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Enjoy chapter 3, my loves~!
YAOI=MAN-ON-MAN ACTION=SWEET AND JUICY SEX. IF THIS IS NOT SUITED TO YOUR LIKING, THEN YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND FUCK YOURSE—Err, I mean...ahem, you can go ahead and click the back button :D
WARNINGS: KaZe, AU, smut, a crazy Yuuki.
Chapter 3: First Times...
He couldn't believe he had really done it. He just couldn't.
Head titled slightly to he right, Zero's lilac eyes had been wide with intrigue and shock, mouth slightly agape as he'd stared at his reflection.
Or, more precisely, the left side of his neck, which sported a tattoo.
It hadn't been anything complex, really. Some sort of geometric pattern, perhaps an intricate flower, he couldn't explain it. He'd remember how the tattoo artist had drawn it, though, first with a marker, then with black ink as he had punctured his skin with the needle. Zero had been a little skeptic, at first, when he'd seen the first lines being drawn. It had looked like a tic-tac-toe board, the lines ending with a sharp point. The tattoo artist had given Zero a short break to collect himself before starting the second round, though the silverette hadn't really needed it; he was used to the pain, after all, and could endure much, much, more. The next step had been to draw four symbols at the sides of the lines. Zero had no idea what to call them, for they looked like fancy crowns, but they also looked like rose leaves, in a way. The finishing touch, also Zero's favorite, had been the daggers. Four, little, daggers, one at each side, with sharp edges pointing towards the middle of the design.
When Yuuki had proposed him the idea of getting a tattoo, Zero had immediately refused. Him? Get a tattoo? Pretty unthinkable, no? But he had to admit that he'd been intrigued. He'd already been an adult, eighteen years old, so consent from his parents hadn't really been necessary. The prospect of pain hadn't phased him one bit, and he had no problems with needles. He had thought about the idea for a week before deciding that he'd give it a try. He'd also talked to his parents about it, despite not needing to, who had no problem giving him the permission; both his mother and father, after all, had a tattoo, and Ichiru had simply thought Zero would look so much cooler with one.
The day he'd let Yuuki drag him at the workshop had been a Friday afternoon, right after classes, so that he'd have the whole weekend to get used to the new accessory and for the irritation to alleviate. She'd said that the guy working there had been Yori's cousin, the best tattoo artist in town, so he needn't worry about getting a newbie who'd mess up on his work. Then had come the part where Zero had to decide on the tattoo. He'd looked through a catalog, page by page, studying each and every design. All of them had names, too, perhaps to help the costumer make a choice.
The name "Hunter's Seal" had caught the silverette's almost instantly. When he'd asked the artist for more information on the tattoo, he'd told Zero about an antique legend about vampires and hunters, and whatnot, and that the Hunter's Seal had been used as a charm to contain a vampire's powers.
Zero had made his choice.
The girls had gone crazy when they'd seen the tattoo on the teenager's neck. Almost everyone had thought the design had suited Zero perfectly, asking him where he'd gotten it, how much, if it had hurt...
Zero answered none of those questions, payed no attention what-so-ever to any of his classmates. He'd been too busy studying at the time, and all those people around him had been bothering him and distracting him. So he'd stood up and left in the middle of the conversation — though he'd never partaken in it — and left, holding his books under his arm.
And as he'd been walking down the hallway, ignoring the calls of the people behind him and the stares they gave him, he'd seen him walk down the opposite way.
Kaname Kuran and his usual group of friends. Two girls — Zero recognized them as Ruka Souen and Rima Toya — had been hanging off each one of his arms, and another one — Seiren, was it? — had been quietly following behind, her face as expressionless as ever. Akatsuki Kain, Hanabusa Aido, Senri Shiki, and Takuma Ichijo had been chatting among themselves, Senri chewing on the usual Pocky, and Takuma engrossed in a conversation with Kaname.
Ruka had looked up, met Kiryuu's eyes, and promptly glared — she'd never liked him, not since he'd disrespect her dear "Kaname-sama". He'd glared back, lavender orbs colder than ice, and had kept walking with his head raised high.
And just as they'd crossed paths, Zero had heard a loud gasp coming from one of the girls — Rima — and a screech a second later, asking, "Is that a tattoo, Kiryuu?"
All the attention had been turned towards him as he'd froze in mid-step, flashing the design on his neck for the whole world to see. The silverette had turned around, met each pair of eyes directed at him; some shocked — Rima, Aido, and Ruka (the bitch) — some in amusement — Akatsuki and Ichijo — and others with no reaction, namely Seiren and Senri.
