Pizzicato
Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight.
Note: Sibling...love.
Dolce
Haruka struggled to get on his feet. With a wound, caked in blood, with a provocative, intoxicating scent, he knew that he had to away. But the scenery was breathtaking. He kept his eyes closed and longed for the touch of the piercing flakes that would blanket his cold face and midnight-colored hair.
He let out a breath and reached out to the sky with his hand.
"Juuri."
Haruka opened his eyes and blinked away the snow that laced his eyes closed.
"How cold," he cursed as he brushed away at the tiny crystals.
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"What?" he asked as he stepped into the room.
"H-Haru..ka!" Juuri shouted, stunned. She clasped her hand over her mouth. "How--What--How did you get in here?"
He pointed over his shoulder. "You have too many windows, so I chose the one that was farthest."
"O-Oh," she stuttered.
There was a long awkward silence as the two stood in the dark room. Juuri rubbed her elbow and glanced out the window. Haruka rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and looked away in the opposite direction. She tried hard not to steal glimpses of him while 'pretending' to stare at the scenery. He was simply too careless to care.
"A-Are you still mad?"
Haruka turned his head. "Well...no."
The silence returned as the two stood face to face. However, their distance remained out of reach.
Why is it? Why is it that we avoid each other?
"Did he get you?"
Juuri turned her head. "What?"
"Did he get you?" Haruka repeated, annoyed. He moved over and sat on her bed.
"What do you mean?"
He flopped on to his back and gave her a sideways glance. "I see that mark on your neck."
"Oh! T-This! Rido didn't-"
"Face it," Haruka interrupted, "you're a terrible liar."
The princess sighed. "You're right. I ama terrible liar. Haruka, where did you go?"
No answer.
"Haru? Are you mad at me?"
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The wind brushed Haruka's face as he stood on his feet. His fingers were cold. But they were always cold.
"Time to see that stupid girl," he muttered half-heartily.
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"Stupid..." he said quietly.
Juuri turned her head. "Haru? Are you asleep?"
She walked over to find her brother sprawled on to his side. His chest rose slowly as he took quiet breaths. Leaning over, she poked him. "Haruka? Wake up. Haruka."
There was no movement. She frowned. "Hey! Wake up!" she said, shaking him violently. "Haruka Kuran!"
"Shut-up!" he growled.
Juuri jumped back. Brushing away at the strands of hair that covered his smooth skin, she touched his forehead with the back of her hand. "You're cold."
She moved next to him. With her finger, she traced her finger along his temple down to his jawline, and then back up, stopping at his cheekbone. With her hand, she cupped his face and shifted closer, allowing their noses to touch.
"You're so impulsive," she whispered as she stroked his cheek. "Grow up, Haru." Smiling she moved closer and gingerly pressed her lips against his. She inhaled his wintry scent and felt the warmth of his lips. For once, there was nothing cold about him. She backed away and placed her head close to the base of his neck where she sniffed the scent of blood.
"Blood?"
"Don't even think about it," he warned.
Juuri's eyes widened as she stumbled on to her feet. "You're...You were awake the whole time!?"
Haruka narrowed his eyes. "I'm a light sleeper. You should know that by now."
The atmosphere grew tense as Haruka glanced up at his sister, who touched her lips with her fingers.
"Come here."
"What?"
"I said, come here," Haruka ordered.
Juuri moved back over to him. He looped his right arm around her waist and pulled her down. Their lips crashed into each other as he supported her head with his heft hand, drawing close. Juuri weaved her fingers into his soft, dark hair as his hand moved up and down her back.
This display is sad, my dearest...
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