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Chapter 23
Sweet Ploys and Gentle Denials
Zero felt like he had just closed his eyes and barely rested at all, but there are already showers of kisses raining down his nape to his shoulders and a silky voice calling his name that adamantly wishes to deprive him of his sleep. He groaned as a protest and to provide a quiet request for a few more minutes of peace.
Kaname chuckled, watching Zero bury his face further on his pillow, "Zero, we'll be late. Wake up now." He urged before planting another kiss on his lover's jaw.
"Fuck, Kaname. I want to sleep!" the hunter rasped and tightly closed his eyes, fiercely willing his unconsciousness back.
"Well, I wouldn't mind not attending the banquet altogether but are you sure you wanted everyone who saw us leave together wonder where we went?…Or what we did?" Kaname honestly wouldn't mind. Let those hopeful fools know to whom this beautiful prefect belongs to. It might not be a direct admission but it will still sow seeds of wonder in their minds for sure, especially in those highly imaginative women. Ah, but alas, he can't let it be for then his hunter will probably pack his bags after shooting him for not preventing it.
Wine orbs watched his lover's shoulder tensed, clearly understanding what their absence in the ball may cause. Not to mention, he'll be hearing the chairman wail about it for weeks. He sighed, still too tired, before sitting straight. The comfortable blanket cascaded down his lean, pale upper body where the grayish mark of their bond proudly rest. He scowled at the slightly smiling brunette. "Asshole." He mumbled to which Kaname merely chuckled.
He swung his feet off the bed, only then noticing that he's completely naked. He blushed but said nothing and reached down to the articles of clothing that littered the floor. He stopped when he realized that he's reaching out for one of the kimonos that he previously wore and promptly redirected his hand to Kaname's white blazer just beside it. Damn if he'll ever wear those again. No force on Heaven or Earth will make him repeat such a humiliation.
Auburn eyes watched as his lover draped his white school blazer over his pale shoulders before standing up and trudging towards the bathroom. The Night class uniform does suit Zero beautifully. He already tried convincing his silverette to transfer to the Night class but Zero adamantly refuses. He knew that it's still too early for him to fully accept being part of the vampire world but Kaname knew that other than that, he didn't want to leave his brother alone. If he were to transfer classes now, he'll have to resign from prefect duties. Yuki will also need to follow since she's already a vampire and that will leave Ichiru-kun alone. He sighed. Kaname understood his lover and wished to respect his decision but he so wanted to keep him close at all times.
The pureblood looked out the window before sighing once more. He didn't want to press the subject for it will only lead to a disagreement and he didn't want to cause his lover any more distress what with his present condition. Perhaps, he could endure it a bit more but he won't give up. He'll even talk to Ichiru if he needed to but that's once everything simmered down.
"Ichiru-kun, huh," Kaname whispered distractedly as he thought of his hunter's twin. He's a bit worried, knowing that there are some conflicts that the younger silverette is experiencing. Speaking of which, there was quite a violent commotion moments ago which woke him up. He wondered if there was an attack but since he felt no hostile presence and because of the knowledge of the newly erected barrier, he didn't think much of it.
He closed his eyes and let his senses comb the whole of the academy until he found what he's searching for. He listened to the Day class students' lively chatter, their topic drawing a small, quiet smile on his lips.
"Hmmm."
It seems something interesting did happen.
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He didn't know how he was able to do it but when he finally came to, he's already inside his room at the chairman's residence with the quiet sunset outside his window. The announcement of the Cross Academy's cultural festival's end was broadcasted loudly to guide all the visitors out and thank them for coming as well as to remind the students to clean up and ready themselves for the evening banquet but instead of joining his class to help them clean up or head for the shower to prepare for the evening ball, Ichiru stayed motionless in the middle of the room, still contemplating what happened earlier.
His mind was still racing to verify if everything really did happen as he remembered. Oh god, did he…? Fuck, it's the end… He can't… anymore… He might as well pack his bags already before they came for him…
He was seriously about to step towards his drawers to start packing when a strong force hit him on his back and sent him stumbling on his bed. He frantically looked behind him to see who attacked him and honestly thought that they have finally caught up with him only to see the determined look of his adopted-sister.
"Y-Yuki!" he breathed in surprise, relief flooding him in waves. His heart almost jumped out of his mouth at the thought that the violent mob has already come to strike him. "Don't scare me like that!"
"Why? You thought I was one of them? Scared you there, didn't I?" the pureblood princess smirked while straightening herself from her head-butting stance. It wasn't her fault. She's been calling after the silverette but Ichiru seemed so distracted that only a physical attack will shake him. "Don't worry, this place is secured. You're safe here. Well then, care to tell me what that was all about?"
What that was all about, huh? Well, that's an interesting question indeed. How was he supposed to answer that when he didn't even know himself? What the hell just happened there? He can only remember the unbearable pain that consumed him, that moment of weakness and defeat which made him say words that he didn't even mean. He was already regretting it as he uttered the words which made him want to throw up. He wanted to say that he didn't want that but the heavy weight of his heart seemed to have clouded whatever feelings and intelligence he had left. He only knew that he must save Hanabusa from being with such a failure. From being with him. Because he's a weak creature who can't even bear the thought of disappointing his brother who protected him all those years, a coward who can't voice his desire to do anything for the sake of his beloved even if it means throwing away his pride, lineage and family, a selfish being who only wished for his own happiness and greedy person who desire to own everything that is Hanabusa.
Hana once called him an angel… but that's because he didn't know just how greedy he is. How selfish and spoiled, cowardly and pathetic, how weak and ugly he truly is. He doesn't deserve it one bit; Zero's protection, Yuki's kindness, the chairman's affection and Hana's love. He only takes advantage of everyone around him. He cannot even find the strength to hold on to that hand which was extended to him. If he can't even pick between his brother's wish and Hanabusa, how can he say he truly deserves him?
Even letting go. He had to ask Hanabusa to do it even when he knew how hurt his lover would be and the pain and regret he himself would feel. Just how indecisive and weak could he be?
When he didn't hear a response from Hanabusa, he honestly thought that the vampire already got fed up with him so he was startled when the hand holding on to his wrist tightened its grip. The noble pulled to make him forcefully face him. He was preparing to face a livid vampire so he was caught off guard when he saw golden eyebrows crumpling over pain-filled cerulean orbs instead. The agony he saw crushed him further. He sank deeper into confusion and didn't know what was best for the both of them anymore. He only wanted for Hanabusa to be happy… To get what he deserves…
Hana deserves someone truly beautiful, someone kind and selfless, someone who'll undoubtedly pick him, someone who'll decisively face any evil and hate. Someone quite unlike him.
"Why?" the noble whispered in the most heartbreaking voice he has ever heard, "Why would you ask me to do that?"
"H-Hana, I-,"
Hanabusa drew him close and embraced him, his golden head on his shoulder, "I told you, didn't I? I said that I can't breathe without you…so how can you ask me to break up with you?"
"I…I…" Ichiru wasn't able to find the words to express himself. He didn't know what to do or say anymore and he hated himself at his indecision in doing even the right thing.
"I love you."
The silverette stilled upon hearing his lover's sincere words. He knew it, of course, but this fact just continuously shakes his already wavering resolve. He wants to hold on to it. To those sweet words that always give the silent promise of accepting everything that he is, even his weakness and frailty, but he can't allow it. Considering Hana's future, he's doing the right thing. The pale arms that were about to wrap itself around the vampire froze as Ichiru resolutely came to his painful conclusion.
He's doing the right thing.
"H-Hana, it can't be me. S-someday, you'll realize that it…that we…we weren't meant to be… I…I want you to be ha-happy, Hana." He finished. He wanted to say more but the words felt like hard gravel in his mouth. He felt like throwing up while his heart hollowed. He can't feel anything anymore. He felt so numb that he belatedly registered that the hard arms around him has already imprisoned him in such a tight embrace that's already painful.
"Ha-Hana, it-,"
"Don't lie!" the noble's restrained shout halted the silver prefect's words, "If you're really thinking about me, if you really wish me to be happy, then you wouldn't ask this of me!"
Ichiru wasn't able to say anything. His words stabbed like spears in his heart. It's true, he was being selfish. He knew that but he didn't want to be Hana's burden any more. He really wanted Hana to be happy. He wanted him to be with someone better than him. He wanted him to have a future.
"I don't care," Hanabusa's words cut off the silverette's train of thought. He continued on and hugged him even tighter than before, unaware of the bruises he's creating on the pale body he's holding, "You should know that I don't care that you're physically fragile or sickly, I'll take care of you my whole life. Even if you stay as a mortal, I'll be there by your side until the end. Even if you can't bear me a child, I'll be satisfied with having just you in my life."
The silverette went very rigid at his words. How? He wanted to ask but he must have swallowed his tongue in shock for he can't seem to form the questions he wanted to say. He can only feel that his lone tear was silently followed by another one… and another… and another... He knew he didn't deserve those words, yet he still felt happy hearing them. It's like he's being saved. Ne Hana, why is it that you know exactly what I want to hear?
