Author Note: I got new glasses and everything is popping at me. It's a little disturbing. Speaking of disturbing, the song I listened to while writing this is extremely disturbing. Oh! And it's Rima's point of view again.

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

My pink heart-shaped purse, the one I took everywhere with me, for years, was a gift.

Can you guess who gave it to me? I bet you can. Shiki gave me that purse, back when we were kids. It was a Valentine's Day gift. Every time I got a little down, or there was a special occasion, something ended up in that purse.

"Something" ranged from pocky to jewelry to new hair ribbons. One time when he was going to ask me on a date, I even found my spaghetti strap black dress folded neatly inside that purse, with a note that said simply "I'll pick you up on Friday. I suspect you'll wear this?"

But then came the day Shiki and I were helping each other move into the moon dormitories at Cross Academy. First it was on my shoulder, beaten straps enduring, but then it ended up in a box. By the time Shiki and I had unpacked everything I realized it was missing.

"Shiki have you seen my purse?" I was panicking inside; I hadn't been separated from that purse since I got it.

"I thought you had it." Shiki looked around at the empty boxes.

I flew into a frenzy, tearing apart both my and his room, mumbling to myself the whole time about how it couldn't be gone.

"Rima." Shiki grabbed me before I could do any further damage to the moon dorms. "Rima. It was a purse. Stop panicking." He squeezed me against his chest, to the point where I could feel his heartbeat alternating against mine. "It'll turn up."

"What if it doesn't?" I was slowly starting to calm down; it was hard not to calm down when I was so close to Shiki. "That purse has so much history to it..."

"If it doesn't turn up, I'll replace it." Shiki offered, and while I didn't like the idea of it, it was a kind gesture. "I'll find one just like it if that's what it takes to make you happy again."

"I hate myself for losing it..." I murmured into his shirt.

"Don't hate yourself. I'm glad you had it this long." He rubbed my back, held me close, and just kept me there until I calmed down.

Two weeks passed. The purse did not turn up. But exactly fifteen days from the time I had lost it, a box turned up on my bed. I had just gotten out of the shower, and I walked into my room in a black skirt and a hoodie.

Ruka was on her bed, and she eyed me with jealousy. "Are you and Shiki doing it?" She asked.

"What a vulgar question, Ruka," I said and then hit her weakness. "Ladies shouldn't talk like that." I normally wouldn't have said that, Ruka had trouble dealing with her family's outlook, but I was in a foul mood.

Ruka shot me a glare and mumbled "Someone's PMSing huh?"

I looked at the small note taped to the plain cardboard box. It was definitely Shiki's handwriting.

Good news and bad news. Open the box in the top first for the bad news.

I cautiously opened the box on top. Inside was my old purse, beaten, abused and ripped beyond repair.

"Damn it." I muttered to myself. Ruka was staring at me like I was holding a piece of garbage in my hand so delicately, and in a way I might've been. In that box there was a note, and I unfolded that.

Now for the good news. Open the other box.

I opened the other box... and pulled out an almost exact replica of the original purse, except this one was a deep red. A note peeked out of the top of it, with a red heart on the front.

"You suck." Ruka said, but she wasn't as angry as the words might convey. I heard her leave as I opened the note.

I know this one isn't pink, but red is the color of love, and I figured it might convey our feelings for each other now better than any pink one I could find. It is ok, right?

I dropped both purses and the notes on the bed and ran into Shiki's room. Takuma was still asleep, but he woke up when the door banged into the wall.

"Where's Shiki?" I asked, and my voice sounded foreign to me.

"Downstairs." Takuma yawned. "Are you alright Rima?"

"Fine. Go back to sleep." I walked out, shut the door behind me and then half-fell, half-ran down the stairs.

Shiki was sitting on the couch, and he looked at me as I tripped over the final step. He didn't move, he knew I could right myself.

It was me who ran over to him, threw myself in his lap and alternated between thanking him and kissing him.

When I finally shut up and stopped kissing him, Shiki smiled. "You're happy. I'm glad."

"I'm ecstatic." I cuddled close to him. "I love you."

"I love you too." He held me there, on his lap.

My red heart shaped purse was a gift. And I kept it close to my heart forever.

Author Note: Nobody should ever take me to Wal-Mart. Anytime I stop moving I get an idea. This was the result of standing in line. As always, I love your reviews and PMs, and I appreciate every read I get. Thank you!