Author's Notes: Hi, minna-sama! φ(*⌒▽⌒)ﾉ Yes, I'm back and no, I'm not dead. Well, not just yet. ｡ﾟ･（ ﹏ ）･ﾟ｡
I'm sooooo SORRY! .·´¯`(▂)´¯`·. Please forgive me for my long absence! And thank you for still reading the Blessing! ・゜・(ノД`) I got held up because of reality, work (I was on probation but now a regular so hurrah!) and a new ship ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡ (I feel so guilty!). And thanks to Anja for taking the time to write and encourage me, it fueled my will to write again even through the harsh storm of work related stuffs. (人´З`) But again, I'll finish The Blessing (I have no intention of abandoning it) and publish even more work (I have many lined up.) so please don't worry!
(((( ﾉ´3｀)ﾉ ･･･Σ(ﾟдﾟ;;ﾉ To my dear Anja, sorry this chapter took so long. I was actually conflicted about so many things and to be honest, I'm not so sure anymore. I thought of something (for darling Ichiru's scene) φ(・ω・｀ ) which caused me some degree of indecision that's why I wasn't able to upload this chapter. I don't know. It kinda exploded? ＿φ(￣ー￣ ) Thank you for being so patient. Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ
To all who waited for this chapter, many thanks! (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ I really love you guys! Please forgive this weak person that I am. I'm trying, still failing, to balance work and pleasure but I'll do my best to finish the next chapter as soon as I can. ≡≡≡≡φ(＾∇＾*) Please bear with me!
(｡•́︿•̀｡) A great warning though, I honestly don't know about the lemon (I'm a bit unsatisfied, I dunno. My sister gave the okay but I feel that my other lemons are still far better. I'll try to improve.) and regarding Ichiru's case, please don't worry. I got it covered. I guess… 〜(￣▽￣〜) (〜￣▽￣)〜
o(≧∇≦o) I have so many things to say to you guys, so many thanks and apologies to utter but I won't hold you off too long. Without further ado, chapter 22, my friends, enjoy~! ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ
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Chapter 22
Well Played Games
"You think they're okay in there?"
The pureblood princess' chocolate eyes followed the gaze of the beautiful pair of emerald green orbs of her boyfriend and found the covered space where they're sure a raging silverette hunter playing against the pureblood king can be seen. A smirk formed on her lips as she imagined the funny look on Zero's face.
"They'll be fine, senpai. Don't worry about them." Since Rose, which she knew Zero kept inside one of those earrings gifted to him by his children, was not yet fired. It must mean that Kaname is still alive and Zero's stuck with clenching his teeth.
Ichijou smiled at the look of pure enjoyment on Yuki's face. She must be having fun. Hopefully, Zero-kun will be able to forgive them for tricking him like this. He internally sighed. Even Kaname seems to take pleasure in it. Oh well, at least many people appreciated it. Forgive us Zero-kun, Ichiru-kun. Please rest assured, your sacrifices were not in vain!
"What would you like to eat, senpai?" Yuki's happy voice jarred him from his internal encouragement towards the two silverettes, "We have dango, taiyaki, daifuku, mo-,"
"Cross-san…" Kageyama's chilling voice suddenly resounded behind the prefect, "What are you doing here? You're not a server! Please go back outside and keep the line straight!" he barked while dragging the small prefect by the back collar of her shirt to her original post.
"A-aah! Wait! Senpai!" Yuki wailed and uselessly flailed her hands. Dang! Her shift won't end until after another three hours. She sighed as she gave up struggling and caught her handsome Ichijou-senpai's lips mouthing an 'I'll wait for you'. It made her smile. She nodded and waved at him. She'll just have fun later!
After their heartless class president dump the useless prefect outside, at the end of the line for those waiting for their turn to play, Sayori immediately helped the brunette up and patted her dirtied jersey, "Are you okay, Yuki-chan?"
"Yup, no worries." She laughed sheepishly while scratching the back of her head. Yuki frowned when she caught the silent inquiring eyes of her best friend, "Is there anything wrong, Yori-chan?"
Light hazel eyes probed dark sienna ones before finally asking, "You seem very close with Ichijou-senpai. I was just wondering if anything happened." she kept on thinking about it.
It's been a few weeks since Yuki started acting strange. She was depressed and seemed to have fought with the older Kiryū then confused and dazed afterwards then giddy and happy then pale and frightened alternating to another bout of giddiness and joy. She was relieved when her fright and distraction vanished even when she appeared to have changed entirely. She can't quite convince herself that it was only because of her hair extensions. She knew something was completely altered with her best friend but seeing that she was the same cheerful and bubbly girl that she knew since they first met in junior high, she was not overly curious about it. She was just concerned for after that, she became even more depressed, more than when she fought with Kiryū-san, but after just a day or two she came back with such energy and bliss like never before.
Sayori is happy for her of course, even though she terribly missed her best friend who seemed to spend more time at the headmaster's house these days, though she can't help but be concerned. Yuki's position as a prefect made her very unpopular with the students, especially when the esteemed Night class president openly favored her, and now that she seemed even closer to the vice-president, she fears that her best friend will be even more hated. And if she's any judge at all, she'll say that there was already an understanding between them and when her brown eyes found her squirming friend who seemed to have been caught off guard with the question, she knew she was right.
"Y-Yori-chan… You see… well… I wanted to tell you something… but we… we were so busy that I didn't know when to actually... you know… say it but…" Yuki spoke haltingly; a blush decorated her cheeks, as she fiercely thought how to confess. She really wanted to share her joy with her best friend but knowing just how everyone else seem to focus their attention to the preparation, she didn't think it was right to suddenly say it. She admitted being flippant since she was worried more about her love life while everyone in their class pushed themselves for the café. She slumped remorsefully.
The short haired girl managed a smile. She can almost see what's going on in Yuki's head. She's still as readable as ever. Sayori thought. "It's okay, Yuki-chan. I understand. It was indeed hectic since last week. I'm just very happy for you." She didn't know how Yuki's affection transferred to their blond senpai but as long as Yuki is happy then it doesn't matter how.
"Y-Yori-chan!" Yuki's large watery eyes found her best friend's kind and soft smile, "I love you!" she declared before hugging the petite girl, totally uncaring of the task that they were supposed to be doing, while Sayori patted her head like she always did.
Yuki was still affectionately embracing her best friend when the clear sound of a ringing bell filled the air. The mark of the first winner for the much desired game loudly clang which elicited startled gasps and murmurs from all the challengers and their classmates. Of course, they cannot say that they were completely surprised; after all, it was Kuran-senpai.
The lively buzz evolved into full grown cheers and shouts of compliments when the triumphant challenger emerged from the covered space with a struggling and cursing silverette beauty. The never before seen blush painting the infamous scowling prefect scarlet silenced most of the cheers as they gaped at the sight of a beet red Kiryū Zero. While the other people who have yet to see the much talked about silver beauties were left stunned and immediately lengthened the line of hopeful individuals who wished to be the next victor.
Yuki got frozen in her clinging posture as she watched her beloved respectable brother drag her beautiful silver male best friend by his wrist, unmindful of Zero's attempts to free himself. Pleasure radiated from Kaname even though his face betrayed nothing of his present feelings. Even after they passed by them, Yuki can still hear the adorable rants of the poor hunter which made her chortle, much to Sayori's confusion.
"Damn it, Kaname! Let go! Don't drag me!" Zero hissed at the back of the pureblood bastard who refused to listen to him. It's not like he's low enough to run away just like that once Kaname freed him. A deal is a deal and he's fucking out already, what else can he even do?
"Be silent now, Zero. You're only making a spectacle of yourself." Kaname mildly scolded, not releasing even an inch of his hold. It wasn't like they're not attracting everyone's attention already. He highly doubted that they'll go unnoticed even if they're as silent as the dead for Zero would be able to keep the attention to himself even if he just stood motionless for a whole day. No, such striking beauty can't possibly go undetected.
"Shit. I don't even have my freaking shoes on, Kaname! Let me go back to the chairman's house so I can change!"
This effectively put a halt on the pureblood's steps. He turned to look at his lover's feet and true enough, he found bare white feet a little pinkish because of the freezing stone floor. "My, what thoughtlessness on my part. Please forgive me, Zero." Kaname apologized to his lover who was still attempting to pry his wrist free from his steel grip.
Zero thought the pureblood finally saw some sense when he liberated him only to let out a strangled yelp when his world turned and his feet left the cold ground. It took him a full minute to realize he's now looking at the smooth expanse of his lover's jaw and neck as Kaname effortlessly carried him, not even feeling the weight of a full grown man and the numerous robes he's wearing, and continued on to his destination like nothing happened.
The silverette promptly burst in rage as he wriggled even more violently in the brunette's arms, "Fuck, Kaname! I swear I'll really clobber you! Let go! This is damn embarrassing!" he yelled even louder, not even noticing the stunned expressions of everyone they passed.
A fierce one sided struggle happened for a while as the hunter fought to be let down. Not even getting a hold of the pureblood's collar had any effect on the vampire king who only continued on his merry way. Zero only halted his rants when he accidentally met a pair of wide eyes on the face of a blushing female Day class student. He was suddenly aware of the hundred pairs of eyes on them.
"Shit." The silverette breathed through clenched teeth after promptly burying his blushing face between his hands that were still tightly grasping his lover's white uniform. How was he to face the world tomorrow? What a fucking humiliation.
"There, there, Zero. There's no need to feel embarrassed. You're absolutely enchanting." Kaname placated his hunter when he felt embarrassment flood their bond. He really should feel pity towards his lover but he can't help the fondness overpowering any other sense in him at his silverette's adorable reaction.
"Shut up." Zero mumbled, his face still hidden on his lover's chest as if to smother his breath so he could die in peace. "I'll fucking get you for this."
"I'm looking forward to it." Kaname just smiled at the threat.
He already anticipated as much but oh well, there is indeed much to be looked forward to.
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"Where do you think you're going?" Kain asked his cousin as he caught her wrist when she attempted to follow their retreating leader who was currently whisking away a certain silver prefect who was in mid-outburst.
"Where do you think?" Ruka irately asked back.
"I don't think you should go. You wouldn't want to see what happens next. You know that, don't you?" Senri provided listlessly, uncaring of the light haired beauty's blush and pained expression, to which his partner lightly hit his head in admonishment.
"Shiki!" Kain warned. He can't believe he said that in front of Ruka even after knowing full well of her feelings for their pureblood leader. Everyone can guess where their King was heading but he didn't need to say that. Really, he's still as tactless as ever. "Ruka -,"
"Shut up. I know." The beautiful blond snapped as she snatched her hand but instead of storming off, she just sat down again and glared at the tea she's been drinking. She could feel Kain's worried gaze on her but was too crossed and pitiful to acknowledge it. She's not stupid. Of course, she knew. Even the fact that it's hopeless to even hope has already been understood and it's not like she's still under any illusion that the relationship between those two is only a passing fancy. She's not a fool. One look and it could already be understood. It's a bond no one could ever break. It was just an old habit. It's not like she could kill her feelings just like that. She loved him, admired him, respected him, nay she worshipped him. She accepted everything but that doesn't mean that her love and admiration will just as easily die.
"Maybe we should order more snacks." The red-headed vampire commented, not even feeling the heavy atmosphere that was starting to surround them, "It's unfair that Ichijou-san is allowed over Yuki-sama's class while we can't even go there."
"Give it up, Senri. Akira-sama and Kohaku-sama asked us not to stand out. Be good and content yourself with this class' made-up English tea." Rima said over her own cup.
"If you didn't want to stand out then maybe you shouldn't have left the dorm at all." Kain shook his head at the two's uncaring behavior before surreptitiously looking around to see the admiring glances directed in their way. He's thankful that no one has yet to come barging in to their space. Perhaps it's all thanks to Ruka's foul mood.
