Pizzicato

Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight.

Note: More...brotherly love.

Rondo

Asato cleared his throat as the pair approached his son. "Hikaru. Let me introduce you to Haruka Kuran."

"Nice to finally meet you," he replied with a grin that exposed his straight, pearly teeth.

Haruka winced inwardly at the newcomer and shook his hand. "Same here."

He noticed the handsome--but rather feminine features of the vampire. His green eyes shimmered like the lake water, which made Haruka question his gender. And his hair was a warm, honey color...which made Haruka question the young Ichijou's gender even further.

If I close my eyes...I won't have to witness any pain.

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"I'm tired..." Rido yawned as he sat down at a table.

"How can you be tired when it's practically daytime?" Haruka answered. He leaned against a pillar next to the table, as his eyes followed a dancing Juuri. Her silky, brown tresses flowed and bounced as she waltzed. The white chiffon dress that adorned her tiny frame, fluttered about as she turned. Haruka couldn't help but smile at the stunning creature, moving about with elegance. However, it didn't hurt to frown at her partner, who was none other than the Hikaru Ichijou.

"Jealous, much?" Rido asked, yawning once again.

"No," he lied.

"About Hikaru Ichijou..."

"What about him?"

"He seems..." Rido paused, scratching his wild head of hair. "Feminine."

Haruka raised an eyebrow at his older brother. "You finally noticed?"

Rido shook his head and let out another yawn. "I was only implying."

Shrugging, Haruka moved away from his brother and wove his way through the crowds of socializing nuts.

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The air was cool. It was the beginning of winter, but it felt like spring, for the snow that had fallen days ago, had seemed to completely vanish. Inhaling, Haruka followed the cobblestone path down to its end before turning on to a much more secluded path that followed. He followed the puzzling path until reaching his destination. The old Kuran clock tower.

The ancient clock tower had been around for a few centuries, and was still working. It would toll its bell at the beginning of each hour, and would serve as a nesting ground for creatures of all sorts.

Haruka made his way through the dark stairway as he climbed higher and higher towards the balcony. On cold, clear nights, it was the prefect place to sit and watch the world beneath, revolve.

Falling on to his back, he tilted his head upwards and locked his eyes on the luminescent, full moon. It made him thirst--it made him lust for that forbidden fruit, that sweet, intoxicating nectar that drove him mad. A crimson colored liquid...blood. Haruka had been hard at work, avoiding that red wine that quenched his thirst--but he couldn't keep up with it any longer. Without a single drop of blood, he would be driven into madness.

Shaking, his slender, cold, cream colored fingers crawled up his chest, slowly like the legs of a tarantula. His fingers continued to crawl upwards, pausing at the base of his neck to untie his tie. Unloosening his tie and throwing it on to the ground next to him, his nails dug into the sensitive skin at the base--but did not sink in. He continued upwards, stopping at his neck, arching his fingers slightly before betraying his instincts and sinking his nails into his creamy flesh. Trailing his nails down his neck slowly, he hissed in delight.

"Going against your instincts, Haru?"

The irritated Kuran came to an abrupt stop as he looked up at the looming shadow.

"Rido."

"It's okay if you're thirsty," he cooed. "I can see why you were grumpy all day. No blood!"

Haruka glared icily at his brother but didn't say anything. Smirking, Rido bent down and placed his lips against his brother's ear. "Drink my blood?" He whispered. His warm breath tickled Haruka's ear as he snarled.

"I don't need your blood."

Denial.

"You're a terrible liar, Haru," Rido continued. He licked Haruka's earlobe. "Just take some of mine. I don't like a grumpy Haru."

"Damn you."

Moving closer to Haruka's lips, Rido cocked his neck into a position that was comfortable for the both of them. He felt Haruka's cold breath ghosting up against his skin in a rapid manner.

"Drink it," he urged.

Haruka's heart was thundering. It was either now or never, be it that if he didn't have blood, he would have lost his sanity. Without putting much thought into his action, his fingers wrapped themselves around Rido's neck. His let his tongue roam around the area for a spot that would provide just enough blood to help him through the night. Finally, a spot close towards the base of his brother's neck, Haruka allowed his fangs to pierce into the sweet smelling, but bitter tasting skin.

He took his time to draw out the succulent liquid.

"Easy, now Haruka," Rido teased.

Rido was propped on his elbows, with both arms on either side of Haruka's face. He smiled in pleasure, knowing that his blood would now be closer to Juuri...in this sick and forbidden act. He allowed his brother to thread his fingers into his midnight-colored hair, which drew his neck closer to Haruka's lips, which didn't bother him one bit.

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Breathing heavily, Haruka was sprawled on to the concrete ground like one of his sister's lifeless dolls. His lips, covered in blood. His heart beat, easing. He was now satisfied after his bloody indulgence.

"All better now?"

Haruka nodded gravely as he tried to catch breath.

"Disgusting, isn't it?"

There was no response. Leaning back down, Rido placed his lips against Haruka's ear.

"Just for the record, that's one-to-two. I'm pretty sure you'll like Juuri's blood."

A sweet escape passing through the lips...

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