A/N: I am not sure if this chapter reached its full potential, but I hope you will enjoy it. (: The entire chapter is about Kaname and Zero... They needed some time together. ;3
Warnings: Sexual situations, sexual wordings, more angsty.
Chapter 5: White Lies
(Zero)
"Will you have intercourse with me, Kaname?"
Without giving him the time to process his words, Zero captured Kaname's lips in a deep, languorous, passionate kiss, seizing the soft moan greedily – desperately.
Pulling the pureblood closer, lips slightly curving, he trembled, eyes sealed shut, as he felt the brunette slowly; reluctantly responding to the kiss by dragging his teeth on his lower lip, nipping; driving him insane.
Long fingers were tangled in silver strands, and pale arms were wrapped around the slender waist, as the battle of tongues continued, both moaning softly against each other's lips, as gnawing heat slowly built up within them.
They parted slightly, lips barely away, breaths heavy; ragged, as they watched one another silently; flushed. The kiss was searing, exceptionally passionate, and left him, and Kaname, by the looks of it, breathless; senseless. And without a second to lose, Zero claimed the pureblood's lips again, with greater urgency, with greater demand, as if silently willing Kaname to submit to the pleasure of the kiss, and to only be able to think of him, and him alone.
The dangerous clash of lips became more and more intense, more deep, as tongues entwined, as bodies got molded together, hands trailing, searching, groping whatever they could find. The caress of the pureblood's tongue over his made his hands clench, and Zero growled silently in his throat, eyes fluttering close, thrusting his own wet muscle into the sweet warm cavern, exploring, biting, and desiring more.
Another good minute (or a few?) elapsed, before he had to reluctantly pull away, the need for air becoming too strong for his body to ignore any longer, yet his heart ached for more. More intimacy. More of Kaname. More of his exotic taste. He had waited long enough, far too long. No more waiting – not when the object of his affection was this close.
Through half-lidded eyes, he stared into the equally glazed, yet partially confused, wine-red orbs, searching for signs of disgust; hatred, and when none was found, he leaned in again, intending to imprison those lips that haunted him for almost two decades into another captivity of intense pleasure.
A hand clamped over his mouth, and amethyst orbs widened, regarding the flustered brunette with a grave look.
"I...what...Why?... " Kaname muttered softly; incredulously, brashly shuffling away from him, disoriented, and eyed the ground, seeming bewildered, a slow flush creeping up his neck.
The kiss seemed to have shaken pureblood's conscience, and unfortunately, not in a good way either. Zero pressed his lips together bitterly, clenching his jaw.
Denial. It was written all over the pureblood's face, and he took in a deep, shaky breath, his heart twisting with affliction.
Anything but denial, Kaname. Please don't tell me that this was a mistake, that this meant nothing to you.
His negligence to answer the pureblood of his inquiry had Kaname reeling in rage, and with a deep growl, the pureblood raised his gaze to meet his, eyes darkening with displeasure, "Don't get the wrong idea, Zero-san. This meant nothing. It was only due to the heat of the moment. I apologize for responding when I should have pushed you away instead. That was my sole mistake."
The words he had most dreaded made their way to his ears, and his heart sank.
Feelings of indignation, pain, and frustration exploded within him, and without a warning, he grabbed Kaname by the shoulders, nails unconsciously digging into his skin; shaking in anger.
He had poured his heart out, and Kaname was still asking him 'why'? Claiming that the kiss meant nothing to him? What more did he need to show him? To say to him?
What more did the pureblood require of him? Especially when his everything already belonged to him?
Kaname winced slightly, and contemplatively; silently watched him, lips curled to a frown, face impassive.
It only angered Zero further, and amethyst orbs hardened to cold stones, his grip on the pureblood's shoulders tightening, blunt nails penetrating the flesh deeper.
"Why?!" He repeated, his voice etched with suppressed pain, as his frame trembled more, "Nothing? A mistake? Are you seriously saying that when the obvious facts are right in front of you?"
