Me: AND SO I UPDATED….FINALLY. AND GUESS WHAT?

Aidou: More screen time for me!

Me: AND NOT SHIKI! HOW DO YOU FEEL SHIKI?

Shiki: -_- Hurt.

Me: Liar. :D

Shiki: Whatever. Vampire Knight belongs to Matsuri Hino.

Chapter Six:

Jealousy

Aidou never thought he would want to rip out someone's organs because of Watanabe Miki. (Actually, yes he did. This time was different though.) The small glances she would send Shiki when she thought nobody was looking at her, the blush dusting her cheeks when Shiki spared her a glance out of curiosity (or something else maybe?), or just from the mention of his name would she fully give someone her attention. It was incredibly idiotic, and the blonde vampire was getting fed up with her ridiculous behavior. Why did she only act that way to Shiki? Why not him? He met her first. Not Shiki. Aidou groaned in frustration and rolled around in his bed, aggravated. "Argh! I'm getting worked up over nothing! I shouldn't even care about her!"

"By her, do you mean Watanabe Miki?" Kain asked, boring his light orange eyes into his cousin. He rubbed at his tired eyes and yawned, throwing his cover aside to sit up properly—leaning his back against the headboard.

"Akatsuki!" Aidou exclaimed in surprised. "Since when were you up?"

"When you started speaking to yourself and moving around," he replied with a grunt. "It's morning and you're already awake when you should be asleep right now." Kain yawned again, still tired. "Is that girl getting to your head?"

"…Not at all."

"Uh huh." Casually, he took a food magazine from underneath his pillow and flipped through it. There was a protracted silence that passed them before Kain carefully asked, "Have you noticed that she's taken a huge liking to Shiki?"

The blonde's reaction was immediate and he snapped at him, "So!"

Rolling his eyes, Kain said bluntly, "You're jealous."

"Me? J-Jealous?" Aidou cried out in shock, sitting up in a swift motion. "I am not jealous! In fact, I am cool! I am calm! Just look at how calm I am!" As you can tell, Aidou wasn't cool nor was he calm. He was far from that. He was on border-line insane after meeting Miki.

"Sure."

Aidou scowled deeply, huffing. "Tch. Someone like you won't ever understand."

"Of course." He's in denial.

There was another moment of silence and Kain could hear a figure plopping on the end of his bed. Looking up from his magazine, he saw Aidou staring at him with his blue eyes widely in a childish manner—lips were pursed too in a pout. Leaning closer to Kain, Aidou said in a hushed voice, "Just out of curiosity though, what if I am j-jealous? What do you think I should do?...Well, hypothetically speaking, what would I do I suppose.."

Smugly, Kain said slowly, "I think you should tell her what you feel from the bottom of your heart."

"…That sounds stupid Akatsuki. Why should—I mean, why would I do that?"

"You should do that because Miki might start paying attention to you more," Kain retorted sarcastically. "Honestly Hanabusa, just tell her what you feel. There's always a possibility that Watanabe might reciprocate your feelings of love."

"Feelings of love? For that stupid girl?" Aidou turned red and he flailed his arms in a flustered manner, surly. "I don't love her! She's just my source of…my source of entertainment!"

"So that explains why your eyes light up whenever you see her? Why you would sit in the empty cooking classroom waiting for her? How you always give your full attention at just the sound of her name, or when she's near us? The dirty glares you send Shiki because she won't look at you? Hanabusa, you rarely stay in homeroom to guard Kaname-sama anymore. Have you noticed that?"

Kain hit a sensitive point when he brought Kaname into the topic because Aidou stood up from the bed, eyes wide when he shouted angrily, "Kaname-sama will always be my top priority no matter what happens because I'm his friend! Not even that human can get in my way!...Watanabe is..just...is just…" What was she to him? Furiously, Aidou ran his hands through his locks wildly trying to figure out what in the world Miki meant to him. He couldn't understand. And just the fact that he didn't know what the hell she was in his life aggravated him more than anything.

"You can't say Watanabe is your entertainment because you know that she's really not," Kain stated flatly.

"But…She's human…" Aidou quietly seated himself back on the end of the bed, trying to calm himself.

Kain made a movement to shrug his shoulders, "There's the possibility that she could be a werewolf."

"That's even worse!"

"Hanabusa. Listen to my example carefully. You and Shiki are like the only two children of an old hag. During Christmas, Santa Clause comes to visit. Yes, Santa Clause. He has a huge red bag full of presents. Now imagine the excitement of him pulling out each present, and before Santa hands the present to somebody, you're thinking it's being given to you—only to be disappointed because the present goes to Shiki in the end. Now Santa will keep on doing this repeatedly until you speak up and ask if he has one for you. Until then, you will keep on being disappointed."

