Kaname allowed himself a last look goodbye as the one person that mattered to him in this world left for safety. She was under the protection of Zero Kiryu, the man he was always hateful to and jealous of, but in this moment, grateful to. He turned his back on the rapidly departing figures to face Rido, knowing full well that he had made the right choice leaving Yuuki to the protection of Kiryu. Rido in all his power would never stop hunting her down if Kaname himself did not stop him, even if it cost him his life. He thought very little of it anyway, as long as he spent it towards a greater purpose, as long as the person that mattered to him would be safe. He faced Rido with a sadness in his eyes and the acceptance of his death. He became something much more powerful in that instant, a man with nothing to lose.
Kaname sat through another meeting concerning the current affairs of the vampire and human world. Ever since Rido had been defeated, the events that occurred on a daily basis did not seem to be worth his attention, but he still came to these meetings to get his mind off someone else.
"And on a lighter note," a meeting member started, "the Night Class ball will be held tonight in the grand palace." Kaname tuned out the rest of what was said and retreated to his inner thoughts once more.
"Even with Rido defeated, Kaname had no intention of calling Yuuki back to his side. She had seen much darkness in the world with him by her side and would only continue to see more. He had done things, murdered people, plotted so maliciously that she should never hear of it. He could never be with her with the tainted hands that he had. The politics of living as he was would never be good for her either. She was to be free, away from the political life of a pure-blood. But…"
Kaname snapped to attention as a meeting member mentioned his name. Even in his deep thought, he had heard the topic of discussion and briery dismissed the conversation concerning him. He tapped the red glass of blood in front of him and downed it in an instant. He had become too thirsty too often, always craving the blood of the one he loved. Thinking about living an eternity with that thirst seemed unbearable, which is why had had to continually remind himself of why he should never see her again.
Kaname lied to himself though. He knew the real reason for why they were not together. He could convince himself that it was a doing on his part, that he had forced himself to stay away from her, but the truth was that she had not returned to him. It was true that he did not call her to return to him, but in the back of his mind he always thought that she would come back on her own. When months had passed after Rido's death, it became evident to Kaname that she had chosen to be with Kiryu. That fact broke his heart.
His train of thought was broken once again as the meeting became adjourned. Kaname along with Hanabusa retreated to the dormitories to make preparations for the ball that evening. Kaname dreaded these activities, but as the Kuran prince, had an obligation to attend. He nodded curtly to Hanabusa and disappeared behind his door.
Wearing a sharp black tuxedo, Kaname endured the festivities of the party always appearing to be engaging and attentive, when internally he was the opposite. It was times like these that he could feel that power that he had over others. Even on a social level, he was put in the highest regard and always treated with reverence. Anything that he wanted was a finger-snap away and he wasn't even using the influential abilities that he possessed as a pure-blood. "Dull," his inner voice cried out and Kaname nodded ever so slightly in agreement. Sitting at one end of the ballroom on an elevation allowed Kaname to observe almost every spot of the party. He scanned the cascade of evening gowns and suits until an uniform crossed his eyes. It was a night class uniform, stripped of it's badges leaving only a white collared dress shirt along with the matching skirt.
"Which one of my fellow classmates forgot to dress up today?" Kaname noted, slightly amused.
He made his way through the crowd to get a better view. She had long jet black hair done in light waves that cascaded down her back. Kaname frowned at the unfamiliarity of this figure and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around.
Yuuki Cross had returned.