Author's Note:
Welp, I finally got this started. Always wondered what the future of Vampire Knight would be like, so here's my attempt at it. So, here is a few things to note, I have turned the typical Japanese writing for names into English. If you don't like it, make it known and I'll remedy it for future chapters.
So, onto character intros!
Anju Cross: One of the day class prefects meant to keep the peace between the day and night class students. She firmly believes in peace between vampires and humans and wishes for it to continue even though her family was murdered by vampires when she was 7 years old. She is currently in the custody of Kirihara Cross, the current headmaster of Cross Academy. She greatly looks up to Akira Kuran as he saved her life years ago and wants nothing more that to help him with keeping the new world peace that exists
Akira Kuran: The vampire that saved Anju when she was under attack by feral vampires. He is a pureblood vampire and wants for the peace between humans and vampires to continue. He is extremely hostile towards vampires that view humans as 'livestock' and despises humans who kill vampires for no reason. He greatly respects humans such as Kirihara Cross and believes that vampires should give each other respect regardless of their blood status. He firmly believes in peaceful resolutions unless otherwise. He is the head prefect of the night class and his main weapon is an English longsword
Ichigo Kitsuke: Another prefect of Cross Academy who harbors hatred for vampires. His reasons for mistrust is currently unknown, though Akira seems to take a heavy interest in him. Despite his fierce demeanor, he is known to honor his words with the other students and Kirihara Cross, his adoptive father.
Emi Aidou: A noble vampire and Akira's closest friend and supporter. She is the granddaughter of Hanabusa Aidou and is blessed with his ice powers. She also supports Akira's wishes for continued peace. She is incredibly smart and often helps the day students of Cross Academy with their studies through her weekly Friday study clubs. She also has a very extreme addiction to cake and candy. Her weapon of choice is a rapier and she is the soulmate of Shinji Senri
Shinji Shiki: A noble vampire and Akira's cousin. He is the grandson of Senri Shiki and Rima Toya. He is able to channel electricity through his blood, enhancing his physical abilities. He appears lazy and often seems tired, but he is known to be very good at smoothening out arguments. However, he is also daft at times, which gets him into trouble with Emi, his soulmate. His weapon of choice is a Japanese Kusarigama
Ganju Kain: The tallest noble vampire in the academy and the grandson of Akatsuki Kain and Ruka Souen. He is known to be physically active and visits the gym often. Most girls fall for him due to his muscular stature. He is soulmates with Gabriella Kurenai and a great supporter of Akira's ideals. He can manipulate earth and his weapon of choice is an English Halberd
Gabriella Kurenai: A noble vampire and granddaughter of Maria Kurenai. Although she has poor health, she does her best to serve the day class students in however way she can. She has the ability to control bats and hates bullies. She is the soulmate of Ganju Akatsuki
Henry Oswald: A noble vampire and the representative of the European covens. He is among few vampires who are studying abroad and wishes other vampires worldwide to follow suit. He may not tolerate nonsense, but often this is hidden in his want to flirt with human girls. His weapon of choice are Japanese katanas
Foo Linhua: A normal vampire and Akira's bodyguard. She became his servant after her mother ended up as a servant in the Kuran household. She also greatly supports Akira's ideals and would defend him with her life. Her weapon of choice are two Sais.
Isabelle Dunois: A senior prefect of the day class in Cross Academy. She thinks all those day class students that fawn over the night class students are idiots. She has no dislike for vampires in general
Kirihara Cross: An expert vampire hunter and the current headmaster of Cross Academy. He also believes in continued peace between humans and vampires and greatly cares for his students and his adoptive children. He loves to cook, though none of his original recipes work out well
What is this? She thought as she rubbed the pain on her knee. She held it up to see it stained red. This is blood, right? She wondered again.
She couldn't exactly remember what had happened. Her memory was all fuzzy and her head hurt. She remembered running. She remembered she was being chased. But by who? She lifted her blood stained hand to her mouth and, with her tongue, licked off the gore.
Yuck... She grimaced, spitting in the hopes it would relieve her of the vile taste in her mouth. Blood tastes horrible...
"It does, doesn't it?" Came a voice from behind. She turned to see a graceful looking gentleman.
"Um, who are you mister?" She asked, her head tilting to the side. He looked very stiff but well mannered. His eyes were a shade of scarlet as she approached. She backed away. Her mother told her to never talk to strangers no matter how nice they looked. They could do horrible things to someone.