"Akatsuki."

"Yeah?"

"That's the worst example I have ever heard in all of my life," Aidou stated with amusement. "Have you been hanging out with that Yakama girl?"

Kain only shrugged nonchalantly again. "I guess you're going to be the child that never receives his present."

In response to the insult, Aidou grabbed Kain's pillow and threw it at him in childish anger, "I don't want that!"

The orange-haired vampire grunted, and threw the pillow aside. "You're acting like a kid Hanabusa. If you don't want that, do something about it. That's the last time I'm going to say that."

"…You're right Akatsuki. I have to do something. I refuse to give my entertainment"—Kain sighed—"to Shiki, I found her first!" Determinedly, the blonde vampire stood up and declared dramatically, "I'll tell her everything I feel about her and Watanabe Miki shall swoon to my charming looks and personality!"

"Sure."

"Yeah!"

Uncharacteristically, Kain ordered him to, "Go make me a sandwich."

Aidou's eyes then narrowed into slits, "I'll kill you."

When Kaname walked into their shared room to see them wrestling on the floor, he walked straight back out. Let this be a lesson to the Night Class that in a private room, Aidou was a child and Kain was the aloof parent catering to the spoiled kid.

Today was what everyone dubbed it because of Miki, "Zombie Thursday of the Month." On this particular Thursday, Miki would dress up as a zombie—with the raggedy clothes and caked on make-up—to look like one. She would sit in random classrooms each period with her arms held out frigidly while repeatedly saying a croaked manner, "Brrraaaiinnnnsss!" And then chomp on a piece of frozen un-cooked meat she brought with her to class from her parent's store. Yes, everyone must be thinking of how the hell she managed to get away from getting suspended or being given a punishment. Obviously, she didn't. No, Miki got in trouble from it everytime she did it until the teachers gave up on her. It started with forcing her to write long essays on why she shouldn't do it, to detentions, to suspensions, to suspensions and detentions, until they gave up. Now it was considered normal to find her dressed as zombie on one Thursday of the month...somewhat.

This particular Thursday though, Miki decided to come to Yakama's classroom and sit right next to her—permanently scaring off all of the other girl's friends. (The intelligent ones that didn't want to associate with her.) Miki chewed on frozen pork, eyes wide with dark rings under her eyes with the effects of make-up. "B-B-braaiinnss! Must eat braaaaiiinnns! WAAHHH HAHAHAHAHA!" Miki thumped her forehead against the table stood up and walked around the classroom slowly, bumping into the tables and chairs many times and slapping another student with her elbow.

"MIKI! SIT DOWN!" Yakama ordered, giving an exasperated glare.

"O-o-o-oooohhhkaaay." As you can tell, Miki did not know how to act like a killer zombie at all. It doesn't mean that it was still pretty fun to watch from another person's point of view. The blonde plopped down in the seat, staring at random students with freakishly wide eyes.

Yakama propped her elbow up on the table and placed her cheek into it, leaning. Glaring at Miki, she asked, "Why do you always do this to me?"

"Because it's fun," Miki chirped, chortling in delight as girl jumped out from her desk and ran to the other side of the classroom. "At least I'm not dressing up as Slender. Okay?" The word Slender sparked up screams of horror.

"SLENDER? WHERE?"

"NOT SLENDER!"

"EVERYONE RUN!"

The classroom became empty in a matter of a few minutes—save for the two females. Yakama ran a palm down her face in exhaustion. Miki then proceeded to grin widely in a douchey manner, laughing hysterically. "See what I mean now? Everyone's afraid of Slender! Cause Slender's a fucking creepy asshole who stalks you after you pick up a piece of note!" She grabbed onto Yakama, eyes darting around frantically before whispering quietly, "Slender." This is what happens when you let a child play a horror PC game. Take note of this and don't ever let the incident happen again.

"For the last time, Slender isn't real!"

"WOAH THERE!" Miki jumped away from Yakama. "CALM DOWN. Charlie Brown…NYAHAHA! NYAHAHA!"

"You're an idiot."

"Wao…."

Sighing dramatically again, Yakama laid her head down on the wooden surface in a depressed manner. "Miki…I have a confession to make."

She gasped. "A-are you actually choosing to confide your secrets in me? That's…kind of scary. Because that means I don't have to look for your diary anymore and read what you're hiding from me. Then that means I won't have to look through your cute stuff at all. I like your cute stuff too! And if that happens…THEN THAT MEANS THE WORLD IS GOING TO END AND SLENDER IS GOING TO COME. NO, NOT SLENDER." Miki stood up and began screaming bloody murder.

