(Kaname's POV)
I stared at Kiryu, his pale gray eyes staring at Yuki who sat in the chair beside me. He looked exactly like when I last saw him. Only this time his hair was longer and he looked taller. From where I was sitting, I could smell the scent of a familiar person I talked to not even fifteen minutes ago. I noticed the scent to be of Yukimi Hale, a beautiful girl I had met outside the Night Class dorm building. Silently, I wondered why he would be near her. She did get defensive over him when I brought him up in our conversation. . .
Were they dating? Related? Or just lovers?
Yuki beside me turned around and smiled to Zero, while I just stared at the fair boy. He looked to me, and a familiar rage settled into the gray of his irises. Just like before. I smirked with amusement. How good it was to be back. I turned around as Kaien cleared his throat, putting one ankle over my opposite knee. The man shifted his gaze between all of us.
"Zero," he began. "It seems that Yuki and Kaname are coming back to Cross Academy."
The glare in Kaien's eyes showed that Zero was ready to burst.
"They both will be attending the Night Class. I want you to not shoot them if you see them," he demanded, then looked to Yuki. "Yuki, but since you have been gone for some time, you are removed of your position as Guardian."
She only nodded, her long hair sitting on her shoulders and back.
"Kaname," he finished off with me. "You are no longer President of the Night Class. They are to discuss if you wish to run for the spot again. That's all."
I smirked as the door opened and shut, signaling Zero's leave.
(Zero's POV)
I left the office, mulling silently over everything that had just happened. Thank god I wasn't still working with Yuki. Two years she had been gone with that fucker! I was so close to finally getting over her! I took a deep breath, running my hand through my hair, walking into my bedroom. I locked the door and snatched off my main clothes until I was in my pants and white shirt. I unbuttoned the fabric and paced my room for a moment. There was a light shift, and I whirled to find that Yukimi was curled up on my bed, asleep.
She was on the left side of the mattress, her hair spread out, wearing her shirt with skirt and socks. Her eyelashes fluttered over her high cheekbones as she moved. She looked heavenly. I smiled, turning off the lights. I slid onto the right side of the bed, pulling the covers over the both of us. I laid down, one hand moving under my head. She turned over and curled up next to me. I smiled, wrapping my free arm around her. She rested her cheek on my chest, moving back my shirt with her hand. She let out a deep breath, yawned, and fell back into her sleep.
I rubbed circles on her shoulder, my eyelids drooping. Eventually I fell asleep cuddled up with Yukimi. Her small and cold body was a blessing, though. I wouldn't fall asleep next to anyone else. I woke up to her snuggled against me, both of us on our side, her back to me. I hugged my arms around her and buried my face into her shoulder blade. She made a light sound, waking up slowly.
"Zero?" she asked sleepily.
"It's me," I whispered, leaning up and kissing the top of her ear.
"How long have I been dead?" she groaned, rubbing her eyes with the heel of one hand.
I chuckled, "About three hours."
"Ugh," she moaned out, her voice deep and scratchy.
"You'll be okay, pigeon," I chuckled again, pulling her closer to me.
"For the first time since I was six," she rolled over and faced me, but her eyes were still closed. "I haven't had that same damn nightmare."
"Nightmare?" I curiously asked, gently moving back the strands of her bangs from her face.
"I've always had nightmares about the night when I lost my mother to that woman," she explained. "It's why I never sleep anymore."
"I'm sorry, pigeon," I pulled her as close as possible to me.
"It's not your fault," she put off my apologies with a simple grunt.
"So, pigeon, I want to ask you something," I felt my heart start to pump with anxiety.
"Okay," she opened her eyes and met my gaze.
"On Friday, there's a ball," I couldn't seem to spit out my question. "I was wondering if. . ."
". . . If I would go with you?" she finished, smirking with amusement.
"Yeah," I put a hand on my forehead and pinched the bridge of my nose.
She laughed lightly and gently grabbed my hand, pulling it down. I stared at her with big eyes as she put a kiss on the heel of my hand and rested it down on her shoulder. I cuddled her tightly as if she was going to leave any second now. I buried my face in her neck and ended up having her so close to me that we were tilting over. It probably looked like we were doing more than cuddling to anyone who walked in the door. I didn't care. I was too comfortable and way too happy to care. She giggled as I pushed her onto her back, her hands moving to my shoulders. I smiled against her skin. I liked doing this. I'd have to do it more often.
