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Vampire Knight: The Devil's Dance

Cross Academy

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a part of Vampire Knight: The Devil's Dance, by Azazel.

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Cross Academy is a part of Vampire Knight: The Devil's Dance.

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Asuka Fujiwara [189] "Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies."
Sora Tsukino [157] "The phenomena of your power and my choice are forever disconnected. This is the Null Hypothesis."
Haruka Yamazaki [122] "I can see it in your eyes..the pain you try to hide."
Anastasia Guillory [40] "The optimist sees the opportunity in every hardship; the pessimist sees the hardship in every opportunity."

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“Seeing you like that… it shouldn’t have harmed me, but it did.”



He could smell how weak she was even before he could see it. He’d left her mostly to herself for the last couple of days, once it seemed that she was doing well enough to be on her own for a while. Nobody wanted to spend so long in his company, after all, and he wouldn’t force his presence on someone who didn't need it. But now he could tell that this had been a mistake. He turned to regard her flatly for a moment, and as usual, his thoughts passed through absolutely no filter before they reached his mouth. It was a small wonder someone hadn’t killed him for his impudence yet. Not that nobody had tried. “You look like shit, Fujiwara.”

It took him a second for that one to catch up with him, and then he realized that, whether or not it was true, he perhaps should not have said it that way. He didn’t usually care for tact or how his words were interpreted, but for some reason, he didn’t want… he didn’t want her to do what almost everyone else did and just think the worst of him. It also… wasn’t entirely true. Of course, he’d meant that she didn't look well, which was obviously the case, judging from the circles under her eyes and the state of her hair, but she was still…

The thought was dangerous at best, and he shoved it to the side before he could complete it. “Sorry,” he amended. “You just… you seem tired. And thirsty.” His mouth compressed into a thinner line, and before he really thought out what he was doing, he reached up to fix her hair a bit, combing his fingers through it and forcing it to lay more neatly on her head. It was lank, missing the healthy sheen it usually had. He swallowed thickly—it made him uncomfortable, disquiet, to see her in such a state. He wanted to fix it, or help her fix it, but he wasn’t sure he knew how. “Do you need…? I mean, you could if you wanted to. I don't mind.” Was it supposed to be this strange? Were other people more cavalier about offering their blood to others? It felt like such an intimate offer to him, even though he’d been raised not to care about it. Maybe that was why—he’d been forbidden in his youth from either asking or offering, to say nothing of taking.

But… this was a way he could help her, and he cared about that more than about any of the other stupid things he’d been considering just now. Who cared if it was appropriate? He’d never let that kind of thing stop him from saying or doing as he pleased before, and he didn’t plan on that changing now. So maybe it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more honest, say one more thing he probably shouldn’t.

“I was worried about you,” he said quietly, almost as if he were ashamed to admit it. “For a while there, I didn’t know if I’d get you back from that and I…” he shook his head, belatedly realizing that he was still toying with her hair and dropping his hands to his sides. Sora swallowed past a sudden lump in his throat. “I was afraid. I don’t know what would happen if I… lost you.” There. He said it. It felt a bit like blasphemy, to admit that he was afraid of anything at all. He never had been before. He knew that this, like the hate he’d striven to avoid, was a weakness. But it was not hate he felt for her, not at all. Some part of him knew what it had to be, then, but he couldn’t make himself say it. Not yet.




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“So much pain… it’s a wonder you can’t tell just by looking.”



After thanking the friendly prefect and continuing on her way, Anastasia managed to get herself turned around somewhat in the building itself. Despite her extraordinary spatial reasoning skills, she was a fairly hopeless navigator, which tended to get her lost even in familiar places if she was without an escort of some kind. Of course, it helped that she liked being lost, because the best of adventures were usually found that way. Of course, transferring to a new school was probably enough adventure for today, and so instead of just wandering, she actually tried to get herself back on track, and peered down at the map of the grounds, trying to make sense of it.

A bell sounded, and she rounded a corner, still looking down at the paper in her hands, at least until she heard a voice. She wasn’t usually the sort of person to assume she was being referred to, but she knew that she was in the same way that she knew a lot of things that most people were not supposed to. As it would be rude to do otherwise, she looked up, at first into the greenest eyes she’d ever seen. That one had been the speaker, she could tell. There was a smile playing about his face, but she didn’t take it for genuine. Well, it wasn’t malicious or anything like that, but he used it like she used hers sometimes—to hide things. She flicked her eyes to the side quickly, then stopped for a moment, eyes a bit wide.

She was looking at what were easily the two most beautiful people she’d ever seen. It was what she expected it must be like to look at a couple of angels, if indeed such mundane words as beautiful could even be considered to apply to such people. But this was not what had frozen her in her tracks. Beauty was all well and good, and she appreciated it as much as the next person. They reminded her of works of art. Untouchable in that sense. But beyond that, all resemblance to the way she imagined angels was gone. The one with the green eyes was complicated—he felt to her sixth sense like an intricate, grand construction of clockwork and gears, with moving parts and secret mechanisms, all covered over with fascinating scrollwork and gems, as though to distract from what lay beneath it. Father Renault had told her that creatures which lived as long as vampires did were more complex than humans because of this, but she hadn’t understood how that could be until this very moment.

The silent one who stood beside him was even handsomer, if that was possible. But what struck her about him was the sadness: so deep and powerful that it was like being dragged into the ocean by the undertow, and for a moment, she was paralyzed by it, her breathing shortened as she tried to make sense of what she was feeling from him. Unbidden, her mind brushed his, just lightly, and she came away with images of fire and a woman with eyes the same color as his, and that roiling, sea-deep grief. It couldn’t have been more than five seconds that she stood there, but it was long enough to feel as though she’d drowned and died twice as many times. Shaking her head slightly, she blinked the thoughts away as best she could and smiled back. A greeting deserved another, and normal people would not have experienced what she just had. Probably best not to let on what she’d seen—she didn’t imagine it would go over well, however accidental it was, and true it would have been.

“Good afternoon,” she said pleasantly, inclining her head a little. Of course it was to be expected that she had no idea who these men were, nor of their status at the school, but somehow it didn’t surprise her when a crowd formed very quickly, though she was a bit unprepared for it, and short as she was, found herself swallowed by it quite quickly. Ah. Well then. Perhaps an actual conversation was not in the cards. It might have been nice—she suspected that the two were vampires; purebloods, if they were walking in the sunlight. She was curious if what she’d learned about them from Father Renault was true. Then again… it might have been rude to ask anyway. Probably best not to embarrass herself on her first day here by offending someone. That would just be unkind of her.

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"Sometimes, I wonder what you mean to me, and I to you."




Asuka's smile quickly faded the moment the words left Sora's mouth. She frowned, pouting her bottom lip out in the process, however; it was once again replaced by the smile. "Thanks Sora, you always know how to make me feel better," she retorted, rolling her eyes in the process as she leaned away from him. She did tap his shoulder lightly with her fist, though it would have been more forceful if she had all of her strength. Did she really look that bad? Had she really allowed herself to deteriorate so much? She glanced back at him when he continued speaking, tilting her head slightly as he apologized. She almost laughed at that, Sora, apologizing? She smiled softly, blinking a bit when his hands found their way into her hair. She did nothing to remove them, instead, closing her eyes a bit as he combed his fingers through her wispy hair.

"Always the sentimental type aren't you," she half chided, keeping her eyes closed in the process. There was something, calming about his fingers toying with her hair. It brought a sense of ease that she had missed for the last week. She opened her jade-colored eyes when Sora asked if she needed to drink, feed in this instance, stating that she could if she wanted to. She almost scoffed, but she stopped herself from doing so. She could hear his blood flowing through his veins, and to say that she wasn't tempted would have been a lie. She was thirsty, and only his blood could ever satisfy that, if only temporarily. But it was still enough for her. She leaned closer to him, taking in his scent and everything that was him.

"Thanks, Sora, but," she stated, a lump growing in her throat as she leaned closer to his neck. All she had to do was pierce his flesh and take what he was offering, however; she couldn't bring herself to do so. She had relied on him too many times before for blood, and she was afraid of what might happen if she took anymore. She wasn't afraid of what might happen to him, but what might happen to her. The first time she took his blood, she didn't want to stop. It had been intoxicating, so much that she had to force herself to stop. The second time wasn't so bad, and she was actually able to control herself that time. But a third time? "You can't keep offering yourself every time I'm in trouble," she stated, resting her head along his collar bone in the process.

That's what it always seemed like to her. Every time she was in trouble, or needed blood, he was always there to offer his own for her. Not that she didn't appreciate the gesture, she really did. But it was confusing her. These strange emotions, the satisfying quench of her thirst, it was all new to her, and Snow was being as secretive as always. Though he did tease her about it constantly, it had become somewhat of a growing irritation to her. It wasn't a bad irritation, but the fact that her familiar knew something she didn't, it was starting to take it's toll on her. She shook her head, rubbing her face against his shirt in the process as she scoffed. His final sentence, however; caused Asuka to remove herself and locked eyes with him. He was worried, about her? Afraid of losing her? She furrowed her brows and blinked in confusion.

"Sora," she started, her tone coming out a bit softer than she intended. This was precisely what she meant when she felt those strange emotions fluttering through her being. "I'm sorry you were worried, but you could never lose me. I wouldn't do that to my friends. I've said it once before, you mean a lot to me. You're the only one I have left and I need you more than anything right now," she stated, the words perhaps coming out a bit differently than she had intended, and if taken wrongly, could be misinterpreted for something else. She wasn't even sure what she meant by those words. She could feel herself twitch slightly as she sighed. Perhaps she was a little more under the weather than she thought she was.

She walked closer to Sora before wrapping her arms under his and snaking them around his shoulder's, holding him in an awkward embrace. This was always a bit awkward for the both of them, and she knew how reacted to these physical contact. The last time she gave him a hug, though, he didn't respond so tensely. "One more time then," she finally stated, coming to a decision. She would take his blood one last time, and from there on, she would do so no longer. She couldn't keep relying on him this way. What if something were to happen to him? What if he decided to just leave one day and never come back? He wouldn't be around for her. That thought alone scared her somewhat, and her arms tightened their grip around him, bringing him a little lower so that she could reach his neck properly before allowing her fangs to pierce his skin, all of her worries and scares disappearing with the sudden inflow of blood.

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|“There are times, I think that some strong force wants to see me break. However, I am already broken."|




The greeting which chimed with the passing breeze did little to earn any sort of reaction from the illustrious leader of vampires. However, this could not be the same for the eccentric caretaker, so to speak. "Good afternoon, to you too, Miss!" The ever cheerful greeting from Luke which earned some blushes from the female students who were present. Somehow, the day was brightened even more. "You must be the new student, I've heard about." It did not take long for Luke to close the distance between him and the human female with such cinnabar-colored hair. Her hair actually reminds him of a beautiful sunset. "The name is Luke." He initiated but much like that of an aristocrat of olden times. The vibrant pure-blood swiftly but gently took her hand and placed a chaste kiss at the back of her hand.

This gesture of his unwittingly earned a lot of jealous and envious thoughts and looks from the students witnessing the scene. It is a fact that Luke was rather approachable and friendly in every way that the White King was not. In this aspect, he became quite popular even more so when he could be the one seen able to communicate properly with the evanescent Ice Prince. Releasing her hand, he smiled brightly and then directed his eyes to his ward. "That sullen guy over there is Zenith." Of course, those words meant little to the Rosenkreuz pure-blood. As a matter of fact, there were no reactions of any sort. One would wonder, if he was a living entity or a life-like statue. "If you have questions don't hesitate to ask us. Speaking of which, I wonder where the prefects are... Hmmm..." This was followed by Luke's green eyes scanning through the crowd.

As for Zenith, there was a fleeting glint in those golden eyes of his. It was so brief and light that no one could have noticed it. He had taken a certain whiff. It was the mingled scent of blood and that of a prefect. He should be concerned but, the amount of blood in the air was not fatal. Rather, he already knew what was happening which further made his throat parched. Perhaps, he should take some blood pills for good measures. "My, it's good to see such courtesy." All eyes were now on the person who spoke. The students immediately greeted this person, with all of their words ending with Headmaster. Hughes smiled kindly at this and directed his attention to three people. "Good afternoon, Ms. Guillory. I hope your trip had been pleasant."

