"I don't know what you were thinking, Yuuki. This isn't like you at all! I mean fighting, really?! What am I suppose to do with this?! About this?! You really did damage to that girl! What exactly am I supposed to say to her parents when they call and ask me-the Headmaster-why my own daughter assaulted theirs?! That's what that was! Assault! Tell me please! If you think for just one minute that..." he trailed off, unsure of how to continue. It was strange, really, if I honestly thought about it. My father seemed to always at least have something to say. Even if it was dumb and didn't make any sense in the least, he would say it anyway. Now, he seemed to be at a complete loss for words. Now he just sat down behind his desk-finally ceasing his incessant pacing-hands crossed in front of his mouth and stared at me over his glasses. I met his gaze with steady eyes, confident in my own actions, knowing I was right in what I had done. Was he seriously expecting an answer? What was I supposed to say?

I was currently seated in a high backed, cushioned, wooden chair. It was as uncomfortable as this entire situation. For as comfortable as our private residence was, the Headmaster's office was the exact opposite of comfortable. It was overly crowded with poorly organized filling cabinets, side tables, too many chairs, his desk was overly large, there were even larger stacks of papers lining some of the walls. It was dimly lit, the only lamp sat flickering in the corner, threatening to burnout. And it was uncomfortably stuffy.

As soon as Zero dragged me into the Headmaster's office he had excused himself, pushing me into the only chair that wasn't overflowing with documents and leaving me to fend for myself. The adrenaline I had felt only a few moments before had completely drained from my entire system, not an ounce of it remained, leaving me feeling slightly foolish for the course of action I had chosen to take. Now, I had to explain those actions to my father, something I had never had to do before. I was always the well-behaved, obedient one.

Really? Assault? He wasn't even there and now he thought to throw out accusations, at me? I was his daughter, for crying out loud. He could at least ask for my side of things, after all, Arisa did hit me first. I was just defending myself, sort of, even if she didn't exactly fight back. Instead he blames the whole thing on me, like it was truly all my fault. What happened to 'always being on my side'? or whatever. "Are you up for suggestions?" I asked. "Or are you just thinking out loud here?" in all fairness, I was honestly curious where his thoughts were going. I wasn't actually tying to sass him. I wasn't one to talk back to my father. I wasn't a rude and disrespectful daughter. I don't think he's ever been mad at me before. He defiantly has never raised his voice at me and I've never been grounded, or anything like that! Of course, I really couldn't blame him. Me fighting physically-or at all-with anyone, especially another student, was defiantly out of my character. I don't think I've ever even yelled at anyone before-not counting arguing with Zero. I'm not saying that I was an obnoxious pacifist, I just avoided confrontation, and people, altogether. I was sort of a loner.

"Yuuki, you're really testing my patience here." he removed his glasses and dropped them on the desk, apparently feeling exasperated. They slid across the polished wood. Leaning back in his chair, he sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. He let out another heavy sigh. I don't think I've ever heard him sigh so much in such a short period of time. "This is a very serious situation." his voice was strained.

"Well you're overreacting." I said, still oddly calm. He was going to let me explain what had actually happened, whether he liked it or not. "I did not damage her, Headmaster. You should get all of the facts straight before you start accusing me of-"

"Yuuki." he cut me off, voice stern and full of authority, a tone he's never used with me before. He was just staring at me, like he didn't even know who I was. That bothered me. A lot. I didn't do anything wrong, did I? I didn't feel like I did. I mean, I understood that violence was wrong, that it is never the answer. I could have left things alone, reported her to a teacher, of even to him personally. But she had hit me first. Why couldn't he just hear me out? Why couldn't he just ask me what had happened? Why was he taking her side? Why was he blaming this whole thing on me? I was his daughter. His only daughter. "I honestly don't know what to do with you right now. I'm very disappointed in you. It's like you're a different person." ouch. He didn't mean that. He was just upset with me, with the entire situation. He was always the fun-loving dad, never the demanding, authoritative, dictator that had to think up punishments for his super well-behaved daughter. He never had to actually be a parent with me. I guess we were more like friends. I've never put him in such a situation before. "Maybe Kaname will have an idea."