He knew he wasn't able to voice out a word in his question so he was surprised when he received an answer, "I told I've been watching you. My eyes have always followed you. My heart has always been with you. That's why, don't hold back. Don't hide from me. Don't carry your troubles alone. I'm here. I've always been here." Hanabusa whispered. He let go of him but only to cup his tearstained face with both his hands. There was a pained and earnest light in his sapphire eyes. They looked like deep oceans what with the emotions swimming in their depths that Ichiru can't help but drown. "I'm happy just being with you like this, aren't you the same?"
"I am," he finally answered. His hands on his lover's as he tried to feel their warmth, "but is it alright? Being with me? Is it fine to pick me? I can't give you what you need… Hana, I-,"
"Shhh," the noble cut him off, wiping his lover's tears away with his thumbs, "You're everything I need, Ichiru, so just stay with me."
Ichiru's tears fell even harder without his permission. It's really pathetic to cry like this but his tear glands seemed to have a mind of their own cause the affronting waterworks kept on spilling from his eyes. Despite being the one with tears smearing his face, Ichiru still can't help but say, "You're so sappy, Hana."
"Only when I'm around you." Hanabusa chuckled at his lover's response, even though he was still sporting a pained expression. It was the perfect opportunity so tilted the handsome face he's holding and swept in to claim a kiss. He was so close to his goal, Ichiru even closed his eyes, but was interrupted by the sudden deafening roar of the forgotten people around them.
"Kyaaaaaaaaa!"
"Noooooooooo!"
Both males immediately moved from each other and quickly looked around them. Ichiru paled when he saw the numerous students and visitors watching them with varying expressions of awe, surprise, disbelief and excitement. His eyes weren't able to register the smug and amused expressions of the Night class who were out and about, Yuki's excitement, Takuma's understanding and Anne-chan's delight. The only thing he was able to comprehend was the fact that they have shown all the people present the spectacle of the year and without doubt, exposed their relationship to the whole Cross Academy and neighborhood.
His pale skin was quickly enveloped with a hot flush from head to toe that he unthinkingly took a step back from a distracted Hanabusa before completely taking off in a mad dash towards the chairman's abode. His bell rang noisily as he run away.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He can't believe that we was so immersed in his own world that he actually forgot where he was! The thought of the time and place were completely forgotten while drowned in his own drama and despair. And now, they shall be the next hot topic of the whole school. He was so embarrassed that he could die!
The conversation they had immediately filled his head. Shit. Did everyone hear them? Oh damn. Did they expose their true nature as hunter and vampire to all who were present? Did he say anything weird? Then realization struck him. Fuck! Hana! He forgot to take his lover with him when he ran out! Oh shit! What if he was run over by the, no doubt, angry mob of fan girls?!
"Ha-Han-,"
"Ichiru!"
He was so flustered that he has forgotten where he was and who he was with once again. He looked at the midget vampire who was looking at him with pity and amusement in her large sienna eyes. When did Yuki got here again?
"Uh…You're here?" he voiced out distractedly.
Yuki frowned at him, exasperated, before shaking her head. Goodness, he has lost it. "Ichiru, calm down, okay? You're going through shock. Take a deep breath and sit down."
The silverette can only stare at her for a while before he was able to comprehend her words. "O-okay." He nodded, distracted, not really knowing what to do.
He has barely seated himself when the door to his room suddenly opened to reveal a panting Hanabusa. Ichiru immediately stood and run to him.
"Ha-Hana! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" the silverette repeated again and again. The guilt of unconsciously leaving his lover flooded him in waves at the sight of the exhausted vampire. To think he was reduced to this…He must have been harassed by his fan girls. Oh fuck, what will they do?
He was so worried. He honestly didn't know how they can rectify the situation so he was baffled when he heard his lover chuckle. He looked at the vampire in confusion as the restrained laughter grew louder and louder. "Ha-Hana?"
Surprised lilac orbs met the surprised sienna eyes of his other companion. They both looked at the laughing vampire, who straightened himself only to hug him, in confusion. "Are you alright, Hana?" Ichiru asked carefully while rubbing his lover's back that's slightly trembling in euphoria.
"Yeah," the noble answered in mid-laugh, "I'm… I'm just relieved, I guess." He finished while smiling, finally spending the last of his laughter. It was just that he felt so scared earlier at the thought of losing his Ichiru that the sight of him comically running away from his fan girls like the devil himself is after him kind of tickled his funny bone. It made him feel that the thought of separating from him was just a horrible nightmare. Compared to the dismal idea of breaking up, it seems that the thought of being exposed and hunted by a group of angry Day class students are nothing. Nothing at all. Ah, he didn't want to hear those abominable words ever again, not even as a joke. The vampire's laughter completely died in his throat as he hugged the lean body against him, welcoming the warmth he was in danger of losing just moments ago.
"Are you really alright, Hana?" Ichiru repeated when the noble fell in silence and only embraced him tighter for a few minutes.
The blonde's response, whatever it would have been, was prevented by a loud clearing of throat from the forgotten prefect in the room. Both male turned to find the blushing midget pureblood who was desperately trying to be noticed.
"Ah, Yuki-sama, I didn't know you're here." Hanabusa declared with surprise, loosening his embrace but still didn't let go of the silver prefect.
"Ah, Yuki, you're still here?" Ichiru also said in surprise. A fresh blush formed at the thought of his adopted-sister seeing him so vulnerable in the arms of his lover.
An elegant brow twitched in irritation at the two's rudeness. She can't believe she cut her own date short out of concern for this ingrate of a brother who immediately forgot about her the moment his boyfriend appeared. Hah, so much for brotherly affections. She decided to tease them in return, "Geez, you guys are turning bolder and bolder. I can't believe you had the courage to make out in front of the whole academy." She smirked as she crossed her arms. She inwardly snickered when she heard her adopted-brother's heartbeat going faster.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." She continued on while shaking her head and sighing exaggeratedly, "What will Zero say once he heard that you've broadcasted your relationship just like that? Oh my gosh, he'll be furious! Ah, should I help you pack your bags, Ichiru?" she finished with a wide grin on her lovely face but when she saw how fast the silverette's face turned from bright red to deathly white, she was instantly filled with compassion, guilt and pity instead. "Err…Ichiru?"
"Hey, are you alright, Ichiru?" Hanabusa asked when he also noticed the way the silver prefect paled and heard his thundering heartbeat.
"W-what are we going to do, Hana? T-they heard us just now, didn't they? W-what if someone figured the Night class' secret? W-what's going to happen now?" he wondered in a breathlessly panicked tone, his silver-lavender eyes wild with worry.
"It's okay, Ichiru!" Yuki immediately blurted, feeling extremely worried at how ashen her brother was, like he's about to disintegrate into thin air. "Honestly, we were all just watching but I'm sure no one aside from the Night class can really hear a thing since you're still in a bit of a distance from everyone else. Well… uh… many wanted to come closer but there was like an invisible barrier around that's why no one was able to get close to you. I'm sure no one heard a word!" the pureblood hurriedly explained, her hands gesturing to make a dome shape in the air for effects.
"Oh? Then no one knows that we're going out?"
The brunette froze, "Err, I wouldn't dream of that…that attempted kiss was a dead giveaway… at least no one knows about the…Night class?" she tried to add positively but hesitated in the end.
Ichiru didn't know if he'll rejoice or not. No one knew about the Night class but their relationship was still exposed. But more importantly, he cried in front of all those people… How embarrassing… He was still in a daze when a hand lightly guided his face to look up and meet his lover's cerulean orbs.
"It's alright, isn't it? This way, everyone knows and there's no need to hide or are you ashamed to let everyone know that you're dating me?" the aristocrat asked in a severe tone.
"What? No! Isn't that supposed to be my question?"
Narrowed aquamarine eyes softened at his lover's answer. It's just like Ichiru. "As if I'll ever think like that." He smiled before kissing his lover's temple, tickling the silverette in the process.
"H-Hana!"
Yuki looked at them with half amusement and irritation. Really, she didn't know whether to be happy for them because of their strong and good relationship or annoyed at them for continuously forgetting her existence even though she's been with them the whole time. Oh well, "The third wheel is now leaving. I'm going to the dorm to change for the party. Don't be late, you two!" she coolly reminded them, even through her own blush, before going out of the room and closing the door behind her.
Ichiru wasn't able to say anything in response to his adopted-sister's words for Hanabusa's lips occupied his the moment they were completely left alone. He instantly forgot about his earlier worries and all the dark feelings that infested his heart for days as he immersed himself with the hot sensation that the noble's lips produced inside him. He felt a firm hand guide his head so it was angled in a way that let his lover deepened the kiss and another arm around his waist that pressed his body closer to Hanabusa's. His own arms instinctively wrapped themselves around the vampire's neck with his hands tightly grasping the white fabric over his broad shoulders.
Insistent tongues collided in a salacious meeting, unrelenting in their wish to feel and drown in each other. The earlier danger of being separated from one another further fanned the desire to confirm that they're still together. Hanabusa pressed harder while Ichiru welcomed the pressure, half consumed by the fire building up inside him. He was such an idiot to think that he'll actually be able to let go of this man. He must be deluded. It was insane that he just proposed a break up not an hour ago yet now, unable to imagine the thought of ever letting go. He can't. Not in this lifetime.