Hughes did not waste time to introduce himself and welcome the new student of the Academy. "Welcome to Cross Academy, I am the Headmaster, Hughes Jackson. I do hope you would have a wonderful time here." His eyes of onyx then glanced towards the two prominent pure-bloods of the school. Zenith did not fail not to appear completely detached while Luke remained ever so carefree in his demeanor. "Speaking of which, why not take time to learn the grounds more. There is no need to rush for classes." He noted with his ever polite and warm demeanor. Then, those eyes suddenly had a glint about an interesting thing. "Now, I think about it. Zenith can show you around the grounds."

This statement finally elicited a certain reaction from the Pure-blood king. Zenith looked at the Headmaster with his ever usual blank expression. Luke whistled at this turn of events while the students began murmuring around. It was truly enviable for the new student to be escorted by the most desired male of the Academy. "That is a good thing! Zenith here will be the best tour guide." Zenith now directed his attention to Luke who simply smiled brightly at him. At this moment, he was not certain what he was feeling. It seemed that the Headmaster and his bodyguard conspiring for what purpose, he has no idea. "No need to worry, you two will be excused for the day. Show her a good time, Zenith." Hughes stated with his professional smile and then looked at Luke. "I would need to speak with you Luke for a moment."

Luke looked at Hughes and then smiled cheerfully. "Sure, you're the boss." He then looked at Zenith and patted the pure-blood's shoulder. "Do your best, kiddo." Zenith was starting to believe it would have been better to have not asked this man's help. However, he did have no choice on the matter. It was a far better option than allowing those people near him again. He could not have that ever again. He was darkness and the light should stay away from him. It was also the same with this girl, they had forced into his hand. “I understand." It was his brief answer as he walked towards the one now known to him as Ms. Guillory.

“I am Zenith Kline Rosenkreuz. It is a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Guillory." The words rolled out his lips with that beautiful baritone voice of his. It was smooth and tangible like velvet silk. His eyes of gold only focused on her and nothing else mattered. Somehow, this kind of encounter reminded him of the same moment with Yamazaki. There was a wave of sadness which entered him, yet it was not seen anything on the outside. He remained stoic and politely indifferent. After introductions, he walked ahead of the girl but not before looking over to her. “Let us begin." He stated in that cool and collected tone of his in which the students around them were swooning. It was very rare to hear Zenith speak which makes his voice itself dreamy. Although for the pure-blood, he could not see anything special about it.

As for the two who had set-up such an event, Hughes was already leading the way back to his office with Luke trailing behind. He was not sure it was the best idea to have Zenith in such a situation with the new student. However, it would be good for him for a change in scenery. Furthermore, it would be good to have something to distract the kid, especially with that faint scent drifting in the wind. Really, high school was truly a complicated place especially in the hands of a certain Headmaster. "So, what do you want to talk about." Hughes shrugged his shoulders and then opened the doors to his office. "The Queen."

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“I have this feeling that you haven’t looked at the world and seen anything beautiful in a very long time. Such a crime it would be, if the ugly world lost you.”



He frowned slightly when it sounded like she was going to refuse. Why couldn’t he keep offering? He wanted to, and it was clear she needed something—whether she was making the attempt or not, the pills didn’t seem to be doing anything for her anymore. He had no idea why, but the important part was that he could help, and she didn’t seem to understand that nothing was going to stop him from doing that. He’d never been like that, really, or at least it was a side of himself that he’d shown to precious few people. Precious. That was part of it—she was, somehow, precious to him. It was not exactly a new thought; he’d had it before, but this time it carried the flavor of a revelation, as though he hadn’t fully understood it before. Sachiko and Kaede mattered to him, they were important in his life, but they were not like Asuka. This was something else.

The sound of his own name, softly spoke him, brought him back to the present, and her words warmed him somehow, spreading from some point in his chest through his limbs, and this, too was hers. Something only she did or could do. He only stiffened for the barest moment when she put her arms around him—instinct was hard to kill, and he still did not like the feeling of being trapped, but it took him only a moment to relax. He wasn’t trapped, after all—or if he was, the snare was of his own making as well as hers. He shouldn’t allow this. Everything in his training warned against allowing anyone this close, because anyone at any time could be an enemy.

But not her.

He didn’t know how he knew that, but he did. And he couldn't bring himself to doubt it, doubt her, the consequences be damned. The sharp pricking of her teeth on his neck came and went, and he shifted slightly, wrapping one arm around her waist and using the other to clasp one of her hands, moving it around so that her palm was splayed over the center of his chest, where his heart was beating much more quickly than it should be. He wanted her to know that, for some reason, that she could do that to him.

His wound closed when she was done, smoothing out as though it had never been there at all, and he had the absurd thought that he wished it would leave a mark that would last a little longer. He didn’t loosen his grip, though, and buried his nose in the place where her neck met her shoulder. Sora wasn’t really sure what possessed him to do it, nor what possessed him to shift so that his mouth was there instead, right over the same artery she’d just punctured on him. He could hear it, the way her blood rushed through that vein there. He could feel it. “Promise me,” he said, and his tone was roughened with some emotion he could not place, but the word was murmured tenderly into her skin. “Promise me you won't leave me.”

He couldn’t help but need the confirmation. Everything in his life that he ever loved left him, usually in death. It drove him in conflicting directions. One part of him wanted to hold on to what he had so tightly that he crushed it, so that it couldn’t leave, not ever. The other wished for no holds at all, no bonds, no attachments, no weaknesses. Neither would do here—it was too late not to get attached, if the way he shook, just a little, as he held her was any indication. And he would not crush her. He would not be the reason she suffered. They had both suffered enough for a lifetime, for an eternity. He would not add to her suffering. He would only ever allow himself to take it away. But he couldn’t maintain an attachment that had nothing of substance to it. He just wasn’t that kind of person, and right now, he needed the confirmation that he was making the right decision here.

Because if he wasn’t—if he allowed himself to admit to what feeling bloomed inside his chest and then she left or was taken away—it would kill him.




She was rather surprised that anyone had heard about her at all. Were transfer students to this place really so rare? It seemed a very strange thing, for someone who was obviously so well-liked to keep track of such small happenings. Then again… maybe it was meticulous attention to detail that made him so well-liked. She doubted someone like him ever forgot a name or a face, and sometimes, the easiest way to make someone feel special was to remember a tidbit or a detail that they didn’t even remember giving away. The rather antiquated form of greeting made her smile, something almost a laugh escaping her, but not a mocking one. It was a small sound caught between delight and amusement, more like. She shook her head just faintly, and because she knew how, dropped into a polite curtsey by way of return.

Luke. And Zenith. What an interesting study in contrast they were. Ana picked up on the obvious jealousy she was the target of and almost sighed through her nose. She didn’t take it as hostile, really; she would just be another student tomorrow. It was only a sign of how beloved these two were, something which she wondered about a little but chose not to dwell upon. Presumably, nobody else saw what she did when she looked at them, else they might have been more confused than anything, as she was. She was about to speak and properly introduce herself in return when a new voice spoke out, and she glanced up to meet glittering black eyes. This man conducted himself with both dignity and pleasantness, but there was something… else. There were too many other people around for her to get a clear read on what, but she knew he was the Headmaster before he said he was. There was just something about him that was very… suited to it.

She lost her second opportunity to properly give her name when the headmaster suggested that she take the day to explore the grounds. She personally thought this was a wonderful idea—she was interested in seeing if there were any gardens about that she might tend in her free time, or plant if there were no existing such places, but she wasn’t so sure that Zenith wanted to be responsible for ushering the new student around everywhere. She imagined it would probably be tedious. Trying to spare him the labor she held up a hand. “Surely, that’s really unnecessary,” she started, but Luke was apparently in favor of the idea, though she had to admit she questioned his motives there. She wouldn’t put it past him to want to make his incredibly-stoic-looking friend uncomfortable or inconvenienced in some way.

But apparently, the silent man himself decided that he’d do it, because he spoke to her himself thereafter, and she was helpless to refuse now. It would just be rude, and she was many things, but never rude. At least not on purpose. Glancing around at some of the other students and observing their rather hopelessly lovestruck behavior, she raised an eyebrow, but then smiled up at him kindly. It faltered slightly when she was hit with another wave of sadness, this one less… overwhelming than the last, and different in character, but still enough to produce a sympathetic ache in her heart. “Après toi, le deluge,” she whispered in her native tongue, almost without being quite aware that she’d done it. In one way, it was the perfect description of the impressions she was getting. Just how much had he suffered, to wear a face like that all the time? How many people looked at it and were convinced? Was he convinced? She recovered, though, and nodded simply. “All right. Thank you.”

She fell into step half a pace behind him and to the side, her fingers idly pressing at her sternum, as though the heartache could be removed just by trying to soothe it that way. It wasn’t even her heartache. At least, not entirely. She would admit that other people’s sadness tended to make her sad as well, but the impressions she received from people were usually not so strong, not unless she was trying to see more of them. With those two, and him especially, she had no choice in the matter. “You don't have to stay long, if you have other things to do,” she said, when they were out of earshot of everyone else. “I think I know enough to recognize someone being pressured into a situation when I see it. He’s very subtle, your friend Luke.”

It struck her again as they walked, how beautiful the grounds were. Most of them were simply green grassy fields, but there were also an abundance of trees, largely flowering fruit trees, their arbors spread to catch the incoming light of the sun. They came in confluences of jade and emerald and every shade of green in between, yellowed faintly by the light. A breeze stirred the grass like a great, rippling ocean of it, sending little white motes of pollen up and away into the sky. She chanced a glance at Zenith, but he seemed unmoved. She couldn’t help but think that such a thing was a tragedy on its own. When the simplest, most innocently-beautiful things in life could no longer move you, how much were you still alive at all? Maybe it was different for… should she ask?

Maybe it was rude, but she would try not to be. “Don’t answer if it’s an offensive question or something,” she prefaced carefully, still looking around at the scenery, “but… you’re a vampire, aren’t you?” She paused, spotting a flower that was nearly entirely uprooted from the grass beneath it. A little lily, from the looks of it. It wouldn't live another few days, cut off from the soil like it was. She frowned slightly, then plucked it from the ground with care, rolling the slightly-wilted stem between her fingers. Poor thing. “My father would have used the old word ‘daywalker,’ I think, but here it’s… pureblood?”

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"A promise such as that is something I cannot make, but even still, you make me want to."




She could hear the beating of his heart as she took his blood. It was a soothing rhythm to her, however; it was beating a bit faster, and she almost smiled against his neck. She could feel her own heartbeat pick up when he placed her hand against his chest, the sound being confirmed by the feeling of his heart against her hand. She released his neck, satisfied that she no longer hungered for anything, and leaned against him as his head lolled between her own neck. She could feel the trickle of his breath against her skin, and it sent shivers down her back. She, however, frowned slightly and a bit confused. Promise? She sighed softly, remaining where she was and leaned a bit further into him.

"Sora," she began, almost afraid to continue what she wanted, needed, to say. "If I promised you that I wouldn't leave you, I would be making a false promise," she continued, her words coming out softly. It was true, in a sense. She couldn't promise that she wouldn't leave him. "I do not want to leave you Sora, trust me when I say that, but," she paused once more. She sighed as a thought ran through her mind. Perhaps, in a way, she could promise him that. It wouldn't be easy, and she was prepared for that, but Sora meant too much to her to not try. Shaking her head softly, she laid her head against his chest as she was a bit shorter than him. She released a slow breath through her nose as she continued to roll his words around in her mind.

"I'll promise you if you promise me that you won't starve yourself any longer, that you'll let me help you," she stated, turning her head so that she could stare him in his eyes. "I do not want you to be like that any longer. I," she paused, biting her bottom lip softly as to not draw blood. "I care about you in ways I do not know how to explain, and if I lost you," she confessed as she glanced away. If she lost him, she wasn't sure what would become of her. Losing Haruka had an impact on her as much as losing her cousin and her uncle had, however; losing Sora would devastate her. He was important to her in ways that she couldn't understand, though she had an inclination as to what it was.