"Where's Hanabusa?" Rima asked, ignoring Kain's comment.
"Tied inside the Moon dorm. He insisted in coming here very early so Ichijou-san asked me to prevent it. It'll be bad if he came in there early. That will be awful for Yuki-sama's class. Nao-sama and Suiren-sama said they'll let him go after a while. It should be after another hour or so." He can almost hear his cousin's furious rants. He'll be hearing about his treachery for weeks to be sure. Hana is not the type to let go of this so easily. Why, oh why, must he be the one to suffer because of it? Really, why only him?
The silent pair only nodded in acknowledgement while Ruka continued to stare in contempt at her cup. Kain sighed internally. Why was he even here? He should have stayed inside the Moon dormitory. Heck, he was supposed to be asleep around this time but since he found out that these three vampires planned to join the festivities, he can't help but make sure they didn't do anything stupid that will make their president, the prefects, their little royals and the chairman angry. Really, why did the headmaster allowed this? He really shouldn't put his trust in these troublemaking children.
"Ah, isn't that Anne-sama?"
Kain's internal lamentation was halted at Rima's mention of their princess. All four watched the little brunette through the window whilst looking around as if in search for someone. Brows met at the look of pure irritation on her beautiful face. Whoever she's searching for is in for some serious trouble. Four pairs of eyes met each other's gazes. They all instantly came to a mutual and silent decision to not interfere with her. They promptly went back to enjoying their relatively peaceful day without any more words. They didn't see anything.
They have self-preservation after all. It's best not to get tangled up with an apparent, in coming storm.
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This must be what they call retribution.
Ichiru thought while moving one of his pieces. Challengers just kept on coming and the line is even longer now that someone had won against them. His brother's appearance must have also provided them no small degree of advertisement and now, he's the one to suffer it all. What a mistake. He sighed to himself as he dealt the final move to defeat his female challenger currently gaping at him. This is what he gets for selling out his brother and for teasing him earlier. Really, what a mess. He internally groaned.
He didn't know how long it has been since Zero got beaten but he knew that he's been at it for hours and he's growing tired. He really should apologize to his twin later on. He swore never to betray him like that ever again, no matter how entertaining it was. Ichiru silently made an oath to be the best brother there is as he watched each challengers come and go.
Nii-san, oh nii-san, please forgive this unfaithful brother of yours and come save me!
Ichiru sighed one more time as he waited for the next challenger. He steeled his nerves and willed some strength and patience. No point feeling sorry and regretting the fact now! I must face the consequences of my actions! He nodded to himself with a conviction of a martyr heading for his execution.
The silverette was already arranging his pieces once again when the next challenger entered the room. His fingers froze around his pawn as something white got caught in his peripheral vision. He swallowed, his hard-earned conviction immediately evaporating into thin air. Suddenly, loud murmurs and excited exclamations filled his ears.
Why? Why? Why?!
Were his sacrifices not enough? Was his noble acceptance of this humiliation not enough? Was his answer to this call of responsibility not enough? Why have the heavens forsaken this warrior? What did he do to be tormented like this?!
He didn't even need to look up to know who was currently before him because with his shitty luck, it could only be one person.
Of course, it could only be one person.
He took one extremely deep breath, exasperation and dread filling him to the brim, before finally facing his new and most unwelcomed opponent and true enough, he was met with the animated sight of his lover currently smiling so beatifically and whose eyes seemed to have caught all the sunlight outside.
This is indeed retribution.
Why did all the gods hate him?
"I don't know about you, Ichiru, but I think this is the farthest thing from a horror café."
Not at all… because I'm absolutely horrified right now…
Ichiru can't even find the strength to voice his response to his lover's teasing. Nope, he's currently in the process of slowly dying of shame. He shall curse this day and erase it from his memories. He'll go on a very long journey and forget about this encounter forever. Maybe he'll go to a temple and be monk or to Africa and be lion's food. Which one would be good?
Ahh, what a short life it has been…
Hanabusa enjoyed his lover's reaction but when Ichiru didn't say or do anything for a while, he was compelled to do something. He wanted to hurry up and enjoy the festivities with the prefect, after all, "I really don't mind but are you sure you don't want to start? I pity all those who are waiting outside. The sooner they know that it's game over, the better." The noble spoke in an attempt to jar his lover from his shell-shocked state. How cute.
The prefect's beautiful face crumpled as hopelessness, irritation, embarrassment and disappointment all filled him at the same time. Silver brows met and he didn't know if it was more because of today's overall humiliation or indignation at his lover's belittlement of his shōgi prowess. Not like it was far from the truth. Oh no, he himself knew that he hit rock bottom the moment the noble appeared. Surely, with Hana as his opponent, the outcome was already determined, but fuck if he'll go down without a fight!
Suddenly, the desire to defeat this one challenger overpowered all other feelings inside him. His eyebrows drew even closer than before but because of determination now. Conviction burned his lilac eyes as he focused on his little warriors on the board. He'll have to make sure that Hana won't get what he wants so easily. He'll have to go through hell first!
The noble vampire smiled as he saw resolve in his lover's teary eyes. Ah, that's the Ichiru he knows. His beautiful and strong lover. Suddenly, he was torn between wanting to beat him fast so they can already proceed with the festival together and wanting to lengthen the game so he can have those fiery violet eyes directed to him even for just a bit longer. There was just this sudden thrill at the thought that he's going against the strongest fire he's ever known, the one that refused to go out even in the face of bigger adversaries. It made Hanabusa fall for Ichiru every single time. Ah, he has a feeling that this game will be his hardest one yet.
Tension filled the tiny space as the noble and the prefect refused to back down and both endeavored to triumph against one another. The silence between the couple was in great contrast against the loud and excited murmurs of the outside world where one female prefect cheerfully dared their class president's wrath for the hundredth time and joined her boyfriend even before her shift ended to wait for the game's conclusion.
"That was fast." Yuki mumbled while looking at the cubicle where there was no doubt a silent war currently ensuing. The pureblood princess tried to pout but was betrayed by her evil side when a smirk appeared instead. She giggled, shaking her head. Really now, all these vampires with their impatience. It was only less than two hours ago when her nii-sama took Zero and now it's Aido-senpai who has come to take away Ichiru. She knew they'll come of course. How could those two keep away? She would sooner believe the world will end tomorrow rather than believe that Kaname-nii-sama and Aido-senpai would be able to keep away from her brothers when they're dressed in a never before seen, and maybe never again, attire. She chortled. Oh, how she wished she could see Ichiru's face right now! Hopefully she'll be able to secure a copy from the recorder Haku-kun mentioned they planted inside. Oh well, she's sure to see an awesome expression once they emerged from the cubicle anyway.
Then she suddenly thought of something that made her jolt, driving away all giddy happiness and excitement. She just realized the inevitable and their impending doom. Oh no! They're going to lose their main attractions. What's going to happen to them?! There's no question of their success and immense profit but it's still early… what if the other classes managed to catch up to them at the end of the day?
Oooooohhhh dear. They're in deep trouble…
If their president didn't manage to dance with Ruka in this ball, he'll surely be breathing down her neck during midterm exams for a second chance. No! She… she really needs to think of something fast.
"Yuki-chan? What's wrong?" Takuma asked when he saw his girlfriend expressed increasing apprehension in her sienna eyes.
"S-senpai." She tearfully uttered. Help me… She was just about to say her big problem when the aura and voice of her niece disrupted her. She turned to the side to find an approaching Anne looking around.
"Good day, Yuki-bachan, Takuji." Anne greeted the couple huddled in a corner while her gaze darted at every other guest's faces, "I'm wondering if you have any idea where the little demons, also known as my little brothers, are. Have you seen them?"
"Eh? No, Anne-chan. Aren't you with them?" Takuma answered carefully. He can't help but notice that though they were pleasantly addressed by the little girl, there was a note in her aura that silently told him that she's quite angry.
The older pureblood must have sensed the same thing because she cautiously inquired, "Is there anything wrong, Anne-chan?"
A small fisted hand, obviously clenched too tightly to be considered feminine, slightly covered a strained, unconvincing smile, "Oh no. Please don't worry about me, it's nothing." she chuckled darkly. Her fake, slightly tensed, would-be happy tone sent cold shivers down the other two vampires' spine as obvious bulging veins slowly became apparent on her balled fist and neck.
Those two little devils! After Anne's earlier mortification, it dawned upon her the possible reason for its cause. It was all because she wasn't able to feel Kaito-san's approach and unlike their beloved chichiue who can naturally hide his presence if he so wishes, Kaito-san didn't have such an ability. That would mean that her dear beloved little brother did something possibly moronic like giving her favorite hunter his blood pill for presence concealment without telling her! Argh! Just the thought of it makes her so mad! Because while the incident was not entirely insufferable, still, a great damage has been dealt. How will they be able to piece back her ruined honor?! Her reputation?! Ah, Kaito-san… what a child I must be in your eyes… she wanted to cry in frustration. She felt like she just went back even further than the original starting line. She even lost sight of her parents! It made the injury even more painful. What was the point of all her schemes? It brought nothing but tragedy today!
The two adult vampires watched as delicate shoulders slumped in dejection, her calm and happy façade slowly melted, earning the child a sympathetic look from them.
"Is there anything we can do for you, Anne-chan?" Takuma gently offered.
Anne let out a heavy sigh before shaking herself from her gloom. There's no point! She'll just worry about it later! Right. Once she captured those two. So after steeling her nerves, she finally turned towards her aunt and uncle to address the unease she noticed earlier, "Oh, please don't worry about me. Really, I shall be fine after pulverizing those two." She sweetly smiled as if she didn't just say something threatening, "But I noticed Yuki-bachan being distressed about something earlier. Perhaps, there's something I could help you with."
At the reminder, Yuki once again remembered the precarious situation she tangled herself and her class in. She paled once again as she looked at the two vampires now looking at her with mild apprehension, "Oh no. What are we going to do? Aido-senpai will take away Ichiru and then we're doomed."
"Oh." Both vampires chorused in understanding.
Anne immediately plunged herself into her scheming thoughts while her uncle Takuma comforted his girlfriend. Her father's much earlier execution of their plan indeed made a terrible impact on her aunt's class activity. Oh well, nothing for it, they simply needed to think of something fast. Uncle Ichiru's match against uncle Aido was already predetermined. Not that she's belittling her uncle Ichiru, it was just that she knew the mighty prowess of her other uncle's intelligence. He indeed was not called a genius for nothing. She herself has yet to beat their uncle in any kind of game that uses logic. So now, what should they do?
Lilac orbs found the enchanting picture hanging on the room's furthest wall. She sighed. She didn't want to cause her little angelic siblings any kind of torment as much as possible, of course, but perhaps, they could be persuaded somehow. It was not like it was the first time and after all, they did manage to miraculously don their little Nao with those beautiful robes with only minimal crying. Well, it's no miracle really. They only mentioned their beloved otou-chan needing his participation and help and those two wonderfully rose to the occasion. Ah, how adorable.
"Well, aunty," Anne finally turned to the two vampires and smiled, "would you like to come with me to the Moon dormitory? Nao and Sui-chan should be awake by now."
"Eh?" Yuki frowned but after a minute, she finally understood, "Oh! Are you sure? Will they accept the job?" she asked as she stood up. She can still remember how those large reddish-lavender orbs looked up at her and Anne with confusion as they hovered over the two silverettes playing on the carpet the day they asked for a photo for the poster. A sense of foreboding must have come to them as Suiren immediately hugged her twin protectively while still nervously looking at the two older vampires. Will they be alright? It won't be a normal photo shoot this time…
"We can try, aunty. Anyway, they're sweethearts, but perhaps a wonderful compensation for them afterwards?"
