Author Note: Oh, wow I'm on six already. I've really wanted to do this one for a while now, just because it's interesting to me. How did they get where they are today, eating out of each other's hands and such? Well, here we go...

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight or make any profit from this.

I was ten when I met him.

"Rima, this will be your partner for the shoot." Sakura from wardrobe told me and led me over to a red-haired boy who looked at me with blank eyes.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Senri Shiki." He had the voice of someone who had been emotionally broken. His eyes were icicle blue, and he was looking at me as if he wasn't sure whether to eat me or shun me.

"I'm Rima Touya." I sat beside him and pulled a box of pocky from my purse. "Pocky?" I held two sticks of pocky up to his lips in offering.

He gave me that look again, like he wasn't sure what to make of me, and then daintily took the pocky from me with his mouth.

"How'd you get into modeling?" I asked as I nibbled on my piece of Pocky.

"I was scouted while I was with my Mom." Shiki smiled at me a little. He had started to see by now that I was no threat. "She's an actress."

"Nice."

We continued to talk, and by the time we got pulled onto the photo shoot, we had bonded. Shiki no longer looked at me with broken eyes and an eat-her-shun-her-kiss-her-kill-her look. He looked at me with a slight smile, and eyes that had a little bit of sparkle to them.

I was thirteen when I fell in love with him.

It really was all his fault.

"If you had to pick the guy you were going to marry today, who would it be?" He asked as we huddled on my front porch in the twilight.

"What kind of bullshit question is that?" I pulled a box of pocky from my sweatshirt pocket and fed him two sticks. "I mean, who would want to get married at thirteen?"

"You wouldn't have to marry him now." Shiki sighed around the pocky. "You just have to pick the person you're going to marry."

"That's stupid." I spat and then felt bad.

But Shiki wasn't hurt. After three years around me, he was used to – and expecting – every mood swing I had.

"I would pick you, Rima." Shiki smiled at me and I froze with a stick of pocky halfway to my mouth. "You're very special to me."

Let me make this clear. At this point I didn't think I was in love with Shiki. At this point I had some feelings for him that I had put on the back burner and was denying heavily, but I didn't think it was love. I was thirteen, hell, for all I knew it could've been PMS.

I really had no clue what to say. "Thanks." I said, although I feared that would damage him.

"You're welcome." He said, and flashed me a smile. His full smiles were rare and gone in two seconds flat, but they were gorgeous.

Things slowly began to change after that.

I was 14 when we started going steady.

It started off so innocently. We had been lounging on the couch at my house, eating pocky by the ton and watching old movies. We were in the middle of The Breakfast Club when Shiki looked at me and said, "John is so damaged. Do you really think Claire should go out with him?"

"He has a good heart." I held three pocky sticks up to his lips. "It's not like he's secretly a mass murderer or anything. I don't see why not. And she's just as messed up in her own way. So to answer you, yeah, they should go for it."

Before I knew it, the pocky was gone from his mouth and he was kissing me... On the lips. I was fourteen; I had never had lips on lips contact. All too soon it was over, but now he was looking at me, and I wasn't sure if I had messed up somehow.

"Be my girlfriend?" Shiki asked, his eyes anxious and waiting.

The year before, I would've laughed at a question like this, called it obscene. But I was fourteen now, I knew what those feelings were, the very ones that I had mistakenly put on the back burner.

I was in love.

All I could do was nod, and that marked the end of an era. We were together.

I was 15 when we first traded blood.

It had been a hard month for both of us; our growth spurts and stressing about modeling had caused us to need more blood than usual. Our usual victims couldn't handle our needs, and while we tried to find more people to use for blood, we were stuck needing blood and being without it.

"Shiki?" I asked. We were alone in my room at the time, my parents having gone out. Several empty boxes of pocky filled the wastebasket; we had been there a while.

"Hm?" He was sprawled out on my bed, but his eyes shifted to me.

"What would happen if we drank each other's blood?" I shifted so instead of sitting, I was laying next to him, my head on his chest.

"I don't know... would you be ok with that?" Shiki was toying with one of my pigtails.

"My parents do that. Drink each other's blood." I shrugged. We were both tired from lack of blood and on a bit of a sugar rush from all of the pocky we had consumed.

"You want to try it?" Shiki turned me towards him, so I was lying on my side, still on his chest. "You're sure?"

"Yes. Here..." I pulled my ribbons out of my hair and pulled my hair off to the side, offering the freed up side to Shiki.

He inched closer, all the time waiting for me to object, and when I didn't he slowly slid his fangs into my neck.

It hurt a little when his fangs first pricked the skin, but then a strange euphoria set in and I was extremely comfy, no more pain, no nothing.

When he pulled away, I flinched slightly as the two little holes in my neck healed up at hyper speed.

"Are you alright?" Shiki asked, forever worried about me, as he had been for years.

"Mhm." I was vaguely aware that the room was trying to spin, but it didn't bother me. Much.

"Your turn." Shiki pulled me close and gently guided my mouth to his neck.

I tried to be gentle, kissing the spot before I slipped my fangs into his neck. His blood was sweet, not overwhelmingly so, but rich. It only took me a handful of seconds before I pulled away.

"Better?" Shiki worked his hand through my hair and pulled me close.

He had blood on his lips, and so did I. We kissed, and the two kinds mingled.

We were 16 when we broke up.

We were going to go to Cross Academy to be part of the night class – AKA vampire class. Shiki requested to be my roommate, and through a long bout with stupidity, little sleep, and hunger, I just got pissed and said no.

Shiki was accepted into another room, with Takuma Ichijou, and my roommate became Ruka Souen.

Shiki and I were close to turning 17 when we finally got back together.

Shiki had been possessed by his father, Rido Kuran, and Rido had attacked me, mainly because I tried to knock him out of Shiki's body.

As I was resting, Shiki hovered over me all the time. Mumbled apologies and rants were not uncommon. I pretended to be asleep.

When he leaned down to hug me, I couldn't help it, I opened my eyes. "Shiki...?"

"I'll just go." Shiki let go of me quickly and turned to leave. "I shouldn't even be in here."

"No!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him down. "Shiki... I still love you. I'm sorry I freaked out and wouldn't let you be my roommate, that was stupid. Please... forgive me."

Shiki didn't say anything at first. Instead, he stretched out beside me, like we had spent so many nights – and days – at my house. "You shouldn't be stressing while you're hurt."

I cuddled up against him, ignoring the sharp pain in my chest when I did that, and clutched at him.

We were together again after that, and always would be.

We were 16, almost 17, when we found our happy ever after.

Author Note: Oh geez, this one took forever. I really do like it, but what do you think? I love reviews and PMs about my story! And thank you for reading, of course.