The pureblood scowled, and regarded him cynically, burgundy eyes narrowed.
Zero bit down on his quivering lip and turned his gaze away from the pureblood, his anger diminishing, his head throbbing with apprehension, with fear, as he willed himself to speak, to profess the words that might cause Kaname to finally understand his actions, his intentions, his feelings...
...And the meaning behind the kiss they shared...
Or for the time being, to at least say something.
It was now or never.
"Because... Because... I..." Love you, damn it! He had wanted to say, to confess, but words dissolved on his tongue before they had the chance to be expressed; to be articulated in spoken words.
Fuck it.
He was frightened of rejection; of the fact that he might disgust Kaname, push him further away from himself than he already was, and deepen his burning hate for him – and that was the last thing Zero wanted. The very last one.
Quite a rational fear, he admitted, but at the same time, to him, it was fairly new. Fairly frightening.
He was becoming too weak, too feeble, and he detested it. Weakness in their world meant death. An inconvenience to be used against if the information fell into the wrong hands. And he had no intentions letting another soul be aware of his forbidden affections for Kaname, not again, not after that incident.
Zero compressed his lips tightly, his arms falling to his side, his gaze dropping to his feet.
That appalling period of his life was a constant reminder for him to keep his lips shut, to keep his feelings hidden, and to appear strong even in his weakest state.
And if he told Kaname now, if he allowed Kaname to know of his feelings for him, he would endanger him, put him at risk – and he rather chose to die, or to live a life without him, than let that happen.
He couldn't allow that to happen. Never. Not until he was alive, and breathing. He would keep Kaname safe, no matter what the cost, no matter what he had to sacrifice.
Zero had done it in the past, and he would do it again, without a thought to spare. Because his love for Kaname was the only thing kept him alive, gave him the will to carry on and to never look back.
He could not lose that. At any cost. Damn him to hell if he did.
Kaname would know, but now, not here, not until the time was right, and not until he made sure the pureblood was completely safe from the hands of his perpetrators.
He would wait. For a while longer. Few more years were nothing to him.
Absolutely nothing.
(Kaname)
The silence bothered him, and he cleared his throat, his wine-red orbs strangely curious.
"Because you what, Zero-san?
The part where he had said the kiss was only due to the heat of the moment was the sheer truth, but the rest of his response was complete bullshit. The kiss had meant something to him, what it was, he had no fucking clue. Moreover, for whatever reason, it didn't feel like a mistake. Instead, it felt right, like he was intended to kiss the man, to pull him closer instead of pushing him away.
Why though? The piece of knowledge frustrated him further, and Kaname compressed his lips into a thin line, having no intention to inquire the pureblood about the interpretations behind his doubts. If he did, the man's ego would reach new heights in a matter of seconds.
He had no doubt about that fact.
"Forget it," came the curt reply, as narrowed amethyst eyes regarded him, face devoid of emotions.
Kaname swallowed uneasily and averted his eyes from the deep profoundness the gaze held, feeling conscious; queasy under the pureblood's attention.
Had he, possibly, inquired something, that was perhaps considered inappropriate? But what choice did he have? The pureblood's words, as well as his 'actions', made no sense to him, and left him puzzled; restless. If Haruka had 'taken away' his special person – he was still disgusted by the idea of it – whom Zero-san deemed to be so damn important – that the man had to ruin his marriage, why would he kiss him then? Divulge with him with information that had nothing to do with him?
Unless that individual he claimed to have 'relinquished his heart' to was non-other than ...
"Are you in love with me, Zero-san?"
For a moment, they stood in the most uncomfortable; the most awkward silence Kaname had ever experienced, before Zero-san choked back an unexpected laughter, staring at him with wide, incredulous eyes.