"IT'S NOT ABOUT SLENDER!"

"Oh, okay." Miki sat back down in the chair and peered at Yakama with curiosity. "So what's wrong with you?"

"It's just…Well…" Yakama gazed at the table firmly, twiddling her thumbs nervously. There were too many things she wanted to say but she couldn't. How was she supposed to tell Miki? What if Miki got mad at her once she discovered the truth? Yakama bit her lips. Would Miki not want to be her friend anymore? Their entire relationship were actually built on and on because of the simple fact that, "I'm not a lesbian anymore." Because Yakama was actually a lesbian pretending to be boy crazy, and now she was actually boy crazy. Lesbian jokes after lesbian jokes; that was the prime reason why Miki stayed with her, wasn't it? Because she wanted a gay friend?

Miki stared at her flatly with a blank expression…And continued staring at her. Finally, she lifted up an arm and slapped Yakama on the cheek with the piece of meat. "That's what I think about your shitty confession."

Yakama peeled it off her face, shrieking loudly. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR YOU DICK?"

"I was just thinking about how irrelevant your confession was. I mean come on, you're actually heterosexual now. What's there to complain about? I MEAN SURE, I'm gonna miss cracking a lot of gay jokes at you—but you're still you. Now maybe if you started caking your face in make-up and start talking like a valley girl, that's when shit gets serious bruh. You dig me?"

Tears were beginning to prickle the shorter girl's eyes because Miki was actually considerate of her feelings, and she had offered the shorter girl words of comfort. Sniffing, she nodded in understanding. Lamely, Yakama choked out, "I dig."

"Good. Because I brought shovels."

"…."

"It's been such a long time since I came to track practice," Miki hummed to herself, stretching her long legs carefully. When she appeared at practice this afternoon, her manager had scolded her harshly before patting her on the head and forcing her to run fifty laps—to make sure that she was still fit to join the competitions. "Hey Sato! Get me a towel please! I'm sweating buckets of sea over here!"

Her teammate looked over her shoulders and threw her a clean towel on the bench, "Here."

Miki caught it and wiped her face, "Thanks."

"No problem."

Spreading her legs across the fake grass, she used the towel as a pillow and laid back, gazing upwards at the orange sky. "This is the cliché scene where a hot guy comes and lay right next to me. OR I fall asleep and everyone leaves me here, and then the guy I like shows up and tells me how much he loves me! But then again, that'll never happen." An image of a smiling Shiki appeared, and she blushed. NUH UH. NOT HIM! NOT HIM. Punching a fist in the air, she screamed embarrassedly, "I'M NOT INAFTUATED WITH YOU!" There was no response. Not even a whisper from her teammates of how ridiculously weird she was being. Miki sat up and blinked, taken aback. "When the hell did everyone leave?"

No response.

"AWWWWHHH MAN! THIS ISN'T THE FIRST TIME THEY DID THIS TO ME! THEM BASTARDS!" Grumpily, Miki stood up and grabbed her Adidas sport's bag, stomping back to the entrance. "I'll take a shower back at the dorm. Every one of them has fucking athlete's foot and long hair they leave in the drains! It's gross! But first…" Her stomach growled. "I'm hungry…Good hygiene first…Or staying alive and satisfying my hunger…HOW ABOUT SHOWERING AND EATING AT THE SAME TIME! GENIUS! I'M A FREAKING GENIUS! But first I got to make my sandwich before I could eat in the shower."

That was the original plan.

In the end, Miki snuck into the Home Economics classroom before someone could lock it up. Digging through the fridge, she found a lot of puddings hidden in the back. Pulling them out, she set it across the counter top and pulled a plastic spork—yes, a spork (spoon and fork)—out of her pockets. So she sat at the counter, eating silently while contemplating how delicious stolen pudding tasted in her mouth. I'll just shower later…OR DUNK MY HEAD IN THIS SINK WATER AND CLAIM I HAD SHOWERED WHEN I REALLY DIDN'T! HA-HA!

"You smell disgusting."

The spork in Miki's hand snapped in half. Tilting her chin up, her eyes locked with, "Oh...It's you."

Aidou glared at her, 'What do you mean by it's you? That should be me saying it's you." But something struck him. Maybe it was the disappointed tone she used with him. It made him wonder if perhaps Miki would have been happier if Shiki was here instead of him. It grated his nerves easily, and he pushed those unwanted thoughts aside. Pulling out a chair, he sat next to her as he usually did when she appeared. "You finally came after two weeks."

"Yeah…I got hungry," Miki said, shoving another spoon full of pudding in her mouth. "It's been hard trying to sneak out at night when the prefects know of my hobby. It's kind of annoying, but at least they didn't make me become a prefect for knowing the Night Class's secret."

