She lied back in a bath as she stared at the ceiling, mumbling and humming a song to herself. Her arm hung over the side of the tub. As her eyes wandered to the tub, the water sat still...and caky, even as she crossed her legs. It was thick...and smelled of rust. She brought up a dripping hand from her bath and laughed as she kept humming. When she heard a knock at her door she sighed. Arising from the blood red water of the tub she shook of the dark and drippy substance and wiped off, putting on her robe. Her feet left bloody tracks as she reached her crimson hand to the doorknob. Kaname stood at the door, and stared at his sister, dripping wet with water.
"I'm sorry I didn't know you were busy." he said. She just looked at him blankly waiting for him to continue, as he let himself in. "I just came to check on you." She was silent. He put a hand on her cheek. "So quiet. After I saw you leave with that man yesterday...I'd grown worried. Who was he?" Kaname asked sternly. Her lips parted. "He's my guard." she said. Kaname frowned. "Guard? Yuki you're so reckless. A man like that can't be trusted. We have Seiren and the others." She looked at him with her vacant eyes and pushed his bangs out of his eyes. "Don't judge a book by its cover. Have you ever heard that before?" she asked. He nodded with a smile.
"It's not something to be taken lightly brother, you understand the devil was once an angel too." He was puzzled. She was so different...poised yet odd...hushed. He kissed her forehead. "We'll talk about this tonight." he said. She watched him leave. "Tonight huh?" she snickered to herself. She took off her robe, revealing her bare, bloodied body and walked to her window watching him head back to the dorms. He looked back up to her window and saw her, bare shoulder and long hair in the corner of the window. He stopped for a minute to return the gaze.
He was feeling lightheaded...but the image of her bare back to him made him cringe with a bit of excitement. He returned to his dorm and sat down in his desk chair. He was burning for nightfall to come sooner. In her own room, Yuki looked over her bare, pure white body in the mirror. She tilted her head as she traced a scar...of wound that couldn't heal. It was straight and thin...and right along her neckline. She turned on her heel, opened one of her dresser drawers, and took out her black lingerie. The tune continued.
Boo...I'm the boogie man
The terrible, horrible boogie
I come in the middle of the night and frighten back little boys like you...
Her black lace bra, the underwear came on first, as her wet long hair fell over her shoulder. Her voice got a little louder.
I'll torture you and haunt you, I've got you where I want you
A victim of my dark and dirty plot...
And at the slightest whim, I'll tear you limb from limb
In other words I'll put you on the spot...
She adjusted her suspender stockings and laughed to herself, as she snapped one on her thigh and pulled on her platform heels. Her gaze was dark, her rosy red lips' color dripping onto the floor as she walked over to her full length mirror, pushing it back admiring her attire. She took her dagger from her jewelry box and examined its shiny blade. She smirked.