That thought, though, scared her. Would she allow herself something like that? After all that has happened, could she afford to make that strong of an attachment? She didn't want to, because she was afraid. Afraid of losing those she had come to love, like she did Haruka, Hayate, and her uncle. She moved her arms so that she was once again holding him in an embrace, and her fear was evident when she clutched tightly to him. After all they had been through together, Asuka had felt something within her that she had tried desperately to ignore. There was no use in ignoring it now, because she couldn't. With Haruka's death, she had wanted to distance herself from her remaining friends. He, however, made that difficult to do. He had come to her, trying to console her, and it was too hard to push him away.

"I think my world would end if I lost you, Sora," she continued. "You are the only one I have left, keeping me anchored here," she finished, her grip tightening against him in the process. If she kept tightening her grip, she might break him in half. That thought caused her to scoff a bit. As if she could ever be that strong. "So, I promise I will not leave you, if you promise that I can help you."

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The words which left her lips. It was of a different dialect, he had heard of it before. This girl seemed perceptive about something or even someone. If that was so, it would be good for her to steer away from the dangers enclosed in this Academy. However for now, he knew that no harm will come to her. It is something he would ensure while in his company and him serving as a reluctant tour guide. “Vous mieux être préparé." He softly answered that whimsical reaction of hers. There is truth in that statement of his. As of now, everything was still clouded in the haze of terrifying smoke. She may be an innocent, yet there are still chances, she might get involved in matters she does not understand. Turning his back towards her, he lead the way. He had no idea where to go exactly, but the gardens would be a good place.

Consideration. Zenith now was certain this girl can see things in a different way. Pressured... He will not use the word to describe what happened earlier. Yet, it did perfectly fit his current situation. However, it was not because of it being tedious or him about to do other things. The fact, he did not want anyone to perceive that there is a connection to be sought after when there is none to begin with. He truly do not want to drag anyone else into the abyss with him. As such, he was very hesitant in accompanying her, this Ms. Guillory. Judging by her demeanor, she was someone not meant for the darkness. Frankly, he wanted to keep it that way. Then again, he could not simply reject it. In the end... “I always do what I want." He started without glancing to his companion. There were also no indication of any emotions upon his face. He was as stoic and indifferent as ever. “So, please erase such concerns, Ms. Guillory."

Like that, he continued with his pace unchanged. It would not be long before they reached the gardens. From there, he could inquire what she would like to see next. It would seem he would not need to worry about his classes for now. At the same time, this was a pleasant change in his itinerary. Nature had always been a conducive comforting element to him. Of course, it was not openly shown or declared by him in any form. Yet deep inside, he does see its beauty in his own way of perception. It is why he had chosen to spend time outdoors when ever possible. At the very least, it gave him a sense of freedom. Even though, it was nothing more but a vague representation of an illusion. It was still pleasant to him enough.

Then, there was the impending question. There was no falter in his steps. Yet, he had come to a halt the exact time she had done so. This human girl seemed to know more about the world than she appears to. Slowly, he faced the girl. He watched her gently plucked the lily from the ground. She said something about her father. Her knowledge might have come from that person. Could it be from the Association? Or someone who has been involved with his kind in some way? Either way, the query had already been thrown to his way. His eyes of gold did not reveal anything. He remained unmoved, undisturbed. “I am." Short and crisp as always. His tone did not betray any sense of fear or doubt. It was coldly calm.

He walked towards her and then gazed at the lily in her hand. Then, he took it away from her grasp. In an instant, the lily was nothing but a memory as it wilted at an astonishing rate and became nothing more but a dry husk. A passing breeze came which broke the husk into dust while carrying the scent of roses. Yes, the scent uniquely from the Rosenkreuz Pure-blood. “Are you afraid." It was more of a statement than question from the manner it left his lips. is eyes were now once more on her face. He would not blame her if she ran away or declare that he was scary. If she did, it would mean he had done his job correctly. No matter how enticing. No matter how gentle. No matter how harmless. His kind will always be a threat, a danger, a monster. Moreover him, he who rules over them, he who had done such a heinous deed a year and half ago in this very grounds.

“Now, what do you want to do." Zenith had revealed what he is and even demonstrated what he could possibly do. She should know well that her being a human could do little harm against him. If her father truly did share knowledge about vampires, she must be well-aware of the monstrosity inside them, inside him. He stepped away from her. His face remained immovable and unchanging. There were also no changes in his tone nor demeanor. “You can leave to safety." Actually, he wanted her to go. That way, she would be spared from the sad and horrible things. He did not want what happened to Yamazaki be repeated. Yes, she should ran away. She should be scared of him and stay away, just like the others.

With that said, Zenith turned his back to her once more and began walking away. He was certain that the human girl would leave him. It was what he wanted. It was what is best. It was what he had done every time any attempts of a connection be established with him. He nips it at the root. But if one would look at the back of his, it was strong, dependable, and without hesitation. Yet if one could really see through that, he looked so alone, so sad, so broken, crying all the time. Yes, that is what he is even if he does not know it himself.

"I'm sorry... I can't make him stop crying..."

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“There really isn’t any going back… but I don’t want to, anymore.”



A false promise. He knew that. Nothing lasted, and everything was eventually destroyed, the good things most of all. But he’d wanted to hear it all the same, to take that much succor from someone else’s simply being alive, and caring about him of all people enough to say it, even past all the doubt and all the possibilities of failure. But it must have been unfair of him to ask that. He was a selfish person, after all, and there was no longer any denying that. He’d once thought he'd be content with keeping his distance, staying away from all others, until such point as he could use him self up in pursuit of a goal. For the sake of someone else. He’d fooled himself thinking that his revenge would ever satisfy him, but he’d allowed his use for the end all the same.

But he couldn't do that anymore. There were too many things that he wanted now, things that precluded him from simply being a knife in someone else’s hand. Could he accept this about himself? The answer remained to be seen. Perhaps…

Asuka was not done speaking, though, and for a distant moment, he wondered what they would be like, if this world were not such an ugly place. Would they still be as they were? Or would their closeness have ended before it ever became closeness at all? Would they simply be two students, ordinary as they could be, passing occasionally in the hall, exchanging barbs from time to time? Would she be the violinist that he didn’t know the identity of? Would he content himself with the music, or would he have never been drawn to it at all, the way the more mournful pieces seemed to reflect something of his own soul back at him?

His eyes closed as her grip tightened around him, and his lips quirked into a smile. “I’d be stupid if I insisted on helping you without ever letting you help me,” he said, which was rather a way of admitting he had been stupid. His pride had kept him from this for longer than it should have, but he was beginning to see that his pride didn’t matter at all. Not next to her. His canines extended, and he waited for just a moment, hovering above that juncture in her flesh that so fascinated him, giving her one last chance to back out, to refuse, to insist that it had been a mistake. But she did not, and it was with an exhale that was almost relieved that he sank his teeth into that tender flesh.

It was not something that he’d ever learned how to do, but in this as in many other things, instinct guided him, and he let it. Having tasted actual blood only seldom in his lifetime, and that usually his own in the heat of a fight, the taste of it was almost overwhelming to his senses: stronger and more compelling than he remembered it. The temptation to overindulge was great, especially when more of her memories, pieces of her that he had not yet encountered, began to flit over the surface of his mind. He wanted to know her, and this was one sure way to do that, to understand what of herself that it was hard to ask for or put into words. But he knew restraint—it was his oldest lesson, and so he pulled back a little, passing his tongue over the wound as it closed and leaning back. His eyes, normally black as the void, were twin rubies in that moment, faintly aglow, and they bored into hers with some new understanding that he hadn’t had before. It was strange, but also exhilarating, and seemed to coax some kind of adrenaline response in him.

He wanted to kiss her. Ordinarily, this thought would never have translated into action, because restraint was something of a specialty of his, but now, flooded with sensations that he had no immunity against and no experience with, he faltered in that restraint. Even so, when he slanted his mouth over hers, the touch was as gentle as he knew how to make it, tender rather than demanding, though not from hesitation. He had certainly not hesitated.




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“I know how small I am, in the grand scheme of things. But sometimes, all it takes is a tiny stone to alter the flow of a river.”



She watched the flower crumble away into ash, turning to watch the dust float away on the wind. She lifted a hand for a moment, the soft substance teasing her pale fingers as it passed through them. She smiled wistfully. Father Renault was like that now… ash on the wind. “Such a shame.” But… she wasn’t talking about the flower, or her father. All things left this world in their time, and death was nothing to pity. Only the living needed concern. Strange, that ash should smell the faintest bit like roses, never mind that it had come from a different flower entirely. She assumed it had something to do with the magic he’d worked on it. It seemed that he had some connection to the dominion of death or spirits, which wasn’t something she’d known to associate with vampires, exactly. Well, perhaps it was simply a unique property of his.

She turned back to him when he spoke, though, pushing back a few strands of hair that had chased the ash on the breeze as far as they could go, licking at the air like flames. His question struck her as the wrong one, somehow. Fear and bravery were not the terms in which she understood the world. There were only the things that one was willing to accept as part of the weave of fate, and things that one strove to fight against. She didn’t answer at first, and then he spoke again, informing her that she was free do what she wanted to do. Safety… now, there was an illusion if she’d ever known one. It was almost… amusing, the way he said it. If there was something in this world really out to get her, fleeing wouldn’t stop it. If she was to get hurt or die, she would never want to do it hiding someplace she thought was safe. Nothing, nobody was safe. Human beings killed and hurt each other all the time, with no help from anything or anyone else. She did not assume that anyone else was different. Everything was a risk. Life was about choosing which ones you wanted to take.

She watched his retreating back for a moment, and she knew that he thought he was doing her a kindness, this way. Whatever had hurt him had done so deeply, and it was not done with him yet—she could feel that much. Clasping her hands in front of her, Ana made her decision. “What would you say, if I told you I wasn’t?” she asked, taking a few steps forward. “If I told you that I’d felt the darkness looming over this place before I ever came here and chose to come anyway? If I said that there is no safety, and that I wouldn’t want it if there were?” She caught up with him, this time walking directly by his side, but far enough away not to invade his personal space.

“What if I told you that my name wasn’t ‘Ms. Guillory,’ that it was Anastasia, and that what I wanted to do was continue the tour?” She paused, then shrugged, smiling a bit to herself. “You said you always do what you want, so what do you want to do now?” She knew that there was a very real possibility he’d just leave her there, but if he did, she wanted it to be a choice he made, not one of hers. Maybe she was being pushy, maybe it was none of her business, but she’d been raised to care about people, and to help them, and to understand that sometimes, it was the little things that mattered. If what he said was true, if he really always did do what he wanted, then that meant there was some reason he was here. Maybe he just needed a break from everything at school, maybe it has something to do with that deep, dark sadness in him, but whatever the case, he’d chosen to be here. She wasn’t going to throw that back in his face by leaving; it would just be wrong.

“If you don't mind staying, I think I’d like to know where your favorite place is, on the campus.”

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"But right now, there is no place I'd rather be...than beside you."




Warmth.

That is what she felt at this very moment, spreading through her limbs towards her heart. She felt it clench, but not because she hurt. It felt as if there was a butterfly fluttering around in her heart, and it was a pleasant feeling. She could hear Snow laughing in the back of her mind as she closed the link, still listening to his voice echoing through. Something about Sora's words caused her to feel as if everything was alright, that there could be nothing wrong with the world, as twisted and demented as it was. That everything that had happened to them, everything they have been through, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered to her at all, just the boy in her arms, the vampire whom she had come to be fond of. Some part of her wondered if they would have ever been this way in the first place.

The only reason she knew Sora to begin with was because of their occasional banters, their arguments. And the only reason they were close was because of the events that happened. Would she have cared this much about him if those events never happened? Would she still feel the satisfied feeling of her thirst because of his blood? Would he have even offered? So many questions that held no answer, ran through her mind, however; they were all chased away when his fangs caressed her neck. She could hear the soft poke of her flesh, the popping noise it made when he pierced her. She tensed slightly before allowing her body to relax, smiling in the process.

"You've always been an idiot, Sora," she finally responded, smiling and adjusting herself so that it was more comfortable for the both of them. "But I promise, I will never leave you. I will remain with you for as long as I can...I" she paused in her words as he released himself, her wound closing almost instantly. He stared at her, her own jade eyes staring back into his ruby ones. There was something behind his eyes, something she couldn't quite place. It caused her heart to pick up its pace, beating faster. It felt as if she couldn't breathe, that she was suffocating on some unknown force, but it wasn't unpleasant, not in the slightest. She opened her mouth to say something, however; she couldn't find the words, her mind drawing a blank as his mouth covered hers.