The startled sound he would have uttered when he felt strong arms carry him towards the bed was smothered by the lips still attached to his. He could feel his face heat up for he knew where this would all lead and was no longer surprise to feel the shift in position and the comfortable plane of his bed on his back. He opened his eyes the moment Hana broke their kiss and he had to smile at the loving look the blond vampire hovering above was giving him. Hanabusa is simply breathtaking and he had to wonder when did he get to be this lucky. To have someone so wonderful love him and look and touch him the way Hana does. With so much affection, with so much care, with so much tenderness, like he's the most important piece of treasure there is. Like he's all Hana could see. Like he's everything he dreamt a lover would be.
Ichiru caught his breath. He wanted to say so many things to Hana, words of love and apologies, but he can't quite make his tongue work. He could only gaze at that beauty above him and reach out to slightly touch his lips. He watched as his lover pressed his fingers closer to his lips and felt frustrated because he wanted to make his feelings known but when Hanabusa smiled down at him, with his cerulean orbs saying the exact same words of affection he wishes to express, he knew that he understood and there's no more need to speak. The silverette drew himself up, placing his elbow for support while his free hand grasped the back of his lover's neck to pull him and meet his lips. And as if they share one mind, Hanabusa readily complied, gliding down and fitting his mouth perfectly on his.
The silverette felt so hot. He could feel the heat burning so strongly, it feels as if he'll melt at any second. It doesn't help that he could clearly feel the soft tongue exploring his mouth, feeling it's every movement as it trace the roof of his mouth and slam on his own tongue. The pressure was like a drug, coaxing him to want and need more. As if rising to the challenge, he can't help but mirror his lover's actions and boldly start his own exploration. He sensed surprised from the noble and he felt an overwhelming sense of power when the reign was given to him so despite the heat burning down his skin because of embarrassment and self-consciousness, as if it's the most natural thing to do, he rose to the occasion and continued his own erotic inspection of his lover's sweet mouth. Both pale arms clung to the vampire's white uniform while he crossed his feet around his waist, locking Hanabusa in place which suited the noble just fine as he also drew the prefect closer.
Hanabusa could hear his silverette's delicious moan and could almost hear his own when he felt their erections rub against each other. He felt his impatience rising as their clothes got in the way. His hand was about to move to detached the infernal belt around his lover when he felt his own belt being undone by a pale, insistent hand. Sapphire eyes opened to look at the startlingly bold prefect who broke their kiss only to bury his face on his neck. The blond can't help but smile for he can clearly see the blush that covered all the skin available to his perusal and felt the slightly trembling body against him.
'Adorable', the vampire can't help but think when he heard his name uttered in quiet and breathless whispers by the silverette whose nerves seem to have caught up with him given by how his hand seem to have stopped moving and the body that continued to shake slightly. "Ichiru," he whispered huskily directly by the prefect's ear, that's now completely red, before finishing his lover's endeavor and undoing his own belt, "touch me." He couldn't help the evil smirk that selfishly drew itself when he heard his lover swallow and felt him flinch for a moment. He was surprised, however, when instead of a shaking Ichiru who he expected to look at him with bright, embarrassed eyes and plead him to stop teasing him, he felt the silverette's frozen hand move again and lean fingers bravely take a hold of him. He didn't expect it nor the guttural sound that he wasn't able to stop from releasing at the sudden pleasure of the action. He was only frozen for a moment before finally finding enough of his wits, which was a feat at the moment, and continued to unbuckle Ichiru's belt to provide him the same ecstasy. Tightening his embrace around the pale body, he drew him even closer in order to hold on to both their members. Twin moans escaped from them at the maddeningly enticing sensation of velvet skin against velvet skin.
The noble could sense his lover's rising tension and did his best to sooth him, "Ichiru, look at me." Hanabusa breathlessly asked him. It was minute or two before the silverette finally emerged from his hiding place to face the aristocrat. A smile carved into the noble's handsome face at the sight of Ichiru's adorably flushed face, watery eyes and parted pink lips. Placing his forehead on his, he looked straight into his lust-filled lilac eyes and instructed him on what to do and how to move. Slippery because of pre-cum, both hands rapidly stroke their hardened shafts, putting pressure at the base from time to time and while the thrill has great impact, it's Ichiru's lewd expression and hot pants that sent Hanabusa on edge more than anything. Two rapid heartbeats and loud, breathless pants resounded inside the room as their hands' movements became even faster and rougher, the desire to see unimaginable heights rose deep inside them. He was able to tell that the prefect was close to coming when he attempted to turn from him, felt his body tense and toes curl. Using his free hand, he gently but resolutely grasped a handful of silver hair, damp because of sweat, to keep Ichiru in place which simultaneously ruined his neat hair arrangement.
"H-Ha-na," Ichiru whispered almost desperately, the need to hide away increasing as he felt his release demand its freedom.
"No, show me." Hanabusa ordered in a hoarse voice, cerulean orbs unconsciously turning red, the craving to see Ichiru's every expression dominated his whole being - over-taking his senses.
When silver-lavender saw dark blue eyes turn into dangerous, fiery red and a hint of lengthened fangs became visible through parted lips together with the delightful squeeze at the base of his shaft, the tight spring of Ichiru's self-control loosened to release the evidence of his desire on his and his lover's hands. There was a loud moan he wouldn't recognize as his own, that loudly ripped through the air while beads of sweat cascaded down his pale figure. His world was filled with white and he felt weak as his orgasm surge throughout his whole body. For a moment, his surrounding was lost to him except for that presence he knew he'll never live without. He vaguely felt when his lover gently pushed him down against the sheets and by the time he was sensible again, what met his view was the devastatingly sensual sight of his lover licking his release on his hand while watching him. Amethyst eyes marginally widen and his heart, that has just started to calm down, seems to have received a jump start and wildly raced again. Some would have screamed at the sight of ruby red eyes and deadly fangs currently possessed by his lover. Their instincts would tell them that he's a fatal adversary but his heart can only recognize that sight as his own. It's his, his mind called and he was already reaching out to the noble even before he realized what he was doing.
Hanabusa knew it's risky. He meant to take a break before he completely lost to his urges. He could feel his senses leaving him and his instincts and desire overtaking him but like the most potent drug, he can't help but take those hands extended to him. It's like gravity itself that pulls him closer to his silver angel and before he could stop himself, his lips once again found home in Ichiru's kiss. He candied and sucked the luscious lips against him, careful not to prick him with the fangs he knew had already shown themselves, until all he could think about is the desire for more. An urgent hand soon worked on removing Ichiru's pants and undergarment while the other slipped under the folds of crumpled uniform, not bothering to unbutton the black school shirt, white blazer and vest, impatient to feel the soft skin under his palms. He soon found one pebbled nipple and lost no time in squeezing it, eliciting a soft whine from his alluring lover.
Once the obstructions were removed, the noble's other hand started to work on preparing his lover for his intrusion. Truthfully, the need to ram into him was almost unstoppable. He has yet to come and with his natural impulses already at its peak, it's hard to keep his control but the still sane part of him kept on echoing the discomfort and pain Ichiru would feel. No, he can't do that to his delicate lover. And so with heroic self-control, what's left of it anyway, he was able to manage inserting his middle finger inside the tight aperture. The body under him evidently shuddered at the invasion and the hands tightly grasping his uniform further clung to him. The prefect broke their kiss to let out a lascivious cry when he slowly withdrew his finger only to thrust it completely in, the remaining cum easing his way as he repeated the action until he can feel the tense muscle slightly relax. He softly bit into the silverette's ear to occupy him when he added his index finger, still careful not to let his foremost instinct as a vampire completely overtake him.
Soft pants slowly filled the darkening room once again while he continued to work on opening Ichiru further, alternating to kissing and nibbling on his ear and neck to comfort him. Unconsciously leaving more marks and passion bites than he intended. His fingers went in and out, scissoring inside to further expedite the preparation, before adding a third one. He strived to be gentle but the maddening sensation of his erection rubbing against Ichiru, the lewd pants just against his ear, the flushed, tempting skin directly in view, Ichiru's burning heat and sweet, hot vanilla scent are making it hard to do so. It's like his very own heaven and hell combined. Building desperation caused his movements to be rough and resulted to harsh breaths. His sane consciousness is slowly slipping away. He sorely wished to bite down but knew he shouldn't so before he's overwhelmed by the destructive thirst poisoning him, after taking out his fingers, he wordlessly took the pale arms embracing him, coaxing them to let go, so he can pin down Ichiru.
"Ichiru." That breathless call was the only warning he provided the surprised silver prefect before taking hold of his shoulder and waist, and forcefully thrusting deep inside the hot and tight hole. He knew he's throwing all his efforts in carefully opening Ichiru down the drain by vigorously impaling him but he felt like he'll succumb to the thirst for his lover's blood if he didn't assuage even one of his needs. He planned to take his lover gently but the incident earlier only made it difficult. He knew it's also the reason why his senses are wreaking havoc inside him. The need to mark and form a bond with his silver mate is screaming at his vampiric intuition, erasing all notions of calm and ease from his core. All his mind could echo was 'he's mine'.
