Me: I updated! YUUSSS!

Aidou: Pfft. Humans.

Me:...ICHIJOU!

Aidou: I WANT TO DO IT.

Me: Pfft. Sparkly gay vampires!

Aidou: I'M NOT SPARKLY, NOR GAY. But I am a vampire. Ladies.

Me: Ew.

Aidou: Vampire Knight and the plot belongs to Matsuri Hino. The author is just borrowing everything to write a romance about me. Ladies.

Me: STOP HITTING ON THEM. GEEZE...Ladies.

Aidou: Silly human. Only I can give the ladies the butterflies.

Me: =_=

Chapter Two:

Daily Life

"I can't believe that all of my hard earned money has to be used on the window I broke," Miki sniffed, saddened as she stared at Kaname's letter and bill addressed to her. (She was called up to the office to be given this to her personally.) Stupid neat handwriting, and stupid bill. She pouted and wondered if there was another loophole to get out of paying for the broken window. It was so expensive. Expensive and a cheap Asian person were not very compatible together. Miki emitted a shrill screech, and fell to the ground on her knees, sobbing with buckets of tears leaving her eyes. "I DON'T WANT TO GIVE AWAY MY MONEY! I EARNED SO MUCH!"

"Greedy bastard." Yakama rolled her eyes and plucked the sheets of paper out of her hands and read through it. An impressed whistle left the brunette's lips. "Damn, that's a lot. Have fun paying that off. Unless you can get a rich, hardcore fan girl to pay it off for you, I just see you being broke poor after this." Miki blinked and grew silent. She then jumped up and grabbed a blank paper and pen, taking back the sheets of paper Yakama held. "What are you doing?"

"Studying the guy's handwriting. Duh."

"Why?"

Miki grinned, "I'm gonna forge his handwriting to convince another girl to pay for me. The only problem is that his kanji looks like a fucking painting. This will take me like…thirty minutes to imitate it. That's a long time! I could be sneaking to the kitchen and cook up a burrito!" Not only was she greedy, but she was also a glutton. This is why she spent most of her money buying cheap food, or accepting her fans lunch if they made any for her.

"If you try to cook a burrito, I will murder you. Last time you tried to make something in the kitchen, you almost demolished the building. You better be damn lucky that the prefect was there to put out the explosion. " Yakama directed a sharp glare at Miki, and laid on her side, propping her head up with an arm. "Don't you think that they would figure out that it's fake?"

"Nah. They're all too stupid."

"True."

"DONE." Yakama rolled off her bed and stood next to Miki, reading the letter she had forged into resembling Kaname's handwriting.

Dear beautiful Day Class girl,

Your hair is lovely as rat's nest. Your skin is flawless as the girl next door trying to lose weight. Your lips are cherry pink, and I can't stop thinking about how I want to kiss it and slobber all over it with my clean saliva. Therefore: Pay for the broken window.

Love,

Kuran Kaname

P.S. Here's the bill, with my autograph and picture. Make sure you give the money to Watanabe Miki darling. :3

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Watch your language, hoe. Besides, just look at this beautiful handwriting. Kaname has such delicate and intricate designs in it, that it took me a long time to write it out." Miki smiled widely with satisfaction, lacing her hands across her stomach as she leaned back in the rolling chair she stole from the staff's room. "Admit it Yakama, I'm the best prankster in this school and you love me like my obsession with pornography."

"You're delusional."

"That I am my dear." Miki then folded up everything and shoved it in a pink envelope. Putting on her white converse shoes, she slipped the letter in her pocket and straightened up.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going out to slip this under Kudo Mai's door. She's stupider than me, extremely rich, and she matches these descriptions perfectly. Obviously, you don't really think I would pick someone intelligent, do you?"

"But—but you can't really think that it will work! Do you?"

"Tell you what, if it doesn't work, I'll do anything for you the entire week. I'll even walk around naked. Just for you."

A cold shiver of disgust ran down Yakama's back and she stuck her tongue out. "Just the first part will suffice. What's in it for you, if you win?"

"Easy. You sneak out with me at night for two whole weeks to make me my midnight snack."

"YOU FATASS."

"Is it a deal or not?"

"Fine. But at least change your clothes! You look like…like…"

"A slut?" She adorned a plain red tube top that showed off her flat toned abs from working out, and loose black harem sweatpants hung on her hips lowly. Her choice of clothings revealed a light olive skin tone from being out in the sun a lot. Miki waved her hands carelessly. "It's fine, I've been told to show some modesty. But eh? Who gives a fuck about it when we're all going to die one day soon? Besides, after I whip up a short snack from the kitchen—I'LL MAKE A SANDWHICH OKAY!—then I'll be on the track field for a jog. I want to wear something that will be easy to move in and give me a comfortable breeze. Don't get so prissy about it. The city is a lot different from the country, if you haven't noticed."