She had kissed him once, technically twice, before, but this was different. There was a touch of gentleness to his, and somehow, she wanted more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning further into it. She responded to it, deepening it as much as she could with a certain kind of hunger that she couldn't explain. Her hands found their way to the back of his head, pushing their faces closer together. The feeling spreading through her, it was like a carnal desire to consume the one she had, the one her lips were connected to. She felt exposed, open, and she didn't care. He had taken her blood, understood something that she was scared of sharing with anyone else, and had accepted her still. She understood the feeling a lot stronger now, but there was still a bit of hesitance.

What would become of them now? She couldn't go back, not now, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. All she wanted now, was to remain here in his arms, in his embrace, in his possession. It was a foreign feeling, and it scared her somewhat. It was evident in the kiss they shared as it became more possessive, hungering for more, yet, there was still a hint of hesitance, a hint of fear. She promised that she wouldn't leave him, that she would be with him, but how much longer would she be able to? Anything could happen to them within the next few seconds, days, weeks. Nothing was for certain, only that anything can and will happen. But then, somehow, he managed to chase away those thoughts by simply being here with her. If possible, she deepened their kiss even more, closing any remaining distance between them so that they were pressed tightly against each other, consequences be damned and thrown to the wind.

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|“Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.”|




This was completely unexpected. If it was possible for Zenith to show surprise, he would. His conclusion was that the human will stay away from him after such statements. Instead, the girl had called out to him. She inquired what he would do, if she would not leave. He stopped from his tracks. However, he did not look behind him. Various answers filled his head. What would he do, if she does not leave? He would have done nothing. It was never in his nature to force or to coerce anyone beyond their own will. For his part, he would simply avoid her as much as possible. It would do her no good to be near him or even establish a connection with him. Even more now, he is a target and every one wanted to end his existence for many reasons. He did not want her to be involved in that or anyone else for that matter.

She continued on and soon, he felt her presence beside him. The Rosenkreuz pure blood was silent and still in his position. His eyes did not glance at her and remained looking in front of him. This girl did not care for the terrible consequences which would befall her if she was dragged into this abyssal world of night. Zenith was not certain what to think of this human girl. Was she brave? Was she foolish? Was she someone who did not care for either way? There was a time like this when he had told Yamazaki to stay away. The girl distanced herself from him which he had intended. Although, she had been rooted to this dark world before his revelation. Now, she was gone to a place where no one can reach. He wished her happiness. This is what he really hoped for. However, it seemed his wishes were not enough in the end.

Disturbing his inner soliloquy, Zenith finally looked at the human girl beside her. She stated her name was not Ms. Guillory but Anastasia. It seemed she wanted her to be addressed as such. Furthermore, she wanted to continue the tour. She had also asked him what he wanted to do which mirrored his words earlier. That is correct. He always had done what he willed, never ordered, never pressured by anyone. So, what will he do indeed. Usually, people would disperse from his side from the moment he told them to do so. They would be put off by his cold and emotionless treatment. There were some who would try to stay at first, but then would give up. Yes, just like them... In the end, he was alone which he truly preferred. However, this girl was different. She reminded him of Luke due to her somewhat straightforward manner. Still, it made him wonder if she would also give up in the end.

Soon, she ended her statement by asking him to take her to his favorite spot. Given, he would not mind staying by her side. There was a very noticeable long silence from Zenith. Yet, his face was still completely vacant of any known emotions. His eyes of gold did not reveal any of his thoughts nor opinion of what she had declared to him. As such, the silence hanged in the air as he continued to look at the human girl with a hair of burning flames. However looking at it now, it was more like the color of sunset. It reminded him of his house, the Land of Roses. There was a pleasant familiarity. “Then if you would be fine with my company...” He started as his words echoed with its usual monotone while he offered his hand to her. A gesture which seemed archaic and polite. “I would take you to a place that is my sanctuary, Ms. Guillory.” He only call someone by name only by a certain level of relationship. Actually, the only one he calls by their first names are Luke, Alice, and his sister, Amalthea.

Whether she took his hand or not, he continued leading the way. For now, he will play his part as a tour guide. He did take that responsibility. The place he brought her was a place barely known. It was rather untouched and held a magical quality to its atmosphere. Zenith lead her to the middle of the curved bridge as pink petals drifted around them like rain. This area was his sanctuary. No one had come to this place except for those he had accompanied here once. Even then, he does not take lightly to other people trampling this place. He usually stay in this area for meditation or just the feeling of wanting to be far from everyone and everything. A place where nothing exists around him, but the ones he only wished to be.

Zenith released her hand and went towards a patch of wild flowers. They had been taken care of by him personally. In the destruction of this Academy before, he had managed to left this place unharmed. Due to that, the plants and flowers he had tended remained lively and beautiful. As such, he would always visit this place to take care this sanctuary of his in peace. Lowering himself to the ground, he gently touched one of the flowers in the patch. As if, he had done something. The said flower seemed to bloom more wonderfully than ever. It was followed by the other flowers as if saying they were happy to have him visit them. Of course, he did nothing out of the ordinary as he was satisfied with what he saw. Standing once more, he was covered lightly by the pink petals in which he caught one in his hand.

“This tree never stopped blooming.” Zenith implied about the lone cherry blossoms tree which never failed to bloom new flowers every time. It was rather odd but, also rather enchanting in a sense. He then released the petal he caught into the passing breeze. His eyes followed the floating petal until was out of his line of sight. It was only then, he turned to look at Guillory, or rather Anastasia. He then walked towards her and without hesitation crossed the private space between them. His face was dangerous closed to hers. However, he only meant to catch a petal about to land on his face. “Pink suits you.” He noted as the color contrasted her hair. Pulling away from her, their distance were restored as he released the petal once more. “Do you have any other requests, Ms. Guillory.” Stoic and indifferent as ever.

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“You’re amazing, you know that?”



It was she that shifted the nature of their embrace, and he found that he did not mind this. She had changed so much of the rest of him, shaken him right off his foundations of pride and duty and vengeance, and he’d been content to let her, knowing that he’d been looking for an excuse to step off that path all along. She’d given him one—he needed to do it to protect her, his friend. He’d needed to become more than he used to be for her sake.

This was no longer that: he wasn’t changing because she was his friend. He did not respond to the aggression in the way she kissed him with something just as heated, just as devouring, because she was his friend. And he certainly did not nip at her lower lip and slide his tongue along hers because they were friends. Sora had, after all, had friends before, however few they were. But this was not something that he’d ever had cause to do, and frankly he was starting to wonder what had taken him so long, because there was something about it that called to the same primal part of him as the hunt. Only that was not so heated, so blistering and mind-blanking as this. He was not unable to think of anything else when he hunted, even if the razor focus, the way each sensation seemed magnified, was similar.

He wanted her. In a way he’d never wanted anyone else before. The thought wasn’t as startling as he expected it to be—rather, it was like several more pieces of this puzzle that was what they were to each other, sliding into place, and locking there. He wondered if she knew, that with every breath they exchanged, every small noise, she was just engraving her name onto the thing that beat between his lungs. He’d never had another use for it—she could have it if she wanted it, but he didn’t know how to say this. In all the things he had learned, in every bit of information he’d been taught or experienced or picked up by instinct alone, there was nothing for that feeling. So for the moment, he allowed himself to revel in that which instinct did provide a guide for.

Slowly, he backed them up into the nearest tree, pinning her there with his superior weight. Only then did he part to allow them both air, sensing that she might need it. He wasn’t unaffected himself, and his breathing was shortened, his heart still thundering away as though he’d run for days, only there wasn’t even the faintest trace of fatigue, just more adrenaline. She’d been saying something, and for some reason, now that he could think in decent intervals again, he wanted to know how the sentence finished. “You… what?” he asked, a slow smile overtaking his face. It was mischief and lightness and something so very unlike what he would usually wear that it surprised even him. But he felt… lighter, here. Now, with her, like the troubles that waited for them at every turn were that much further away.

Her answer wasn’t quick enough in coming for his taste, so he decided that there were other, much better ways to persuade her to speak. If her response earlier was any indication, she was enjoying this just as much as he was, and it couldn’t really be considered torture if it was enjoyable, could it? “You should tell me,” he murmured lowly. “I’m trained in interrogation, you know.” It was a playful threat if ever there was one, and he bit gently at the shell of her ear, trailing a line of kisses down her throat to her shoulder.




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“I'm quite sure I've never met anyone like you before.”



Well, small steps, right? She honestly wasn’t sure whether she’d expected him to use her given name or not, but she wasn’t put off that he didn’t. After all, some people were just more formal, and it wasn’t as though they were friends. Still, whatever his reasons, it was nice of him to do this, though she wasn’t really sure why he prefaced it the way he did. If she’d minded his company, why would she have asked? Such an unusual thing to say. Nevertheless, she accepted his arm with a friendly smile, weaving hers through his as the old custom dictated, so that her palm rested only lightly on his forearm. Her father had been rather old-fashioned himself, so she knew all sorts of odd things like this.

She didn’t find the silence all that awkward, and so there was no need to make needless conversation as they walked, and she chose to enjoy the sunlight on her face and the breeze toying with her hair. There were some days when she could just look out at the world and be glad to be in it, darkness or no. Today seemed to be shaping up to be one of those days, and that was good. It had been hard, when her father died not too long before she was due to take her plane to Cross. She’d almost canceled her plans. But in the end, she’d come, knowing that there was really no place for her in France anymore. It was time to find another place, another way to be. Never an easy task, but a worthwhile one all the same.

This place, though… it really did deserve the name sanctuary. It felt like a little piece of paradise on earth. She was actually a little surprised that he’d share it with anyone, let alone her, but then, she had asked to be here, hadn’t she? Perhaps it was only that nobody else had asked. Or maybe all of his friends knew it was here… though that seemed a bit… odd, to say. He released her hand, but that was fine—she was honestly too in awe of the beautiful plants to really notice it. Taking a few slow steps forward off the bridge, she held her hands out to her sides and turned a slow circle in the midst of the falling petals, utterly unconcerned with the fact that she probably looked silly. It was so beautiful, truly.

Her attention was drawn when he knelt by a bed of flowers, and the way they bloomed at a touch made her wonder if, like so many other things, what he’d been able to do to the lily had another side. She was no mean gardener herself, but she doubted very much anything she would ever try to grow would look like this. She couldn’t stifle a quiet laugh at the fact that it seemed to be snowing petals on him, as though they were magnetized in his direction. It was such an odd picture, given how little his face betrayed. Nothing, if she were being honest, but that didn’t stop her from reading things into it, because that was her nature.

The rather sudden closure of the gap between them made her blink in surprise—no, there were no imperfections in him even this close. It was like someone had carved him out of light and snow. That close, even her human nose could pick up on the fact that he smelled like flowers, subtly different from the ones around here. Roses, if she knew her botany, and she did. What a curious kind of person he was. She raised a brow slightly at his comment about pink, wondering if perhaps he was pointing out the fact that she was blushing very slightly, but then she saw the petal he’d caught, and understood the meaning. “You think so?” she asked with some mild hint of confusion, picking another petal out of the silk threads of her hair and scrutinizing it. She wasn’t so sure, herself, but then, it was an idle comment. No need to give it meaning it did not have.

Any other requests? She tipped her head to one side, raising an index finger to her chin. The look of thoughtfulness that crossed her face was a bit exaggerated, and intentionally so. She even drew out a “Hmm…” just because she felt like it. She wondered if he ever felt lighthearted. Probably not—he seemed weighed down by something that could not be touched. Not by her, probably not even by himself.

There were a lot of requests she could have made. Some of them serious, some of them silly. She was curious what it would look like if he smiled. She wanted to know what had made him so sad. She might even want to see some of the other things on the grounds. But in the end, Anastasia didn’t ask for any of these things. “I request,” she said quietly, staring him dead in the eye without fear or hesitation, “That you don’t give up. You aren’t what you show yourself to be, Zenith, and that’s none of my business, really. But… I just think it would be awfully tragic, if you were sad forever.”

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"Like the spring flowers blooming, this is all your doing. And I won't regret saying it."