Mommy? She thought. Where is mommy?
"Me?" He said as he strode closer. "I'm a vampire."
He hissed and dived right at her. She screamed, backing away from him but wasn't quick enough. He landed on top of her and she could now see his fangs protruding out of his mouth.
"And you my dear..." He said, sniffing the air. "Are one delicious morsel..." He licked his lips in anticipation as he pressed down, his sheer weight and strength overpowering her.
"No!" She screamed. "Mommy! Help!"
Then she remembered. Her mother was dead. The last glimpse of her was of her lying in a man's arms, with the man's lips pressed around her throat. Her eyes were dull and lifeless as a small droplet of blood spilled out of her throat.
Will I die? The girls wondered.
"You will die..." The vampire said as if reading her mind. "But take pleasure in knowing your death has helped sate the appetite of a greater being!" With that, his face inched closer, saliva dripping from the pointy fangs. She squeezed her eyes shut, expecting a painful jab on her throat while hoping that it would be quick.
A whistle, a sound of flesh splintering and then an agonized howl. She felt something wet hit her in the face and the grip of the vampire's arm slackened before she felt his whole weight lift off her. Once again, she opened her eyes. She now saw her clothes were completely covered in blood. Was it hers? She checked her arms and neck, but no wounds were found. Then her eyes adjusted and took in the sight before her.
The vampire who assailed her now stood on his feet, a look of torment upon his face. Sticking out of his chest was what appeared to be a thick sword that now dripped with his very blood. His arms twitched for a moment before becoming entirely still.
"You befoul the name of a vampire, mongrel..." Came a voice. Something moved from behind her attacker. She watched as the vampire was lifted off his feet and thrown aside, his lifeless body sliding off the blade that had impaled him before flying a few feet into the air and landing in a soft patch of dirt.
Holding the sword was a man, no, a boy it seemed. He appeared no older than seventeen years of age. His hair was black as night and it flowed down to his neck. But that wasn't the most striking thing about him. What she saw were his fangs protruding from the sides of his mouth and the scarlet eyes that glowed in the dark. He lifted one arm to his lips, where a droplet of blood was stained. His finger wiped it off before moving to his lips, where his tongue came out, licking off the gore from his hand.
"Are you a vampire?" She asked, still shivering. He looked at her, sheathing his sword as he did. He nodded, his scarlet eyes not betraying anything.
"Are you going to eat me?" She asked. She remembered the disgusting taste of blood. She kept her mouth closed for as much as possible for fear of licking the bad-tasting thing.
The vampire looked at her. "Why would I want to do that?" He asked, his scarlet eyes turning into a mud-brown colour.
"Don't vampires eat people?" She asked, her head once again tilting to its side. At this remark, the boy chuckled.
"Well, then I suppose I'm a strange vampire right?" He said as he moved toward her. "Don't worry. I promise I won't hurt you."
"Really?" The girl asked as she got up. For some reason, she wasn't shaking anymore.
The boy lifted two fingers to his chest. "Cross my heart and hope to die..." The he lifted the same fingers to his left eye. "Stick a needle in my eye."
She stood still as he came forward, kneeling down so that his eyes now met hers. His arms came forward and he grasped her, pulling her into his embrace. She felt his warm touch upon her back. With a yawn, she drifted off to sleep, placing her fate now into the boy's hands. The vampire's hands...
Eight years later...
The evening sun threw rays of orange-red across the grounds of Cross Academy. The doors to the main school building opened and throngs of students clad in the black academy uniform streamed out. These particular students would often head not to their personal dorms, but to the dorm that stood beyond a thick crop of trees. The students, most of them teenage girls, would fidget nervously as they made their way to the gate that bore a moon upon it. Some of the male students would pull out notes and rehearse as if preparing for a play.
"MOVE IT!" Came a voice. The students turned to see a young girl with black hair rush to the forefront of the group, sticking herself between them and the gate. Considering it was one person against about a hundred or so, it was quite the insurmountable odds were she supposed to actually stop them from inching closer to the gate. Unfortunately, that was her present job.
"By order of the Prefect, you are to return to your dorm immediately! Curfew is in!" She yelled, displaying the white armband on her left shoulder, upon which was emblazoned a cross with a rose in the background.
"No fair Cross!" Came a girl one year her senior. "Don't hog all of them!"
"Yeah!" Came another. "Where do you get going all like that every day? Just because you are a prefect..."