"I can manage that!" the pureblood princess immediately agreed. She'll pay any price! She'll even give them the best Christmas presents ever, she internally promised. Just please, please help me!
Anne smiled, "Well then, shall we go?"
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The moment he entered his study, he immediately slammed the silverette he was carrying against the closed door, unable to find the patience to take a few more steps towards his bed chamber as if it was a million miles away. He didn't waste his time before seducing his lover with a kiss, arranging his trapped body in a comfortable position with his thigh grinding between Zero's legs to feel just how affected he was with his loving ministrations.
The hunter growled softly as the itch he felt under his skin further spread within him. He knew it will come to this but what startled him was the feeling of ready reciprocation he secretly felt inside him all along. It was like he was waiting for it all this time. It was a feeling that greatly baffled him as he wasn't one to indulge in such pleasures. Well, not until Kaname anyway. It's an intoxicating sensation that made him go numb. Good thing he has the pregnancy hormones to blame. He let himself be taken away knowing it's futile to even think of resisting, embracing the warmth and letting it fill him to his deepest core, letting the raging fire consume him and surrendering to his body and heart's command.
Zero mildly startled Kaname by eagerly requiting his actions and fiercely kissing him back. Long, thin fingers tightly wrapped around silken dark threads while another pale hand grasped his lover's uniform over his back. He even angled his head to better explore the delectable mouth against his.
Without breaking the kiss, heavy eyelids over ruby eyes slightly opened to gaze at the hunter's pale skin. His heart sped even faster as he beheld silver brows meeting together in apparent need and desire. Kaname felt his control slipped completely away from him at the passionate display of his lover's own lust and thirst that he can't help the almost savage way he explored his lover's supple cavern, extremely intoxicated by the knowledge of his power over the ravishing beauty. He was hypnotized by the sight of Zero's flushed skin and the feel of his touch on him. His grip around Zero tightened as he felt hot tongues moved in an indecent dance around each other. A low rumble unconsciously escaped from him and when hazy lilac eyes also opened to meet his burgundy ones, he was all but composed. You never knew, did you? You never knew how your tiniest movements provoked disorder in my heart, whispered his mind.
The pureblood's hand travelled up underneath the silver wig on his lover's head and effortlessly took it off. No matter how exquisite his silverette looked in his regalia, nothing will beat the appearance that unwittingly captured him entirely. Lean fingers basked in the addicting soft texture of his silver hair while his other hand previously snaked around his hunter's waist, travelled southward.
The vampire king didn't even bother loosening the large obi and taking off the robes. Instead, his hand swam under the folds of the numerous fabrics in order to arrive to his goal and unceremoniously delved inside Zero's boxers which made the silverette softly gasp. His hunter's fully erect cock drew a dangerously seductive smile on sinfully soft lips.
He liberated his lover's swollen lips just as his thumb slightly stroke the head of his shaft, "My, someone's eager today." He teased in between harsh pants as lust-filled wine eyes looked into half-masted silver-lavender orbs.
"S-shut up." Zero stuttered in his answer as long, skilled fingers tightened their hold around him which in turn elicited such a lewd moan from the hunter that would have him crawling inside a hole had it not for his present intoxicated condition, "Bas-hah-tard." What's happening to him? Even he thinks he's weird today. It struck Zero that he must be feeling horny since earlier. Well, damn it. Fucking hormones. He wanted to unreasonably blame the smiling bastard since he's the one who knocked him up, but it was immediately forgotten the moment the vampire picked up the pace. Only Kaname's movement registered in his mind. Nothing else did. Not the way he repeatedly called the bastard's name, the trail of kisses on his jawline and neck, his ragged breaths, the sweat starting to cover their entire body or the way he scratched the back of Kaname's neck and almost tore his lover's uniform because of his grip. The irresistible sensation robbed him of all his strength that his knees collapsed beneath him and he dragged his pureblood to kneel with him on the floor.
Kaname only hummed against damp silver hair as he drank his lover's delicious pants, welcoming the pain from the shallow cuts that already started to heal and breathe in the bewitching scent his hunter is producing in abundant quantity as usual whenever he's in this enraptured state. Zero seems to be unaware of it and its strong effects that would have the brunette mindlessly thrusting into him had he been any less coherent than he presently is. Of course, the pureblood so badly wanted to but not yet, he wanted to drive his silverette mad with pleasure before making him ride him to his heart's content.
The vampire's other hand and lips travelled from his hunter's silver hair down to his pale neck, leaving trails of kisses as his hand lowered the obstructing robes off a pale shoulder. He could feel his lover's shiver under his lips and touch, unconsciously canting his hips and baring his neck to give him access as if to further derange his senses. He could feel himself hardening and his fangs lengthening in response to Zero's unconscious seduction. What a torture. All of Kaname's instincts demanded to pierce the flushed, tattooed skin before him but valiantly fought it by instead deeply sucking it until it bruised, further adding decoration to his silverette's neck.
Searching lips soon found the now slightly distinct mating mark. The lovely seal and evidence of their everlasting connection fast-becoming apparent on their skin as they continuously strengthened their bond. Kaname never really thought that such a mark will ever be imprinted on his skin for he made up his mind to wed his beloved sister as per their family's royal tradition. He didn't care then as he never really thought that he'll ever love anyone so strongly that a connection will be made and so he was confused when the half-completed bond with the silver hunter was born. That he'll ever feel such raging emotions and desire strong enough to consume and burn him never crossed his mind. In fact, the Kaname before would have found the idea utterly preposterous but now, he can't imagine feeling anything less or having his future with anyone else other than Zero. Everything that he is and will be is now for this person in his arms and he's extremely pleased and satisfied about it, proud of it even. He kissed and licked the lovely proof of his claim on his mate, smiling as he felt the fast beat of his lover's heart and the slight trembling of the pale Adonis in his embrace. He rejoiced the fact that it was only he that can produce such a reaction from the stoic hunter. Only he can make Zero put on such a captivating expression, produce those enticing sounds and only he can see him in this state. No one else but him.
"K-Kaname," a breathless entreaty snatched back his attention as his lovely silverette called his name in such seductively husky voice. He only hummed in response as he quickened his strokes on his hardened member, leading him to a satisfying release. An almost wanton cry permeated the room while shaking pale white arms tightened around him as he felt his lover climaxed, his cum spilling all over his hand. Auburn orbs dazedly watched his lover catch his breath while leaning against him, imprinting the beautiful hunter's unguarded expression as silver brows met in evident pleasure with his head weakly perched on Kaname's shoulder that the pureblood can feel his every breath as he panted against his neck. He held his trembling body to anchor him through his orgasm, welcoming all his weight on him.
"Satisfied?" the brunette teased and chuckled when lilac orbs looked up to grace him with a glare, only demolished by the gorgeous after-glow on his skin and softened by the seductive haze in their lavender depths. He kissed his sweat-laden temple before fishing out a silk handkerchief inside his pocket to wipe his hand before taking Zero's left hand and kissing the simple red ring around his pinky. "Well then, shall we continue this in a more comfortable place?"
The hunter weakly huffed, finally regaining enough of his breath to respond, "Who do you think was the impatient bastard who attacked me as soon as the door closed?" he castigated but was betrayed by his body when his blush deepened instead of abating completely. They really should practice patience and self-control.
The pureblood only chuckled as he stood, carrying his still weak-kneed lover with him, "I'll admit that's my error but I must say, it's not entirely my fault. You should refrain from looking too adorable if you wish for my control," he could only smile as he watch his lover blush even darker than before, his lips opening and closing as if wanting to say something to him in retaliation but can't seem to form a coherent speech. He heard a growl instead.
Well, damn you, Zero thought lamely as he was effortlessly carried to the sofa. He can't even bark at the embarrassingly sappy vampire for carrying him like a maiden anymore. He knew he'll only humiliate himself if he were to insist on walking only to have his knees give up on him again.
Kaname was still wearing that highly contented smile as he leaned back on the sofa after stripping Zero of his undergarment and his uchikake to leave four remaining layers of kimonos to hang loosely over one pale shoulder, his hunter's white chest and black mating mark visible to his selfish wine-red eyes, and arranging him on his lap with the silverette's legs on either side of him.
"Wipe that look off your face, Kaname," Zero snarled, chagrined as his body quickly responded to the look of utter desire and hunger in those blood pools as if he didn't just cum minutes ago. Really, it's as if he doesn't have any command over his body anymore. The complete control might have already been handed over to this exasperating vampire in front of him.
"My, whatever could you mean?" Kaname smiled as he leaned forward to cover the sweet supple lips with his, prying them open for him to explore, robbing Zero the chance to retaliate. Tongues met again in a salacious battle for supremacy. His heart sped as he felt his buttons being quickly undone by slightly urgent hands which sent a delicious thrill down his spine, making his blood boil and reviving his arousal. A moan escaped from the pureblood when he felt Zero took a shockingly bold turn and stroked him over his uniform before unbuckling his belt to free him simultaneously deepening the kiss hard enough that Kaname could almost taste blood. A sensuous tongue forcefully intruded inside his mouth, seemingly desirous in exploring every part of him. Evidently, the demanding lips against his have every intention of swallowing him whole. A delightful thrill filled him to the core as he perceived his lover's resolute actions that he can't help the helpless groan which escaped from him as he let his mouth go slack to give his assertive hunter full control, relishing in his mate's apparent desire for him. He could feel his own hand which was affectionately caressing one pale thigh – so near the erogenous zone - under Zero's robes unconsciously grip his hip while the other that was rested on the small of his lover's back snaked further around the lean body to bring them both closer to each other. He could hear their heartbeats thudding fast within them as feverish excitement reawakened.
He kept on getting surprised today. In the first place, he didn't think that his sister will actually succeed in convincing his lover to go through their class' plan, then there was the bewitching sight of a stunning Venus which far surpassed his expectation and now, his hunter's daring actions which is severely and dangerously testing the current weak reins he has over his inner beast. He must really warn his lover not to tempt him like this for then, there will be dire consequences which may result to several days of imprisonment in this room. He tamped down his eager beast, willing some degree of control as to not jeopardize their schooling. The chairman will not be pleased if he were to kidnap his charge for several days. Indeed, how unfortunate.
The brunette calmed himself by regrettably breaking the obscene kiss, favoring Zero's slender tattooed neck instead, drinking in the sound of his lover's quick and heavy breathing while desperately thinking of ways on how he can distract and calm himself, "Today was such a surprise, who would have thought that you'd agree to this idea?" he murmured against luminous white skin as he panted, struggling for composure before looking at his lover to see his silverette scowl at him as he was reminded of the day's overall misfortune. He wasn't that intimidating with his lips red and plump, flushed and sweaty skin, and dishabille state of his starlight hair. It beckoned him instead.
"Don't even get me started with that," a growl rumbled deep within Zero, even as he rasped and panted hard, as he recalled his class' moronic scheme again. Maybe he wouldn't have minded it half as much had it not been for this king of all devious means who just wouldn't let him live this incident down. Why must he insist on becoming a part of Zero's every humiliating experiences? Asshole. He has even forgotten about it already! Lilac eyes petulantly averted auburn scrutiny as he unconsciously pouted. His glares didn't seem to have any effect anyway. Damn it.
Amusement colored the pureblood's voice at his sulking lover's adorable reaction, successfully calming his beast but tempting his wicked side instead, "Why? When it suits you so beautifully?" when amethyst eyes narrowed in defiance only to be betrayed by an even brighter scarlet painting his pale skin, Kaname teasingly added, but not without honesty, "You'll make a fine courtesan. Just look at you, seducing me as we speak," he chuckled when his words were awarded with a glower. "Why don't you tell me a lie," he whispered as he eyed and gently traced Zero's still swollen lips with his fingers, his other hand around his lover drawing them flushed together, that not even the large obi can prevent, as he slowly guided him over his arousal, "Aren't courtesans known for their deceit?"