Her fervored actions were matched by his own, and there was something that shifted through her heart that caused it to beat irrationally against her, as if it would burst through her chest if it beat any faster. It was something, a feeling she could get used to, and for a moment, it felt as if they were the only two in the world. Even now, as he nipped her lip, invaded her mouth, it still felt as if they were the only two there, that everything that had happened had just been a nightmare. A dream that they had woken up from in this current moment. That there had been no others, that the people who existed were merely just figments of her imagination.

She felt him push the both of them towards a tree, trapping her between it and him. Not that she cared, she'd allow him to do whatever he wanted at the moment. He was the only thing on her mind, the only thing she wanted, the only one she wanted. And when he pulled back, allowing them some air to breathe, her lungs burning for it, she furrowed her brows disappointingly. She had tried to remain on his lips, but they both needed air, and she wasn't going to deny her lungs the much needed breath. She was brought back to reality when he finally spoke, breaking the silence that had only been filled by the small noises they were previously making. She what? Her mind was clouded in a haze of emotions that she tilted her head in confusion slightly, until it clicked.

She was going to say something to him before the kiss, and she glanced away a bit nervously. She was going to tell him that, what she had felt, what she had always felt, but was too afraid to admit to. Asuka glanced back in time to see the slow smile pull at his lips as he continued his questioning. Her face turned a light pink at what he said, however; a smile tugged at her own lips. Tapping her chin in a thoughtful manner, she tilted her head up towards the sky. A shiver went down her spine when he nipped at the shell of her ear and trailed kisses down her neck. It was so hard to concentrate when he did that, and she was tempted to just take his mouth once more, however; she restrained herself, instead allowing a sly smile to tug at her lips.

"I'm afraid I wouldn't be very cooperative if you are. See, I was trained to be resilient, even under interrogations," she replied, a hint of playfulness laced in her tone. Her eyes, however, turned serious, hardening for just a second as she pulled his face into her hands, forcing their eyes to lock. Even now, she could feel the lump in her throat growing ever stronger, deeper, suffocating her. She was aware of what she was feeling now, so very aware of it that she almost did tell him that. But now, here he was asking what she wanted to say, and she was afraid she couldn't deny it any longer. She didn't want to form this bond, but it wasn't her choice. Her heart had lead her this way, and there was no going back now. Swallowing thickly, she closed her eyes for a second, bringing his face to hers once more.

Their lips connected, this time, softer than the first time, displaying the hesitance she was at speaking those words. She released him and laid her forehead against his, trying to still the rapid pace of her heart until it was an even rhythm. She inhaled softly through her nose, taking in his scent, taking in everything that was him. The butterflies in her stomach settled as she finally steeled her nerves. "You know that I've told you that you are important to me, that I cared for you in ways I couldn't explain," she began, her voice a mere whisper at first. She turned so that she was now staring into the abyss of his eyes, their foreheads still touching, her hands still cupping his cheeks.

"I didn't understand it at first, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to," she began, her concentration still focused on him. "There was nothing in this place that had ever caused me to feel the way I do now, you are the only one who does so," she continued, pausing once more, glancing down before returning her focus to him. "Snow figured it out before I even did, and it is understandable now," she paused again, a slight hiccup forming in her sentence. "Sora...I," If she told him this now, there would be no going back. Whatever they were now, there would be no going back to what they were before. There was only them, here and now. There was only him. Damn it all, what was the point in being cautious now?

"I love you."

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|“They say that life throws a curve ball. I believe I understand now what they meant...”|




It is truly official. This girl was different from many others, he had encountered. She seemed unmindful of what he is or how he seemed to be lacking in the emotional department. It was refreshing in a sense. There would always be a line with him whether due to him being a vampire, being a pure-blood, being a Rosenkreuz, or being a person to be idolized. No one truly looked at him further than that. The only ones who ever did were Amalthea and Luke. She continued in her ministrations whatever it could be as she think of his inquiry for requests. Her thoughtful expression so blatantly seen on her face. It would not be a lie for him to say she rather looked adorable in that sense. But of course, he never reveals his feelings or thoughts openly. Everything will always be locked deep within him without the possibility of being known.

Deep in his bubble, a butterfly landed on the tip of his nose. This one was not his familiar or created by him in any way. It was one of nature. His eyes of gold gazed at the lithe white butterfly perching on his face without warrant. As usual, nothing was revealed in his mask of indifference. Yet inwardly, he was rather curious and interested in this flying insect. He wondered if this butterfly thought he was some kind of flower. It really did not matter to him much, but it was probably due to his inherent scent. For that, there is nothing he could do. Soon, there was strong breeze which passed by and made the butterfly fly away. He followed it until it landed on a nearby flower. When he was certain it was fine, he returned his attention to the human girl in his company.

She appeared to have finally decided on her request. Whatever it may be, he will do it to the best of his ability. Truthfully, he had no problems with such things. No matter how silly or embarrassing it may appear to other people. He had always done it. Although, he had wondered at one point that it seemed well-liked by other people in a pleasant manner. Well, as long as it would bring others smiles. Someone had told him once, how important a smile is to a person. It could mean life and death. Recently, he was slowly understanding the meaning behind those words. The question, will he be able to procure that ability. Somehow, he highly doubted it to be plausible in his case.

Then, her words rang clear in his ears. Zenith did not move from his position nor did he lift his attention away from the human girl. There was no hesitation, trickery, nor fear in her words. She was simply saying what she truly perceives of him. Her request was out of concern which he sorely believes would be wasted on him. There was no need for others to worry about his well-being. Because, he was not. His life and his fate were in his hands. So, others should not be involved in it. At the same time, he has no intentions for anyone to be. It is why he placed everyone at the distance. But, this girl was someone who manages to peek through his well-known impenetrable wall. As such, she is indeed surprising in many ways.

Ms. Guillory requested for him not to give up. She seemed to believe that he was not what he appears to be. That he was sad and was a tragedy to be for eternity. What made her think that he was sad? No one had ever told him that ever since. It was because no one had ever perceived him to be. Yet, this human girl he had only met just a few moments believed him to be. “There is nothing for me to give up.” He stated without a change in his monotone voice. What would he give up from the beginning? He has nothing and... A familiar face flashed inside his head. It was never his to begin with. “I do not have anything.” After stating that, the butterfly which landed on his nose earlier was now fluttering before his face.

His eyes focused on the butterfly before it landed on the tip of his nose once more. It seemed determined to perched on his nose for some odd reason it may have. At the same time, it was bit hard to deliver his words with the butterfly in front of his face. However, he does not want to remove it by his intervention since the butterfly seemed content on his nose. As such, he decided to proceed with his statements even with the peculiar adornment on his nose. “What made you believe I am sad.” Even though, his words were meant to be a question his emotionless tone portrayed it as a statement. The same could be said of his eyes which looked at her unflinchingly. Yet, it was rather comedic with the butterfly on his nose flopping its wings like a beating heart.

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“I didn’t know how dark my world really was until you lit it up.”



That smile—that subtle, sly quirk of her lips—was going to undo him someday, he just knew it. He was considering how best to press this interrogation of his when he felt both of her hands on his face, and he went along as she directed, locking eyes with her. Past the point of taking blood, his had returned to their usual black color, but that was where the resemblance ended. They were not flat, nor did they seem cold. If anything, there was warmth in them, and depth. He’d never bothered to do things like pick a favorite color, but he knew in that moment that his was and would always be jade-green. Her eyes reflected the light just a little, making the color seem at once pale and rich, like the sun shone through a gem. And when did he start constructing metaphors? Well, it didn’t matter to him. He’d write her poetry if she wanted it, however unlike him it would be.

He could feel her hesitation in that too-brief moment she kissed him, and so, much as he wanted to, he didn’t try to push or deepen it. He was sensing that the answer he would receive had much more weight to it than he’d expected when he asked, and if so, she had every right to take a moment to give it. The arms that caged her to the tree dropped gently to the lines of her shoulders, delicate but strong—like she was. He kept his forehead bowed to touch hers, their noses scarce centimeters apart. He’d never voluntarily been this close to another person before, but he didn’t mind it. For once, he found it hard to concentrate on all the things the environment around him was telling him through his senses, because they were all so filled with her that he didn’t care about anything else. Not in this moment.

At the hitch in her breath, his own stilled, his entire body freezing into a perfectly motionless render of what he was, the knowledge of what he was about to hear clicking into place a split second before he heard it. And when he did, everything else suddenly made so much sense. He hadn’t wanted to think that it could be the answer, because he didn’t truly know what it was. And yet… wasn’t that just another kind of cowardice? A fear of confronting the unknown only because it was unknown? Sora was many things, but he had never been a coward. Now, when things seemed more important than anything else he’d done in his life, seemed hardly the time to start being one.

"I love you."


He was suspended in animation for another three seconds after that, closing his eyes and processing the effect that three short syllables, such miniscule words, could have on someone like him. Nobody in his entire life had ever told him that they loved him. Not the people who called him their child, not his only friends, not his cousin, not his ward. No one, in more than a hundred years of life.

If he could call it a life.

The first word had tensed him, like a drawn bowstring, taut and immobile. The second had been a cracking blow to a barrier he had not known existed in him, and the third, with its subtle emphasis, had broken through it altogether, and whatever it was that had held him back, stopped him from feeling as other men felt, living as he desired, hearing the things his heart was so desperately yelling at him, shattered utterly. He released the breath he’d been holding, a palpable note of relief in it, and wrapped his arms around her, melding them together so that there was no space, not even a tiny pocket of air, between them. He held her like she was the most precious thing in all the world, breakable and fragile and his, and he shuddered, a tremor wracking his spine. “Asuka,” he said, and the word was uttered so tenderly, so choked with emotion that it almost didn’t sound like his own voice. “I can’t… there’s no way I can tell you how much that means to me, no way I can repay you for what you’ve given me. All I can do is love you, as much as you’ll let me. I don’t know how, and I’ll probably get it wrong, a lot, but I can promise that I’ll never stop.”

It wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough. But she was generous and forgiving, and he supposed that there was a chance that she’d take it, and forgive him for lacking the rest.




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“Everybody has something to give or give up. I’d bet you’ve got more than most.”



“What could possibly have made you think so?” she wondered aloud, shaking her head slightly. “Everyone has something to give. And if they can give it, they can give it up, too. Even at the worst times, when we have nothing else, we always have ourselves, what we can do, who we are. We have a will, things we want, things we like and don’t like. We have our potential—the things we could do. Some of us,” here she paused a bit ruefully, sighing as though to herself, “even have dreams. That’s not nothing. And as long as we have that, seeing our way through the dark is only ever hard, not impossible.” She was willing to bet that he had a lot to give, actually, but maybe nobody had ever told him so. Maybe he’d never discovered it about himself. It was hard to say.

The butterfly from earlier landed on his nose again, and she laughed. It was a light sound, and rather quiet, but her delight was obvious all the same. It was such a funny picture, and it lent him some kind of… almost human quality. Whereas before he’d seemed to be something from another world, somehow, the humor of the little butterfly on his face made him look like he really belonged in this one. It was a good look for him, she thought.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it did think you were a flower,” she noted, for a moment forgetting that the thought he’d had on the matter had never been voiced aloud. She wasn’t trying to read his mind, but like so many things, her powers weren’t always exactly under her control. Of course, the realization happened with his question-statement… thing. It was kind of a question, but his way of putting things was such that it sounded more like a statement. It was just something else about him that was different from most people, she supposed.

Her smile wilted a bit, until it was something almost melancholy. “It’s not a matter of believing,” she said quietly, taking a deep breath. The scent of the flowers and fresh water and life was so strong here. Was she imagining that she still smelled roses, too? “I know it, in here.” she tapped her temple with her first two fingers. And I can feel it, in here. The hand moved down to her heart, and she laid her palm over it gently. Rather than being spoken aloud, the words were given directly to his mind, because that way, there would be no doubt about what she meant. She was careful with it, and gentle, and she knew from experience that it caused no pain. But most people disliked it anyway.

This was the point where they left, usually. If not, they tended to get mad at her, which she supposed was a little understandable. She always had enough respect to weather either response, but that was not to deny that it hurt a little, when it happened. From new acquaintances to old friends, she’d broken a lot of ties this way, and perhaps she’d grown used to it, to some extent. There was no controlling what other people did, after all, and she could understand not wanting someone else to know what you were thinking, even if that person tried not to know. Even if they would never use it against you or tell anyone else. It was hard to believe that, after all. Especially when you were used to being used or hurt or sad, or some combination of the three.