Yakama clicked her tongue in distaste and nodded reluctantly. "Fine," she snapped. It was a touchy subject that the brown-haired girl did not like to discuss. She came from the country, and wanted to enjoy the life of a city-girl she saw on her small T.V. "You know, I still don't get how you found out I came from the country side."

"Easy, I read your diary." She made a troll face. "Bye-bye!" Miki ran out the door with Yakama hot on her trails in her pink, bunny pajamas.

"COME HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

Dashing down the dark empty hallways, Miki dropped herself down onto the ground using her stomach and slid past a certain door, sliding the letter under the wood. Quickly, she placed her hand flat on the ground with her palms and lifted her entire body off the floor, bending her legs to stand up properly. She brushed the dirt off and heard the pattering from behind. "It's time for me to go make my sandwich! To the kitchen!" Once she reached the end of the hallway, she slid the window up and jumped in the tree, shutting it back down. Yakama glared at her from the other side angrily, causing the back of her hair to stand up. Smiling sheepishly, she waved and hopped off from the branch and landed on the ground. She checked her watch. "Let's see. Right now, the prefects should be by the main gates. That should leave me enough time to sneak into the main building and make me my sandwich. I knew I shouldn't have skipped out on dinner today! I'm so damn hungry."

This is why we come to the conclusion of Watanabe Miki in a small home economics class, snacking on ten stacked sandwiches—one sandwich would have two breads with two pieces of turkey inside, lettuce, tomato, cheese, mayonnaise, and some chips crushed in there. Ten of these are not exactly the healthiest thing to be feeding an athlete for an upcoming competition. Or even a person, in fact. This was just plain fattening. And quite plainly, it was just too creepy with her bent over a counter in the dark, caressing her food gently whispering, "My lovely darlings, I've been dying to just eat you up. I want to suck on you, bite you, chew you, so much that it pains me to just sit here and look at you—"

"What are you doing?"

Miki shrieked and threw up her plates, food flying in the air.

Aidou held out a hand and caught the plate, maneuvering his arm around with ease to catch the food. He placed it back on the counter and raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing in the building at night, Watanabe Miki."

Hand over a chest, she breathed a sigh of relief and gave the stack of sandwiches another one of her gentle touches. "That's right baby, momma's got you." Aidou recoiled in disgust at her 'loving' display. Coughing awkwardly, Miki smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of her neck when she realized she still had company. "Right. Yeah. About that, I skipped dinner and I got hungry."

"You're telling me, you consume that much food within a day?" he said, with an incredulous fascination.

"To be fair, I did eat breakfast and snacks in between. "

"You mean this is just dinner only?"

"Yep!"

Fat human! Aidou then blinked, blue eyes widening as seconds ticked by with a tiny blush appearing in his cheeks, "And what are you wearing? That—That's inappropriate to wear in public!"

"OMG. I KNOW, I'M SUCH A SLUT." The fingers that were sinking into the bread then rose into a languid wave out of sheer mock. "Save it, pretty boy. I've heard about my fashion choices from my classmates too many times. Sides', it's not like I sell myself or anything, or I dress to impress other people. I just like wearing this because it's comfortable. I mean seriously, I can feel the breeze." She spread her arms out and waved them wildly as if she had a pair of wings. "CAUSE I'M C.L. THE ONE AND ONLY BADDEST FEMALE."

He sighed deeply and shook his head, "No, I'm pretty sure you're Watanabe Miki. You made that pretty clear the first time we met." He took a seat opposite to her and played with cracked blue marble in his pocket idly, watching her eat intensively with his eyes. It was a good thing he didn't feel like learning today, otherwise, some other vampire might stumble upon this girl and decide to suck her blood. His nose twitched and his face scrunched up. Her blood smelled mostly of….sweat. It didn't have that sweet, sickeningly aroma to it like Yuuki did. It didn't make him crave for her blood; it was repulsive, yet it fitted her perfectly. The blood of the owner described everything about the person—what they were thinking, their history, their personalities, everything.Thank goodness her blood didn't smell delicious, or he would have trouble to just even sit there without wanting to drain her entire body. "Hey, do you remember me?"