He could feel his silver eyebrow twitch in irritation. This bastard is really enjoying this, "I love you."
Kaname arched an eyebrow, "My, is that the lie?"
"Yes." He rasped, his breath getting heavier once more as he felt the familiar pressure around his entrance.
"How adorable." Kaname seductively whispered as he showered him with kisses, much more controlled than before but no less ardent, knowing full well which statement was the lie. He awarded Zero by slowly and fully easing him down on him at last.
Pale hands found purchase on the vampire king's shoulders as exquisite pain filled him. The pressure grew and pushed deeper within him, forcefully opening him further, eliciting a lascivious gasp from him. Darkened lavender eyes unconsciously closed tightly, anticipating the sweet torture's commencement, unaware of the equally dark russet eyes intent on his every expression. He could feel Kaname's hot breath on his sweaty skin before long, making him even more lightheaded and when velvety soft lips mouthed the mating mark on his chest the moment he was fully seated, he thought he has lost all sense of sanity.
The pureblood waited for his lover to be fully used to his size by trailing erotic kisses up his chest to his favorite tattoo. He breathed in Zero's heavenly scent. It's almost overpowering and it teased his utmost vampiric impulses once more that Kaname unconsciously tightened his arms around his lover to restrain himself. He knew he can't bite down but he also can't seem to detach himself from his seducer's luminously fair skin. It's a bittersweet torture he always welcomingly subjects himself to.
Even during his entranced state, the silverette still noticed the way his lover's lips erotically traced the line of his neck. Kaname always do this, deeply taking in his scent but with restraint, as if wanting to fiercely take a bite but deliberately stopping himself. What an idiot, "Take it if you want," Zero breathed huskily, his half-lidded eyes opened in time to see his lover look up at him in surprise so he assured him with a smirk, "I'll just drink more from you later. It's alright." He further persuaded. Take it, it's yours.
Kaname stared only for a minute, a part of him wanted to ask again but the larger and more selfish part of him that wanted to relish the most intoxicating and luscious blood he had ever tasted prevailed. When a pale hand gently tangled itself with his dark brown hair as it decidedly guided him to taste heaven, he didn't waste another moment in licking the tattooed skin before sinking his fangs. He hummed in delight as the taste of Zero's blood electrified him. It's as delectable as he remembered. He can't help but grind into his hunter more as he deepen his bite, eliciting another breathless gasp from his pale lover, pressing their bodies against each other, ruining the perfect knot of his obi, with his hands tightly gripping a handful of silver hair and fabric of the loose kimono around the silverette. A rumble down his throat escaped as ambrosial blood continued to flow into him and it's all he could do to rein his inner demon.
He wanted more, more, more.
It's so addicting that it easily awakens all his primal instincts as a vampire. His beast rejoiced at finally having that elixir he deprived himself of for a long time, roaring in triumph and pride, as it reasserted the ultimate fact of his possession.
He's mine.
Mine.
The hunter jolted as the fire inside consumed his core with a ferocity that frightened even him. What is with this man that attracts him so? That holds him down so forcefully until there's nothing left to do but to surrender? Zero more than once finds himself afraid of his own feelings. It's overwhelming enough to leave him breathless and drowned that he sometimes surprises himself by doing something so completely unlike him just like now. The him before he fell for Kaname would surely scoff at the idea of freely offering his blood to a vampire but he can't help the rush of pleasant exhilaration that flooded him at the thought of Kaname's desire for everything that he is. An unacknowledged dark part of him honestly wanted to keep it that way.
Is there a restriction on how much affection one can feel? Is there a limit on how much love one's heart can carry?
As the torrent of overpowering desire and affection washed over him, Kaname realized how the word 'love' perfectly describes what he felt but was utterly incapable of expressing its depths and weight. It's not enough. A thousand 'I love you' were not enough to say how much he feels for Zero. A million 'I want you' were insufficient in conveying his overwhelming thirst. They could merge into one entity and yet they still wouldn't be close enough.
He wants more.
He needs more.
He desires far more.
It drives him mad to just hold him. It tears him that there were milliseconds of separation. It breaks him whenever his pale form leaves his sight. It's painful whenever he's without him yet it also kills him in the sweetest way possible whenever they're together. It's a vicious cycle. Just like willingly suffering an illness only to eagerly take the cure.
How truly incomprehensible, this feeling, whatever it is called. For it is not just 'love'. It's something even stronger and frightening, even more powerful and destructive.
It took all his century earned self-discipline to command himself to stop and retract his fangs. He lapped the remaining blood away, unwilling to waste even a drop, before showering it with kisses until he felt Zero's hand forcing his head up to forwardly claim his lips. His lover used his other hand on his shoulder to support himself as he pulled himself up only to immediately push back down.
Kaname groaned at sudden rush of pleasure, marveling his hunter's boldness but nevertheless, exciting him further. He assisted him in his eager undertaking once recovered, hands on his delicate hip and thigh to pull him up only slam him back down, the frenzied pace untamed as they only sought to arrive at the highest peak. Racing to provide the other ecstasy while driving each other mad with even wilder desire.
Zero drew his sweat-covered forehead closer to Kaname's, his half-lidded dark amethyst orbs memorizing the intensity of passion and love he can see in his vampire's blood red ones, hot breaths mingling as harsh moans filled the room. They rocked into each other as Kaname briskly and repeatedly fill Zero while the hunter passionately welcomed each thrusts, allowing the pureblood to embed himself deep within him, to be entrenched in his core - in his soul.
Zero's arms clung around Kaname's neck as if to anchor them both as the onslaught of explosive fervor threatened to completely wipe away all notions of sanity. It's irrational and mystifying. How can this feeling both be pleasure and pain, peace and chaos, protection and danger at the same time? Zero doesn't understand, but he no longer cares.
The hunter was about to tell his mate that he's very close to the end when Kaname pulled him down for a brief but scorching kiss that finally led him to spill his second release. He was still quivering in his orgasm when felt Kaname climax and fill him with his essence only seconds later. Only harsh breaths were heard for several minutes as they both tried to regain their normal breathing. The pureblood sunk back on the couch while supporting the silverette's weight.
Zero was still panting hard on Kaname's shoulder when he realized he actually came untouched. He froze. Has he become that sensitive? The after-glow he was sporting was instantly overpowered by the blush that covered him from head to toe. Oh, this is fucking great, he thought sullenly.
"What is it, Zero?" Kaname asked as he suddenly felt a slight gloom echo from their bond. He gently held his lover's chin to coax him look at him when silver-lavender eyes eluded his gaze.
Zero sighed in surrender when he was met with questioning auburn orbs drowning in concern as Kaname very softly stroke his still damp silver hair. Well, whatever, "It's nothing. You'll take responsibility for making me like this anyway." He breathed as he settled back against Kaname.
Dark brows met in confusion but still responded, "That goes without saying." Slender fingers continued to caress his lover's silver hair.
"Then never mind." The hunter mumbled, closing his eyes as exhaustion took over his senses.
Kaname decided to let the matter go when he felt his lover slip into a peaceful slumber. He smiled as he felt his lover's deep peaceful breathing. He must be very tired to have fallen asleep so soon. He planted a kiss on Zero's light hair and the ring around his pinky before he proceeded to carry him to his bed chamber at last.
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Is this real?
Ichiru can't believe what he's currently seeing with his own eyes. Is that really his piece about to check Hana's king? Really? There's only about three or more moves but he can already see the outcome. Is he really about to win this game? Somehow, he's having a hard time believing but he checked again.
Lilac eyes slyly glanced at his lover and he was surprised to see a very serious Hana so deep in thought. He has yet to utter a single word to the noble since he came inside and he was so focused in the game that he even forgot to look at the vampire so seeing such a serious expression threw Ichiru off-guard. Suddenly, ridiculous happiness filled him. He was so sure that he'll be taken lightly knowing the noble's intellect but to see Hana taking him so seriously made him swell with pride. He was grinning to himself like an idiot after taking his move when his lover called his name.
"Ichiru."
"Eh? Wha-,"
The prefect lost all notions of reality when a hand suddenly reached out around his nape and snatch him forward to have warm lips meet his. A hand unconsciously gripped his lover's uniform to steady himself as Hanabusa blissfully invaded his personal space. He felt an insistent tongue pry his mouth open and his world immediately centered itself around the noble when he felt him deepen the kiss. He was startled only for a minute but immediately abandoned himself to kissing his lover back. He has almost forgotten where they were when Hana released his lips. He opened his eyes to find the color of the sky staring back to his lilac ones, the dazzling light dancing in cerulean gaze was so beautiful that he completely forgot what in the world was happening around him.
In his beguiled state, he almost missed his lover's words.
"I win."
It took Ichiru a full minute to register what he's been told, "Wait, what?"
Hanabusa smiled at his flabbergasted silverette before he directed him to the board and took his final turn. He put his winning piece on his rightful place before declaring in a voice full of glee, "Check."
The young prefect was slack-jawed while studying the shōgi pieces on the board. That's indeed an epic loss on his part. Silver brows crumpled over confused and disbelieving lavender orbs. Why didn't he see their game heading in that direction? Oh man, he clearly missed an angle. An almost indiscernible pout appeared on soft petulant lips. Damn it. Amethyst orbs glared at the chuckle his lover produced.
"It's because you're so focused on your rook that it made you quite open." The blond explained to the frowning prefect, "Now, now, don't look like that. I won fair and square."
"I almost beat you." Ichiru can't help but mumble, turning his narrowed eyes back on the board, a flush of embarrassment, indignation and disappointment blooming beautifully on his cheeks.
The noble quietly stared, the exhilaration for his victory momentarily forgotten in the face of a stunning and sulking beauty, his golden eyebrows met to produce a conflicted look as the vampire fought between overpowering desire and sensible reason. This alluring idiot, he shook his head, if only he knew how he spectacularly defeated him every single time, how weak Hanabusa is against him that there's no hope for any escape or victory, how he has an impressive hold on him that he can't get up on his own, how he always won over him without fail. He inaudibly sighed. "Well, you gave it your best shot." He said instead, a soft smile on his lips.
The silverette, who knew nothing of his power over the blond vampire, only returned his affectionate gaze with petulance, "Whatever, I still lost." He sighed, finally admitting his defeat, "So? What do you want to do? Oh, wait," he just remembered the bell he must ring in order to inform the remaining challengers that the game is over. Poor guys, he thought distractedly as he reached for the bell when his pale wrist was caught by a strong hand demanding his attention. He was forced to face his golden lover who was sporting a captivatingly intense fire in his azure orbs.
Hanabusa doesn't regret giving his all in that game, after all, he fought really hard for the chance to enjoy the festival with his silverette nor did he wish he held back as he wouldn't dream of insulting his lover by downplaying his capabilities. He knew how strong Ichiru is and he was honestly nervous as he was very close to losing though he tried to look cool and confident but no matter what, he didn't want that disheartened look etched on his angel's face. He can't help but want to ease his sullen look so even before he was robbed the chance to comfort him, he immediately prevented his victory's announcement for a moment longer. He pulled a surprised Ichiru in his arms and whispered against starlight hair, "You should know that you were great."
The silver prefect was only momentarily frozen before finally getting his bearings back and though he was still a bit disappointed at not being able to beat Hana, the apparent concern that his golden light was showing touched him. He scoffed in mock contempt but his blush betrayed the honest pleasure that coursed through him at those words. He knew Hanabusa is just indulging him but to be recognized by someone you love really just sprouts treacherous delight and pride in one's heart. Oh, he's a moron and half alright. He admits it.
"I'm not kidding." The noble added with so much sincerity which surprised the silverette. Knowing his lover, he'll think that he's just saying it to pacify him. He drew them apart enough to look deep in stunned amethysts. Yeah, he knew it, "You're a strong and intelligent person, Ichiru. I really had to struggle just to make sure I'll win!"