Anju Cross frowned. "These are the school rules! All day class students must return to their dorms immediately from 6pm! Any rule breakers will be reported to Chairman Cross!"
However, if her words were a powerful weapon, it was not strong enough to hold back the barrage that came in the forms of keening squeals, uncooperative students and shoving. Anju desperately held her ground, despite the fact she was close to being trampled.
Then, the gates opened and the assault stopped. Anju gulped as she turned to see that even with her best efforts, she wasn't able to stop the day class students.
Cross Academy had a very unique system in which the school was occupied twenty-four hours a day. During the morning sessions to 6pm, the Day class students would go about their normal school activities as any school would have. However, when they left the halls at 6pm, a completely different set of students would take their place. The Night class as they were called consisted of an elite group of students. All of whom were absolutely gorgeous and were magnets to the Day class students. Many a time have the Day class tried to profess their feelings or even hand over gifts to the white uniformed students, but would usually be drowned in screams of adoration.
Today, was no exception.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Came a group of girls as the first Night class student stepped out. He wore glasses and had navy blue hair that was neatly cut and combed. His amber eyes shone out like a beacon to every adoring fangirl within the vicinity. Anju knew who this person was. Henry Oswald, one of the most charming and gentlemanly of all the Night class students.
"Hello there ladies." She smiled, his European accent already causing some girls to faint. "Are you all doing well? If there is anything that I can be of use to, let me know!"
"Henry, quit flirting with them. What'll your parents say if they found out?" Came a voice. Henry turned to face the tall student, the tallest in the whole class. He had beige colored hair but his eyes were a striking orange, making his very stare ominous. His uniform outlined the muscular structure underneath.
"C'mon Ganju..." Henry smiled. "You should know that the girls look to you in a more adoring manner than they do to me. Lighten up and socialize with our Day classmates already!"
"I'm not in the mood, as I keep saying..." Ganju Kain grumbled. But his thoughts were interrupted by fawning adoration. Senior Ganju! Came one voice. He looks so strong, and so handsome! Came another. Cool... Such things reverberated throughout the atmosphere as he walked.
More adoration was found as the Day class eyed another student. This time though, it was the boys who were going googley eyed as the silver haired girl stepped out. She was shorter than Henry but no one gave a hoot, as they believed her short stature was just a complementation to how cute she was. Her gray eyes found the source of the cheers and she merely smiled, waving back.
"Senior Kurenai! I-I-I LOVE YOU! There! I said it!" Came one boy who appeared to tearing up.
"Ehehe... You are too kind..." Came the reply of Gabriella Kurenai. Thought it was soft, it was somehow received through the clamor of cheers that rang out all around. Even the boys were becoming saps at her feet.
"OH WAKE UP YOU WASTE OF BRAIN CELLS!" Came a stern voice. Anju, along with everyone in the vicinity turned to see a girl dressed in the black uniform of the Day class. Her violet eyes were like daggers, stabbing everyone of the Day class students into a panicked stillness. She wore a yellow headband and the same prefect armband that Anju had.
"Eeep!" The boys cried. "Its senior Dunois!" They shivered and backed away as much as possible.
"You brain panned louts do know that Ganju Akatsuki and Gabriella Kurenai are already dating! Quit trying to love someone who already has a partner!" Isabelle Dunois yelled, stomping her foot into the ground and grinding her teeth.
"But, but they are just gorgeous!" Came a girl. Ganju and Gabriella merely stared at each other, trying to make sense of the whole thing.
"Yeah! They are!" Isabelle snarled. "Why do you think that is? Remember exactly what they are!" At this, everyone stiffened, even Anju and the Night class. Yeah. There is a reason... Anju thought. There was a reason prefects such as her and Isabelle were needed to limit the amount of contact the Day and Night class spent together.
That was because the entirety of the Night class consisted of vampires. Or, as they were called, beasts in human form that drank the blood of others.
Henry, Ganju and Gabriella, along with the other vampires exiting the moon dorm merely stared at Isabelle, who responded with a huff and a crossing of her shoulders. "They are vampires. Remember that! They can never mix with the likes of us!"
The air turned quiet as all the Day class students started whispering amongst each other. Although they truly adored the Night class students, the fact that they were vampires always hit a spot of unease in their hearts.
"That ain't fair Ms. Prefect..." Came another voice. Everyone turned to the gate of the Moon dorms where another student walked out. He had dark maroon hair that was messy by all standards and his eyes, the color of light blue, reflected his exhaustion. This was further reinforced when he gave a long-drawn out yawn. "Man, I never get enough sleep..."
