The water rushed over his now bare body. The heat soothed his tense muscles…but even the warmth that the shower gave him wasn't enough to terminate the sickness he felt, to annihilate the hunger. The steam consumed the room, his pale eyes shut while the helpless vampire focused on the heavy pulses of water that rained down on his skin.
The acid in his stomach burned as he moved so slowly. Nothing mixed well, soon he felt consumed by the blazing famine. "You can't wash it away, Shiki," he mumbled in dismay. His svelte hand turned the knobs on the shower ceasing the steady flow of water. Pulling the curtain aside he reached for the soft ivory towel and dried himself quickly. Slipping into a pair of black sweat pants he once more started toweling his rust colored hair and opened the door.
Time stood still.
He knew she said something, but not a sound was heard. Her lips moved, he was entirely sure of that, but whatever past those perfect lips was unknown. Not moving towards her, the towel sat on top of his head awkwardly. "What is she doing here? Why is she in the men's dormitory?" he questioned in silence. It didn't matter though, she was there gazing at him with concerned eyes. Propped up on his bed, her mouth no longer moved.
Senri released the towel from his grasp allowing the cloth to plummet to the floor. "Rima," he finally spoke. Walking towards her his eyes were ruby red. "Stop it, Senri…if you bite her…everyone is going to know it…they'll all smell it. You're stronger than this, Senri…don't bother. Just…drink…from the glass," he mentally screamed at himself. His face didn't show any of the emotions he felt. It was calm, but his eyes exposed his true beast- the true hunger.
"Sometimes, those tablets just….aren't enough," his hunger reasoned with him. The slightly built man softly pushed Rima onto her back and hovered over her. Holding her hands down with his own Senri's breathes were irregular and rapid. Lowering his head down until his lips were grazing the base of her neck.
Most of the Night Class believed Yuuki's blood smelt the sweetest, while he did agree that it smelt wonderful…nothing could compare to Rima's. Chills rippled down his spine as he inhaled the sweet aroma. His hands amorously swept over her full cheeks soon sliding through his silky hair. "Kaname won't be happy with me," he whispered in her ear with what sounded to be joviality. No longer could he hold back. Teased by the smell of fresh, real blood all day…then being so close to feeding only to have it pulled away. Senri couldn't handle the anticipation any longer. His fangs protruded from his parted lips as he sunk them deep into her neck. The warm crimson gushed into his mouth as he began to slurp it with little etiquette. Grasping the fabric of her shirt tightly he groaned slightly as he continued to drink. Finally, he pulled away her blood trickled down his face and stained his white sheets a new shade of ruby.
"I'm sorry, Rima," he whispered. Senri seemed to have taken a little more blood than what he should've, but the thirst was completely gone. Standing up he walked back into the restroom and took a rag from under the sink. Wetting it down with water from the sink we carried the damp cloth over to her and cleaned her neck off with it. He smiled at her but it faded so quickly, "Sometimes…I worry…I'll become like my father," Senri admitted with somber eyes. His now pale blue eyes seemed to glow as they stood out from the dark red that was still on his face.
Once he cleaned his petite friend he wiped himself clean then pulled her up to the head of his large bed. Laying now next to her the two stared at the ceiling. "Are you okay?" There bodies were no touching each other, he couldn't even bare to bring himself to hold her hand in his.
"Why would you have any desire to hold her hand anyway, Senri? Is that normal? To want to hold your closest friend so close?" his troubled mind wandered.
Senri was well known for causing others to bleed so he could get a taste. Takuma knew this first hand, the two boys shared more than enough blood between one another. It was never enough though. "Don't become anything like that sick bastard," rolling to his side to look at Rima his eyes were clearly apologetic. "Are you hurting?" he asked secondly. His room was still, the blinds were shut and he was incredibly tired; refusing to sleep until he knew of her well being. "Kaname is going to know…I wonder what my punishment will be. I believe I over did it," he mumbled now sliding a little closer to her frail structure, "I-It doesn't matter; a-are you positive you are alright?"