His entire face burned hotly, and he shot the preposterous pureblood his infamous glare, clenching his teeth together. He had blurted out the first thing his mind had conjured, and now, because of his terrible mistake, he had to suffer the humiliation of being considered a dim-witted fool. He should have kept his mouth shut, for god's fucking sake.
Why in the world could he have possibly thought that this insatiable whore, pardon his language, ever have the heart to love another, other than his worldly, scrumptious desires?
Not possible. Not a chance in million years.
And he was proved right, yet again, when the following words smoothly glided from the pureblood's tongue.
"With you? Really? Don't flatter yourself, Kaname. I am only interested in your... " The pureblood's gaze unabashedly traveled down his frame, smirking." ... physique. You are the only man on this court I have yet to taste."
He made a repulsed face. "You are disgusting."
Upon his response, the pureblood shot him a toothy grin, before dissolving into a series of chuckles.
"You have got that right. The disgust within me has no bounds. It's quite lecherous. But that's why you want me, Kaname. I can see it clearly in your eyes." Amethyst eyes bemused, Zero-san sensually licked his lips, trailing his fingers down his chest – seducing him, teasing him.
He glowered down at the pureblood, his tone darkening; sarcastic. "Now who is flattering whom?" His response was a low growl reverberating from the back of his throat, before he got up to his feet and turned himself away from the man, heading towards the door. "I had enough of your nonsense. If you refuse to leave, I shall do it then."
Without a second wasted, his arm was gripped, and then, he has abruptly wrenched around, bewildered burgundy eyes meeting with furious lavender ones.
"You will not leave until I say so, Kaname. Do you understand?"
"What the fuck is your problem –"
"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up." The pureblood demanded; voice harsh, rasped with emotions as the man drew him closer by the arm he still clasped, burying his face into his chest – trembling, murmuring under his breath. "Please wait, for a while longer."
His heart thumped loudly within his ribcage, and with narrowed eyes, Kaname stared down at the pureblood, biting his lip, remaining silent.
The man before him confused his feelings, made his head hurt. He didn't know whether he should hate Zero-san, or sympathize with him – feel sorry for him. But why would he even have the latter option as a choice? Zero-san had done nothing but cause him pain, ruin his life, sleep with his husband.
So why? Why should he feel anything but hate for the said man? The fact that he disliked the older pureblood was no secret, but he craved to feel a burning hate, from the bottom of his heart, towards the man. A hate so extreme that would scorch the pureblood to ashes.
But he couldn't. For some fucking reason, he wasn't able to make himself to feel the pure, burning hatred; resentment towards Zero-san. Something was preventing him from doing so; something so great he had no clue, or memory, of what it was.
Why Lord, why do you hate me so?
"Thank you, Kaname." The pureblood said; in a quiet appreciative voice, and aroused him from his deep reverie, causing his eyes to follow the owner of the voice, his heart aching at the sight.
Amethyst eyes brimming with anguish, Zero-san's distraught features gazed up at him, fingers clutching his shirt tightly, holding him close to him.
He frowned slightly, and shot the man a curt nod, unconsciously placing his hand over the clenched fist, feeling guilty yet again for causing this pureblood any sort of suffering.
Had I always been this nice?
Time passed in an overflowing silence, while they stood there, staring at each other, holding each other's gazes, thousands of questions running through his head, yet not a single one had been inquired through him.
Coward, that what he was, that he would always be for the rest of his life – especially when feelings; emotions were concerned.
But could anyone blame him? After all the things he had gone through?
He swallowed a sigh, chewing on his lip a little. He had to stop pulling out the pity card, it didn't suit him. The downside of consuming ten glasses of wine was finally gaining a hold of him, in the worst, pathetic way possible. It was a perfect time, and opportunity, to jump off the balcony, and to die, although, that was deemed to be impossible – since purebloods were immortal creatures, and it would humiliate that non-existent higher power in the heavens if they ought to perish in such a self-degrading fashion.
Another inward sigh.