I pulled back a little and stared at her beautiful iris eyes. One of her hands crept to the back of my neck, bringing both of us closer. I knew this was happening. It didn't feel like it, but I knew this wasn't a dream of mine. I smiled and gingerly touched my lips to hers. She tensed up under me, her body becoming stone, then her whole melting into soft jelly. I wrapped both my arms around her, and put a little more effort behind the kiss. She responded and kissed me back. Her hand moved into my hair, fingers locking around my locks. I smirked against her lips and traced a finger up the back of her shirt. She shivered, pulling a little on my hair.
The door opened up, followed along with a shout.
"ZERO KIRYU!" screeched Kaien.
I jumped up, turning around to see the man sheet white in my doorway, Yuki and Kaname and Ichijo - he was the vice president of the Night Class when Kaname was the president, but took on the role after the pureblood had left - standing behind the headmaster. My eyes narrowed, frown pulling down my face.
"You called?" I grunted plainly.
"Zero," hissed Yukimi, hitting me in the stomach.
I pulled up one of my arms, releasing her from my caging hold. She scooted over to the side of the bed and sat up, reaching down as she pulled on her boots. Kaien started to cry out again.
"And with Yukimi!" he bellowed, aiming a hand at the small girl, making anger fill my sizzling stomach. "Jesus Christ, Zero!"
"We weren't having sex," I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
"Not from what it looked like to me!" he snapped at me.
"We really weren't having sex," Yukimi put in, her voice soft and calm.
She pulled on her vest and jacket, and glided out of the room. I noticed when she passed Kaname, her steps were sharper. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. Maybe it was because he was a pureblood she could feel it. It was normal for a person who was attacked by a vampire to recognize others of their level. I ran a hand through my hair and slid off my own bed, standing up. I crossed my arms over my broad chest, Kaien glaring at me from the door.
"What do you want?" I demanded shortly.
"It doesn't matter now," Ichijo quickly put in, setting a hand on the headmaster's shoulders. "Come, let's go look at the plans for the ball. I want to know of your approval."
The group left my doorway. I dropped my arms and pinched the bridge of my nose again. I turned around, facing my window. The sun was bright and warm on my chest. I stood in the beams for a moment.
"Quite funny how Kaien blew that far out of proportion, isn't it?" small hands wrapped around my mid section.
I put one of my hands on Yukimi's, smiling.
"I'm sorry about that," she muttered after a moment.
"Don't be," I turned around and wrapped her in my arms.
"Zero Kiry-" Kaien cut himself off with a gritted scream of frustration.
"I can't hug her?" I growled, holding her tight, and glared at him through my eyelashes.
"In the name of- Ahh!" the man went around in a circle and grabbed his bangs.
"Sir," Kaname appeared behind Kaien, eyes slightly hooded, but aimed at Yukimi who was pulling out of my hug. "Please, we need to go look at the plans. Can't this wait for later?"
"Er," he growled in weak protest. "Fine."
They went to leave when Yukimi finally broke away from me and hurried towards the men.
"Mr. Kaien," she stared at the man, tense with Kaname's gaze directed solely onto her. "Remember the question you asked me last period?"
"Yes," he raised an eyebrow, curious.
"I've accepted your offer. Not because of Zero, but because I might like the opportunity to do something exciting."
"Oh, well good," he smiled. "Meet me in my office after last period's bell. We can discus the subject more before you retreat to your dorm for the night."
"Of course," she nodded and waited as the men left, then shut the door. "Thank god."
"Wow," I plopped down onto my mattress. "That's quite amusing. You told him your answer and he left all happy. Like me and you kissing on my bed never happened. Astonishing how sidetracked he was."
"It's a gift," she smiled and walked around to the other side of the bed.
I laid back, and she did the same. I faced her and lifted one hand, gently running my fingertip down the adorable curve of her nose. She blushed furiously. I smiled and leaned closer to her again. She smiled back, closing the space between us. I couldn't help but shut my eyes. I liked kissing her. Her lips were the perfect shape, soft and smooth, and tasted of her. I liked her taste. I liked her.
I slightly pulled away, opening up my eyes. Her eyes were shut still, a smile creeping up on her face, her cheeks scorched with red. Her hair was tangled in my hair, and she gently stroked the back of my head. I slid over to where we were laying the same direction, facing each other. I let her stroke my hair, and I used one hand to rub light circles on her thigh. Soon enough, she had goosebumps up on her leg. I smirked and leaned over, pressing my lips to her neck. She tensed up but didn't fight me. My teeth tugged slightly on the black choker she kept on her neck, and she pulled away then. I stared at her in confusion, unsure what I did wrong.