"You do realize that if you become a prefect, you can come here more often to eat. Right?" Aidou pointed out.

"…HOLY SHIT." Aidou rolled his eyes and snatched her broken spork, using it to eat. "HEY! THAT'S MY SPORK!"

"Spork?"

She grinned cheekily, "A combination between a spoon and fork: A SPORK. Incredible huh?"

"Absolutely," he said sarcastically, eating again. Miki swiped it back from him and spooned another full of the dessert, happily snacking on it. Aidou's blue eyes trailed the utensils, and his eyes were trained intently on how she licked her lips casually, flicking out the tip of her red tongue. When he realized his actions, he turned scarlet and embarrassedly looked the other way to avoid the awkward conversation that might come up; but it didn't. Instead, he smashed his forehead against the counter when he also realized that he just shared the same utensil with Miki. That meant…He had…an indirect kiss with her. Oh no. Was he supposed to be happy that he beat Shiki at something or project his vomit in the sink? However…Unconsciously, his hand flew up to his lips and he touched it. The sound of his heart beating at a fast pace reached his ears and it made him feel…odd in a good way.

"Hanabusa."

He glanced at her with a strange emotion in his eyes, "What is it?"

"I'm a fucking walrus." Miki showed him the chopsticks she shoved up her nostrils.

"…."

"OH COME ON MAN! I thought it was pretty funny." She took out the chopsticks and cleaned it in the sink—along with a pile of empty dishes. A genuine, sincere soft smile showed up on her face. It wasn't the blatant arrogant type, nor was it the brash sort of smile. Miki look much more…feminine, Aidou thought. Then she ruined it with her comment, "If you laugh more, I'm sure you'll get a girlfriend one day and lose your virginity! And smile more too! Because it's sexy."

"I smile and laugh!" he defended.

"In front of your boyfriend?"

"Who?"

"Kain."

Aidou's jaw dropped. "HE'S MY COUSIN."

"Oh…That's kind of awkward…I mean, having your cousin as a boyfriend? Man, you vampires sure are weird." Miki began putting away the plates slowly.

"WE'RE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP!"

"Really"

"Yes, really."

"…So is he single?"

Nodding fervently, he answered, "Yes." Because there was no fucking way was Aidou going to let her keep thinking that he was gay for his damn cousin.

"Wow! Amazing! That's a good thing! You know, my friend likes him a lot. He made her heterosexual."

"Is it that Yakama girl?"

"Yeah!" Her eyes were gleaming brightly and she asked him, "Does he like her too?"

"...Maybe."

Miki jumped up from her seat and tackled him, holding his hand tightly. "Will you help me set them up on a date together? PRETTY PRETTY PAH-LEASE?"

"What?"

"PAAAAHH-LEEEAASSEE!"

There was just something about the way she asked Aidou that made him want to agree. Inclining his head, he said, "I'll do it on one condition."

"I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" he repeated hesitantly.

She nodded, "Anything. I promise."

"Then…" Aidou used a free hand and put it against the back of her head, forcing her closer to him. Moving forward, he murmured against her ear softly, "Look at me more than Shiki." Pulling away, Aidou felt satisfied with the bewildered expression on her face along with the same pink color dusting her cheeks. "Meet me here tomorrow so we can plan everything out."

"T-tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

Until tomorrow, would Aidou come to regret his decision on telling her to look at him more.

Me: Sorry for late update, but yeah…I got back from Missouri. And then I have school this Wednesday…PLEASE FORGIVE ME. But on a sidenote, I know this chapter isn't all that funny cause my sense of humor kind of died a little when I was surrounded by uncivilized Asians—NO MATTER HOW HOT THE GUYS ARE THE OLD PEOPLE WERE RUDE—so yeah.

Zero: In short words, she wanted to say she's going to update late because she's lazy and her writing skills are becoming horrid.

Me: ZERO! HOW COULD YOU?

Zero: Just speaking the truth.

Me: I know~. SO HERE'S AN EXTRA BECAUSE I UPDATED LATE BECAUSE I WAS GONE.

OMAKE

"You told her to look at you more than Shiki?" Kain repeated, after Aidou re-told him the events that happened earlier.

Aidou smiled, "Genius isn't it? She even blushed!"

"Hanabusa."

"What?"

"Prepare to be stalked."

"Huh?"

Kain shook his head. "You'll find out soon."

"Wait a minute. What are you talk—OI! AKATSUKI! COME BACK!"

Kain: Reviews are appreciated.

Aidou: THAT WAS MY LINE.

Kain: You child.