"Shinji Shiki." Isabelle growled. "What do you mean it isn't fair?"
"I mean, we behave and all. We don't cause trouble in the school." Shinji breathed while gesturing to his classmates. "Besides, it's only natural for guys to fawn over pretty girls and girls to adore handsome guys. Still, I'm sure that they know it is only adoration and nothing more..."
The Day class students regarded Shinji, some of them blushing or with cast down eyes. Anju knew that this vampire was among the most daft of them all, but he also knew his way with people. Often, Shinji would excuse himself from too much attention only to appear again and smoothen out a tense atmosphere.
"Is that so Shinji?" Everyone turned to the new voice and now Day class students, male and female alike, dropped their jaws and wore brightened smiles at the new face emerging from the Moon dorm. The vampire had blonde hair tied in a ponytail and had beautiful ice-blue eyes. Her delicate hands held three books effortlessly, no doubt to be used for her class.
"Senior Aidou!" The Day class students cheered to Isabelle's chagrin. The vampire now walked up to Shinji, eyeing him suspiciously.
"So Shinji, how many girls adore you?" She asked, her face now wearing a frown.
"Emi, I just said what everyone behaves like." Shinji moaned. "I mean, have you seen what my old man does when he sees a beautiful vampire lady? My mom kicks him for it..."
"Oh?" Emi smirked. "So does that mean that you're cheating on me? You adore other girls too?"
"Wait! I never said that!" Shinji raised his hands in an attempt to defend himself from his lover. It was quite pathetic really.
Anu chuckled as Shinji and Emi got into another verbal scuffle. Although it was filled with heated words, it was obviously the only way the two of them showed care and concern for the other.
"Quite amusing isn't it?" Anju jumped as she turned and faced the student clad in his white uniform. Somehow, he had gone unnoticed by everyone else in coming right beside her.
"Ah!" She gasped. "Senior Kuran! Good morning!" She folded her arms, bowing in greeting.
The vampire frowned. "Why must you be so formal with me? It makes me feel really lonely at times you know?"
"Um, uh..." Anju felt her face heat up as hundreds of eyes now regarded her conversation with the Night class boy. "Akira..." Was all she got when hostile stares silenced her again.
"There you go." Akira Kuran smiled. "Can't you just call me by my first name?"
"But you are my senior!" Anju protested. "And besides, you, you saved my life..." She had remembered that night eight years ago. She had been attacked by another vampire when he had emerged, slaying him and thereafter taking her to the house of Chairman Cross, who had adopted and taken care of her. During that time, she had come to know Kuran Akira well along with the world and culture of the vampires in which he lived. The world had seen quite many decades of peace since the sacrifice of the Ancestor vampire and both humans and vampires began to co-exist. She knew that Akira Kuran was among the many vampires who wished for nothing but continued peace. "Considering everything," Anju continued. "Isn't it appropriate that I address you as such?"
Akira tilted his head, still smiling. "Now, now Anju, don't be so stiff. You needn't see me as such. If anything, I want to be seen as a close friend. After all, we've known one another for eight years right?" He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and she looked up into his brown eyes, ignoring the jealousy that now seethed around the very air.
Why does she get all of senior Akira's attention? Was the usual thought. Still, Anju didn't regard any of it. No matter what, Akira always seemed to have this effect on her. "That's it for today Anju. I'd like to hear you call me by name next time we meet." His hand now shifted upwards as he gave her a pat on the head.
Suddenly, another hand came, catching Akira's hand and holding it up. Anju and AKira both looked to see another boy. He had orange colored hair and fierce looking eyes. Actually, fierce was an understatement. He was brimming with hostility. Anju recognized him as Ichigo Kitsuke, the jerk as he was known.
"It's time for class, Senior." He replied, venom lacing his voice. Anju looked panicked as the many Night class students regarded Ichigo's behavior toward Akira with glares save for Henry, Ganju, Gabriella, Shinji and Emi, who merely studied him.
"Of course Ichigo." Akira nodded as his hand was released. Ichigo eyed him fiercely as the vampire walked away, but not before a final word. "Do take care though. Some people are quite easily frightened by such behavior."
"Don't treat me like your kid brother vampire." Ichigo vehemently replied, spitting out the last word like a curse.
"Ah..." Akira smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I must've have been quite belittling. I'll be on my way now."