The hasty action as well as the pain that accompanied the forceful penetration caught Ichiru off guard. A pain-filled cry resounded inside the room as the pressure of the hardened member inside him filled his very being, generating a tear from him. His hands blindly grasped at the arm pinning his shoulder against the mattress and the pillow underneath his head, where his silver hairs wildly fanned out, in an attempt to calm himself. When he heard an almost inaudible apology, he looked up and met a pair of remorseful flaming garnets on the face of the frowning vampire. Hanabusa leaned in but not closed enough as if he's afraid to hurt him further. It's odd that despite the blood-red eyes and fangs that can only be perceived as predatory, he still felt treasured and loved. It's quite obvious that the noble didn't intend to be so harsh and he's doing his best to restrain and not move even though the effort is causing him to shake a bit.
A quiet smile graced the silverette's lips despite the pain still throbbing at the core of their union. He cupped his lover's face, absentmindedly thumbing one of the fangs slightly protruding from parted lips, just then realizing the possible reasons behind the aristocrat's brash movement. His heartbeat sped even faster in elation at the thought that Hana wanted to drink his blood. As someone from a hunter family, he knew the strong desire vampires have towards their beloved's blood. He didn't see any sign of it from the cool blond before but he didn't want to think too much of it lest he bury himself with further self-consciousness and insecurity. Now though, he can only feel the thrill at the thought that his lover wants his everything just like what Ichiru feels towards him. He knew he'll die of embarrassment later but still, with newfound courage, he resolutely pulled his lover even closer and in a husky voice, whispered, "Bite me."
The argument Hanabusa would have uttered got trapped in his throat when Ichiru boldly kissed him, as if sensing what he wish to do, and the sweet suction that followed only seduced him into capitulation. Aside from his overpowering craving, he can't help but be ensnared as his personal temptress beguile him further in doing his bidding by whispering, "I want you to." Any other reason to resist got destroyed by those words alone. After loosening the red tie and shoving the black and white fabrics away from Ichiru's slender neck, with a pale hand on his golden threads encouraging and guiding him, the noble eagerly, but with all the gentleness he could muster, bit into the pale pliant flesh. He groaned, feeling his eyes' heat as they turn a shade darker and redder than before. The taste that hit him was so heavenly and ambrosial that he didn't know if he'd ever truly tasted blood before. Everything else seems like poor imitation compared to this intoxicating elixir. He could feel his arousal getting even harder and larger, if that's possible given his current state, and he began to shallowly thrust into Ichiru unconsciously, eliciting soft moans from the silverette.
He didn't know if the feeling that hit him the moment Hana's fangs tore into him was pain or pleasure. Perhaps, it's both as even though there was a sense of being devoured, he could still claim that the experience was not unpleasant. On the contrary, he could tell that overall, dare he say, it's thrilling and electrifying, like for the first time, he's feeling the joy of being alive. He wondered it's the conditioned response that a vampire's bite provides to their prey but maybe, it's simply because he's happy being able to offer something to the person most important to him. Any more thoughts regarding the matter were soon forgotten when Hana started moving into him. Having been given enough time to be used to the inserted digit inside him, the shallow and slow movements wasn't enough to provide him the satisfaction he seeks. It only managed to reawaken the desire that has momentarily flown out of his mind because of the sudden ache. While he honestly didn't mind even if Hana drank from him for much longer, he was still relieved when he felt the vampire slowly, albeit seemingly reluctant, detached his fangs from him before dutifully licking the twin punctures until they stopped bleeding. There was a delightful shudder that ripped throughout his entire body at the tender gesture for it was still accompanied by unhurried, almost lazy, thrusts.
He opened his eyes, unaware that he had actually closed them, when he heard his lover call his name. Lilac eyes met the alluring vision of his lover who was still sporting garnet orbs though his fangs seemed to have shrunk to their normal size. He had to smile at the concerned look on the young Adonis' face. Really, this darling vampire. He didn't ask Hana to bite him just so he'd look like that. He reached out to caress his face, as if to erase away his frown, and assured him, "I'm fine."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself." Hanabusa quietly said, leaning onto the warmth of his lover's hands. "I-,"
Ichiru drowned his next words by pulling him close and sealing his lips with his. It seems that it's a day for surprises. He thought that his lover has already exhausted his daringness but it seems that there's still a lot remaining. He didn't think when will be the next time his dearest, modest lover will initiate anything like this so he allowed himself to be carried away to his personal haven, in Ichiru's warmth and embrace. As the euphoria he had when he tasted the sweetness of his lover's honeyed lips spread throughout his entire body, like poison coursing through his veins until it's too late, he realized that even if the day comes when Ichiru inevitably left his side, he's sure that he'll not be able to go anywhere else. Like a curse, he'll forever seek only his voice, his gaze, his body and his heartbeat. Only the way he speaks his name so lovingly is his melody. Only this body that that fit perfectly in his embrace is his warmth. No one else. Even if the day comes when Ichiru is no more, he'll forever stay as his one and only.
I won't go anywhere from here, no, I don't want to go anywhere else.
When he broke their kiss to look at his vampire, he was met by blissful sapphire orbs and a smile that greatly betrays just how satisfied he was by Ichiru's gifts. When his lover took his hand and kissed it almost reverently, he knew that he'll never regret committing the actions he did nor for choosing to love a vampire despite the animosity between their races. No, being with Hana was one of the few miracles that happened in his life and he's determined not to let go from there on. Never again. His hand, that's now cupping the face pressed against his palm, managed to drew his lover to him for another kiss and the vampire, who's seems to have already gotten back some of his sanity, eagerly complied.
The delightful plunder, which almost completely stopped after his luscious drink, started once again. Slowly, he began to rock into Ichiru as their tame kiss turned from gentle and tender to savage and demanding. He could tell by how his silverette sucked and licked the inside of his mouth, how his hand tightened almost painfully on his hand and shoulder, how the pale feet around his eagerly assisted his every thrust as if commanding him to move faster and the sweat that continuously slid down their bodies that his silver lover has been quite impatient. He rewarded him by ramming hard against him, hitting him square on the prostate, which elicited quite an adorable cry from Ichiru, decidedly breaking their kiss again.
The hot walls surrounding his shaft tightened around him which sent devastating pleasure straight to Hanabusa's core. Together with this, the heat of his lover's body and the erotic moans filling his ears left him lost in ecstasy and he can't help but plunge into him repeatedly, over and over again, faster and faster still, unable to stop. When he felt somehow dissatisfied, the rising need still getting higher and higher, he held the silverette under his kneecaps and spread them further apart to delve even deeper.
If Ichiru's cries were not heard on the outside before, it surely would be now so much so that later, he'd pray to all the gods he know that no one walked around the chairman's abode or indeed, that none of his family members ever came close to his room for he's sure that he won't be able to face any of them from there on. It didn't occur to him to smother his moans. His whole focus was centered on his golden lover and his sensual ministrations.
He lewdly keened even more when he felt the vampire's strong hand took hold of his dripping arousal to time each libidinous stroke with his every powerful thrust. Ichiru attempted to restrain the hand holding him as he can feel his second release rapidly knocking his senses. The pleasure was too overwhelming. Even without the loving attention to his erection, the incessant lunges, the pulsing member inside him, the intense gaze of those aquamarine orbs, the husky voice repeatedly calling his name and declaring his love, the kisses administered every now and then, and the hand on his hip which guides his body to meet Hana's are enough to send him over the edge. Even the warm air of the room, the loud pants permeating the air and the beads of sweat rolling down their bodies are like steps to one indecent dance. He know he won't last much longer and while half of him wishes to finally grasp the peak and let go, another part of him wishes to prolong the moment even just a second longer for being one with Hana is a delight like no other.
Hanabusa knew that Ichiru is about ready to cum just like him given the way his pale hands grasped his arm and shoulder almost painfully, and how desperate he moaned his name. And while his lover's tight cavern seduces him to extend the amorous moment of their union, his first release is already savagely tearing him apart. When his silver lover surrendered to the pleasure, punctuated by a lascivious cry of his name, Hanabusa let himself go as well, the silverette's sexy voice and expression further paving the way, and spilled forth inside his lover while calling Ichiru's name. The hot white sensation of reaching the peak as he shuddered into release almost knocked him senseless but he still didn't forget to hold on to his silverette and be his anchor through his orgasm.
The noble administered another kiss before pulling out completely and rolling off to Ichiru's side and gathering the still panting silverette in his arms so his back is on his chest. Hana promptly buried his nose on Ichiru's nape, content in basking in his sweet scent while his hand is comfortably situated over the prefect's chest to feel his rapid heartbeat starting to calm down.
They were enjoying a companionable silence while lying quietly, taking their time in regaining their breaths, and were already in danger of falling asleep when the noble was reminded of the evening banquet because of the excited murmurs of the Day class students currently busy preparing themselves. All he really wanted was to spend the rest of the night with his own silver beauty in his arms but the voice of their pureblood princess telling them not to be late came swimming back to him and so, with a disgruntled expression, was force to shake his sleepy lover into attention.
"Ichiru, we need to prepare for the banquet. Can you stand?" Hanabusa inquired, his voice full of gentle concern.
The silverette stilled at the question. He can't help the way his cheeks got covered by cherry scores at the reminder of the intense exercise and though he wanted to coolly inform his lover that he's alright as usual, his heavy body and aching hips screamed in agony.
When shy lilac eyes avoided probing azure regard, the blond aristocrat chuckled in understanding. Perhaps he should have known since he's fully aware of his lapse in control in their love-making this time. Though it's completely understandable, still, it's wishful thinking to hope that Ichiru will be able to recover soon.