Ichiru blinked at the insistent hard sapphires staring intensely back at him and he can't help the shy smile that drew itself on his scarlet face as he was filled with joy and gratitude. He tried to tamper it by pursing his lips. He averted his eyes and casually said with a nonchalant shrug, "I wasn't really that upset." He must have been too late as he saw a gentle smile and indulgence lighting up aquamarine orbs when he chanced a glance towards Hanabusa. He sighed internally; nothing really escapes a genius' notice, huh? Oh well, at least he tried. He allowed himself to smile a little as he wrapped his arms around the vampire and as if it was a force of nature, soft lips quietly met soft lips. The arms around his lean body tightened as if to draw him closer to which he complied. The sweet flavor of his ever so considerate lover bursting in conflagration on his taste buds, erasing all the unwanted memories and feelings so only the two of them remained. The bewitching feel of his lover's tender assault inside his mouth generated a soundless moan from him. He was already breathless when the blond released his lips to grant an affectionate kiss on his forehead.
With the warm body pressed against him, he suddenly didn't want to go just yet, the overwhelming desire to push Ichiru down warring inside his genius mind. Ah, he's such a sinful little angel, his Ichiru is. Reason prevailed as he valiantly persuaded himself that enjoying the Cross Academy festival with the silverette is such a rare opportunity that he shouldn't miss. Calm yourself, Hanabusa, he internally whispered and with heroic self-control and restraint, he freed Ichiru to take his hand. "Well then, shall we go?"
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Yuki stretched out her upper body to let out all the stress that accumulated during that brief moment of panic. Ichiru was already being hauled by Aido-senpai by the time they made it back. She swore that the wild clamor that filled the whole corridor and their classroom was heard all throughout the academy when the second chime of the bell rang loud and clear. There was a tumultuous uproar as her classmates were thrown into a frantic fit for they all recognized the immense loss and great impact it had on their booth. There was also a burst of rage and complaints from the remaining participants who were patiently waiting in line. Yuki was so thankful that they made it on time for there would have been a scary bloodbath had they arrived even just a minute later. Apparently, her lucky stars are still with her!
She never thought she'd see the day that their annoying and obnoxious class president will burst into tears at the sight of her, though it's really because of the reinforcement she had brought with her, and even hug her because of extreme gratitude. She was even granted her free time even though there was about an hour more remaining in her shift! She giggled at the memory.
The incredible sight of another two gorgeous Aphrodite in the form of her silver niece and nephew more than pacified the frenzied crowd and silenced the overall hysteria. The moment the two walked into the scene, awe inspired sighs replaced the ruckus, creating a chance for his silverette brother and his boyfriend to get away from the mad crowd. Praise be!
Ah, as expected of her niece! She was able to convince little Nao-kun and Sui-chan to sacrifice themselves and even dress them up so fast! What took Yori-chan and her an hour was done in a blink of an eye. She must have done it a couple of times and that thought gave her a complex mix of joy and pity towards all her nephews. Now that she thinks about it, it didn't seem like Nao's first time wearing female clothing if his elegant way of carrying those clothes was anything to go by. He was even able to walk with those scary koma-geta unattended, closely followed by his sister who was also forced to take part in their activity to accompany her poor twin. They were both dressed in kimonos of varying shades of red and white which they carried with such confidence that Yuki was sure that they practiced for a long time since they also walked using the hachi… hachi… yeah, she forgot the name of that style of walking courtesans used that Anne mentioned. Anyhow, she's sure her beautiful niece was the one who taught them. How detailed… Poor Nao… Sui-chan doesn't seem to mind and though she really didn't know what her silver nephew thought of the whole ordeal, she's sympathetic all the same.
Oh well, it's not like she can really blame Anne. They're just so cute! And she was saved because of it. She sighed. She felt like she aged thirty years because of extreme nervousness. Good thing it's over now.
"That was close, wasn't it?"
She turned to her green-eyed companion who she immediately dragged to the rooftop as soon as she was relieved of her duties. She wanted to go around in the festival, but after the general excitement, she just wanted to spend a quiet time with her beloved senpai. She smiled beatifically, further calmed by the comforting light that has always been present in those emerald depths.
She went to him and took both his hands in hers, staring deep into his eyes. Light gold eyebrows frowned in question when she did nothing else but scrutinize his face. Yuki can't help but sigh as something peaceful filled her heart.
She's been running around, restless and unsure, since childhood before her completing memories were restored. Being traumatized because of the near death experience with that level-E vampire, being in pain because of her unrequited love with her savior, feeling frightened for her adopted-brother, wanting to protect her small and weird family, the everyday stress of being a hated prefect, the overbearing teachers and classmates, hard homework and examinations, encounters with rogue level-Es, then there was the unexpected happening in her life, her broken-heart, Rido, her nightmares, her painful memories, her pureblood lineage, her thorny path, and even now, she knew there's still many struggles awaiting her. There's even that abominable old aristocrat threatening her precious light and the darkness of the impending doom of her uncle but despite all the raging tempests trying to ruin her happiness, there's a place she found comfort and safety. Looking at those serene crystal green eyes, she knew she found everything she'll ever need to survive. Right here, there is happiness she never knew she would ever find.
She never thought such a feeling exists, that such a tender and delicate emotion is possible. She's almost breathless with exhilaration and gratitude that her heart is almost in pain.
She's just so glad that he was the one with her at this very moment. That he turned to her and that he embraced her that night. She's so relieved that she shouted and went after him. Every time she thinks of the possibility that she could never have him, her heart is crushed by violent fright. She tightened her hold on both his hands, "Promise me you'll never let go of my hand for all eternity."
Golden threads softly cupped the handsome face of the Moon dorm's vice-president as he titled his head a little. His emerald green eyes were quietly inquiring, "But what if there's no eternity?" he teased, trying to lighten the mood by being playful.
"If I can have you in this lifetime then that would be enough. It shall be my 'eternity'." she answered seriously, with a sincere light burning in her eyes. The joke completely lost on her.
Takuma was momentarily taken off guard. He shook his head. His tone turning equally earnest at his girlfriend's ardent declaration, "No, it won't be enough. All the time in this world will not suffice." He responded honestly. He stared as the beauty before him warmed his soul. He drank the sight of her long mahogany hair raging with the wind while the sunlight seemingly lit a determined fire in her sienna eyes.
"Then that's all the more reason to hold on tightly to my hand." She smiled up at him, tears burned the back of her throat. She's so happy, so blessed and ecstatic, that her heart was about to burst. It filled and drowned her completely but she still fiercely wanted to keep all of it.
"As you wish." He promised as he squeezed her hands and leaned to kiss her lips.
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Lilac orbs stared unseeingly at the crowd of people he didn't notice was ogling them for his mind got occupied by the memory of the exquisite visage of their gorgeous substitutes. Oh man, those two were Nao-kun and Sui-chan, right? He tried to imagine his brother's expression the moment he learned what their dear adopted-sister had done to his beloved children but found the very idea terrifying. God, Yuki! Really, she seems to be getting braver ever since becoming a pureblood. Well then, he won't worry about her. Surely, she can take care of herself. She's a big girl now. He was only cut from his musings when he felt the movements of his lover besides him.
"Here wear this."
Ichiru watched his lover squat to present him a pair of black-lacquered sandals with red fabric straps. It's about five inches tall but infinitely shorter than those towers Yuki told them to wear. But still, what the hell is with the missing soles at the toe? How can anyone even use those? He'll not be able to stand with that, let alone walk!
"These were only worn by new maikos in winter but we need to prevent your kimonos from touching the ground so wear this." Hanabusa explained informatively as if he needed to know their origin to be able to miraculously use them properly.
Ichiru only sighed before trying them on. He wobbled and immediately clung to the wall beside him to steady himself. What the hell is this? "But it's still hard to walk." He understood the need to protect such expensive looking kimonos from being ruined but why can't it be a zōri or geta? Or freaking straw slippers? Better yet, his own rubber shoes! That would be much easier to walk in. These are still too high for him. He frowned at his lover, now outmatching his height by an inch thanks to the torture devices he's wearing. He wanted to change his clothes first but the damn playful noble adamantly refuses. He even pleaded with him using the most adorable set of cerulean puppy eyes. He was thoroughly defeated that he was only able to say yes. Damn his mushy, recreant heart! He sighed once again. He was about to repetition the change of his clothes, preparing to beg for it, when the noble responded to his earlier statement.
"Ah, there's a reason for that." Hanabusa smiled as he took his lover's pale hand, "It's so you can hold on to me for the rest of the day." And with that he energetically led the way to the school's festivities.
"A-ah! W-wait, Hana." The silverette stammered while being forcefully led into the gaping crowd. When he finally noticed the hundred pairs of eyes staring at them, amethyst orbs instantly flew to their intertwined hands. He was about to let go when the hand clutching his tightened its hold even more, "Ha-Hana."
"Shhh," confident and proud azure scrutiny met the distressed lavender orbs behind him, "It's fine. Let them look."
"B-but," Ichiru started, his heart sped from frantic fear for his lover and the danger of their relationship being exposed as well from elation at the boldness and determination etched in those aquamarine orbs. It's like he didn't care even if their relationship get discovered. It made something in the prefect swell. Maybe, it's his heart.
"Oh look, a target shooting booth," Hanabusa pointed at the said booth under a red tent. He proceeded to lead the hesitant prefect over to, hopefully, win some prize and impress his silverette. He tamped down the sudden jealousy he felt when the male students tending the stall stupidly gaped at the ravishing beauty with him. He knew he mustn't blame them, after all, it's his angelic Ichiru whose innocence and seduction reincarnate in one package. But no reason seems to be enough to stop him from shooting the gaping bastards instead of the targets.
He could still feel the pressure of the multiple pairs of eyes that were following them but he determinedly placed his focus on his golden light which was amusingly sporting a twitching eyebrow as if he's irritated. He deeply hoped he's not regretting his decision of spending time with him. His hand unconsciously gripped the white-gold bracelet around his wrist as he stared at his lover's face.
An unconscious frown appeared on his pale face. It could only be his nerves disturbing him but whispers all around him seem to be magnified tenfold so they became too loud even for him to hear. He flinched at the hushed voices around him.
"That's Idol-senpai, right? Who's that with him?"
"Ah, don't worry, that's a guy. You know, one of the Kiryūs."
"That person in the costume, that's a guy, right?"
"Whew, I was so nervous earlier. I thought Idol-senpai already has girlfriend. It's just one of the prefects. But wow, he's gorgeous. Too bad, he's a guy."
"I know, right?!"
"Why is Idol-sama with Kiryū-kun? I hope that's not Zero."
"I think not. That must be Ichiru-kun. Oh, did you see Zero earlier?"
"Don't you think they're so close? Idol-sama even held his hand. Hmph, it's a good thing he's a guy."
"Don't let your imagination run wild. Anyway, that's just Ichiru-kun so stop being so jealous."
"Aw, Ichiru-kun is so cute! If only he's a girl then he can be with Idol-senpai."
"What are you saying? Don't spout nonsense. You're giving me the scariest ideas. Eww."
"They look weird together."
"Yeah, there's just no way -,"
"Oh poor Ichiru-kun, so Idol-sama defeated him in that game?"
"I'm sure this is just a dare. He must have defeated him. Idol-sama enjoys such distractions, you know."
Amethyst eyes narrowed upon hearing their comments. Of course, they'll never think a guy as their rival. They may come up with all sorts of ideas about why they're together but they won't ever think that they might be dating. Because he's not a girl. He unknowingly gripped his bracelet tighter, bowing his head as if to escape judging eyes, silver eyebrows crumpling bitterly over wounded lilac orbs.