Anju, Ichigo and Isabelle watched as the Night class headed off in the direction of Cross academy. The Day class students fidgeted nervously as the source of the adoration finally left, leaving for their classes that would take place from dusk to dawn.
"HEY! All you fawning lot, get back to your dorms now!" Ichigo yelled, sending the Day class students screaming and running away. "Geez, why do we need to put up with all their dumb screaming every damn day? I don't deserve this..." His words were cut short as Isabelle came, stomping on his foot.
"You were late again dumbass!" She screamed. "We already have one pathetic excuse of a prefect and I don't need your stupid attitude messing our job up!"
"Hey! What does that mean?" Anju pouted as the three of them started another round of argument. It was usually like this every day with the three of them after the Night class had taken their leave of their Day class fans.
"Well, whatever!" Isabelle groaned. "I've already been told off by that stupid Shinji and Emi. Let's go report to chairman Cross."
Ichigo merely grumbled and followed her. Anju merely stood still. She knew her job as prefect wasn't easy, but even if vampires had accepted co-existence with humans, there were some who wished nothing more than to drink human blood. Her near brush with death eight years ago remained as a reminder of that dark and chilling world.
But it was that same world where Akira and the rest of his classmates came from. Akira was the Night class's head prefect and ensured everything in the Night class conformed to the rules of the academy. Additionally, he was a studious and honorable person who would always want to treat everyone properly with the right level of respect. Not only that, he was also kind hearted and compassionate. She remembered him helping new Day class students around when they were lost on school grounds. She chuckled as she remembered Isabelle being part of that group.
Emi Aidou served as the deputy head prefect of the Night class. She was the most helpful and considerate vampire Anju had ever seen. She even ran a study club every Friday when Day class students would be able to stay in the main campus after hours. Still, it was pretty weird that attendees of that club didn't fawn over her as much as the rest. Even weirder was her liking for almost anything sweet that was within her grasp. But like Akira, she was also kind hearted and had a soul just as beautiful as herself.
Henry Oswald was the representative of the European covens. Since Cross Academy opened its doors to students worldwide, international students have flocked to the great school in Japan. Humans and vampires alike. Anju knew that Henry came from a very influential family and hoped that his presence would inspire others to follow suit with them. He was also studious, charming and polite to everyone he met. But he was also stern and tolerated no nonsense from people. She remembered him disciplining some European vampires once for breaking some school rules. She decided that as a prefect, he was good at his job, though his own mischief could be considered questionable at times.
Akatsuki Ganju was the most physically active among them, fitting sports and gym training into his busy school and prefect schedule. Almost every girl would gawk for hours as he exercised, ignoring the stares directed his way. And he always stood up for the weak. He would never throw a punch back at anyone who punched him, not that they would considering his size and wild look. She remembered him standing in the way of two Day class bullies who picked on her during her first few months in the academy. He never backed down despite their assaults. They had gotten their just desserts the minute teachers came over.
That was probably why he was adored greatly by Gabriella. The heir to the Kurenai bloodline was a very soft-spoken. But Anju knew it was because she had very poor health. Gabriella would carry a large amount of medication unnatural even for vampires and often ended up in coughing fits that left her panting for breath. Despite this, she was a caring person that would help anyone she believed needed it. But she was also a very strict person who despised those that hurt others for pure enjoyment. Anju believed it was that personality that made her a prefect.
She didn't know what to think about Shinji Senri though. He appeared to be the laziest vampire among them. He always looked unkempt and tired he wasn't as active a prefect as the rest of them. But if anything, he was honest and hated fighting. He was usually the one that ended Isabelle's and Ichigo's angry rants at the other students.
"Thinking about things?" Came another voice. She turned to see a Chinese girl with her hair tied into a bun. She was carrying myriad schoolbooks and looked like she had been doing a little running.
"Linhua!" Anju gasped. Of all vampires, she never believed Foo Linhua to be late for anything. This particular prefect was always very punctual and always stayed close to Akira for strange reasons.
"Forgot some things." She mentioned to the numerous books in her hands. "Sorry Anju, but we'll have to chat later."
"Okay..." Anju said as she left. Linhua was the only vampire she couldn't get. She rarely spoke and showed herself to the Day class students. She wondered if Linhua was the only vampire who didn't receive someone else's worship.
"Hey! Get moving Anju!" Came Isabelle's voice. "We're going to be late!"
Anju blinked, looking at her watch. "Coming!" She said.