Shattered Iridescence.
Prompt - Rival
- a person who is competing for the same object or goal as another, or who tries to equal or outdo another; competitor.
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Idol-senpai!"
"Kaname-senpai!"
"Akatsuki-senpai!
"Ohhh, Shiki-senpai..."
Ohmigosh! Is he looking at us?
He is. He is!
"You all look so beautiful this morning, ladies!"
Outta the way Guardian!
We love you Idol-senpai.
The shrill sound of a whistle blowing cut through the piercing screams and yells.
"Move Back. Stand in an orderly line! Hey! Don't go there. Back. Back."
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He watched her flail her arms and run about as usual as the girls in his line stood stock still; some shuddered slightly, but none dared move. When she fell to the ground as they pushed unthinkly forward he had to steel the instinct that told him to rush forward, pick her up and get the hell out of there. Zero did nothing - as always. His eyes drifted lazily across the vampires as they paraded forward in their achingly white uniforms.
Zero was always glad they were white. The blood would show up so easily on it, he would know. He would have a reason.
His hand twitched as if it too wanted to go to the gun stashed in his inner pockets. Sometimes he wished that involuntary action would take over and that he would 'acidentally' shoot the entire Night Class right there and then.
Kuran Kaname flaunted his superiority as usual and stopped when he shouldn't have been allowed to.
The girls behind him leaned back ever so slightly as a thick menacing aura began to spread out from his person. His long pale - too pale - fingers reached out and tucked a strand of her chocolate coloured hair behind her ear. The predictable red blush rose in her cheeks and burned him. He saw how she leaned a little into his touch and let out a soft sigh. The harsh hiss of breath the came from him was the complete opposite of that.
Kuran turned and began to saunter away with the other white clad vampires as flowers and gifts were shoved in their direction. The corner of his mouth tilted up slightly when he saw the murderous gaze Zero had been giving him the entire time.
As always, Yuuki suffered at the hands of the other girls because of the attention Kuran gave her.
When all was quiet, and the girls had finally disappeared back into their dorms, his anger still hadn't faded. It burned, white hot, in the pit of his stomach even as she walked up and smiled at him.
It was always his face that gave away his irritation - no matter how much he tried to hide it. She smelled of him. That cloying sweetness that choked and grew bitter on the tongue although it still possessed a saccharine taste. Zero put his hand on her shoulder as they walked in an attempt to cover that scum's scent with his own. When she moved to enter her dorm he fought not to clasp the fingers just inches from his own.
The next morning she smelled much stronger of him than she ever had before, and he didn't touch her that day at all. The day after that too; she reeked of the vampire and her hair was out of place when she came to the door. A week after that and he still hadn't touched her, had pulled himself away.
Two weeks later she came crying to his door in the middle of the night. Something within him snapped when he saw bruises on her neck. Kuran had been close to biting and those were marks of his attempt to restrain himself. She slept in his bed that night; with him on the floor.
He couldn't bear to be near her when she stank of him.
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Zero turned his head the next night when she stood on her tip-toes and leaned in.
He couldn't bear to kiss her when she tasted like him.
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