He knew that love between men is a fruitless one that's why after he learned about his lineage, an unacknowledged part of him rejoiced as it demolished one of the high walls preventing him from freely loving the noble. When his love was reciprocated, he felt that he didn't need to feel inferior to those women who also admired Hanabusa. He didn't have a woman's petite and soft body but as long as Hana accepted him, he can accept that part of him. At least, he'll still be able to have a future with him. At least, he'll still be able to face his family in the future. At least, with his blood, he has something that he can provide the vampire. But now, even that was still not possible with his fragile body. Unless he can achieve a strong body, he'll still be as useless as ever. Why must he be so pathetic till the very end? He was only stopped with his internal suffering when his lover called out his name.
He immediately looked up, the hurt hidden behind the mask of innocent cluelessness, "Yes?"
"Look! I won!" Hanabusa excitedly exclaimed. Waving a fluffy white bunny stuffed toy proudly, ignorant of his lover's internal conflict.
Ichiru smiled as genuinely as he can even though he's feeling too heavy inside. Looking at those azure eyes displaying such lively and cheerful light, he can't just weigh his lover down. He doesn't wish for his vampire to worry. He doesn't want those eyes to be filled with anxiety so swallowing his melancholy, he pushed his dismal thoughts away and praised his lover who's been clearly waiting for his approval, "That's great, Hana."
"Well, it was actually too easy." He said in a would-be cool voice while flipping his golden hair with a confident hand, his air easy and nonchalant even though his heart was singing at his lover's acknowledgement.
The silver prefect indulgently accepted the white bunny from his sparkling companion before Hanabusa took his hand in his again as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Ichiru resolutely ignored the loud whispers and focused on not burdening his lover with his somber mood. Hana would surely be worried about him if he gave even a hint of what's afflicting him and he didn't want him to see his pathetic side even more weakened. He fears of what will be reflected in those beautiful cerulean eyes. He doesn't want to see pity and regret in them.
Pale fingers closed around the sure hand grasping his and looked towards the proud golden tresses of his confident lover as if to gather strength through him, wishing more than ever that he's as strong as the man holding onto his hand so fearlessly.
"Where would you like to go next?"
"Anywhere." He breathed an answered. As long as you're with me.
Hanabusa smiled brightly, "Alright, well then, shall we go to the horror booth?"
Ichiru raised an eyebrow, "I don't think they'll be able to scare you that much."
"Yeah, but I hope they'll be able to frighten you silly. Feel free to cling to me as much as you want." The noble replied very seriously, his ulterior motive clear as day.
"As if," the prefect responded dryly. He shook his head, "Pervert." He muttered under his breath knowing that his lover can hear him. Hanabusa only chuckled.
As the couple entered the dark room, bypassing a gawking female who's distractedly holding their class sign while following the new visitors with envious eyes, another pair emerged from the exit. A trembling brunette clung desperately to her blond companion while the other tapped her hands for comfort.
"It's alright, Yuki-chan. We're out now." Takuma assured his scared girlfriend. He smiled at her cute reaction to paranormal creatures. It seems that her fright towards fictional monsters didn't disappear even after obtaining powers strong enough to demolish a whole building or wipe out hordes of more lethal level-Es. It was bad of him but he can't help but be happy at the thought that she didn't change even after becoming a pureblood.
"T-t-t-t-they look a-awfully r-real." Yuki stuttered, traumatized at the genuine-like nightmarish creatures of the booth. She honestly thought that it won't scare her anymore after becoming a vampire. Who would have thought normal high school students can create such a frightening display? She really thought that was a real head so she almost fainted when it fell clean off a body. She also screamed her lungs out when that woman took a hold of her ankle, unrelenting in her cold grip and she could have sworn her soul almost separated from her when a bloody woman struggled to be let out of a pitch black wall to reach her. She should have sensed and smelled the fake blood and inorganic materials they used for their props but the heavy smell of incense and sweat clogged her poor nose. Panic clouded her senses and she could only hear the fast beat of her fearful heart and the loud eerie background noise inside. She would have made a hole on the wall to escape that terrifying place if not for the arms that were protectively around her. Ah, the power of the seats among the Night class even for one night was a force to be reckoned indeed.
"Yes, I was impressed." The blond aristocrat quietly commented. Not only did they look incredibly life-like, they also showered them, or his girlfriend really, with so much hatred. No doubt they saw the way they held each other's hands. Takuma contemplated this as he worried for his lover. They've been holding hands since they descended from the rooftop which didn't go unnoticed by everyone who saw them. He didn't regret showcasing their relationship but he's worried about the Day class students' reaction to Yuki from here on. "Yuki-chan, will you be okay?"
"Hmmm?" the brunette looked up at her boyfriend's serious tone to find concerned emerald regards on her. Her peripheral vision then caught the numerous deadly glares and disbelieving look from the Day class students around them. She didn't notice the pressure of their venomous attention, especially towards their linked arms for she's still clinging tightly to her boyfriend's arm. The old her would have trembled in fear already and would have begun a mad dash that would surely be followed by a rabid mob, but deep chocolate orbs hardened instead and defiantly stared at one narrowed pair of blue eyes on a seething Day class student tending a booth. There's no way she'll let go of this man, she decided. No amount of angry fan girls would make her relinquish her hold, "Yup! Don't worry about me!" She confidently answered her boyfriend, her voice brave and her smile confident while her sienna eyes contained so much courage that wasn't present while they're inside the horror booth.
"That's my girl." Takuma whispered in a seductively low voice that made the prefect blush. He smiled at her endearingly which she returned with a smile, albeit shy, of her own.
A quiet sigh escaped from the little vampire perched on the fountain's angel statue's shoulder, her tiny body hidden by the great stone wings. A short hand clung around the stone maiden's neck to support herself while the other held her faithful camera, the peephole pressed against one lilac eye that was full of jubilance. Such a breathtaking look! She mused while observing the tender way her uncle Taku looked at her aunt Yuki. Like a man to the woman he loves. She still hasn't given up on finding her brothers but this is a most welcomed distraction from her hunt. Ah, how lovely. She's rejoicing capturing many great scenes with her faithful camera but she thoughtlessly missed one thing (one of the many, chided her mind). The horror booth! Goodness, she forgot to implant hidden video cameras there. What an error! And she thought she heard the most adorable scream from her Ichiji just moments ago. How regrettable that she wasn't able to capture their moment there. Dear me, I've missed many priceless materials here and there. He mournfully thought. Oh well, I'll just capture the ball perfectly instead. She optimistically hummed at the thought, elated by the chance to redeem herself.
Some ways down the other row of stalls, quiet blue-gray eyes stared at the visible head of the small brunette holding a familiar device on her hand as she hide behind the stone angel. It's a good thing that all the guests and students' attention are elsewhere, she would have been spotted quite easily if everyone was not otherwise distracted. They must have some use then since their small group of four caught the attention of everyone around. It even silenced one frantic student who came running to her classmates to report the sightings of a certain prefect holding hands with a certain Night class senpai. Well, if they can serve as bait to let his beloved friend and their precious little princess go unnoticed, then he'll willingly sacrifice himself and may even pose for the sly cameras currently taking his pictures even without his consent. He thought heroically.
"Senri."
He turned around to the quiet voice of his faithful partner and girlfriend to find calm crystal blue regards on him. He looked at the pink cotton candy being handed to him then back to the pretty face before him. He did say he wanted to eat some sweets but long, thin strawberry coated biscuit sticks was what he had in mind.
"They don't sell pocky here." Rima answered the indiscernible question in his expressionless eyes, completely understanding him. Copper head slowly bobbed in acceptance before he finally took the candy floss from her. They stood side by side while waiting for their companions who came to challenge the Takoyaki stand out of pure curiosity. They never had the chance to eat something like that before. The wonder must be great to persuade even the proud Ruka-sama to wait for the amateur cooks, currently tripping amongst themselves to perfect her order, and suffer the obviously awed stares directed to her.
The ginger haired vampire stood tall like the model that she is as she shielded herself and her companion from the harsh afternoon rays with the open parasol she always carry with her. She observed that even though almost everyone whispered and excitedly pointed to their direction, no one dared come to them. Just as well. She doesn't mind being ogled by her fans but she infinitely wanted a quiet time with Senri and their friends.
She watched with imperceptible amusement when one brave, or foolish, soul attempted to strike a conversation with the exquisite toffee haired Night class student. He wasn't able to say anything, however, when Ruka gave him a look that made him shrunk several sizes smaller. The fire haired Kain was only able look at the poor guy with quiet pity. The unfortunate Day class student went away with a bowed head and gloomy air. It curbed anymore attempts to get close to the gorgeous group. Hmmm, her worry about being badgered was apparently uncalled for.
Up high, a jolly brunette let out an impressed whistle at his fierce aunt's powerful glare. Well, he didn't think that anyone could resist feeling like a cockroach when bestowed with that kind of look. Ah, poor, poor guy, whoever he is. He shook his head, further messing his dark brown hair that was already ruffled by the fierce wind raging at the rooftop. They took refuge there when they felt the aura of their older sister nearby. Whew, that was close. "Poor guy. I do hope he wasn't traumatized." He heard his twin quietly voice his concern.
"Yeah. Same goes for Ichiji." He nodded but instead of concern, an inappropriate mirth laced his boyish voice. He could feel Haku giving him a disapproving look. Oh hell, how can he not laugh when he heard their uncle's scream full of terror coming from what appeared to be the horror booth. Oh Ichiji, still as gullible as ever.
"I do hope you would still be able to keep your mirth once nee-chan finds us." Haku sternly reminded which made his twin stiffen. He's feeling a sense of foreboding at the way their older sister darted her head sharply as if in furious search. He's almost sure that she's wearing her ultimate enraged expression, one that promised a world full of pain and torture. Oh dear God, what is it this time?
Quiet auburn orbs met worried auburn orbs. Judging by Akira's petrified gaze, no doubt he also noticed the frenzied way their sister searched for them before her attention was stolen by the happy couple now trying the Kingyo Sukui booth (judging by their aunt's frustrated expression, Takuji's laughter, and the number of torn scoops beside them, they're not winning). There's nothing they can do about it now. They could only steel themselves before the storm hits them with full force. Hopefully, they'll be able to keep all their limbs and bones intact. Good thing luck is still with them. Surely, with their sister's current state, she wouldn't be able to do them much harm. Unless, of course, she remembers it by the time she recovered her full powers. Ah, he really should keep Akira in line to avoid that. "It's alright, Akira. We've survived even after being thrown in the Savannah naked for a whole day before, we'll survive it again." He wanted to laugh at the grimace his mirror image produced at the reminder. Indeed, that wasn't their proudest moment. Who would have thought that they're allergic to some plants, even though they're hybrids? Granted, it was poisonous. It certainly wasn't the most comfortable choice of garment to cover their privates. They regretted angering their sister almost immediately. They didn't touch her bloomers and petticoats since then.
"I'll never let go of my earrings." Akira vowed while holding his ear where their sister's blood stone, the one containing clothes for all season and occasion, shone.
"Well, let's hope that she won't remember to confiscate them before throwing us into the void." The young heir lightly said though he's concerned at the level of irritation he can see on his sister's pretty face. Hmmm, what could have happened?
In the more peaceful part of the academy, the headmaster questioned his companion, "Ara, Kaito-kun, what are you smiling at?"
Kaien stopped upon entering his office with a tray full of tea and snacks from his beloved children's class. He immediately noticed the small quiet smile of the tall hunter since it was rare to see such an expression from his handsome face. He would be seen wearing an irritating smirk or a mocking grin but it's the first time that that kind of smile actually graced his lips. As if he can't help it. He wondered what he might be thinking about or looking at outside the window.