Miki swallowed her fifth sandwich and squinted her eyes to get a better look at him. She gasped and slammed her fist on the counter, shaking it. "OH! I remember you now! You're the guy that got a look at my awesome panda panties! MAN, am I glad about not be wearing my G-string that day. That would be so embarrassing!" He gave her a steely glare. "Psh. And then you got angry at me for just mentioning the truth about you being a virgin. Why so mad? You should be PROUD of that. Virgins in high school? That's like a treasure in this huge place. There's only fifty girls in my dorm that are virgins. No surprise though because they're seriously prude."

"For your information, I am not a virgin," Aidou retorted, crossing his arms. Okay, so he's had sex about once in his long lifetime. It still counted. Poor vampire though. Her legs didn't stand a chance to his pent up frustrations. "And what about you? I bet you're still a virgin!"

"I am." She swallowed her eighth sandwich, and then took a small sip from the cup of water besides her.

"….Really?"

She nodded with a blank face, "Yeah, I'm too fat for anyone to take away my virginity." She pinched the non-existent flab on her stomach. "And my face is average looking. The guys keep on saying I always have a smug or idiotic look on me."

"…."

"I'm joking!" Miki laughed raucously and slapped her thighs in exaggeration. "Well, not the part about being a virgin; that, I'm completely serious. Oh, and the last part too. Apparently, I always look like a smug, idiotic bitch. But Yakama told me that my body and sexy (dreadful) personality makes up for the look on my face and horrible academic skills! So it's all good in my world!"

"You're crazy."

"And awesome. Don't forget that part." Miki picked up the plastic plate and cup, washing it and then putting it back in the cabinets. "Yeah, so umm…this is crazy…and I just met you…but I'm going to leave, and you will not follow me because I might get caught by the prefects? Mmmkay? Kay'." She dashed out of the building leaving Aidou sitting there, wondering just what the hell had happened.

Shaking his head slowly, he dragged his feet back to the large classroom and took his seat, playing with the blue marble in his pocket again. Great, now life was boring again, dealing with the same routine. Wake up and get ready for school, mess with his fan girls, go to school and to find the teachers screwing around behind the scenes when they deemed it unnecessary to teach the students, listen to Kaname, drink blood tablets when he's hungry and eat, return to the dorm to shower and sleep, then repeat. It was so boring and made him feel depressed about having to deal with this until he graduated.

"Hanabusa. Where did you go?"

Blue eyes darted over and landed his eyes on his cousin. "I smelled a human in this building and went to check up on it." Hastily, he added, "I didn't do anything! I promise!"

"Them," Kaname corrected idly, not once looking up from the large book in his hands. "Humans are people, not an object."

"My apologies, Kaname-sama," Aidou replied, biting back his rude comment on how he didn't see Miki anything, but a human. "I met that human girl again. Watanabe Miki, the girl that destroyed the window."

"Why was she here?" Ichijou asked eagerly. "Did she tell you when she was going to give me her manga collection? I haven't seen her at the gates for days."

"No, and she was only here to make her dinner," Aidou snorted, leaning back in seat to make himself comfortable. "You had to be there. She made ten sandwiches and sucked them in like a vacuum after she talked to it like the thing was her lifeline."

"Humans need food to live," Shiki stated with a dry yawn. "Technically, it is her lifeline."

"Fine. Her lover, child, whatever you want to call it!" The blonde snapped, irritated.

Ruka rolled her eyes and crossed her arms haughtily, "Stop being so childish. Letting a simple human get you so worked up is pathetic."

"You can't even call her a human. Have you seen her? It's more as if she's a werewolf. She's rough, adept in any physical activity, her stomach is like a bottomless pit, and idiotic! She wears her heart on her sleeves just like those foul creatures." He scowled, slamming his fist on the table. "And you're not one to talk about letting a simple human getting me so worked up when the same could be said for you." Ruka directed a glare at him.

Rima chewed on a pocky stick in her mouth, eyes trailing to the ceiling. "You don't think she's a werewolf do you?"

"I am positive that she's one hundred-percent human," Kaname stated serenely, flipping his page calmly. "Werewolves have a distinct scent to them. We would notice a werewolf at this place immediately because of that. Their smell alone are a dead giveaway, especially on a full moon." The vampires didn't look too convinced, even if it did come from him. Kaname sighed and placed his book down. "I have already done a background check on her. The mother is a housewife, and the father owns a butcher shop. She comes from a normal family. Now please, drop the topic of this human. She is not worth arguing over."

"Yes, Kaname-sama, " the Night Class chanted simultaneously.

Purebloods were given too much privilege.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

A smirk tugged at the ends of Yakama's lips. "That's what you get for reading my diary." An amused smile graced her face, but it disappeared as Miki stumbled into the room wearing the girl's uniform in hot pink instead of black. Yakama pulled at her knee length socks up and then put on her loafers. She put on the blazer, grinning. "You look really good in pink, Miki."

