could tell who hid behind the tinted windows.

Quietly, the brown haired man watched intently as the windows slowly slid down, revealing the passengers inside. Ichijo, the pureblood sighed, vexed and could not be bothered by the antics of the pesky aristocrat regarding him with sharp, stark blue eyes.

"May I ask why you're here, Ichijo?." Kaname asked, the air growing tense and frigid from his darkening mood, the anger from Yuki's attack still bubbling within as he addressed the man before him.

Instead of a frown, the blond man greeted him with a smile, one that was rare and seemed sinister. The car door opened with a swift click and black dress shoes touched the pavement, a cane soon following."Such hostility Kaname, I wonder what has led you to be so?." The question was rhetoric, so Kaname did not answer, merely pursing his lips as he spoke, repeating his previous question, "What are you doing here?."

"Kaname?."

A bile grows in his throat as the jewel on his finger burned with much more intensity. He clenches his teeth, rubbing his tortured joint with his other hand, staring intently at the man before him.

"Well, my prince," The man began, painfully drawling on the words as he walked towards him, "I came to personally invite you and the rest of your night class to a soiree tomorrow night, I do hope you may attend."

Kaname hurries with a reply, "If I am able to, I will." He watches as Ichijo nods, turning away and back into the vehicle. The car grumbles to life before driving away. He sighs, closing his eyes and focusing on his throbbing hand. Darkness clouded his vision, but within a few moments he conjured up an image, it was hazy, but comprehensible.

"Why is he rejecting me?." Aurora spoke with hysteria, she stood in a spacious room, the tiles a sparkling white marble, above her was a gleaming lit chandelier. Her chestnut curls were held up into a loose roll, locks of hair pooling down. She wore a poised sanguine colored evening gown that hugged at her sides, the fabric only being held up by the thin straps on her shoulders.

Even if it was only a vision, her seething voice put him off.

"Your Grace, I do implore that Lord Kaname-"

She interjected the woman she conversed with a somber expression, "Who is Yuki?." The other woman sputtered for an answer, but could only come with incoherence.

Kaname could feel everything go around him go cold, especially the ring, the air growing more and more ailing as her lips pressed tightly together, "Leave." she said after a while, her voice quiet and tiny and the other female does not hesitate to do so. A sudden burst of searing heat ran along his hand to his entire arm, he snapped out of his focus, opening his eyes and ripped the bijou from his finger, watching it fall against the pavement.

"You could feel that, can't you?."

The words were haunting and filled with so much choler that he couldn't help but let out a shaky sigh, his hands quivering as he picked up the gem from the floor and placed into his hand one again, shutting his eyes tightly before whispering, "Aurora." It was simple, but to him, it was enough. Kaname disregarded leaving the premises and returned back to head for his dorms, deciding to rest, but an underlying goal on his mind, find Aurora.

The time Kaname had planned to lay asleep were unwelcoming, leaving him to his poisonous thoughts as he stayed inside the layer of the blankets. The ring hadn't bothered him during the entire duration of going back into his dorm. The sun hung loosely in the sky, retreating into the horizon to provide it's warmth to the other side of the planet. He should have been up and ready, but he informed the others of his absence for the night. They were teeming with worry over him, their beloved king, confused to what ailed him so.

Even if sleep could not grace itself to him, he could still dream.

"Do you love me?." Aurora asked, fear evident on her already crestfallen face, her hands twirled the hem of her night gown. He stares at her with complete and utter confusion at her words, but he does not dwell on it, "Of course, why do you doubt?."

She swallows thickly, and he expects her to reassure him that she does not have any uncertainty about his affection, but she says otherwise, "For many reasons." Kaname stares grow in intensity that she turns away from his gaze, taking interest in her palms resting on her lap, "Is there another reason you wanted the elixir?."

"Auror-"

"Kaname." She interjects, her voice forlorn, "Tell me, stop evading, please." Desperation etched onto her already tired face and he looks away from her pleading gaze. He does not answer her.

"You're cruel." Aurora slips into silent cries, "How could you?."

He spoke with ease, unfazed by her hurt, she had always caved in, how could this be any different?, "You knew, do not play innocent, you made me this way." Kaname suddenly felt a sting of pain rippling against his pale cheek and the air in his lungs escaped from the abrupt action.

"No one made you the vindictive bastard you are, you did that yourself." She says quietly, her tone unnervingly calm, "I'm surprised that I didn't see it sooner, but foolish hopes, right?."

Kaname sighed, the tips of his finger tracing his cheek, eyes still closed. He remembered vividly what had happened next, how could he not?, it was the last time he saw her. Strangely enough, she had not left after the altercation and slipped back into his bed, holding him as if she did not find out his heinous crimes; even engaging in ardent sex with him, but when the morning light stifled in, she was gone; like smoke. Kaname could not say he did not expect it, in fact, he did nothing, for he knew, in the back of his mind, she would return.

She would feel the ache in her chest and she would come crawling back into his embrace, he was sure of it; and for five years he had been patient, living lavishly in the villa he had built, waiting for her appear again. However, it was brought to him she had died and the world had stopping spinning. He spent the rest of the days before his impending ten thousand year slumber residing within a small, remote village, completely leaving behind his pureblood title.

Kaname spent roughly four decades there, reflecting on his lost love and his haughty behavior that drove her away from him. The townsfolk had rarely visited his abode deep within a secluded forest, but when they suspected him of being one of the blood-thirsty creatures of the night, they came for his head. Of course, he had slaughtered half of them before leaving.

He traveled along for weeks until he came across a single cottage, a horse standing obediently in the cool twilight, it's sleek white fur illuminated by the gleaming moonlight and it made the animal seemingly ghost-like. Kaname recalled unfathomable hunger coursing through his veins and he had went in for a swift kill, but a robed figure halted his advances.

Kaname felt his back clash with the cold dirt beneath as he could feel weight being applied onto his torso.

"Didn't anyone tell you to not touch things that aren't yours?." The voice was feminine, firm, and more importantly, humorless.

Through his lashes, his russet eyes examined the body hovering above him, her slender palms tightly gripped each of his wrist, pushing against him. Her scent was a mix of lavender and wood-smoke, slightly poking from the tender flesh of her lips, sharp and white teeth were visible. Her eyes were a soft amber, detached and calculating.

"No, I do not believe so." He murmurs, jerking himself forwards, now ending on top of her, studying how her chestnut curls splayed around her from the sudden movements, her hood slipped off her head.

She takes a few moments to stare at him. "Another monster, yes?."

Kaname opened his eyes, suddenly feeling scared to breathe, a cool sweat trickled down his forehead as he remembered. The incident at the cottage all those centuries ago flowered a friendship, one that had grown into something else entirely. He knew that Aurora was oblivious, she could not peer into his thoughts, he didn't allow her to. Not yet.

I'm sorry. The words were foreign, Aurora was always the one to say them anyway, each time she did, however, she was not the perpetrator. A faint noise echoed the room, a moan, almost muffled, "Kaname, please."

He was frustrated in more ways than one.

Author's Note:

Thank you guys for your reviews!, especially Myra, also, I do hope I answered part of your question in the story about Aurora/hooded woman. For the second part, Kaname seems to know of her existence and seems very put-off, but don't worry, they'll be meeting very, very soon and Aurora's mood next chapter will give you a very good perception on what it would be like.

Hoped you enjoyed this one and I hurry up the next update.