Smiling slightly, Zero-san severed the bewitching moment, by breaking the eye contact first, by speaking first – whilst, his fingers still grasped his shirt, refusing to let go, as if he would fade away into thin air if he did.
"So I assume that your answer is positive?"
"My answer to what?" His features contorted into a mask of confusion, a defined brow arched inquiringly.
"To my earlier question."
"... What question, if I may ask again?" What was Zero-san on about? Did he fail to hear something of importance while his brain was lost in its own realm?
The bewildered look the pureblood shot him confirmed him of his suspicions.
"That fucking question!"
A brief moment of uncomfortable silence passed and he blankly stared at Zero-san, the word 'fucking' bringing realization to him, which in return, assisted the darkening of his flush on his features.
Zero-san could not have meant that question, right?
Although, his doubts were swiftly washed into a sea of oblivion when those pale cheeks began burning up, undoubtedly mirroring his own.
Zero-san had indeed meant that very question.
Fuck. What did he ought to answer to that? Shouldn't the answer be plainly obvious?
But just to clarify things, to know that he wasn't misunderstanding the implications, again, Kaname inquired; voice surprisingly flat. "Is it the same question where you asked if I would like to have intercourse with you?"
Zero-san nodded, eyes averted, flushing darkly.
A dark eyebrow twitched vaguely. Why was the pureblood acting so docile; so meek when he had been seducing him with his obscene words mere minutes ago? What in the world was with the sudden change of attitude? Did the man, poor soul if that was the case, suffer from mood disorders?
He swallowed a sigh. What was he getting himself into? The Hios were a cursed breed, his uncle always warned him to stay away from them, lest he wanted misfortune to befall upon him. And yet here he was, chatting idly about the topic of lovemaking with the cursed son of the Hio lineage.
Great job, Kaname. Great fucking job.
Kaname narrowed his eyes, feeling bitter. However, instead of berating himself, he should be scolding his uncle. The man should have given the same warning to his own sons. Maybe, just maybe, his plight would have never been an issue in the first place. Moreover, he wouldn't even be talking to the man before him if that was the case.
Mental face slam.
A double face slam against the brick wall with his deceased uncle would be more satisfactory, more gratifying, but believe it or not, he actually treasured his sanity (as well as his face) and had no desire on acquiring a curse from a dead man.
His life was already 'cursed' with the way it was now. No more calamities needed, thank you.
Another long, withdrawn sigh escaped his lips.
A soft touch on his cheek, a kiss on his jaw, and Kaname – fortunately, snapped to the present from his mental self-torment in time – found himself staring right into the pool of lavender.
"Touch me, Kaname. Please." The whisper was low; seductive, filled with hidden implications, waiting to be unraveled, and Kaname swallowed the uncomfortable lump in his throat, shaking.
He managed to shake his head, eye dropping to the ground.
No, no, he refused to be enchanted by this incubus. He was stronger than that, he had to be stronger.
"Look at me when I am talking to you," Zero-san growled, and with the tip of his finger, jerked his chin up, forcing him to look directly into his eyes, "Kaname, I want you. I want you so bad. Here and now. Surrender yourself to me. Please..."
"Zero-san, you know I cannot – "
His lips were silenced with another pair, and not a moment longer, he was encased in the pureblood's arms, groaning against the man's mouth.
"Kaname, Kaname, " Zero-san parted from the kiss, breaths ragged, voice heavy with lust, as the pureblood seized his fingers, placing them under his kimono, against his hardened... "Look what you do to me, Kaname. This is all because of you. You have to take responsibility. You cannot leave me like this. "
And those words worked their magic on him.
Intense heat gathered in the depths of his lower regions, and much to his disdain, Kaname shuddered, swallowing nervously, as his eyes roved over the sublime figure, fingers feeling sensually warm against the pureblood's arousal. The desire to devour Zero-san sprang up again, with full vigor this time, and his frame trembled more in enormous need. The beast within him screamed; pleaded him for pleasure, for release, for him to participate in this sinful act, and for him to indulge himself in the exquisite taste that only the blood of this pureblood held.