"Sorry, I was a bit forceful." He apologized while stroking his lover's moonlit hair, "Do you want to stay here?"
"Hmmm," Ichiru considered the notion for a moment. He certainly would rather confine himself inside his small room with Hana but his twin would certainly ask his whereabouts. There's also the fact that he must inform Zero of his blunder regarding exposing their relationship to the whole student body so as to not shock his poor brother which may result to several bullets on his lover's body. Not to mention the chairman would weep all dramatically should he find that one of his 'children' missed the most awaited event with Yuki leering at him knowingly. He sighed, resigned to torture his body and attend the tedious activity, "I think we need to go. I'll shower first."
After a painful moment where the silver prefect struggled to sit down, pale feet finally found the cold floor. He was already bracing himself for the agony that each step will caused him when his lover suddenly appeared beside him and scooped him up and carried him like a damsel.
"Hey! Hana, put me-,"
"Shhh, it's painful, isn't it?" the noble interrupted while carrying his lover to the bathroom, "Just let me help you prepare. I also need a bath anyway."
Ichiru could feel the heat on his cheeks spread all throughout his entire body at his embarrassment and though he would like to argue more, his exhausted body seems to greatly appreciate the action so much so that he can only wrap his arms around the noble's slender neck and rested his head on his shoulder. Well, at least, he's given more time to recuperate. Hopefully, the warm water will be able to sooth him enough to allow him to walk straighter later on.
Ichiru wanted to sigh in contentment when the warm water eased his sore spots while he leisurely sat on the tub, between Hana's thighs, with his back on the blonde's chest, an arm around his waist and his silver head comfortably rested on the other's shoulder. Lilac eyes were again half-masted as the relaxing heat of the water and the body behind him coaxed his exhausted mind and body to sleep, like the most pleasant lullaby in the world. He can't believe how many things happened in the course of the day. Surprisingly, even though he still don't know how the Day class students shall take him on tomorrow, he can't make himself worry about it any longer for his ultimate fears have completely melted away. He was so relieved that despite everything, he's still with Hana now. If he were to have used all his luck in this lifetime, he would still feel that it's all worth it.
He's so fortunate that in spite of his weaknesses, Hanabusa still loves him. He's so glad that the noble didn't accept his proposal to break up with him. He was such a moron to have thought of such a notion. Still, he has to wonder why Hana didn't ask him to be a vampire. Everything would have been solved that way and though he would be conflicted as it would mean throwing his brother's effort to protect him that day down the drain, he can't help but wonder if it's really alright for things to stay the way they are.
He surprised both himself and his blond companion by mumbling unconsciously, "Why won't you ask if I want to be a vampire?" Wondering aquamarine orbs met slightly daze lavender ones, Ichiru was forced to clarify, "I mean… won't it be better? So I won't be as pathetic as I am right now? So maybe, we can have children in the future?"
The noble paused in his current task of scrubbing his lover clean to look at the handsome pale face slightly turned to him, "I will not ask you to be anything but yourself, Ichiru." Hanabusa answered as he drew the arm around the silver prefect closer, tightening his embrace, "Indeed, it would be wonderful if you're a vampire but only because you'll at least be less susceptible to any danger and more importantly, that I'll be able to have you in all those years that will come but even if it's just you and I together in this lifetime, I'll already be very satisfied." He kissed the delicate shoulder in front of him so his expression is briefly hidden from lilac regard. He bit his lips as he wanted to add how much he wished for it to happen but held back, instead he continued, "If I could have all the time available to be by your side, then I'll already be content." He leaned back to smile at his lover, whose earlier sleepy eyes now fully awakened because of his response, before shortly covering his reddish lips with his.
Hanabusa knew that there was a bit of lie in his words but he couldn't possibly hint it. There's no way he'll voice out the desperate wish he have for he knew how troubled Ichiru will be.
After Ichiru got sick because of exhaustion caused by their first time together, when he was searching for ways to help his lover gain a stronger constitution, his faithful cousin asked him the very same question. Indeed, why not just ask him to be turned?
"I can't." The blond noble took a deep breath, eyes intent on the medicine book he was reading, before continuing, "How can I? I know he'll do it in the end if it's for my sake but how can you expect me to ask him to abandon everything just for me? To betray his kin in exchange for hundreds of years with me, to betray his brother who's been looking out for him and their parents who died for them just for my own relief. I can't. Don't ask me to be so selfish when I'm trying not to be for once."
He sensed a slight surprise from his companion and felt strong fire-orange regard on him, "You know you'll regret it." He heard after a while.
"I know."
How could he not?
He's always been afraid. Even just the thought that there'll be a time, in the near future, when he'll be without him, when he'll watch as he drift away to his last breath, when he'll ever stand before a grave, when all will come to an end someday, when he'll feel the pain of missing him in every single second of every hour, always frightens him like nothing else did. He was so scared that many times, he would almost let his utmost wishes leave his lips and betray him.
He wanted Ichiru to be a vampire. So he can live a hundred years by his side, so he'll be stronger to protect himself, so he won't suffer because of his sickness anymore, so he can be happy by his side.
But this selfishness comes with a price.
He'll surely be treated like a traitor and for someone who came from a prestigious line of hunters, it will be like throwing his pride and family. He can't ask Ichiru to throw everything that he is.
He's been in love with him exactly because of who he was. He loves the Ichiru who's been doing his best despite his shortcomings. He loves the Ichiru aiming to be able to prove himself as a proud hunter from the Kiryū line. Ultimately, he's fallen for that light born from the same frailty that he wanted to get rid of just because he feared that his love will someday succumb to it. It's ironic, but he can't help it.
He's afraid of losing him.
But he still can't ask him.
And he never will.
Even when he wanted so much more than the time Ichiru possesses in his entire life.
Even when he wanted him in this lifetime and in the next.
He was shaken out of his internal remunerations when he felt deep, steady breaths from the beauty leaning against him. When he turned to his lover, he found the peaceful sight of a slumbering Ichiru. He smiled, willing away unpleasant thoughts in the meantime. Well, it seems that they'll miss the whole banquet together after all. He kissed the wet starlight tresses of his gorgeous lover.
Not that he mind, he thought as he carried his treasure out of the bath.
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There was an energetic buzz among the Day class students while all prepared for the evening banquet which will start in less than a few hours. All fuss as they quickly took care of all the immediate cleaning needed and set aside those than can wait until tomorrow. They all chatted animatedly as they worked. Most of the conversation were about the sightings of the few members of the Night class during the festival, the beautiful oirans from a certain traditional Japanese café, their equally gorgeous replacements who managed to end the game undefeated, a certain female prefect and her unconfirmed relationship with a most beloved Night class senpai and a certain male prefect and his confirmed relationship with a most beloved Night class senpai. Out of all the topics coloring every conversation, the one about their lovely Ichiru-kun almost being kissed by their idol inspired the most squeal and shriek from the Day class students.
While the male Day class students remained quiet for they all tried not to think about how the silverette twins looked earlier that day and simultaneously awaken the same dismay some of the female Day class students were feeling, all the female in the Sun dorm chattered about the news incessantly. Some were expressing vehement disapproval while, amusingly, a lot more were expressing excitement at the match. Claims of having seen heated looks between the silver prefect and the famous blond charmer and declarations that they knew they would eventually date each other suddenly kept popping out of nowhere. Speculations of when and how it started were soon formulated. Before the start of the ball, there were about 30 different scenarios ranging from accidentally bumping to each other during one morning while on their way to school to being promised to each other since their infancy were made.
Yuki can't thank the makers of locks and security door chains enough for their genius invention. She's quite surprised that the door to her and Yori-chan's room was not yet off its hinges even after all the fuss and knocks the other students made. Sienna eyes shot another apologetic look to her roommate after another group of persistent students demanding some explanation came to disrupt their preparation. She really admires her best friend's patience and kindness as Sayori merely quietly continued tying Yuki's hair in a casual but elegant fashion.
"There, it's finished." Yori smiled approvingly after examining her work. She pinned the upper half of the brunette's hair in a lose bun with flower decorated bobby pins after braiding it before curling the lower half and setting it over one shoulder. It looked perfect with Yuki's strapless, high-waist pink tea-length chiffon dress.
"Thank you, Yori-chan." Yuki gratefully smiled up her best friend who chose to go with a modest short-sleeved empire silk cocktail dress in baby blue.
"Shall we go?" The light haired brunette asked after making sure that their most recent visitors already left. "They're gone."
"Oh thank goodness!" Yuki heaved a relieved sigh. She really didn't like the idea of jumping out of the window in order to escape the persistent pests and risk ruining her dress. Even for a pureblood like her, it will be a feat to jump down several floors in high heels since she's still clumsy. After a quick peek outside, they immediately closed the door and walked fast straight to the ground floor. They miraculously made it to the front entrance without any unwanted interruptions. Perhaps, since the girls spent a good deal of their time making a fuss outside their room, they're still not finished with their own preparation.
They were able to leisurely thread their way towards the recreational building where the largest assembly room was once they were a bit far away from the dorm.
"I wonder if it's going to be like this from now on." Yuki wondered aloud. "I'm sorry for dragging you in this, Yori-chan."
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure they'll get over it. I just hope that Ichiru-kun will be alright."