"I wasn't smiling, chairman." The ash-brown hunter denied, tearing his eyes from the wavy dark brown hair of the royal pipsqueak princess who's currently perched on the stone angel's back. He was just amused since he can see the familiar video camera back on her hand. Really, what a funny brat.
The blond headmaster was torn between pressing the matter and calling on his filthy lie, and actually letting go for he can see the headstrong hunter's expression switch back to the annoying Kaito he knew. No doubt, he won't get an answer so with an internal sigh, he just proceeded with the unofficial meeting to discuss the most recent happenings. The mood in the room turned heavy and grave in contrast to the cheery and lively atmosphere outside. The ex-hunter was glad that they were able to celebrate the cultural festival without any imminent danger. At least, all his beloved children and students got to spend their time without any worry and trouble. Ignorant to the impending doom threatening their current peace, "Have you informed Zero-kun and Ichiru-kun?"
"Nah," Kaito answered, looking out the window again. His thoughtful brown eyes trained on the innocent brat by the fountain, unconsciously wishing that the terrible darkness hovering over them wouldn't reach her pure light. Looking at her, he was reminded of her silver parent and he had to smirk at the recollection of the look of his kohais earlier. He went there to give them the good and the bad news that they received but seeing them like that, he was reminded that they're also too young to be thrust into the chaotic world. Them being from the Kiryū line made him forget that they're still just sixteen years old. Teenagers their age worry about their crushes, examinations, school activities and what outfit to wear on their next date. Not how to kill a damned psychotic pureblood out to take their blood. He knew he can't take them away from the darkness of their world - hell, Zero might even kill him for it - for no matter how young they are, the fact is that they're hunters. He just thought he might delay giving them the unpleasant reminder at least until the cultural festival and examinations are over. At least, they can let them be normal high school students even for a little while more. Che, he must have finally been infected by the chairman's disease. Obviously, he's turning into mush. He looked resentfully at the blond headmaster staring at him. He's definitely the reason why he softened when he would have normally shouted the news to the two silverettes. He clicked his tongue, "Nothing will really change telling them now. Just inform them after the term exams."
Kaien blinked at the apprentice instructor, unable to believe that he's hearing such words from him with concern barely hidden in his tone. When he received a call from the black haired hunter whom they've been trying to contact since days ago, Kaito immediately flew from the room to tell his silver children the news that Toga reported to them even before he could ask him to stop as he didn't want to ruin this day for them, so hearing that he didn't actually spill the beans just surprised him. He can't help but smile. The crass hunter apparently learned what concern and kindness is, "Thank you, Kaito-kun."
"Don't smile at me like that, chairman. It's creeping me out."
He must have spoken too hastily, the headmaster thought with an inward sigh.
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"Are you alright, Ichiru?"
The silverette heard his lover's concerned voice but he can't even find the strength to look at him while he buried his scarlet face on his hands, mortification filling him from his pale toes to the last strand of his silver hair. He can't help the humiliation flooding him in waves whenever he remembers the embarrassing way he got frozen and yelled at that accursed horror booth.
Shit.
Damn it!
He already looked like a woman today, why must he act like one too? Fucking horror booth! It was his mistake, of course, thinking that there's no way he'll be scared of the scary props that the students of their school created. He was prepared to laugh at the no doubt poor designs and special effects of that booth, but he was greatly mistaken. Hugely mistaken. Like the colossal moron that he is, he cleanly forgot the prize for this year's number one booth and what the Day class students are willing to do just to be able to have one night with the Night class students. They'll do anything, even put up a horrifying display that would put Sadako to shame. He honestly didn't think that a girl would be able to put a convincing act as she erratically struggled to get out of that black wall, that didn't seem to have any opening, just to reach him. Imagine his horror when a bloody face depicting pure agony appeared in the middle of a deep black wall. He was numbed with fear when the woman proceeded to crawl out of the wall to reach for his feet. He would have thrown the fluffy bunny stuffed toy at her had he not stored it in his stone's dimension the first chance he got. His only consolation was that he didn't faint right then and there, though he did let out a rather desperate scream and clung to his golden haired vampire like a damsel in distress.
Argh! Oh, kill him now.
Like right now.
Seriously, right now.
"Hey," Hanabusa whispered, coaxing his lover from his hiding place behind his hands, "It's okay. That was honestly unexpected. Even I was impressed." He crouched down in front of the silverette to rub his arms for comfort as Ichiru hunched on a school bench in self-degradation. He could see a telltale of a blush on his reddish ears and neck. He pursed his lips to stop a smile for he has no doubt that Ichiru is very close to taking out his katana and committing hara-kiri. Oh, dang it, Ichiru is just too adorable. He bit his lower lips to stop the persistent smile from showing and after a deep breath, he offered the canned tea he bought, "Here, drink this. It would make you feel better."
After a few more coaxing and a lot of assurances, Ichiru managed to take the offered beverage. His large, moist lilac eyes evaded the searching aquamarine orbs of the elegant vampire squatting in front of him. That was just too humiliating. He didn't think he'll be able to face him or the students of that class ever again. Shiiiiiit.
The noble looked up at the pale prefect's gorgeous face, staring hard as if willing his lover to return his gaze with the sheer power of his mind, while his elbows softly rested on his lover's lap, his hands cradling his handsome face. He mutely and patiently waited for his lover to regain his bearings and glance back at him. While waiting, aquamarine orbs contentedly trailed the delicate lines of his lover's profile, took in the almost fragile complexion marred by the splendid flush painting his skin, tender soft pink lips tightly closed in petulance, refined nose, and gorgeous amethyst orbs that goes perfectly with his starlight hair. His features would give anyone the impression that he's dainty and weak but he knew the overwhelming strength that lies beneath the frail-looking exterior. He smiled.
Despite the despondent atmosphere, he was still happy that he was able to spend the day with Ichiru. He was glad to be able to imprint the memory of how he looked today, that he was able to hold his hands through the gaping crowd, that he was the one he clung to when he was frightened, that he was able to see him serious and determined, even sad and disappointed, but most importantly, that he was able to see and make him smile. He knew that his silverette was still withholding something from him. He wanted to wait until he's ready, but he can't bear the thought that Ichiru has been beating himself over something that he would never blame him for. He was about to finally open up the conversation when he noticed the faraway look his lover was sporting, "What are you looking at?"
Ichiru flinched. He forgot about his immersion in self-condescension when a most beautiful sight caught his eyes; a blond child being held by a beautiful woman. Said child was looking at him with startling electric blue eyes, wide with curiosity and wonder. He was hypnotized. When a fairly handsome man with golden hair holding the hand of a cute little girl came to join the young woman, his mind automatically wandered to an alternative future where his beloved could have such an angel. Where such a happy and contented smile would grace his features as he gaze on his own golden haired child. Where he could actually create a family he can show the world.
A future he cannot provide.
Pain sliced him so viciously that he almost forgot how to breathe. He could barely hide the sorrow behind a careful mask of innocent inquiry when Hanabusa spoke to him. "Hmmm?" He was afraid that he would follow his gaze so he hurriedly directed him elsewhere to mislead him, "I thought that might be fun!" he pointed to a rather crowded booth situated at the auditorium.
The vampire followed where the pale finger pointed. He raised an eyebrow, "The drama and photography club's photo booth?" Well, he wanted to try it but considering that Ichiru would surely want to forget all about cross-dressing, he forced himself to be contented and to merely memorize how bewitching his lover looked. He didn't think he'll have the chance to get a commemorative photo. He smirked evilly, a wonderful idea coming into mind.
"Eh?" Was that the photo booth? Where the hell is the sign? He barely stopped his grimace when a student moved to finally reveal the damnable sign that indeed read; Welcome to the drama and photography club's photo booth and costume rental. Live a fantasy. Costume rentals. Commemorative photos. Purikura. Professional photographer. Then a list of the prices followed. Oh hell.
"Alright, let's go!" Hanabusa immediately jumped to his feet and dragged the exasperated prefect, quite forgetting his initial plan at the thought of far cheerer ideas.
One damn thing after another. What a failure you are, stupid Ichiru. The silverette chided himself. He's a moron. He knew it but he can't help but repeat it. Why can't he learn from all his mistakes so he won't repeat it time and again. Argh!
"Uhm, the line is quite long so maybe we should go next time?" the prefect voiced hopefully, all the while trying to hide behind his lover's broad back as to not divert anyone's attention.
"Don't worry about that," Hanabusa waived the thought away and simply made a beeline towards the crowded booth. It quite escaped him the desperate look his lover was giving him as he confidently strode towards the head of the long line of waiting customers. He caught the regards of a second year student manning the small table which would be the reception area. Without even wasting a second, the vampire granted her a smile so dreamy that it made the poor girl unconsciously stand and openly gape. The waiting people promptly burst in excited exclamation when their idol graced them with his presence.
"Kyaa~! Idol senpai!"
"Idol-samaaaaa!"
"Aidou-senpaiiii!"
"Look at me, senpaiiiii!"
"Idol! I love youuuu!"
Ichiru wondered if he must go all 'prefect' on them since they were really closed to breaking the neat line of barrier ropes to jump at the sparkling noble. Said noble granted them a charming smile as if he's not in danger of being mugged or wrestled to the ground and raped. It fueled the ladies excitement, and half deafened the other waiting visitors, but mercifully, still stayed in line. Die, you idiot. He was still resentfully looking at the back of the radiant charmer, when the vampire returned his azure regard to the slack-jawed receptionist.
"You seem to be quite busy." His statement was met with eager and enthusiastic nods, unable to even utter one word to her beloved Idol-sama, "Ah, I guess I have to wait as well?" he was answered by frantic shaking of her head before she gestured one stiff hand towards the entrance, a clear sign that he can already proceed inside, "Really?" he asked for assurance as if the hellion didn't aim for it in the first place, "Thanks!" he smiled so brilliantly at the poor female when she again nodded in affirmation. Hanabusa gave his fans, who were still hurling hysterical declaration of their true love towards their dreamy senpai, a wave before proceeding inside the auditorium.
Ichiru ignored the childish jealousy he felt and would have smiled at the kind, albeit gullible, receptionist but found her distracted. He followed her gaze and his heart sped when he noticed that she's been looking at his and Hanabusa's intertwined hands. He couldn't stop the reflexive blush that painted his pale cheeks scarlet. He consciously glanced back towards the rowdy crowd waiting in line and almost panicked when he saw questioning and suspicious frowns from those who also noticed. He averted his gaze even before they looked at him and hurried his steps. Shit.
"Should we get a professional photographer?" Hanabusa asked while looking around the spacious booth. Ignoring the gaping students and visitors currently inside as he made way towards the table acting as the ticket counter and cashier. "Ichiru?" he turned to his lover when he heard no answer and barely caught the silverette's agitated look before it changed to a quietly startled expression. He frowned and noticed how they're the center of attention.
"What?"
"Are you okay? Could it be… that you still want to change?" Hanabusa probed.
"A-ah, y-yeah, uhm," Ichiru sputtered, not really knowing what to say. He did want to change but that wasn't his main concern at the present. He didn't know how he'll be able to hide their intertwined hands or unobtrusively let go Hana's hand without making him aware of it.
"Hmm, okay." The blond conceded. Looking at how anxious his angel is, the noble came to the conclusion that Ichiru must be feeling embarrassed at the thought of someone else taking his picture while in his courtesan costume. He knew that the silverette was already itching to get out of those robes but he really just can't let go of the chance to prolong the moment. He sighed. He didn't' want to admit defeat but he also didn't want his Ichiru to show such an expression. "Let's just take a commemorative photo then I'll let you change." He didn't wait for an answer before continuing on to the cashier. He instantly recovered his smile when something caught his attention.