“Please don’t think too poorly of me,” she said, switching back to using her actual voice. “I didn’t intend to know. It just… happens.” She said it, but honestly, she wasn’t holding out a whole lot of hope for that. What she did was unnatural, and there was no reason to expect anyone to be fine with it.

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"You know, I think I've heard this once before."




Asuka held a breath she wasn't aware of until she released it. She had confessed that she loved him. Him, Sora, as the person he was, the friend he became, and the pillar of her life she had learned to lean on. She never thought for a second that, for all those days she spent with him, confused about what she was feeling for him, that she could have felt something as love for him. It felt as if a great weight had finally lifted, and she understood a part of herself more than she had ever thought she could have. Though she loved Sora, there was still a part of her that was scared to do so. She wasn't a vampire, but she wasn't a human. She wasn't a pure-blood, and she wasn't a noble. Her life would expire eventually, and whatever time she had left, she wanted to spend it with him.

Whether she would continue aging like a human, or if she would live for a few centuries longer, every second, every minute, she wanted to spend with him. That thought alone caused her arms to tighten against him as he melded their bodies together, the obvious lack of space in between them evident. She buried her head into his chest, inhaling his scent and smiling as he spoke. Part of her tensed when he spoke her name, and the subtle pause when he said he couldn't, caused a bout of fear to course through her. She was half afraid that he was going to say he couldn't love her, but her body relaxed substantially when he continued, chasing away that fear.

She smiled against him when he spoke familiar words to her. He had spoken the same words, almost the same, when she had first told him he was important to her, when they became friends. He had said he didn't know how to be a friend, that he would get it wrong probably, but she shook her head. He had been more of a friend to her than she ever thought he could be, and that had surprised her a bit. None of that mattered now. She had confessed, and he had told her the same thing. Her heart fluttered when he said he wouldn't stop, and neither would she. There could never be another to replace him, nor would she want another. He was hers now and she was his. That's all that would ever matter to her.

She pulled her head back a bit so that she could tilt it up to stare at his face. She reached up with her fingers, tangling them in his hair in the process as a smile lit her face up. She ran her fingers through his hair, though it was shorter than hers, it still held enough length for her to do so without it appearing odd. The feeling of belonging to him felt foreign to her. Though it wasn't uncomfortable or displeasing in any way, the thought of belonging to someone was odd, however; she was rather enjoying it now. She held back a laugh though as she shook her head softly.

"You said that before, and you haven't screwed up yet," she bantered, the slyness returning to her smile. "Besides, Asuka Tsukino sounds a bit weird don't you think?" she laughed at herself for that. Though it did have a nice ring to it, she wasn't going to push anything further regarding that matter. She, instead, pulled him down, brushing her lips against his. "Though this will have to do...for now," she stated, smiling against his lips in the process before crushing her lips once more against him. There was still the intent of wanting to devour everything he was, and though they should move on, return to the academy; she didn't care for anything in the world at the moment than the boy in her hands and his lips.

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|“You are a foreign concept. Somehow, I cannot help but hope...”|




Her words were beautiful like a wonderful melody. It was enchanting and bright. These words were somewhat similar to prefect Fujiwara said on that night. That is why it made him strictly believe that she is a being of light even if she think to be otherwise than that. It is why he was certain she did not belong in the world of darkness. As such, he made measures to ensure that which he also did with Yamazaki. For someone like him, a speck or even a shimmer of light could never reach him. In the words of his dear sister, he was a monster. This had been proven due to the irrevocable deeds done by him personally. He could easily dismiss lives as if flicking through a page of a newspaper. Thus, he became a being of great fear for the Vampire Society and a prominent threat to the Hunter Association. He is indeed a very dangerous being.

So, Zenith came to one conclusion. This girl was of light. He was of darkness. She does not belong in this world of his. Speaking of dreams, speaking of will, he knew of those things. However, it was not applicable to him. His dreams are mere memories already of the past. He has no hope for any kind of future. There is already a set path for him and he has no intention to deviate from it. As for will, he always have that. It is the only thing which he allows himself to have freedom over. That is why he is able to spare others from a greater sense of tragedy by distancing himself from them in various ways. Then, her notion of seeing in the dark. It was also not applicable. He is contented with the darkness because it is who he is truly. A black abyss, that is what he is in a sense.

Then, she laughed. It was delightful sound. Zenith would not mind hearing of it more. Yet, he will be contented hearing it from afar. Of course, his expression remained void from any kind of emotions. He was stoic as ever. She seemed amused of the butterfly on his nose. Well, he was the same. So, there was nothing to think of. But, there was something odd in her commentary. It seemed he was agreeing to his thought of being seen as a flower by the butterfly. There was nothing wrong with that. The only thing which was out of context. He never said it. All of it was inside his head. Truly, an odd thing. However, he did not take note of it to her. Letting it passed as a mere coincidence.

As for his question, the answer was soon revealed to him by a mental connection. This girl was not an ordinary human as she may appear to be. It seemed his precarious assumption has merit in regards to her. Zenith was surprised by her voice in his head. Yet, he did not show it as usual of his conduct. So, this human girl was able to read minds. It does provide many of his questions a sense of closure. In any case, this was a first for him. Not because of meeting a human with ability, it was more like he will not need to speak to reveal his emotions or thoughts. At the same time, his facade will be rendered useless. She will be able to always know. Somehow, he did not mind it that much as he would have hoped for. Rather, he felt that a weight was taken off from his shoulders. Why was that now?

“It is of no consequence.” Zenith stated as the butterfly finally flew away from his nose. His eyes followed it before disappearing on the fields of flowers nearby. There is foreseeable dislike in many people who would know such talent of hers. It is also true that it is intrusive for others to read his mind and thoughts. Yet, it also save him time to explain his notions which he never does. In the end, he really did not mind. Although, he would have to give her a warning. “A warning. My mind is not pleasant. I am a dark creature in every sense.” He cautioned her since it seems her ability has the tendency to peer unexpectedly to other people's mind. More especially, he did not want her to be disturbed or be scarred unwittingly by his own deadly sins.

“As such, darkness is me. If you grew fearful of me, I will only see this as appropriate.” After stating that, he finally returned his sun-colored eyes to her. She seemed certain that he will reject her ability. He did think so but now, her knowing about his thoughts were not much of a violation. That is her will and he cannot do anything about it. Neither is he against it, in which he found completely it to be peculiar. “In any case, the request you have asked. You need not be concerned.” The golden eyes which is like his appeared within his mind. The source of his reason to exist in this world or even what propelled him to leave his land. “I have yet to give up.”

After that is stated, Zenith looked at the continuous falling pink petals. It showered upon them in such a delicate and sweet manner. As if, they were the only two beings in existence at paradise. “Since, I believe it is not much of a request. Do you have another.” He asked as he caught a bloom which was taken by the wind. It was a yellow daisy. Glancing at her, he was having a thoughtful moment. Of course, it was not seen on the outside. Without further ado, he placed the bloom on her head, making it a natural hair accessory. “You are also now a flower.” He stated as he once more looked at the falling petals awaiting for her request.

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“I have known nothing like this. It was slow and faltering in coming, but now that it is upon me, it is almost as though I have forgotten everything else.”



Her fingers against his scalp and through the loose locks of his hair produced a throaty noise from him, something almost similar to one Midori would make. One could nearly call it a purr, because it was the sound of pure contentment. He was here and she was here, and there was nothing standing between them anymore. He hadn’t known he wanted it, and yet he could not any longer imagine wanting anything else. His life, which had seemed to him rather impoverished, dark with the occasional bright spot, now carried a sense of completeness. He had friends, he had a family, however small, and he had her. It was almost too much, for someone like him.

But he knew she would not appreciate the thought, that lingering sense of his own unworthiness, and so for her, he pushed it away for now, locking it up somewhere tight in his mind. The last wisps of that smoky uncertainty were burned away with the heat of her kiss, and if anything, he matched it, fervent and more sure of this, of her, than he had ever been of anything. Asuka Tsukino was a bit of a surprise, and for a frantic moment, he would have choked, had he been able to, but though his heart skipped a beat, thudding irregularly in his chest, it was not a wholly unwelcome thought. Just one for another time. This was new, and it was best to wait until it was a little older for thoughts like that. He understood that there would never ben anyone else for him, whatever that brought them, but even so, it might be better to adjust to the idea, first.

But he didn’t dislike it. He didn’t dislike it at all.

He smiled down at her softly, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He’d rather mussed it, as he suspected she had disheveled his. Gathering her up in his arms, he bounded into a run, the smile still on his face, then, once he reached a fixed point, he jumped, enjoying the weightless sensation of it admittedly less than the feel of her against him. A few more hops and they were in one of his favorite places—the top of the tallest tree in the forest. From here outwards, they could look out over the canopies of the other trees and see the varying shades of green. None were quite as brilliant as her eyes, but they were, he supposed, beautiful in their own way. Beyond that, the school grounds were visible, and the buildings and the lake. It was, overall, a very lovely vista, but he was more interested in things closer to himself.

Sora settled them both on a branch, putting her back against his chest and draping his arms over her shoulders, his legs running along the outside of hers. He propped his chin on her head, wrapping her in himself and still feeling keenly that they were not quite close enough. It would do, for now. “Tell me something,” he asked quietly. Though the words were phrased as a demand, the tone was one of entreaty, of request. “Anything about you that you want me to know. What is your favorite color? What kinds of things so you eat? When did you learn to play the violin? What do you want to do with the rest of your life?” Over time, Sora had come to know a lot about Asuka, but their friendship was unconventional. He knew more about how she fought than how she spent her leisure time, more about who she was at her core than the odd little tidbits that people usually picked up through acquaintance. He wanted to know everything, but he would be content for now to start with what she wanted to tell him.




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“I wonder, if you know what you’ve just given me…”



“It is of no consequence.”


The words surprised her, the expression flitting across her face like the flight of a hummingbird. Of all the reactions she’d ever received, that had not been among them. What she could do was always something to someone. Frightening, reprehensible, an abomination. Or, on the other side, miraculous, fascinating, worth nurturing. Of all the people she’d ever met, none had simply known and let it be. Perhaps she should have found this insulting, like she did not count for enough to merit a reaction at all, of any kind. But this was not how Anastasia took it at all. Rather, she felt as though she’d been freed of something. She was not hated for something she could not change, but nor was she expected to do anything differently because of it. He was, whether consciously or not, simply allowing her to be as she was.

It was a gift of such magnitude she almost wasn’t sure what to think.

The least she could do was give it back, she thought. A dark creature, with dark thoughts, he said. Perhaps that was so—his sadness seemed to carry a certain shadowed ponderousness to it, heavy and blackened all at once. “My father used to say that we fear that which we don’t understand. Dark things are harder for us to see, and so we revile them. He said that it was only our weakness that made it so, that in reality, God has put even the dark things on this earth for a purpose, and that they are just as worthy as the rest of us. I don’t know about God, but it seems to me that darkness is nothing to fear. Only something to be understood, and accepted.” She lifted a shoulder in a small shrug. There was, of course, more to it than that, but need there be? What was dark was necessary for the survival of what was light. Only through understanding sadness could one know what it was like to be happy. Only sin could bring about forgiveness. The most beautiful things in the world were dependent on those that were feared, or hated, or dark.

She nodded gently when he said he had yet to give up—that was good. She’d thought so, but at the same time, sometimes it could seem so easy, to relinquish one’s effort. It was always a terrible thing to watch, and she’d felt moved to say it, to ask it of him. Because she truly thought: as long as a person didn’t give up, then there was hope.

It was hard to imagine having this conversation with someone who had until a very short time ago been a complete stranger to her. But that was the thing about Ana: nobody was a stranger for long, with her. And besides, Zenith seemed like he might have been able to make good use of someone to talk to. She wondered if he ever shared his burdens, or always kept them locked up so tightly underneath that placid blank face of his. She was willing to bet on the second. It was understandable. Sometimes, sharing of oneself with others was the hardest task of all. With her, it was unavoidable, and effortless. She simply knew.