Yuki beamed at her lovely roommate. She knew she's been very lucky to be roomed with such an amiable person.
They soon made it in the ballroom where there's a neat arrangement of round tables and chairs around the hall. It was only broken at the middle where a stage was set up at the head of the room and several instruments were set up for a chamber orchestra.
At the entrance, they were greeted by a young man in a tuxedo who asked for their name in order to give them their table number. Since they were part of the winning class, they get to seat with the Night class. The arrangement was already fixed beforehand, just after the awarding ceremony. Yuki knew that Ruka was the overall event organizer and she privately wondered if she was able to arrange for her to seat with Ichijou-senpai. She fervently hope she did. Yuki was directed to table number 11 while Sayori was given table number 10. Though she's sorry that they won't be together, she's comforted that at least she's near.
She observed while looking for her table at the head of the room where most of the Night class is already at while there's only a handful of Day class students that have arrived. To her utter delight, she found table number 11 already occupied by her brother, Zero and Ichijou-senpai.
"Senpai!" She smiled and happily seated herself besides her boyfriend. She froze, however, when she was hit by an overpowering scent that came from the mated couple. She must have made a weird sound since the three vampires looked at her.
"Is something wrong, Yuki-chan?" Takuma immediately inquired when he noticed his girlfriend's wide eyes directed at the silver hunter and the blush that instantly covered every inch of her visible skin.
"What's wrong with you?" Zero frowned at Yuki's weird expression while looking at him. Like she can't quite decide whether to feel amused, horrified, embarrassed or excited and ended up doing all at the same time.
Only Kaname, being a pureblood, realized what must be going on inside his fairly innocent sister's head. He glanced at his lover. Well, this is going to be awkward. He thought with some slight amusement.
The vampire king then launched a private explanation to the hunter, leaving Takuma to content himself with his sister's answer that it was nothing. 'I understand you know about purebloods' superior senses,' he started, successfully getting Zero's attention. 'Since Yuki has yet to control her senses, she can easily pick up on things that not even an old pureblood will notice.'
Zero, who's still waiting for the point of his explanation, only looked at Kaname expectantly.
'That means she can easily note the change in our scents especially after love-making.' Kaname finished, his inner voice still sounding unperturbed.
"Eh?" Silver-lavender orbs widen momentarily before the silver prefect abruptly stood up, much to the blond noble's surprise. Amethyst eyes avoided everyone's scrutiny and announced, "I'm going to get a drink." He finished shortly before leaving without hearing anyone's response.
Takuma can only look at the hunter's retreating figure with confusion for he also saw a telltale of red tinge painting the silverette's normally pale ears. Emerald regards looked suspiciously around the table to find his girlfriend holding her face in an embarrassed manner, her blush not quite abating entirely, and their president sporting a look of quiet fondness which he can easily discerned only because he grew accustomed to his king's expressions after being with him all the time. What on Earth happened to Zero-kun, I wonder?
Meanwhile, Zero was seriously contemplating running away from the ball. If Yuki was able to smell the change in his and Kaname's scent, surely his children will too and he's horrified to let them know of their parent's intimate and private affairs. No children should ever be made to suffer such a nightmare.
'There's no need to worry about that.' He heard Kaname spoke through their bond. Damn it. He still can't control this bond thing so his thoughts are often left vulnerable and exposed to his lover's perusal. He felt Kaname's amusement at his thoughts so he let his disgruntlement be felt in return. 'I understand. I shall teach you how to control it.'
'You better.' That bastard. He has a strong suspicion that Kaname really didn't want him to control the bond so he'll be able to hear his every thoughts and feel his emotions. Like the greedy and possessive king that he is.
'You tend to conceal things that afflict you so you hardly left me with any other choice.' Kaname responded, no doubt sensing his feelings and thoughts.
Zero was then shown the memories of his recent trip to the Hunter Association through their bond as a reminder. He let out a growl. Seriously, every damn time. Kaname loves to keep rubbing that accident on his face. He admits that was his fault and he did feel guilty about it but the bastard seems to take advantage of it at every turn. 'Yeah, yeah, whatever.' He answered shortly. He's tired and he didn't feel like arguing so instead, he diverted their conversation to his earlier dilemma. 'What did you mean I didn't need to be worried about it?'
'Our children came from the future. Being mated for a long time, for sure, this is the scent that they grew up to. They'll simply think this is normal.'
Zero stopped in his tracks and mulled over that certain piece of logic. That makes sense. His remaining doubts whether it's indeed true were silenced when he felt the aura of his four children and saw as their innocent faces lit up with every step they took to reach him as if being presented with something that pleases them.
He saw as Suiren promptly hurried, almost running and simultaneously ruffling the chiffon material of her long Grecian empire dress, just to get to him faster. The young hunter quietly smiled when the silver goddess in soft lilac wrapped her dainty arms around him.
"Otou-chan," Suiren whispered on her father's chest. She didn't see him almost the whole day and after being distressed into helping their aunt Yuki, she sorely missed her father's warm arms. "Ah, you smell so lovely, otou-chan." She mumbled offhandedly. It's like being back at home, she silently thought, basking in the comforting scent.
"Err, thank you, Suiren. You smell good too." Zero said after clearing his throat. His eyes travelled to his three sons and were amused to see Kohaku, who's wearing a black suit identical to Akira's, hold on to Naoto's arm as if to stop him from mirroring his twin's actions. He caught the words 'not in that form' escaping the older brunette's lips which was received by an almost indiscernible sulking pout by his younger brother while Akira only nodded, looking uncharacteristically subdued for some reason. He was about to ask if there's anything the matter with the younger brunette when he realized that they're missing a certain female brunette.
"Where's Anne?"
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Hazel orbs closely observed each and every proceeding inside the large hall and roamed its gaze around with an intimidating air when it was arrested by a vision.
Kaito didn't mean to stare but something in him just stopped producing oxygen altogether when he caught sight of a certain irritatingly good-looking vampire in all her teenage glory unknowingly coming closer to where he stood in a corner. It's not like that beautiful and no doubt expensive chiffon sheath dress that hugged her body so gorgeously and wonderfully showed the line of her slender form whenever she moves distracted him. No. He's not even bothered by how the sheer red color of her gown made her skin glow or how her delicate collar bones were visible because of that off shoulder neckline. Definitely not. Not even when her profile and heart shape face was highlighted given how her long mahogany hair were pinned up in an elegant style leaving only her long fringe to dangle freely. Hah! How could that even cause him distraction?
He's not going to trouble himself with a bloodsucker even if the said vampire gave out a stunning smile, her lavender eyes crinkling cutely, when she spotted him. Bah! Like he'll allow himse-.
The light haired hunter irritatingly snapped when something heavy hit his head, "What the fuck?!" he irately turned at the source to find an equally pissed off silverette in a distance who was definitely the annoying culprit that threw what looked like a silver spoon at him. The sudden awareness of his parched mouth and throat only fueled his anger at his former kohai. "What's your damn problem?"
"Why don't you try answering when someone freaking calls your name?" Zero barked.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Kaito snapped back, "I didn't hear anything."
Zero gave him a look, "Yeah, I can tell." He scoffed as he looked at his senpai's reason of preoccupation to find his blushing daughter who's torn between going to him or the hunter. Stupid Kaito.
"Hey, you annoying git, did you realize you just hit your great respectable teacher?"
The younger hunter only stared at the apprentice teacher like he's an idiot, "Sorry no, since I just hit you." Surely, a teacher who was caught entranced by a student and not even be aware of it can't be classified as great and respectable.
This annoying asshole. "What did you say?" Kaito irritably challenged. He would have said more and perhaps added some profanities that would instantly have the authorities revoking his teaching license when the animated voice of the chairman resounded as the bouncing odd ball started the introduction for the evening banquet. He forcefully held his tongue only to be provoked once again when his shitty kohai whispered to him.
"Remember your post, sensei."
This fucking brat.
The teacher apprentice wasn't able to snap back his retort since his rude student has already walked away, towing his future daughter with him whose reddish-lavender scrutiny didn't leave his for a while even as she wound her arms around the prefect's and walked away. He eventually averted his hazel orbs from the pair and circled around the ballroom, feeling incredibly annoyed for some reason. Grr! It's fucking irritating! He grouchily made a beeline towards the towering fountain of fruit juice to get a drink. He didn't know why and when his mouth went drier than Sahara and somehow, it only made him even more riled up. Everything's pissing him off. Seriously, what is this feeling?
The father and daughter pair walked in silence towards their table where her brothers and sister are already seated. Kaname is still comfortably seated with Takuma and Yuki whose blush has now thankfully subsided. He noticed that the seat dedicated to his twin is still empty. He wondered if he's still preparing. He wanted to know how that nightmarish game ended. It must be why he was late, he thought pityingly.
"Oh, that's right, otou-chan." Anne said when she spotted her silver haired sister currently drawing their aunt Yuki and uncle Taku who are engaged in a conversation with their chichiue, "I promised Suiren that you'll dance with her for the first two songs later." And promptly added when her father sent her a questioning look, "It's her reward for… err… being so behaved. Is it alright if you indulge her?" she asked pleadingly.
"I normally don't dance but it won't be a problem." He answered much to the beautiful brunette's delight.
