A few weeks had passed in a blissful state of ignorance and peace for the Night Class students. Kuro's state had not exacerbated – in fact, he had not grown stronger since the confrontation. Shiro, though, had become quite curious as to her father, and had become quite attached to Senri. He had shown concern as to her wellbeing when he had noticed the bite marks on her wrist, and she was thankful for it; that someone other than Kuro, who needed her only for his own sake, showed concern for her. He had been a good companion to her as well. Kaname had separated Kuro and Shiro for the moment with the excuse that Kuro, as a pureblood, needed much more attention. He had had him moved to a room with Rima and Takuma so that his every waking need might be satisfied. Unfortunately, Shiro had seen through his plan, and was partly grateful for it. She needed time away from Kuro, as much as she loved and needed him.
The time had passed as such, and it was soon time for the annual Cross Academy ball. The academy was abuzz with anticipation.
Shiro twirled before her mirror, dolled up as best she could in her gown for the ball. As Kuro watched, perched on her bed in a room that he no longer called his own, he found her to be beautiful, and was proud that she was him, for in her beauty was forged his own. A selfish thought, he mused. Shiro wore a blue dress to match the colour of her eyes. It was of dark blue silken strapless dress that fit her well, and fell gracefully beneath her hips to the floor. She wore white gloves and a white lily in her hair, which was balled into a large bun at the crown of her head. A white sash draped from her hip diagonally across her bust to cascade over her shoulder, forming a sort of train behind her.
Kuro was dressed in his Night Class uniform, but donned a blue rose instead of the traditional red rose in his pocket to match his sister. They looked beautiful as a pair, two of a kind, perhaps.
"Shall we?" Kuro gestured to the door, holding up his arm for her to take. Shiro returned to his side and took his arm as the made their way to the foyer where the other vampires congregated.
"Is it normal to be nervous, Kuro?" Shiro asked tentatively, clutching his arm tighter as the Night Class fixed their gazes on them. Kuro chuckled; she was making him nervous too, literally.
"Be calm, sister. You are by far the most beautiful girl in the room."
The first to greet them was Senri and Rima, of course. Senri came to them and took Shiro's arm whilst Rima went to Kuro. The latter two had formed a sort of silent bond in accordance with their new circumstances. Kuro was as nice as he could be to someone he considered a servant. Rima, in compliance with Kaname's firm command, had done her best to like Kuro, and she had found him to be not wholly bad.
"You're beautiful," Senri commented immediately, smiling ever-so-slightly at Shiro. She blushed and thanked him and returned the compliment. The two walked together to the ball, their counterparts watching closely behind them. Rima clutched loosely at Kuro's arm as he led them into the ballroom as well. He looked down at her, and finding her to be quite pretty with her dark dress, dull blue eyes and unchanged hair, decided that he would make the best of the night.
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