Now he was testing my patience. "Kaname? Are you serious?" I stared down at the back of my hand, knuckles raw and bloody, squeezing fistfuls of my skirt tightly, causing more blood to ooze out of the skin. They would surely scar once they healed over. "Is that really your answer to every difficult situation? You go crying to Kaname, get him to fix all of your problems?" Why was I defending him when he clearly wasn't doing the same for me? I was his daughter for crying out loud and he wasn't even giving me a chance. "Just tell me please, because maybe I just don't understand your relationship with him as well as I apparently should. Exactly what does that have to do with me?" my temper was rising fast.

The Headmaster arched an eyebrow at me. He sighed heavily. I wished he's stop sighing. I didn't want to hear it anymore. "Yuuki-"

I cut him off, finally snapping, having enough of this pathetic excuse of a lecture. As a Headmaster of an academy, and a father, he was really bad at lecturing. You'd think he'd be really good at at least this much. "I'm not a little girl anymore! You can't threaten me anymore with tattling to Kaname about how I was 'a bad girl' It doesn't work anymore. So go ahead! Go and tell the vampire overlord-or whatever the hell he's supposed to be here-that you're having a hard time controlling your own daughter!" I threw my arms up for emphasis, not catching that I just cursed at him. "I could give less of a shit!" my voice rose till the end of my rant, finally ending with me yelling at him, another thing I never did.

I got up, knocking the chair I was sitting in over-it crashed loudly to the floor- and stormed out of the room, slamming the door as hard as I could behind me. It shook the wall, and probably knocked over some framed photos.

Just what the hell was that anyway?

I was angry, so angry. Angry enough that I was crying. None of it made sense. The worst of it was I felt like such a fool, like it really was all my fault. The Headmaster made me feel that way-he made me feel like every choice I had made was the wrong one. I'm sure I was acting immature. I could have handled it all better, differently. Knowing that I could have made different choices made the feeling that much worse. Violence isn't the answer, after all. But it was so much more effective. And I definitely felt in control then, powerful. I just wanted a quiet, happy, peaceful life where I got everything I wanted and everyone understood me, and listened to me when I was trying to explain myself. A place where I didn't ever have to explain myself! To anyone! Was that too much to ask? A place where Kaname understood and returned my feelings, Zero wasn't such an asshole and wanted to talk to me and hang out like real siblings are supposed to do, I could tell Yori everything about vampires and the Night Class, and most of all, my past...my parents. I wanted to know why...about so many things. I wanted my real parents.

On my way out of the Academy, I had to pass the Night Dorms. Not because I wanted too, that's just how the grounds were laid out. There weren't many students crowding the gates today. They were all probably still buzzing about the fight from earlier. Stuff like that never happened around here. This was a prestigious, private school, after all, filled with spoiled brats that probably didn't even know what their own blood looked like, let alone someone else's. It was probably the highlight of the entire school year, too. That was the sad part about this whole thing. If I wasn't all pissed off, I'd probably be off thinking about how I kicked that bitch's ass, too. That almost made me smile. Almost.

I ducked behind a tree when the gate to the Moon Dormitory began to creak open. I just wanted to have a small look, just one, quick peek at him. But me being myself, and all the excitement from the day, and no matter my wishful thinking, will always forget that the Night Class consists entirely of vampires. And that the man that I have been in love with for ten long years is their leader, also a vampire. Kaname noticed me first, he always does-smelling my blood from my cracked knuckles on the light breeze-and as far away as I was, I could still read the question in his eyes, what happened? But I just didn't care enough to answer him, not this time.

I stopped at the fountain to rinse the blood off of my hands before heading into town.