"Thank you, otou-chan." She smiled while internally sighing in relief. She didn't even want to think what Suiren will do if ever she wasn't able to get what she was promised. She knew her otou-chan will not deny her or her sister anything they sorely want but she also knew how much he hates balls and dances in general so she's extremely grateful to her beloved silver parent. With this, she'll be able to uphold her reputation of not breaking her promises and continue to exploit, ehem, call favors on her beloved siblings.
Zero answered his eldest child's seraphic smile with a quiet one. It was only broken when he noticed the subdued atmosphere of the youngest brunette child. He can see Kaname glancing now and then towards the quiet pair of brunettes at the far side of the table, no doubt noticing the same thing though seemingly patient enough to wait until they come to him on their own. Zero, however, was not one to wait. "Is something wrong, Akira?" he asked as soon as he was seated between Anne and Kaname.
Akira made a face as he apparently moved his feet. Everyone, except the two pair of twins and Anne, looked at each other in question when a strange sound was heard, like metal chains clinking together with a hard clang on the marble floor. Ichijou inconspicuously raised the tablecloth to glance under the table. Emerald orbs blinked at the long metal shackles around one foot of each male brunette that bound them to a large metal sphere.
"Err, Akira-kun, Kohaku-kun? Why are you both wearing a ball and chain?"
"Eh?!" Yuki gasped before also slyly looking under the table to ascertain the truth while Kaname glanced around his children's faces to find two unaffected silverettes with an expression that suggested that it wasn't the first time it happened, a calm and resigned Kohaku drinking from his glass, a petulant and sulky Akira who looked affronted and wronged, and a defiant Anne whose pretty face was turned to the side as if avoiding impending scolding looks. The pureblood king instantly knew who the perpetrator was.
The silverette hunter must have also observed the same thing since he called her to it, "Anne?" his voice full of light castigation and gentle persuasion.
The little princess huffed and faced her parents, "But otou-chan, this is their punishment for tormenting me." She pouted with stubbornness in her hard amethysts.
"Akira? Kohaku?" Zero then turned to the twins who were both deep in thought as if considering the accusation. Their expression clearly told everyone that they may have indeed caused their sister some grievances. The older silverette could only shake his head.
Well, they did deliberately and determinedly hide from their sister but they didn't imagine her to be this hurt. Guilt flooded them at the thought. But it wasn't exactly the first time they did that, though it rarely happened because of such consequences. Still, she wasn't this angry at them then so something else must have angered her. Both brunettes suddenly remembered what happened when their sister cornered them.
After Akira innocently answered her strange question if he happened to give their Kaito-jiichan some presence concealing pills, she suddenly went ballistic. She immediately took out a blood stone to make sure these infernal chains would latch themselves around their feet the moment they sat down. Why?! Why was she so angry? Wasn't it kind of him to give her crush an incredibly useful and wonderful gift? Where did he go wrong with that? The younger twin lamented. Was it because it was a hush gift?
Meanwhile, Kohaku rightfully guessed what happened. She might have caught in the middle of a disgraceful act or something akin to that, he mused. Well, if that was the case then that would certainly explain everything. He has no doubt that it had been quite hilarious but he pushed those thoughts aside lest he let out the mirth that he suddenly felt and simultaneously aggravate his and Akira's situation. Instead, he looked at his sulking sister and apologized, "I'm afraid she's quite right, otou-chan. We might have unknowingly done something to wound our sister. Please accept our sincerest apologies, nee-chan. Please believe me, it was most unconsciously done. Rest assured that Akira and I will do everything in our power to salvage the situation."
Akira straightened his back at his brother's words. It must mean that Haku already found out what they did wrong. As expected of his twin! Yes! He only vigorously nodded in full agreement with Kohaku's promise and watched as their older sister briefly narrowed her eyes before sighing in resignation.
"I will hold on to that, my dearest brothers." Anne relented and willed the lock of the chains to come undone before opening a small space to put the metallic binds from whence they came. Well, if they really didn't plan that then it's fine. She wouldn't have easily forgiven them had it been deliberate. Perhaps, she was just truly unlucky. How unfortunate, "Now come relate your adventures after you abandoned me to my terrible fate." Kohaku gave her a small smile while Akira frowned in confusion but nevertheless obliged and animatedly related what they did earlier that day.
The mated pair smiled when they silently observed how their children easily mended their conflicts. They must be really close to be able to forgive and trust each other's claim so easily. Kaname reached out to his lover's hand under the table to give it a light squeeze to make his happiness and pride of having raised their children well known to his hunter.
Zero turned to him, silver brows crumpling in amusement, with a half-smile, completely understanding the message. It seems they weren't half-bad. "Care to tell us what all of that was about?" Zero turned back to the brunettes.
Anne turned back to him, giving him a dainty sniff as if the question and reminder was enough to bring tears to her eyes, before suddenly slumping all dramatically on the table with her forehead on her folded arms.
"…That bad, huh?"
"Oh, otou-chan! It was-," she started but suddenly straightened herself when she heard the music played, amethysts orbs no longer holding any hint of earlier lamentation or distress as bright hope filled her eyes. Her expression made a hundred-eighty degrees turn. They didn't notice the awarding ceremony was already over which signaled the start of the much awaited moment of this evening. The dance! She must definitely score a dance with Kaito-san! By hook or by crook!
Determined lavender eyes met two pairs of encouraging wine filled ones. Both brothers nodded at her in silent support for tonight's obvious goal.
One by one, noisy sounds of chairs being dragged against the marble floor resounded inside the whole venue as gentlemen stood up to ask their ladies for a dance while the female student body held their breath while waiting, internally wishing their desired partners to ask them.
Several eyes belonging to hopeful individuals followed the handsome Night class men and the silver prefect, wishing with all their might that their allure and bright dresses have made the right impression to entice any of them. They sucked their breaths when the Night class president, one who was known for his rare participation in dancing, suddenly stood up with the equally dreamy and seemingly reluctant silverette prefect beside him but they all slumped dejectedly when the two said Adonis went towards the newest members of the Night class.
Kaname took his hesitant lover with him, a hand on his back so all the eyes which are undoubtedly closely watching their every action won't see, to ask their two beautiful princesses to a dance. Kaname asked Anne which was graciously accepted while Zero went to fulfill his promise to the expectant silverette whose face reflected complete joy at his approach. He watched as the Night class men around followed and ask for the Night class ladies for a dance, much to the female Day class students' dismay.
A stifled commotion erupted when Takuma asked for Yuki's hand, her becoming the first Day class student to be asked by a Night class student, which was blushingly received while Ruka accepted Kain's invitation, ignoring the desperate and disappointed look from a certain brown haired male Day class student. Shiki, of course, went to stand by his obvious partner, Rima, who silently took his offer.
Silent sighs escaped from the remaining three royals while they debated asking anyone for a dance for they were repeatedly told by their sister that not asking any ladies without a partner to dance when they're free is terribly ungentlemanly which was something she vehemently hammered in their young heads never to attempt. Well, at least not in her presence. This is why being in their true forms was the best, especially in occasions like this, for then they'll have an excuse for not participating. Still, opting to torture their feet rather than upset their eldest sister, all three hesitantly stood up, feeling the pressure of several eyes from the Day and Night class female students following their every move.
Kohaku's eyes roamed around the room, careful not to meet anyone's scrutiny lest he awakened some hope in them, when they fell on the silent and genteel light haired girl who they only met as an old woman in the future. He smiled and was about to step towards aunt Sayori when he was mystified by the silver strands that suddenly obscured his view and found his youngest brother already inviting her to a dance. Oh well, there's nothing for it. He would have asked aunt Seiren instead but she appeared to be nowhere inside the academy. He caught his twin brother's regard, unwillingness displaying in his auburn orbs before sighing again and went away to wherever in search of a partner.
After the wonderful dance with her dearest chichiue, Anne quickly set her plan in motion. Reddish-amethyst orbs scanned the crowd of people in colorful dresses and expensive suits for the sight of a certain tall hunter, pointedly not meeting anyone's regard so as to lessen the danger of getting interrupted from her important hunt. She felt troubled that not even her superior senses made the search any easier. It reawakened the idea of punishing her little brother even just for another minute. Really, Akira! She sighed in resignation while tking fast but graceful steps, darting her eyes here and there though still trying to appear nonchalant as to not give her present feelings away.
"And who are you looking for, brat?"
The cool husky voice of the hunter she's been trying to ambush startled her. Anne immediately turned around to find Kaito looking at her as if she's acting suspicious, his hands in his pockets.
"Kaito-san," She breathed in relief at finally finding him. Really, why is Akira's blood pills' effect spanned to 24 hours? It's quite vexing not being able to feel that welcomed presence. Kaito-san must be forever banned from ever using Akira's abilities! "I was looking for you."
Kaito frowned even more at the girl's answer. Taking a deep breath as he watch her come near where he stood, determined not to be swayed by her smile. Not that he was ever swayed by that smile, of course. It's only a precautionary measure.
"I… only wish to apologize for the unsightly behavior on my part earlier, Kaito-san." Anne started, her heart in her throat as she gathered all her courage to ask him to just one dance. Social etiquette and lady's graceful patience be damned. This is true love and it superseded all rules and codes of conduct in the universe. "I wonder if-,"
"Kuran-san? Dance with me, please."
Both brunettes turned to look at the voice filled with certainty to find a rather good-looking Day class student with a gallant hand outstretched in eagerness.