In other words, he craved to embrace Zero-san, then and there; god forbid, the fierce desire to do so was formidable.
So why not take upon the offer – when it was so freely, willingly given to him? What was stopping him? If Haruka could have a piece of this beauty, why could he not?
The implication was too strong, the stakes were too great, and the temptation was too hard to resist.
So what in the world was stopping him from carrying out his desires?
"Zero-san", He heard himself whisper, hoarsely; honestly, "I want to, god forbid, I desperately desire to embrace you." His fingers touched the pureblood's warm cheek in a soft caress, absentmindedly running the tip of his tongue over his dry lips, his heartbeat racing within his chest.
The pureblood's embarrassment darkened distinctly, and Zero-san anxiously bit his bottom lip, staring at him with wide eyes, anticipation filled within the depths of them.
"But I won't. I can't." He murmured softly, moving his fingers away, and his heart pained yet again when the look of despondent anguish graced the pureblood's flawless features, amethyst eyes overflowing with sorrow, with dejection.
The man's crestfallen look should have been an accomplishment for him, but Kaname wished that he could eat his own words, or at least say something, to soothe, even slightly, the pain he had caused the pureblood.
He knew he had managed to hurt Zero-san once again, and at that moment, because of that fact alone, he discovered a newfound self-hatred towards himself.
(Zero)
"I am sorry, Zero-san." Kaname's fingers left his cheek, and Zero felt his heart drop in the pit of his stomach, the corner of his eyes stinging.
Why, Kaname? Why are you refusing me?
As if Kaname heard his silent query, his eyes softened, and he spoke; voice soft, and nauseatingly loving. "Because Haruka-san is the one I love. I can't sleep with anyone else. It will not feel right if it's not him... You know what I am saying, right?"
The pureblood's words fell upon deaf ears. Because he paid no heed to them after his beloved's confession of his love to Haruka. It hurt. So damn much. The terrible anguish that struck his heart was unexplainable, and Zero felt a dreadful ache within his chest, only managing to bloom to further agony, further distress. Something was cruelly being torn inside of him, relentlessly, tortuously; and the pain was too terrible, too great to bear.
But he had to try, make an attempt to convince Kaname, to make him surrender to him with his own free will. He was so close to getting him, he had to try harder, he could not give up... Not now.
With furrowed eyebrows, with a pleading voice, he placed his chilled palm on the side of the brunette's face, violet orbs brimming with unshed tears. "But Haruka cheated on you. Why can't you do the same, Kaname? I am here. You can do anything to me. Anything at all, Kaname."
The desperation laced around his words for the latter to change his mind; to see the facts from his point of view was clear. But at that moment, he did not care. If that's what it took, him on his knees, begging for Kaname to become his, he would do it, in a heartbeat.
That's how much he loved Kaname.
"Hmm..." The pureblood hummed absentmindedly, shifting his eyes to the wall, chewing on his lip, and contemplating over his words with a serious look.
The fact that Kaname was actually pondering over his words ignited a desperate hope within him, and the agony in his heart was slightly lifted, feeling somewhat soothed.
There was still a chance for him.
Kaname didn't have the slightest idea of what his simple gesture could do to him. Did to him. Not a single fucking clue.
Although, his so-called moment of joy ruthlessly came crashing down on him when the consequent words left the pureblood's mouth.
"I know, but I still cannot. I am not Haruka. I cannot cheat on the person I have made my vows to. My love for him isn't that weak, Zero-san."
His broken heart shattered even more than before, and he clenched his fists, lips showing the slightest sign of quivering. However, Zero still resumed his pursuit, not intending back down from the conversation, not planning to give up on Kaname.
He could do this. He just had to push... a little bit more.