Ana closed her eyes and lifted her head a little. The sun was warm on her face, and the petals soft. It really was a little piece of what her father called Heaven. She wondered if he was there, in that place he’d always believed he would go after he died. If anyone deserved such an end, it was him. A slight change in the weight on her head caused her to open her eyes, and there was Zenith, closer than he had been. Her hand went automatically to the spot, and she felt the petals of the daisy at the same time he made the comment about her being a flower now. Ana smiled softly, tucking the short stem of the flower more securely about her ear. “You’re a bit odd, Mr. Rosenkreuz,” she said, though her tone indicated that it was a compliment more than anything. Ana tended to like odd people—they generally had more interesting things to say than other people.

She gave the matter some thought, though, and appeared to study his face, as though looking for something. Whatever it was, and whether or not she found it, were not things she gave away. Instead, her smile brightened. “Well, since you asked,” she replied, canting her head faintly to the side, “Yes, I do. It’s simple, really: let me be your friend? You don't have to be mine, I’ll understand if that’s something you don’t desire to do. But let me decide for myself whether I want to stand far from you or at your side. Whether I’m willing to risk the dark. Let me be there if you need someone to talk to… or to not talk to, if you prefer. Let me help you where and how I can. Would that be too much to ask?” She could tell he preferred to distance himself from those he thought he would harm—but somehow, she did not want this. If being as dark as he thought himself was what it took someone to let her be as she was without hating, fearing, or expecting the world of her, then perhaps it was time to stand next to the darkness for a while, and see what came of it.

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"In a place so dark as this, there existed a shimmer of light."




Asuka almost laughed against his lips when a sound, similar to a cat's purring, escaped him. Instead, she settled on wrapping her arms fully around his neck, deepening her kiss before she released him, eyes dancing in the light as she stared at him. She had been joking when she stated about her name, and she could hear the light hiccup in his heartbeat, and it caused a faint smirk to tilt her lips upwards. He smiled down at her, and for once, she almost felt her own heart stop. She had never seen him smile like that before, and she could feel her chest constrict at the notion. She felt a passing heat in her face as she thought about his smile. She wanted it all to herself, and wanted no other to see it. That smile was reserved for her and her alone.

She kept her arms wrapped around his neck as he gathered her into his arms, leaning her head against his chest as he bounded through the trees. She enjoyed the caress of the wind as they passed by various trees, and with a few final hops, she opened her eyes to feel her breath hitch in her throat. Her eyes surveyed the area, glancing in each direction that seemed to go on for miles. She could see the Academy off to the distance, and her mind only traveled back to Sora when he pulled her back into his chest. His legs cradled her own as she felt the soft breaths of him covering the top of her head. His arms had draped over her shoulders, and she grasped both hands in her own and held them softly. She closed her eyes, allowing a soft sigh of contentment to pass through her lips before she quirked and eyebrow at his statement.

His questions were nothing perplexing, and she felt inclined to answer them, not without chuckling of course. "I don't have a favorite color per se, however; if I did, it would be blue. A deep, midnight blue. Darker colors have always appealed to me," she replied with a light shrug of her shoulders. She couldn't understand why, but there was always a romantic notion behind the darker shades, as if there was some lingering secret that couldn't be figured out. It was like an enigma, and she could never figure out what lay behind them. Perhaps it was also because that's what his eyes always reminded her of. Something dark, something mysterious, and something that could trap anyone with if they looked hard enough. She shook that thought from her head as she thought about the next question.

"Well, food wise, I would have to say," she drawled out, tapping her chin in the process as she tried to think of what she wanted to say. He had mentioned food, and she was just tempted to say his blood was her favorite, but she wasn't going to state something like that, at least not quite yet. That was for another time, and another day perhaps. For now, she settled with one thing. "Oyakodon is my favorite. I seem to have a tooth for chicken," she stated, laughing nervously in the process. It was slightly true, if she truly had to pick one thing (if she didn't have to survive on blood) she would choose chicken. She enjoyed it perhaps a bit too much than what was necessary. His next question caused a faint smile to pull at her lips. The violin, when had she learned to play it?

"My uncle taught me to play it. I was ten years old when I learned. When Hayate found out what I was, he had shunned me, and it hurt," she stated, placing a hand over her heart in the process as it gave a light squeeze. "It hurt because he was my onii-chan and he was someone I looked up to. We reconciled our differences later on, but I learned the violin as a means of coping," she stated, her voice low, almost inaudible. She shook the memory from her mind as she smiled once more. Those thoughts did not need to be in her mind, however; she would be lying if she said she didn't miss them. She missed Hayate dearly, and her uncle. And a part of her had hated what she was. She knew she would live, perhaps, long enough after the both of them were well beyond dead and already disintegrated into the earth.

She would have to watch all of her loved ones die if she lived as a vampire had. But once again, she didn't know, and therefore; she had come to terms with that and had accepted what she was. This, was a long time ago, and had no room to be here now. It was his last question that caused the hitch in her throat to grow into a lump. Her body shivered slightly as she tried to think. What did she want to do with the rest of her life? No one really had asked her that before, and it wasn't something she thought about on a constant basis. She wanted nothing really, and was just content at living, though could it really be considered living? She supposed not, but what else more could she want? The answer currently had its arms draped, or rather his, around her shoulder. She tilted her head so that she could peek at him from the corners of her eyes, trying not to disturb him in the process since his chin was propped on her crown.

"I never really thought about it. There are so many things that I do not know, such as how much longer of life I have," she almost whispered in a fearful voice. She was afraid because if she didn't have much time, if her life expired like a humans, she would lose him, and she was terrified of it. Her hands clutched tightly against his as she thought about it. "I don't...I don't want to leave you if that's the case, and I don't want to hurt you either," she continued, burying her face in his hands in the process. She was terrified of what would become of him if she were to ever leave. He was a pure-blood, and pure-bloods had an endless amount of time to live. Nobles only had extended lives, aging slower than humans did, but nonetheless aged and died of it eventually. She was neither noble nor pure-blood. She was a Dhampir, as Luke had stated.

"Promise me you won't love me too long," she stated, sadness laced in her throat. She didn't want him to if that were the case.

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|“Only in my endless dreams, do I see you. So, I will continue to sleep inside you."|




The words that escaped the girl's lips were like delicate pieces of porcelain. Fragile, yet very mesmerizing, in a sense. She seemed unafraid of the darkness that she might witness by incident within the depths of his mind. Uncanny. This would be the first time for him to meet a person who would possibly be nonchalant of the sins he has done and is willing to do in the future. As such, he found that trait of hers unorthodox for a human. This truly made him curious about her mind works. How deep is her perception and outlook of life. Perhaps, this is the influence of her father. The person he had concluded to have informed her about the existence of vampires. Judging by the way she talks about this man, she does not only adores but highly respects her father. It is a sentiment which he is very familiar with.

He continued to listen about her opinion in which darkness exists in continuity with light. It is a fact he is well acquainted with. She speaks that it is a weakness which people concocted. However, he would have to disagree on that point. He does not view it as such. Instead, he sees it as his only strength. People rarely conceives to such harsh things and sees them as tainted. In his perception, he is the color black, absorbing all, yet never reflects anything back. He accepts that his actions are unacceptable by moral and ethics. However, it is by his standard permissible. Why? It is because, he is darkness. This is how he is and that is why those beings who shine so bright would only lose their radiance by his side. He is a plague and this description of his is the closest to what he had done and will be doing if given the assumption of his will.

She continued to air her belief that darkness was something to be understood and to be accepted. This human girl has no sense of caution. It made him wonder what kind of home, she was raised in. He was not going to undermine it. Rather, he wanted to urge this girl to return to such a wonderful place, to her father. There was no need for her to be in an area where she is far from the ones she loves. As for him, he was in a place where he could continue the reason for his existence, the reason for his being. Due to it, he was willing to destroy this entire world if it could make his one wish, his one hope to be true. Would this human girl be still accepting of him when he does such a thing? Will she understand him or hate him?

Yet at the very least, Zenith was far from giving up on this purpose. However, one would wonder if it was for the best he does not give up. Well, only time could really say. Right now, there was only the present in which he was acclimating himself to how peaceful and relaxing this place is. In any case, the girl described him as odd. Would it be due to his actions or statements? Based on her tone, he could conclude that it did not have a negative connotation. More likely, her interest on him seemed to have been pegged more. Thinking about it, someone also described him as such in the past. Memories which he holds preciously played through his head like a monochrome film.

Saint... You're so odd...

During those times, Zenith was not certain what Amalthea meant. Nor is he interested in finding out. All that mattered to him. She was by his side and will always be. Her amber eyes which reflected clarity and vibrancy. Silver white locks which he would always loved to run his fingers through. A voice sickly sweet yet warm, he could never get tired listening to. The smile which erased everything around him and made her his world. He had always believed that she will be with him for eternity. This was also a great possibility due to what they are. Alas, life had always been the greatest disappointment of all. In the end, she was no longer with him. She was in a place where he could not reach her by ordinary means.

Deep in his own thought, the Rosenkreuz pure-blood did not notice the human girl looking at him. A similar gesture to that of a child seeking a secret. Of course, nothing could be seen on the blank canvass which was his face. He remained a closed book to any with such scrutinizing eyes. Her request this time was something he is against with. No one should be with him. On the case of Luke, it was an exception. However, he does respect her decision and the will which comes with it. "...I understand." He nodded curtly. If this is her request, then, it will be done by him. His belief of women being strong is yet again proven. They were stubborn and tenacious in what they desire to do. "Do as you wish." He stated with that ever monotone voice of his. It was then a white creature suddenly appeared on Zenith's shoulder.

"Master! Master! Master!" O energetically called to his creator in which, he quickly silenced himself upon noticing the presence of another in the area. Those clear blue eyes looked at Guillory with curiosity and great interest. These past few days, his Master has never associated with anyone except Luke. Other than that, he avoided as much as possible. So, this was indeed an interesting matter to see another person, a woman, and further yet, a human. "What a pretty girl, are you Master's friend?" The white familiar asked with such obvious expectation of a positive answer as his tail wagged behind him.



|“Didn't I tell you? You can meet me inside the memories of a dream."|

Luke's facial expression was filled with such a severity upon hearing the words from Hughes who sat confidently behind his mahogany desk. It was very noticeable since the pure-blood could always be seen with a smile on his face as if nothing could upset him. "What do you think I will do with what you have told me." Luke's tone was very apprehensive, threatening, and yet also yearning for an answer. Similar to his charge, he also had a reason to keep on living in this stagnant world. "Whatever you want to do." Hughes spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. He knew well that this information would bring a seed of doubt and desire within Luke, the person most important to the one, he knows merely as the Queen.

With a swift movement, Luke stood from his seat and turned his back from Hughes. "I'm here for the kid." Hughes released a sigh at such a gesture and shrugged his shoulders with a disappointed look. "Is that really what made you come here?" Luke looked over his shoulder with such dagger-like gaze to Hughes before finally leaving the room with speed. As for Hughes, he had a wicked smile on his face. Now, it seems the cards were in his hands. Things are finally getting interesting and moreover, they were getting more and more suited to his plans.

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“There is a difference between being alive and living.”



He listened attentively to the things she told him, memorizing not just the content, but the tonality of her voice, the way this things was edged with humor, and that with a bit of melancholy, lingering grief for the events of a year and a half previous. He could understand that—it was just more evidence that the things she cared about were incredibly important to her, as was the case with him. His precious things might be fewer, but he cared for them no less than anyone else did—this, he was learning, because he hadn’t quite understood it about himself, before.

He pressed his lips to her crown when she spoke of her cousin and her uncle—Hayate certainly had not liked him, but Sora understood that. He’d just wanted to protect his cousin, and that, they shared. He’d never met her uncle, but from the way she talked about him, he was someone quite dear. His mind wandered to the people he’d called his friends, and it took only a recognition of the twinging ache in his chest for him to understand that he, too, still grieved, even after all this time. “Kaede’s parents were the first and only friends I ever had, before you,” he said quietly, blinking out at the vista before them without really seeing it. Her solidity, the feeling of having her right there, that close to him, made it easier to talk about, somehow.

“They were humans, but they worked for my family. Geneticists, both of them. I spent a lot of time with them, because my family was very interested in replicating my abilities. But to them, I wasn’t just a project. Yusuke told the worst jokes, and I never understood what he was talking about, really. I think he did it just so Sakura would laugh—she was very serious, otherwise.” Despite the fact that even then, he’d been significantly older than either of them, they had been more his parents than anyone, and they’d taught him, without ever really consciously trying to, about things like acceptance. Being a friend. Caring about someone. The only reason he had the faintest idea what love was was because they loved each other, and he’d been able to see it, even if he couldn’t name it.

