Pizzicato
Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight.
Interlude
Rido paced back and forth in the den, muttering to himself. Something was troubling him. However, the source of the trouble was unknown. Was it blood? It couldn't be. For Juuri was too bitter and Haruka was sweet. Sweeter than nectar, if that was possible.
"Rido," Mr. Kuran interrupted. He stopped moving.
"Father?"
The master of Kuran House walked into the room with his hands behind his back. He expression seemed hesitant as he opened his mouth. "It has come to my decision...that I would rather you marry your sister, rather than your brother."
Rido raised an eyebrow. "Do tell."
Mr. Kuran washesitant. He would have to explain his answer to Rido, and answer questions that his son held. Why was this his decision?
"It was a sudden. You will not be answered," Mr. Kuran finished. He bowed before backing out of the doorway.
Rido glanced over towards the door. "What's the rush?"
His father stopped dead in his tracks and stood to his full height. "N-Nothing is wrong, son."
"Don't lie. You're stuttering."
"Are you accusing me of lying?" Mr. Kuran hissed, his volume growing.
"No father. I--"
"Haruka is incapable of being in a committed relationship! He spends his days on top of that clock tower sleeping, rather than studying! He is immature and shows no interest in marriage!"
"Haruka is immature," Rido said nonchalantly. Yawning, he stretched his arms out in a cat-like movement before rubbing the back of his neck, lazily. "I am going to retire to my study. Good night."
Without another word, Rido slipped into the dark corridors of the Kuran manor. As he stalked his way down the dark halls, he passed his mother.
"Rido."
"Yes?"
"I'm surprised your father didn't lose his temper."
He glanced over his shoulder with a slight sigh. "Good night, motther."
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Soft rays of sunlight beamed through the cracks of the window curtain. A tranquil Haruka Kuran was fast sleep under his mountain of white sheets. All was well before a certain interruption aroused him.
"Master Haruka," the monotonous butler coughed. The young master of the house pulled his blanket over his head and turned towards the opposite direction.
"Master Haruka is so cute when he's asleep!" one of the maids giggled.
"Isn't he?" the other one agreed. The butler turned and gave them threatening glances.
"Master Haruka."
Haruka cracked open his left eye. "What?"
"Your family's tea party is today."
"Damn," he cursed. "What time is it?"
"Precisely quarter to noon."
Groaning, Haruka shielded his eyes from the light with his arm.
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Mrs. Kuran greeted her daughter with a nod as she stepped into the dining room. "Juuri."
"Mother."
"I will have you know that members of the council will be attending this event."
"How so?"
Mrs. Kuran grimaced. "Your best behavior, Juuri."
Sighing, Juuri placed her cup on to the saucer and stood up. "Please excuse me, mother."
"I'll have you know that the Ichijou House will be attending."
"That's...interesting to know. Please excuse me."
Juuri strided away quickly, avoiding anymore conversation with the woman who had plotted this scheme from the beginning. It was obvious. The mistress of the Kuran House had something up her sleeve, and would take action--even without the master's consent.
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"Master Asato," an Ichijou servant bowed as the elder man stepped into the carriage. "Your son is waiting for you."
He nodded to the servant before turning to his own son as he entered the velvet interior.
"The Kuran's are interesting after all," Ichijou Hikaru smiled.
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Note: Hikaru Ichijou is supposedly Takuma's dad. (I like The Ichijou's...so they had to make an appearance!) And yay for the 2008 Beijing Olympics!