Yukimi sat up, her hand running over the fabric strip. She smiled down at me softly, leaned down, kissed me lightly, and left just as I went to kiss her back. She shut the door to my room, and I sank back onto my mattress. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? The girl get excited, then the guy leave her to think about what they did. Then again, Yukimi wasn't like normal girls. It made her so unique and special. I liked that about her. I liked a lot about her.
The strength she held, her fair skin, the silkiness of her black hair, her bright blue eyes, her slender curves, the scars she wielded on her body, her curiousness. Everything. She was flawless with all of her flaws. I ran a hand over my face, taking a deep breath. She was under my skin. So far under that Yuki didn't have enough room to keep a hold on me anymore. The thought brought a smile to my face.
I sat up, stretched out my arms, and stood up. I went into my bathroom in search of a hot shower. The streams of water burned my bare back, stinging on the more recent scars from battles with other vampires. My thoughts swarmed around Yukimi like the steam clung to the mirror. She was attacked by Shizuka like he was. Was she turned during the attack? It bothered me. I knew that I had been turned. Yuki getting bit all the time by me before she chose Kaname was enough proof. Did Shizuka mean to just kill her? Or did the woman want to savor Yukimi as she had him? Either way, Yukimi was alive. So Shizuka obviously failed on her mission. It was clear that Yukimi wasn't any type of vampire.
I ran my head under the hot water, allowing the heat to sting my metal earrings, plastering my hair to my face. I needed to get it cut. I'd have to get someone to do it for me. Whenever I didn't go to the salon, Yuki would usually cut it for me. Obviously, I couldn't go to her. Maybe Yukimi could trim my hair. She seemed steady enough. If it went wrong I could just shave it all off. I frowned at the thought of cutting all of my hair off. I killed the water, running a hand through my soaked hair. I opened up the shower door and grabbed the towel I had waiting on the counter bolted into the wall. I shut the door again and dried off, wrapping the towel around my hips when I was finished.
I walked out of the bathroom into my room, hair dripping water droplets onto my shoulders and chest. I glanced at my clock and saw that I had about two hours before I had to go to the Night Class gates to stop the Day Class girls from attacking the vampire students. I sighed deeply and went over to my nightstand, opening up one of the drawers, pulling out my gun. I pulled back the top, cocking it. I remembered those years ago when I had turned the gun onto myself. Yuki had saved me from killing myself.
I shook myself out of the tempting thoughts. I hated Yuki. She chose a cold hearted rich boy who also happened to be her brother over me who cared for her like crazy. That was her fault for leaving. She'd never see any kindness from me again. Not after her taking my heart and squishing it under her foot. I went over to my dresser and closet, grabbing a change of clothes. I pulled on my uniform black slacks and white shirt, but I didn't have the effort or care to put on the rest of my uniform. Sitting back down on my bed, I laid back and took a deep breath.
My thoughts roamed off to dangerous places. Yuki being one of them. How is it that the bitch who left me two years back could still invade my thoughts? Especially when most of my thoughts compared her to Yukimi? Their names were similar, but Yukimi meant snow beauty. She resembled it, too. She was so small and frail like snow. She was pale like the ice. Her beauty was unbelievable. It fit her well. I wondered about her. My eyes snapped to the blue bound file sitting on my nightstand. I sat up, picking up the folder.
I unwrapped it and read it. By the time I was finished, I ran both my hands through my hair. By God. How is this Yukimi? Why did the file say so bad about her when I've only seen the good in her? Why did she hide all of this from me? Did she not trust me enough? Or was all of this so traumatizing that she didn't enjoy speaking of it? I ran my hands down my face, stopping as I cupped my chin, fingers crossed over my mouth. The file dropped to the floor but I didn't bother with it. If I was so shocked by what happened alone, I couldn't imagine how Yukimi felt about it. She must be sensitive about it, I decided at last.
I picked up the file, and threw it into a drawer of my nightstand. I stood up straight and pulled out my muscles. There was so much in that file about her, a full three hours had passed. I was tired. I yawned, threw off my shirt, and laid down for bed.
Just as darkness took over me, I wondered what Yukimi was doing.