"Kaname, consider this again. Give me a chance, please. You won't regret it. I will make this memorable...for both of us. Haruka would never get a drift of this encounter, I promise you that as well. So please. Relinquish yourself to me... only for this one night." His words conveyed the despair; the helplessness he was experiencing, and yet, he made no intentions of hiding it.
Both he and Kaname noticed that.
But his lingering, remaining hope was smashed to dust, one by one, right in front of his eyes, as the pureblood shook his head slowly.
He was rejected, yet again, by this very same person.
Ouch.
"Zero-san, my answer will always be the same. No matter how many times you ask, no matter how persuasive your words sound every time, I cannot sleep with you." The pureblood exhaled a deep sigh, continuing, "Because my heart belongs Haruka-san, Zero-san. Even when he has cheated on me, even he has hurt me in the worst way imaginable... I can't stop myself from not loving him."
"..."
"I am sorry," Kaname added silently, burgundy eyes softening further, as they stared down at him, almost too pitifully.
Don't look at me like that. Please, not you.
And he never felt more pathetic in his life than at this moment.
A heavy silence sank on them, before Zero shot the pureblood a curt nod, averting his face away from Kaname, as shameful tears threatened to escape from his eyes.
When the last of his expectations; his hopes dissolved into thin air, agony like he had never known barreled through him, and his heart twisted in an excruciating pain.
Suddenly, it was exceedingly difficult to breathe; to even own the will to live.
Did loving someone, one who was so far out of his reach, so extremely pure, always hurt this intensely?
Apparently, it did, if the anguish within him was anything to go by.
There was no point of him staying there, with Kaname, a moment longer, Zero decided. The pureblood had made his intention abundantly clear. If he prolonged his inevitable departure for another couple of minutes, he was going to make a further fool out of himself. Something that he would rather avoid. He had already humiliated himself quite fairly – acting like some pathetic, sobbing, lovesick puppy. But his feelings for Kaname hadn't diminished even a little bit. He loved him too much.
Was his love perhaps the same one Kaname had for Haruka? The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, and it took all of his strength to not break down – there and then.
Karma was one cruel, cruel bitch.
"I have to go now, Kaname." Fostering his shattered heart, Zero heard himself say, his voice barely audible; his head low as he strode towards the door, footsteps light, but hurried. "Rido is probably looking for me. I apologize for asking something so outrageous. I wasn't thinking straight."
After a moment of silence, Kaname nodded, seeming somewhat guilty. "It's okay, Zero-san. Enjoy your night."
"And Kaname", Zero stopped at the door, and cocked his head to the side, his voice earnest; broken, "I will stop my affair with Haruka, I promise. I won't interfere in your marriage anymore. He is all yours..!" He sucked in a sharp breath and steadfastly met the burgundy eyes, the very same ones that had always managed to draw him in, caused him to lose himself within the profound depths of them, and the ones he cherished with his entire heart.
His fingers involuntarily tightened around the doorknob, and he trembled, the corner of his eyes stinging. "I am sorry for doing this to you."
A pause. "Zero-san... "
His features softening, his lips curving, he stared at Kaname, smiling through the anguish his eyes betrayed, "So please don't hate me, Kaname. Anything else but that. I beg of you."
Without waiting for the pureblood to conjure up a response, Zero had already disappeared out the door, leaving the brunette speechless and alone to deal with his conflicting emotions.
This was for the best.
(Kaname)
He exhaled, loudly and deeply, and fell down on his back, mahogany eyes absentmindedly staring at the ceiling. The chilling coldness radiating from floor relaxed his tense muscles – making me feel alive; causing me to realize that all of this was far from a very terrible dream, or a nightmare, to be more precise.
It had been a hell of a day, one which he was willing to exchange with any other day of the year, or two years, hell even three years if it was absolutely necessary.
