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When Kaname had arrived on the scene it was to a near army full of dark figures swarming his inner circle and he scarcely recognized that Kiryu was in the swarm as well. Indeed, if not for Yuki sticking to the roof and the glint of Artemis Rod in the moonlight on the ground he would not have noticed the silver haired prefect was present.
It was only when the shades gave way and dispersed into the night that he could spot the ex-hunter and notice the scent of his blood clinging to the air.
The rod was hanging in his uninjured hand and he was near panting, his breaths shallow.
With a single look he sent the Nobles away, though they looked put out at the fact.
Yuki leapt off the roof's edge and landed with a heavy thump, her hand breaking her fall as she stood up and made her way over to her adopted brother, picking up his gun along the way and handing it back to him as she reached for her own weapon.
He watched the scene carefully though apparently not carefully enough as a spear made of the same shadows they had faced manifested a few yards away only to shoot through the air and pierce the level-D's torso, sending the silverette to his knees as Yuki released a scream.
Kiryu coughed and blood spattered the ground and Yuki's uniform, his dear girl stock still.
Kaname appeared next to the hunter in a heartbeat as the spear that had run him through dissolved, leaving a gaping hole in his abdomen, blood flooding out at an alarming rate.
It was clear that it was his vampire side that helped him cling to life past that and Kaname made quick work of pulling the other male's head to his own throat, commanding him to drink, even going so far as to use his pureblood call.
Yuki finally became active once more and pleaded with him to do so, but the silverette appeared too far gone to realize what was going on around him.
Kaname commanded him once more before slicing a claw down his neck to force his blood into Kiryu's mouth, but the ex-hunter didn't swallow, his eyes glazed, blinking hollowly.
The Kuran heir could hear the Headmaster approaching at a run, but he got the distinct feeling it was too late to do anything.
He released a growl- this would be a problem.
The prefect had been his Knight to protect Yuki in the war with Rido, but he couldn't very well do that if he was dead, could he?
He reined in his concern regarding his plans when he caught his unwitting sister's heartbroken features as the ex-hunters head fell back away from his throat, his body falling lax.
Yuki let loose her screams at her adopted brother and Kaname carefully placed the ex-hunter's failing body onto the grass, the dying male's head falling to the side, blood dripping from his mouth slowly as Kaname wrapped his arms around Yuki, covering her eyes as the silver haired prefect's body turned to ash, leaving only the trace of his blood clinging to their clothes as Cross slowed to a stop beside them.
He was distracted by Yuki's pain for the minutes that followed, almost missing the feeling of something awakening within him- something he could not recall, but that he was certain pertained to his life as the Ancestor.
The rest of the night passed in a haze and they found themselves in the Headmaster's office, Yuki's head pillowed in his lap.
He had knocked her out with a mere pinch and he was left alone with Cross, the old hunter steel-faced with pain glinting out from his normally bright eyes.
They were each silent, too focused on what this meant for each of them- for Cross' family here, for Kaname's plans- neither of them could work up the energy to break the silence.
Kaname focused himself at the bond he felt hanging onto him like loose thread as he slowly ran his hands through Yuki's hair.
He tugged the thread and it was as if it surged to life once more- bright and brimming with strength, pulling him under its hold.
He needed to see to where this bond would leave him, so he gently handed Yuki to Cross and parted ways with the two, exiting the house before dissolving into his lesser familiar form, allowing the bond to take control of him, leading him somewhere far away from the Academy.
It led him to a crypt he had not thought to see again, at least not anytime soon.
He entered the crypt and allowed the bond to lead him into the caverns, finding himself walking further into the tunnel system than he had ever gone before- even his body had rested closer to the entrance, what could possibly lay this far back?
Minutes passed and he found himself led to a flat wall.
Whoever the bond had led him to lay beyond the wall and he collapsed the wall with a swing of his telekinetic fist.
Shadows fell out of the makeshift door he had made and he was glad he could see through the cloying darkness, stepping within the hidden tomb to find the body of a woman laid out atop a pedestal, her clothes long since gone, her form perfectly healed from whatever rest she had been in.
He approached the woman- a pureblood like himself he could sense and when he finally stood beside the pedestal he swallowed down a gasp at the familiarity of her features.
Long silver waves pillowing her head, thick black lashes blanketed against high cheekbones, full pink lips lying in a relaxed line as she slept.
He would wager anything that her eyes were the same violet he had despised as his competition for Yuki.
But there was no way she was Kiryu- there was no possible way.
But was he to believe that it was a mere coincidence that their supposed bond had awakened when the silver haired prefect died?
Kaname Kuran did not believe in coincidences.
Her body was perfectly feminine- any man's dream woman with gentle curves that sang to the masses- a small waist, fair breasts and long legs.
He reached out without noticing, running his fingertips along her v-shaped jaw unwittingly surging their bond back to life, summoning her from her sleep.
She released a gasp as her heart began to beat once more and he pulled back as her eyes moved beneath their lids, her scent beginning to warm as moments passed- alluring cherries and crisp apples.
He was left silent, too focused on the woman that lay before him- too caught up in their reawakened bond.
She was…
She was his mate.
How could that be?
How could he have forgotten her if that were the case?
Her fingers began to relax and dance along the stone table and he couldn't help but step forward as she began to blink slowly, awakening from her sleep.
Memories of Yuki began to haze in his mind, his ever present draw to her disappearing- instead leaving him to become more and more tied to the woman before him.
She coughed, her throat dry.
Her familiar violet eyes widened as she gazed up at him after a moment passed and she had calmed.
What was her name?
Who had she been to him beside his mate?
She reached up to him and he captured her hand in his own before it could fall back weakly onto the pedestal.
She needed to feed.
Without questioning it, he sliced his own throat for the second time that night and picked her up to cradle her against his throat.
For a moment his blood flowed into her mouth, the wound beginning to heal shut once more before she struck, latching her sharp fangs into his flesh and drinking from him in rich pulls.
He was swept up in the pleasure of the bond as it began to flourish.
His beast called for him to latch onto her own throat as well, but he knew better than to do so quite yet.
She could not yet part with any blood.
Vague memories of her flooded his mind- the feeling of her touch as it crept over his skin, the warmth of her love for him as he felt in the bond, the sound of her bell-like laughter in his ear as he teased her, her utter disdain for his closest friend.
"I do not trust her, Kaname. There is something very wrong with that woman."
"My love," He drawled, "She is my closest friend, my closest ally, let there be peace between the two of you. "
She shook her head, but he kissed away her resolve and the night took a turn for the pleasurable.
It was only when she pulled back from his throat, licking his wound clean that Kaname made eye contact with her, drinking in the love that glared out at him from her gaze.
"Kaname?" She breathed and he thought he had never before heard his name said so perfectly.
"Amaya…"
Her name fell from his lips and he knew that his current reality had changed for better or for worse as she crawled up to sit on his lap, latching her lips onto his own.
Kaname could not imagine a kiss sweeter than the one she gifted him with.
Yet he could feel her pain through their bond.
What had caused her to feel that pain? What had caused her to ache so terribly? Whatever it was, he would tear whoever caused her to feel that way to shreds without the slightest hint of remorse.
He could never have known that he was in part the cause.