Zero had gifted them with his most defiant and hateful glare, replying, "What's it to you?" before continuing down his way. He ignored the insult thrown behind his back by Ruka and Aido, ignored Ichijo's merry laughter and Akatsuki's low chuckle.
He'd ignored everything.
He'd forget everything.
Especially the way Kaname's mahogany eyes had glistened with an unrecognizable emotion as he'd stared at the tattoo.
Did he...lick his his lips?
The first time Zero had been confessed to had been during Valentine's Day at Cross Academy. He'd remembered seeing her in front of the gates of the Moon Dormitory a couple of times during class change — Cross Academy had been big, but not that big, so the headmaster had been forced to split the students into two dormitories; the Day Class, which used the school's facilities during daytime, and the Night Class, which began lessons in the evening and throughout the night — and he'd been sure she'd been in one of his classes, too. He couldn't remember her name very well — Nadeshiko...Nadeshiko Shindo? — but he'd remembered she'd been on the short side, with light brown hair she'd combed into two braids, bangs held out of her face by bobby pins, and blue eyes framed by round glasses. She'd gave him chocolate and asked him out.
Zero had never been interested in relationships, always believing they'd distract him from his studies, so his first reaction had been to decline her offer...but he'd found it impossible to do once he'd seen the hopeful look on the girl's petite face and the way she'd been shaking.
Zero Kiryuu's first relationship had been one forced by his subconscious.
The first kiss had been a stolen one.
His relationship with Nadeshiko Shindo had ended merely a week after it had started, for reasons unknown to him — she'd looked scared the day she'd decided to break up with him, and he'd wondered if someone had told her something — but he hadn't mourned the fact, not one bit. He hadn't been interested in her, anyways, as cruel as it sounded.
Zero had met Shizuka Hio outside of school, while going grocery shopping with Yuuki in behalf of Kaien Cross. He'd been fascinated by her long, silver hair, and the way it looked sort of pink under the sun. Her eyes had been a shade of violet very close to his, though hers had more of a pinkish hue. She'd been two years older than him, a college student. She'd been sitting at one of the tables by the window of the cafe shop Yuuki loved to take him to, eating what he could've only guessed had been vanilla and chocolate ice cream.
He'd probably been staring for a while, and she must have felt it, because she'd looked up to meet his gaze, and her hand had stopped halfway to her mouth, lips slightly parted to accept the spoonful of the dessert.
He'd stared, and she'd stared, and he'd hoped his face had been as expressionless as he'd wanted it to be. She'd smiled, he'd felt his lips twitch to form a small, happy, curve.
And then Yuuki had once again caught his attention, asking him what he'd wanted, and Zero'd turned around and forgot about the silver-haired woman sitting by the window.
After about two weeks, Zero had gone back to the cafe — alone — but the woman hadn't been there. He'd ordered his usual cappuccino and had gone to sit by the same table he'd seen her two weeks prior.
Ten minutes after his arrival, she'd entered the shop. She'd looked around, met his eyes, and he'd stood up straight, meeting her gaze with his leveled one.
She'd smiled again, ordered, and walked towards him. "Hi." Her voice had been soft, melodious, calm — so much different from the screams he'd been forced to listen to during class change (why had he accepted the position as prefect, again?). "May I sit here?" He'd gulped, hard, and nodded. He hadn't trusted his voice. Her smile had never faltered, not one second, and she'd sat right in front of him, and sipped her hot cocoa. "My name is Shizuka. Shizuka Hio."
"Z-Zero Kiryuu." He'd wanted to slap himself for stuttering. Now she's gonna think I'm a loser and go away...
But Shizuka Hio had merely giggled, a soft blush on her cheeks (but maybe it had only been makeup). "You're cute. Do you think I could get your number after this?"
They'd finished their drinks, exchanged numbers, and just as they'd been about to part ways, she'd grabbed his sleeve, stood on her tiptoes, and gave his a chaste kiss on the lips.
Zero had been smiling like an idiot all the way back to the Academy.
Kaname hadn't liked the happy look on the prefect's face once he'd come back.
UGH, I HATE cute fluff between Shizuka and Zero, but it had to be done.
Keep giving me inspiration, sweethearts! I WILL REWARD YOU SOOOOOOON (but not TOO soon!) x)