Miki scowled and threw the pink blazer on the ground, "You're a monster!" She stomped on it with her converse repeatedly. She then threw herself against Yakama and buried her face in the crook of the brunette's neck. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME BABY? I THOUGHT WE HAD A CONNECTION! I THOUGHT WE LOVED EACH OTHER!"

Yakama shrieked and tried shoving Miki off. "STOP IT! YOU'RE GETTING YOUR SALIVA ALL OVER ME!"

"THEN GIVE ME YOUR UNIFORM!"

"NO!"

"GIVE IT YOU BITCH!"

"NO!"

"Ahem." In the middle of stripping Yakama, they froze and craned their necks to the doorway to see a chubby girl with acne on her face and cherry colored lips. She smiled widely and waved. "I'm Kudo Mai. The letter I was given from Kaname-sama told me to find you to give the money for the broken window." Yakama paled. "Here you go Watanabe-san! I'll just uhh…leave it on your bed for you to pick up when you're done with…your business. Goodbye!" Kudo skipped out of the room, shutting the door promptly.

Miki shoved Yakama away and picked up the envelope, peeking inside to see a wad of cash. She swayed on spot and the jumped up, throwing her fist in the air. "HELL YEAH BABY! PLAN WORKED. And I believe you lost the bet."

"…I hate you," Yakama spat angrily.

"But we all know you secretly love me even if I can get annoying. I read it in your diary when you dedicated one whole journal to your "new roommate." By the way babe, you can drop the act of being in love with the Night Class boys to fit in. I'm the only that knows you're secretly a lesbian for that Rima chick." She slipped on her pink blazer and pushed the sleeves up to her elbow. She blew a kiss at the shocked girl. "See ya in class!"

"COME BACK HERE YOU CUNT!"

….

Yuuki gaped at Miki when she took a seat next to her with a busted lip. She reached over and touched her face. "What happened to you? Did you trip and fall? Did someone punch you? Was it both?" She bombarded the tall girl with many questions, worried. "Most importantly, why is your uniform pink?"

The only words Miki offered were, "Never read another person's diary. Ever."

"Ichimou-san!" Miki waved a hand wildly to try catching his attention. It was good that she was the only one wearing a pink uniform. (The teachers hadn't bothered sending her to the office over something so trivial. At least she didn't decide to dress up like a zombie again and stay in class, screaming brains and bloody murder every five minutes.) She pushed the fan girls aside with a little effort and squeezed past them. She stood in front of Ichijou, holding a large bag out. "I only have volumes one to twenty-three. You have to buy the rest yourself!"

Ichijou beamed at her and took the bag. "Thank you! I thought you were going to back out on our promise!" And that would have been very tragic, because it meant he would have to stalk her down and take it by force. He smiled angelically and patted her shoulder in a friendly manner. He decided, that she was going to be his favorite human from now on. "It's pleasure doing business with you."

"Of course Ichihoe-san. Everyone always gets pleasure doing business with me. No sexual innuendo meant in that by the way."

His fan girls cried out in protest, "IT'S ICHIJOU!"

Her fist met the palm of her other hand. "Hold up!" She ran towards Kaname and held out an envelope. "This is the money for the broken window!"

Kaname took the envelope and peered inside of it. He gave it back to her. "These are pictures of a naked lady posing with blocks of cheese and sandwiches."

"Oh shit! My bad, I think this is the one!" She gave him another envelope and took the other one back with a surprised expression, checking that one and sighing in relief.

He took another look in it and smirked, handing it back to her. She looked confused. "These are pictures of Zero eating and showering."

Zero eyes widened in alarm and he ran over, snatching it from her hands. He glanced inside and growled, ripping it. "Where did you get this?" he demanded dangerously, narrowing his lavender eyes.

Miki held her hands up, "Hold up pretty boy! I was only selling them your fan girls!"

"YOU WHAT?"

She dug through her pockets and took a pink envelope out, making sure it was the money before handing it to Kaname hastily. She couldn't die today by the hands of Zero. She needed to make more money and eat a lot of food! "Yes, this is it. Thank you very much. I hope you have learned your lesson." Kaname gave her an angelic smile and pocketed the money.

"Y-yeah, sure—STOP IT DUDE! I PROMISE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!" Miki cried, trying to escape from Zero's clutch. "YUUKI HELP ME!"

Yuuki smiled sheepishly, "S-Sorry."

"TRAITOR!"

There was a silence that passed them with the pattering of Zero and Miki's run.

Ichijou finally chirped, "I like her! She's interesting!"

Aidou face palmed.

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