Hanabusa talked to the fawning students while Ichiru tried to make himself and their hands less noticeable. Hanabusa kept on holding on to his hand no matter what they did, even while walking or buying the tickets. Somehow, Ichiru felt really sad and happy at the same time. He's so lucky to have someone willing to hold his hand against all odds, but he honestly didn't know if he still has any right to hold this hand that firmly and courageously held his.
"Here, I got the tickets and your next attire." Hanabusa cheerfully announced but stopped when he saw Ichiru's expression, "Ichiru, are you okay?"
"Huh?" the silverette didn't notice that his wretched thoughts already produced a heartbroken expression. He tried to hide it, "Yup, I'm… I'm fine. J-just hungry."
The vampire stared at the young prefect, unconvinced for it was the same expression as earlier - Pained and fragile. It finally dawned upon him what the silverette might be thinking. Really, he just can't leave him alone, "Listen, Ichiru -," his words where only stopped by an underclassman handing him a black garment bag.
"I-Idol-senpai! H-here's your… uhm… costume." Stuttered one blushing Day class student.
"Oh, thanks."
"P-please follow me to the studio."
The noble internally sighed as his second attempt to open up the delicate conversation was once again interrupted. He tightened his grip on his lover's pale hands, "I'll tell you later." He whispered to Ichiru before following the nervous Day class student.
Ichiru frowned, but didn't ask any question while he was dragged by the noble to a room with several partitions. Each partition was covered by a thick white curtain which served as one of the studios. They were led into one where one male student, which Ichiru recognized as a member of the photography club, waited with his equipment. The prefect was surprised that the small chamber contained its own backdrop stand with a green background sheet and a huge light modifier. Where the hell did they procure these? They're willing to invest that much?
Those banquet seats are simply amazing.
Golden eyebrows twitched when he caught the awestruck gaze of the male student directed to his wondering lover. He had to clear his throat just to get him out of his trance.
"Oh, ah, s-senpai. W-what p-pose would you like?" the blushing male stammered, willing his heart to slow down, forcibly tearing his gaze away from the stunning sight of the silverette to look at the order sheet his female club member provided.
Hanabusa swallowed his jealousy and irritation. He wanted to scoop those impertinent eyes still stealing glances at his angel out of their sockets. Calm down, Aido Hanabusa. He chanted to himself. It was his fault anyway, since he didn't want Ichiru to change out of those kimonos. Not to mention that his lovely angel is a real natural temptress. So instead of punching the male student, he just led Ichiru to the seat in front of the background and stood a little behind him, arranging a rather normal pose.
Ichiru was quite stunned that the noble picked a modest arrangement. He was expecting to be subjected to a rather embarrassing pose and was internally worried for there are other students with them, so he was relieved when it was over after a few more shots.
After picking the shot that he wanted to be printed and the background to be used, Hanabusa immediately towed his lover along to follow the waiting, and spellbound, female attendant to the other photo booth.
The silverette was already breathing an internal sigh of relief, thinking that this challenge was all over, when he saw a row of purikura booths. He was once again so astonished by the power of those prized seats that he was still gaping even while being led to one of the empty booths. Just what the hell?
"It's okay, we'll manage from here." Hanabusa turned to the lady that was about to come in with them.
"Eh? B-but-,"
"It's alright. I know you're busy. We'll see ourselves out afterwards. Thank you very much for your assistance." He assured with an enchanting smile that immediately mesmerized the female student into agreeing before he drew the curtains close.
"This is beyond ridiculous," Ichiru muttered while taking off the high lacquered torture devices, sandals to let his feet rest. He can now better respect those girls who wear high heels and though he's sure he'll never date a woman again, at least he can be kinder to Yuki whenever she's slowing them down because of aching feet caused by high heels. "I wonder how much they paid for this machine."
"Quite a lot, I imagine." Hanabusa responded half-heartedly while scrutinizing the monitor and reading the step by step procedure on how to use the machine. He never had the chance to use such a device but he's always been curious about it.
The silver prefect merely sighed before directing his lover, "You first need to pay here then select the backgrounds and other layouts here."
"I see. How did you know how to use this?"
Ichiru flinched unnoticeably, "Yuki." He explained shortly. He can't very well say that he used to do this with his dates in the past. Good thing his lover was so immersed in tapping the screen to note his unnatural tone. He was still trying to fix his expression into a guiltless one while wiping his mental sweat when Hanabusa suddenly grabbed him close and only then did he hear the machine's countdown. He was sure that he's wearing a startled expression by the time the first flash came. He struggled with the arms wrapped around his waist and was in mid-speech when the second flash came. "Hana, let go."
"No," Hanabusa answered and smiled at the lens with his chin on Ichiru's shoulder, just in time for the third flash. His smile grew wider when he saw his blushing lover look away just before the fourth flash came.
The prefect already abandoned the idea of escape and was resolved not to look at the camera when he heard his lover call his name. He turned as a reflexive response only to have his vision obscured by his lover's face and felt soft lips met his. He's sure that he's deep scarlet by the time the final flash happened. He can't believe this vampire.
"Alright, let's see how we did." Hanabusa energetically inspected the images on the screen and had to laugh at some of them. He's smiling in most of the photos but his lover proved quite stubborn for he had varying expressions from surprise, mid-rant to petulance, but his favorite one had to be the stunned expression Ichiru made when he unexpectedly kissed him. Needless to say, it was one of the images he picked to be printed and had the rest sent to his phone.
He was still admiring the finish product after it printed. It turned out quite lovely even though it looked like he's harassing the silverette which was… well, not far from the truth. His eyes hurt a bit but it was worth enduring the harsh flashes of the camera. He also didn't bother with any decorations since Ichiru's colorful expressions were all he wanted to see. "So, shall we have another one?" he suggested to the silverette slumped on the photo booth's floor.
"What?!"
"And try to smile this time." Hanabusa advised while gathering his lover to stand up, disregarding the protest in his lover's voice. A big grin plastered on his face, his mien even brighter than ever.
Ichiru sighed. "Make it the last one." he mumbled, defeated by Hanabusa's cheerful smile and apparent enjoyment. God, he's such a pushover. Not that he didn't know it already. Obviously, his lover was well aware of it as well as he was able to force Ichiru to have several go at the little machine that the silverette was fairly exhausted by the time the vampire was satisfied. Damn those blue puppy eyes.
Hanabusa was wearing a highly pleased smile, very much like a cat's, while scrutinizing the several photo sheets he's holding. He decided he liked the machine even though he didn't use any of the decorations and he generally disliked having his photo taken because of what the flash does to his vampire eyes. "Are you alright?" he crouched to rub the silverette's back as Ichiru slumped on all fours.
"What do you think?" the silverette gave him a look. He's tired since he didn't get much sleep, forced to play a game of shōgi, dragged around the festival, scared out of his wits and was forced to take several shots with this walking vanity. Not to mention the kimonos and wig are weighing him down together with stress and depression. And for all his pains, Hanabusa only gave him a chuckle. He glared. What a total jerk.
"Now, now, don't look at me like that. Here, as promised." The noble appeased his sullen lover by handling him the black garment bag that he was given earlier, black school shoes and his lover's bell hair tie which he took from the dimensional ring Anne-sama gave him. "Change to this. You'll be more comfortable."
Ichiru immediately forgot his fatigue and vendetta upon seeing the offerings. Finally! Real, acceptable clothes! He didn't waste a moment in snatching the bag and shoes and running out of the booth to go to one of the fitting rooms, not even to slip the lacquered sandals on, ignoring all the students and visitors staring at him when he passed by them. He only stopped when he finally unzipped the black bag and saw what clothes were waiting for him.
Hanabusa waited for his lover to finish changing by claiming the developed photo from earlier. He was amazed at how well produced the photograph was considering that it was taken by a student. That or they're really just too good-looking. He smiled as he inspected the image. The background was an old mansion's lounge which made the photo looked like an aristocrat and his mistress' photo from the Edo era. Ichiru will surely kill him, but this is really worth it.
Now, he finally has some photos of Ichiru smiling, albeit shy and small, at the camera and he didn't have to content himself with the stolen shots he slyly took. With this, his cousin wouldn't look at him as if he's some perverted stalker. Really, he's not, just an ardent admirer. He nodded to himself.
While he waited for the silverette, he wondered if Ichiru will let him have another go at the photo machine since he also wanted the take commemorative photos of Ichiru wearing that. He's sure that he'll look breathtaking.
"Hana."
The shameless vampire's attention was snatched by his lover's voice and he was stunned speechless at the perfect sight that greeted his cerulean orbs. He was right. This is even better than the courtesan's regalia as Ichiru now wore the immaculate garments that he's also wearing. The Night class' uniform. He can't help the admiring sigh that escaped him. Ichiru looked so ethereal in that white uniform. Like a true angel.
"Why did you have to rent this? Is this okay?"
"Of course, it was for those who wished to experience being a Cross Academy student. They had the Day class' uniform too but… I wanted to see how you'd look in this." The vampire explained, a bit distracted, aquamarine eyes drinking the exquisite vision in front of him, "It suits you."
"Thanks." Ichiru mumbled in a quiet voice, a dark conflicting feeling warring inside him. What does this mean? Was it a hint that Hana wanted him to be turned? He didn't know what to feel regarding the idea.
What will he say if Hana asked him if he wanted to be a vampire?
"Ichiru?" the noble worriedly called out after he spotted the somber expression in those beautiful lilac orbs, "What's wrong?"
"Hana, I-,"
A loud cry interrupted the silver prefect and both students looked down to find a crying child clutching one of the noble's legs. The little blond looked up to reveal a cherubic face smeared by overflowing tears coming from frightened blue eyes. The silverette started when he remembered the blond child. It was the same kid he saw before going to the photo booth. Before he can even react, his lover already moved to pick up the child.
"Hey, are you lost?" Hanabusa cooed while rocking the child softly in an attempt to stop the bawling cherub from crying, "There, there, stop crying. Aren't you a man?" he coaxed while wiping the innocent tears away. When the cries were reduced to mere sniffs, Hanabusa smiled, "Good boy."
Ichiru wasn't able to make a move as he watched his lover with the golden haired child. He wasn't even able to help his lover while Hanabusa called out for any parent who was missing a child or to say anything when the beautiful woman frantically came near them to take her kid and give the vampire profuse words of apologies and gratitude. No, he stood motionless while pain sliced his heart and realization hit him like a runaway truck. The image of Hanabusa with a child in his arms was even more beautiful than his imagination. It struck him so hard to know what he'll be depriving his lover. He was breathless with pain and self-disappointment that he didn't know a tear has already betrayed his feelings and escaped from him.
"Ichiru!" Hanabusa exclaimed in surprise upon finding his lover crying. "What's wrong?"
The silverette quietly drew a hand on his cheek when he felt something cold on his skin. When he realized that a humiliating tear already showed itself, he crossed his arms in front of his face to shield his pathetic expression. What the hell is he doing?
"Ichiru, hey, look at m-,"
The young Kiryū didn't let his lover finish and bolted out of the auditorium. He ran like mad, unaware of the numerous eyes on him as he sought out an escape to his misery. Why is he like this? Why is he so weak? So fragile and pathetic?
How can he ever deserve Hanabusa?
"Ichiru!" The noble ran after his lover and felt frantic when he glimpsed his lover's heartbroken expression even though a pale hand covered half of his face. He reached out and caught his arm but even after stopping the marathon, his lover didn't turn to him. The silver prefect remained motionless as he slumped dejectedly even while standing.
"Ichi-,"
"Hana,"
When the noble heard his lover's next words, he thought the world stopped for a moment while the heaven came crumbling down on him. The world became soundless. Not even the chattering crowd around them or the gawking students watching the commotion they created were able to penetrate his shock. He felt numb and cold. Even with his genius mind, he had a hard time comprehending what his lover just said. Not even in his most horrid nightmares did he imagine that his Ichiru will ever say such words.
"Please, break up with me."
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