First, and unfortunately of all, he had run into Isaya out of everyone he could have ever cross his paths with. After that unpleasant encounter, it was a domino effect of misfortune events: he got sexually and emotionally harassed by his ex-fiance, he found about Haruka's affair with Zero-san, causing him to actually talk back to his husband, oh so rudely, although the man deserved it, and so much more; and let's not forget about his spectacular departure from the ballroom – Kaname desperately hoped no one noticed it, or he would be the laughing stock amongst the vampires for the entire century, and then the whole ordeal with Zero-san occurred, eliciting profound feelings of remorse within him – and to a most disgraceful length, ones of carnal hunger and desire for the said pureblood.
Fucking hell of a day.
Every meager concern was driving him to insanity, to madness. And he was terrified that he would end up like his mother, the woman who lost her life due to her instability after the betrayal of her lover. The same woman who committed suicide when he was barely three months old.
He disliked her. No, that was an understatement. He detested her. Abhorred her for leaving him without the protection of a parent, without the love of a mother.
Kaname pursed his lips bitterly. He would never end up like her. Never in million years. Death would be better than becoming just like her. He was better, stronger than his mother ever was.
He could not lose himself. Never.
A long, withdrawn sigh passed through his lips, and he closed his eyes in frustration.
He was unwittingly feeling guilty, and could not pinpoint the reason as to why. Zero-san was making a mountain out of a molehill, one more thing he could not fathom as to why. He always considered the man of having a mind of rationality, reason, however, opinions could easily be altered, especially after the conduction of a bizarre conversation, exactly like the one he had with the pureblood earlier.
Like what kind of person would ask to sleep with the partner of the individual he was having an affair with?
Not a sane person, not at all.
Distressed amethyst orbs flashed across his head, and Kaname gave out another exasperated sigh.
When the pureblood had said those afflicted, heartrending words, before the had man departed, his heart had been constricted against his ribs in sorrow. He hadn't wanted Zero-san to leave, not like that, never like that; but his tongue had been numb, unable to utter out the words his heart had been screaming.
But why? Why should he feel the need to appease the man? To soothe his pain? When Zero-san had done nothing but the exact opposite?
It was not like Zero-san confessed to him and he rejected the man by claiming that he loved another. Now that would be an act of extreme cruelty, even for him. Not that he could ever imagine the pureblood falling in love with him of all people, especially when the man had far superior choice(s): Haruka.
Oh, the things I would do if I was in his shoes. Another swallowed sigh.
So why in the seven hells was Zero-san wearing an expression ladened with anguish; suffering when he rejected his 'proposal'?
The thought alone managed to worsen his migraine, and he groaned audibly, rolling on his stomach and planting his face against the hard surface of the floor.
The odds weren't particularly in his favor upon this damned day.
Although, fortunately enough, the only pleasant thing that emerged from this entire ordeal was the fact that Zero-san would cease his immoral, non-marital affair with his spouse from this point onward and leave Haruka alone, to him solely – like he should have done from the very beginning.
He couldn't have asked for anything better, but at the same time, for some absurd reason, he wasn't completely satisfied. Something within his heart was aching; twisting, and made me feel empty. What was it? Why was he feeling like this?
Answers seemed to have forsaken him, and his personal inquiring list was swiftly expanding without a halt.
Overthinking did not prove to be an excellent idea, particularly when his brain was already cramped with outrageous information. Resuming his musings for whatever reason would cause his sophisticated brain to explode, a shuddersome sight Kaname preferred to be avoided from occurring.
Nap, that's what he needed. A long, quiet, and an extremely deep nap to regain his footing back. After that, he could think all he wanted, for as how long he desired. Kaname promised himself, and without a further admonition, he yawned, slowly falling into an exhausted, restless slumber shortly after.
Dreams were nothing more than a reminiscence of the past.
He would soon understand the meaning behind that saying.
A/N: Do you guys think that Zero might have come off too strong? O_O I think he did. Although, if Zero had indeed confessed his feelings to Kaname, Kaname would slightly be more understanding...
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