Severe hazel orbs narrowed at the screaming pompousness in those dark grey orbs of the young man and haughty way he carried his obviously expensive suit. Kaito had to wonder where the little twerp got his overwhelming self-confidence when his mug resembles a butthole.
Delicate dark eyebrows slightly met at the untimely interruption and ungentlemanly invitation directed to her. Part of her admires his courage and confidence for asking her, another pities his unlikable lack of tack and smugness that might have caused him no small degree of dislike, though a bigger portion of her just wanted to violently kick him out of the room and resume to where she left off. But her intentions would be too obvious if she were to decline then ask the hunter for a dance instead. It's like announcing that she only wanted him as her partner and regardless of the truth, that level of vulgarity in a lady is unsightly. She damaged her own image quite enough already. Her desires didn't make her desperate yet. Well, not that desperate. She'll just try again later. She inaudibly sighed before swallowing a merciless rejection and readied a smile she didn't feel like providing. A courteous hand rose to resignedly accept the offer when the two teenagers got startled by another hand that snatched hers.
"Kaito-san?"
"S-sensei?"
"Sorry kid but this chick owes me."
Stunned amethyst orbs followed the light brown mane and perfect profile of the hunter before it fell on the hand around her own which dragged her in the middle of the dance floor, farther away from the poor man whose hand was still raised uselessly. Anne gaped in disbelief, her heart already starting its own party inside her chest, unable to believe that her favorite hunter did what she dreamed of many times in the past. To sweep her off her feet with that charming audacity and daring personality that was just like him. She instantly felt extremely giddy and ridiculously happy for someone who was just forcibly dragged away. She can't help the smile that plastered itself on her face.
"You're that happy to get away from him?" Kaito asked once he finally faced his detainee after finding a less crowded spot on the floor, far, far away from the stink of that man's strong perfume.
The seraphic smile turned even more brilliant while answering, "Indeed, Kaito-san." They adjusted their intertwined hands and put her other hand on his shoulder to begin her first waltz with someone outside her family members. She reveled at the scorching sensation of his hand on her back, their hands together and the fabric underneath her palm.
"If you didn't like him then don't accept his offer, moron." The hunter didn't understand why she would even consider going with that jerk. Really, even just the thought of it was already too annoying.
"I figured it would be too rude."
"That's a stupid reason."
His words were only replied with a chuckle from the princess in his arms. She must be wearing high heels because her face was even closer to his than when he accidentally hugged her. And Kaito was not really observing, it was just noticeable how her eyes seemed to have a red tinge mixed with lavender making them quite alluring, how her lips was almost shaped like a bow and how she was not wearing any jewelry unlike many students from the Day class and some of the noble Night class making her the most curious spoiled brat he has ever met. There's also that familiar scent he can smell on her that he somehow can't remember, not that he's distracted or anything.
Kaito stared at her as she did to him, because of course they're dancing and definitely not because they're in a trance, and found that he preferred her child form. At least it's easy to remind himself that she's just a brat. Not that he needed to be reminded for any reason other than…so…he won't tease her too much. Yeah, whatever. Why must he even explain his own thoughts? And to himself? It's not like he needed to convince his own mind of anything. Really, he's being ridiculous.
"I'm surprised that you know how to dance, Kaito-san."
"Don't freaking insult me, brat. Just don't twirl or you'll have to say goodbye to your feet."
Quiet laughter filled their detached space and the world vanished around them. No sly glances, change of music, slight bumps with the other couples or even a venomous glare from a certain silverette hunter managed to break that remarkable moment in the princess' evening.
"He's leaning too close." Zero hissed under his breath. His eyes narrowed while watching his eldest daughter and the apprentice instructor from his position in the dark, wide veranda of the ballroom, his back leaning on the stone railings. His words were answered with a smile from his only companion. He turned to surprisingly find a rather soft expression on the vampire king's face. Zero thought Kaname would be the first to voice out his disapproval on his daughter's obvious feelings but so far, he heard not one word of opposition regarding the matter. His thoughts must have travelled through their bond as russet orbs shortly met his regard.
"I trust her choice. Our daughter is a smart girl; I know she thought about this very carefully." Kaname offered very quietly. There is still some concerns left for he well knew the thorny path ahead of her but he also knew that if her feelings are true, nothing can make her feel otherwise. He'll only make a move to stop it should there be evidences of the hunter's disinterest. So far though, there doesn't seem to be any danger of that if the way those hazel eyes looked at her lavender ones intently was any indication. Despite the lack of disapproval, it's needless to say that he won't let him make any step until the right time has come. Kaname had to wonder about the future of the tall hunter. It could only mean one thing and he can't help but worry about how that will come to be. He looked at his silver hunter and the tattoo decorating his neck. A thorny path indeed.
The pureblood forced the dismal thoughts away and instead focused on lighter subjects. He chuckled when he heard an annoyed huff from his lover and found a fierce scowl, which still failed to mar his handsome features despite its intensity, at his response to his earlier words. He was about to say something to somewhat mollify his lover when he felt the presence of his old friend coming closer to them. Only after a minute, the overly cheerful headmaster came flitting in.
"Oh my, Kaname-kun, son, what are you doing here outside?" he asked once he joined the couple.
"I was just standing guard here so no one will try and escape by jumping off this balcony." Kaname answered amiably before glancing towards the silver prefect who in turn avoided the chairman's look. He fought a smile when he saw a pale ear fast turning red. After dancing with Anne, he quickly positioned himself at the balcony for he well knew that was where his hunter will head as soon as he finished dancing with their youngest daughter. He was proven right for not even a minute after the second song ended and the hunter was replaced by their oldest son, Zero came barreling out of the room and into the veranda only to stop when he saw him there.
"Really now, son! Why would you even try to do that? It's not good for my granddaughter!" the ex-hunter passionately admonished, having no trouble understanding what happened. After all, Zero successfully escaped all the other events he forced him to attend before, already satisfied in circling the building and avoiding the overall occasion. "It's even your class that won! Isn't it because of you and Ichiru?"
"Shut up, chairman." Zero growled, irritated now that he remembered how his attempt to desert the ball was curbed by the pureblood bastard. He wanted to point out that he wasn't about to jump and that he's sensible enough to use the stairs but he didn't think that would make much difference and he's sure that he'll still be hearing about this from the chairman for at least a week. It's really troublesome. He just wanted to make an appearance to keep the irksome blond off his back but apparently, it's all for naught because Kaname just have to tell on him like the asshole that he is. He was only further annoyed when his glare was answered by an indulgent smile from the said bastard. He knew it's useless to even try to spook Kaname so he just addressed his adoptive-father who was still bemoaning his son's hard-heartedness instead. "Did you come here for a reason?"
"I was just looking for my beautiful daughter and granddaughters so I can dance with them." Kaien animatedly answered while putting on a dreamy expression.
Zero frowned as his eyes promptly returned to the lively assembly inside. Those three should be easy enough to spot since they have beauty and aura that seems to hold gravity that all eyes can't help but find. True enough, he was able to easily locate Yuki who's still merrily dancing with Ichijou-senpai, Suiren who's now partnered with her twin brother and, he grunted, Anne who's still dancing with a certain infuriating hunter. The chairman must be losing his touch to have missed them.
Kaien sent a meaningful look towards the vampire king while his son was distractedly looking inside the room. Kaname's expression hardened for he had no trouble understanding the headmaster's message. He nodded after carefully schooling his expression.
"Yuki's over there." Zero pointed, completely missing the brief exchange. He contemplated whether pointing out Anne's position instead but thought better of it. Seeing her smile like that, guess he can cut them some slack. But only for tonight.
The blond broke into a squeal before marching away towards the female brunette. Zero felt only a tiny bit guilty at that but surely, it's nothing she can't handle. Better her than Suiren. Lavender eyes once again found the silver pair slowly dancing among the crowd and had to wonder where his own silver twin was at.
"Where's Ichiru?"
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"All the elders have arrived, my lord."
The cold and severe eyes of one Ichijou Asato met the bowing form of his servant who just made the announcement. "So they have." He muttered to himself and ignoring his attendant, and he promptly made his way to the large assembly room where the council of ancient awaits.
About 20 heads belonging to some of the most influential and oldest noble families turned to him the moment he entered the room. The air was strained and heavy as the intimidating aura of the aristocrats filled the room. Some showing discontent at being summoned so hastily when they're about half a world away.
"Why did you ask for an assembly of the council, Ichiou?" One of the noble asked as soon as he was seated.
"Indeed, what is so important that you'd ask for our attendance in such short notice?" Inquired another.
"It's fortunate that I was already preparing my trip here for the Winter Solstice, though this is much too early than my scheduled arrival."
It was all the council head could do not to show his irritation at the loud inquiry. If he didn't have any use for these old fools, he wouldn't have bothered contacting them. "I have important news for all of you, my friends." He started, putting his chin on top of his intertwined hands while wearing an expression that suggested that the nature of their discussion is indeed of an extremely important nature.
When all the elders' eyes and focus are on him, he announced, "The true king has been revived. The time for the vampires' reign has come."
A rare, quiet smile from the stern old aristocrat appeared as the plan to overthrow the weakened monarchy was discussed and preparations were arranged.
A war is coming.
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