“They were killed when the rest of my family was. Kaede was only a baby—I’m lucky that Sachiko knew a few things about kids, otherwise we would have really screwed it up.” His cousin and he hadn’t really been that close before the incident the both survived—it was only afterwards that they’d learned to get along as family. Sachiko and Kaede had taught him what that felt like, though he was far short of a father to the girl. Maybe more like a brother should be. His arms tightened a little around Asuka, and he took a deep breath, breathing her in for a moment while she continued.

It seemed he had upset her without meaning to, and he wasn’t initially sure what to do when she buried her face into his hands, so he gentle stroked backwards with his fingers, tracing the delicate lines of her cheekbones back to her ears and running his fingers through her hair. He gathered it to one side, exposing one side of her throat, where he planted a soft kiss, almost chaste, save for its location. “Now who’s asking for impossible promises?” he asked sadly, leaning forward slightly to press his cheek against hers. He didn’t honestly know what to say about something like that—he didn’t have any more idea how long she’d live than she did. He knew what she was, and he knew that there was nobody else like her—in more than one sense of the phrase.

So without any idea of what should be said, he simply said what he could—and that was what he truly thought. “I’ll always love you,” he said, with the simplicity of utter certainty. If there was on thing he really understood about himself, it was that once he had decided on something, he didn’t rescind his choices. He wasn’t sure if he’d chosen to love her or if it had simply happened, but he was choosing to accept it, come what may. “As for how long we’ll have together…” he paused, adjusting his arms so that they wound around her waist and he rested his forehead on her shoulder. It hurt him to imagine her dying, but he was not one to hide from the reality of a situation.

“No one can ever know how long that will be. And your lifespan isn’t the only reason for that. I could die someday; I have enemies that would not mourn me. Anything can happen. Maybe your lifespan will limit us, maybe it won’t. But there’s no point in tainting what we do have with what we might not. Just…” He sighed gustily, his breath fanning over her shoulder and down her back. “Please don't talk to me about you dying. I’m not sure I can handle it right now.” He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to handle it, and anyway, there was little point in doing so before it was necessary. He would rather focus on being alive with her.




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“All things in time.”



He wasn’t terribly pleased by her decision, but he was willing to allow her to have it, and Anastasia would take that for what it was worth. In this case, the value had yet to be determined. There was a very real possibility that seeing this curiosity through to any significant measure would damn her to something unanticipated. But… one did not simply sit and allow life to pass by. One had to seek, to endeavor, to learn, and to understand. This was the kind of enterprising spirit she had been coaxed into by her father, and it was the kind that she would always carry, in his memory. There was no going back—she didn’t understand the concept. The only direction to go was forward, and when the path split, she preferred to take the unconventional fork, even if it wasn’t safe. Nothing was gained in indolence, in safety.

“Then I shall,” she said, inclining her head faintly. It was almost a measure of thanks, if one wanted to call it that. She could not tell the future—clairvoyance was not an ability the universe had seen fit to give her. It was for this reason that she must make her own light by which to see the road ahead, and why she’d always done her best to do so. Even small things could make big differences. Ana was small in more than one sense, but it remained to be seen just what she could make of herself. It was something she was interested in finding out, not only with regards to this matter, but in general.

She was a bit taken aback by the sudden appearance of what appeared to be, of all things, a talking white fox. For a moment, she simply blinked, then raised an index finger and pointed it at herself, as if to ask if it was to her the creature referred. But it only could be, as there were no other females in the area that she was aware of. Anastasia’s grin was bright, and had to restrain herself from actually picking up the fox, unsure whether he would appreciate it or not, or indeed if Zenith would have a problem with it. But she did pet him, forgetting her manners for a moment in the presence of something truly adorable and gently stroking the fur atop his head, circling around to get the spot behind his ear.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” she answered him. This must be one of the familiars she’d heard so much about, judging from the fact that he addressed the vampire before her as “Master.” It was about then that she realized that the fox might have an opinion about being petted in such a fashion and abruptly dropped her hand. “Ah, sorry, that may have been rude. My name is Ana, and it’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Familiar. What should I call you?” She glanced between the two of them, unsure which she expected to answer the query.

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"So let's...run away then."




Asuka stilled, listening to the words he spoke. A smile wormed its way to her face when he spoke of having friends before her. She allowed the smile to stay in place as she toyed with the thought. Sora had friends, before she was, and that thought alone didn't seem implausible. Sora had to give himself more credit than he did. When she had declared him her friend, he had spoken he would get it wrong, however; he did anything but do it wrong. He was there when the Academy exploded, when her cousin died. He was there at the beginning of the school year when they returned, and he had been there when she hadn't know during the year and a half absence.

She sighed softly, a sound of content, and glanced back out into the scenery. Somehow, she could picture Sora with a small child in his arms, not a clue in the world as to what to do. She laughed softly at that thought. It was amusing to say the least, especially since she hadn't seen any other facets of his. Well, other than when he smiled, which she was still keen on keeping to herself. She leaned a bit into his hands when his fingers stroked backwards before they crossed her cheekbones and landed through her hair. He pulled it back and placed a chaste kiss along her neck, sending another bout of shivers down her back before he placed his cheek next to hers. She smiled, almost sadly, when he spoke.

It wasn't an impossible promise, was it? She just didn't want to cause him any more pain than he's already endured. She didn't want to add to that, but, perhaps it was just as hard for him as it was for her. She frowned when he mentioned his enemies and mourning. Though she wasn't his enemy, she would still mourn his loss. That much she was sure of, if nothing else. She would mourn him, and not know what to do with the rest of her life. She'd be lost, and there would be no way to be found if she lost him. Perhaps that is what he meant when he stated that. She laid her hands a top his when his arms wound around her waist, and leaned her head on his when it fell on her shoulder.

A spark, something, passed through her heart when he spoke that, perhaps, her lifespan wouldn't limit them. Perhaps, she should start seeing things a bit more positively. She may have been different, but it did not change the fact that she still had vampire blood coursing through her veins too. Perhaps, she would live a longer life, one that she could enjoy just being by his side. Maybe...she paused as she released an apologetic laugh. She didn't meant to upset him with her talk of death. It was just a thought she had voiced. She didn't want for him to be upset, so, she turned and shifted her body. She locked her legs with his so that she was sitting lightly in his lap, her arms wrapping around him and the tree at the same time, as much as she could.

She leaned into his shoulder, placing her head in the crook of his neck in the process. She didn't want to think of those things either any more. And being here, it was all she could do. Haruka, she died here. Hayate died here, and so did the president of the hunter's Association. This school brought nothing but death and a spark of fear coursed through her. If that is all this school brought, then why was she still here? Why were they still here? There was nothing left for them here, they had no reason to remain. The only reason she had returned was the hope of seeing Haruka and Sora again. She wanted to make sure that they were still alive and well, that they had taken care of themselves during the time it took to rebuild the school. She pressed herself closer to him, almost as if she were afraid this would all be a dream if she let him go.

"Sora," she murmured softly against his neck. She could hear his blood coursing through his vein there, and for a half second, she was tempted to take it again, however; she restrained herself. "Sora, let's run away, go somewhere where we can just be free from this. Sachiko, Kaeda, all of us," she whispered out lightly. Her words were honest, sincere, but most of all, hopeful that he would agree. But then again, perhaps that was just the part of her that was being selfish. Fate always had other plans, and even if they did run away, fate would always catch up with them, and cause something to happen. She wasn't sure if there was any escaping it if that were the case.

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|"This will be the end of me.”|




O felt very pleased as the girl petted his head. She seemed uninhibited by touching him and it was a nice thing to say. Her gesture was comfortable and felt so very good. The familiar could not help but leaned to her touch. Moreover, he was rather astonished from the girl's answer about being his Master's friend. This was a first in more ways than one. She would be the first friend of the Rosenkreuz pure-blood ever and the only one who clearly declared it without much of a contradicting statement from his Master. However, his positive inclinations halted when she stopped her gestures. As such, O could not help but released a sound of disappointment. There was also a notable pout and those blue eyes held reluctance of her touch being removed.

In any case, the human girl had identified herself as Ana. She called him Mr. Familiar and asked what he would like to be called. It was then, he remembered that the girl has knowledge about his kind and O brightened more. "Wow! Master's friend!" O's eyes lit up like a gem shining under the sun. There was once more hope for his pure-blood Lord who had designated himself into a path never traveled by anyone. "My name is O, but you can also call me O-chan!" He climbed down from the shoulder to his Master's arm whom raised it to serve as a platform near to his face. "It's nice to meet you Ms. Ana! What a pretty name! It's a pretty name right, Master?" The miniature white fox declared with great vibrancy as he looked at his Master who remained completely detached and void of any sort of expressions. As for Zenith, he looked at his familiar with those impenetrable golden eyes.

Her name as she had told him earlier was Anastasia. She had simply shorten it to Ana. The name means the One who will be Reborn. Interesting, it is. Perhaps, that is why she is rather reckless in how she proceeds with life. Yet, it also mean that she will not have regrets. Hopefully, she will not. So, if she will be reborn. There would be nothing to hold her back for a prosperous beginning. Thus, it fitted her. A person who symbolizes resurrection. "Yes, it is." He stated without any hesitation in his casual tone which revealed nothing. His answer was simply the truth. After stating that, he looked at Guillory who seemed taken by his familiar, judging by her reaction earlier. As such, he directed his arm towards the human girl in which O understood the notion immediately.

The familiar walked along the outstretched arm and climbed to Ana's shoulder. Afterwards, O smiled brightly at the human girl who seemed to have persuaded his Master to have a friend. Lady Amalthea was a sister and something more. Sir Luke was a guardian and mentor. The prefects before the incident were considered acquaintances. Ms. Haruka was the only who O had hoped to break the barrier, but it was not to be. Perhaps, Ms. Ana would be successful in others would not be. He really wished that. "Even Master says so! You're Master's first friend, so please take care of him!" He happily said as he nuzzled Ana's cheek in a very affectionate gesture. Truthfully, he wanted this relationship to be more, to show his Master perhaps another way.

"O, what do you have to tell me." Zenith was quick with the point as he inquired with his usual monotone voice. Hearing his Master's voice, O stopped nuzzling Ana and looked at the pure-blood. He came here to report something. During his Master's school activities, O intervenes on his behalf. Yet, he wondered if it was fine to say it outright with a human present. Well, his Master had asked him without hesitation. So, it should be fine. "Master, there's to be a conference meeting about the Treaty sponsored by the Association. They heavily request your presence being the Ruler of Vampires." So, it was beginning. He would need to ask permission from the Headmaster to leave the Academy temporarily. The pure-blood simply nodded his head as the acknowledgment of the information.

"There's also a letter from Ms. Alice." Hearing the name, there was the very briefest of emotion which flashed across those golden eyes. It was so quick much like a mirage. No one would have seen it if they were not paying attention to his face. "Where." O knew how influential Ms. Alice was to his Master, she was very pivotal. It is why that incident happened and why his Master took it all upon him. "I left it at your chambers, Master." Zenith nodded once more and focused his attention to Guillory. He must excuse himself from the tour. There was a pressing matter for him to attend. "Ms. Guillory, please excuse me. I would have to leave you in the middle of the tour." After saying that, he looked at O and had a thought.

"O, take care of Ms. Guillory. Show her around." O could not refuse any requests of his Master. At the same time, he was fine with showing Ms. Ana around. But, it would be more wonderful if his Master would do that himself. Then again, Ms. Alice right now was everything to his Master, because of Lady Amalthea. "As you will it, Master." Once Zenith heard O's answer, he offered an apologetic nod for leaving her in the middle. He wanted to read that letter as of now, and he does what he wants as what he had declared earlier. "I will leave you in O's hands. Until then, Ms. Guillory." Once that was stated, he waited for her answer before leaving the two behind.

Once Zenith was out of sight, O released a rather disappointed sigh. "I'm sorry, you'll be stuck with me as your guide, Ms. Ana." The familiar started as he looked at Ana with those big blue eyes with sincere feelings. "Ms. Alice is a vital person for Master especially, when she had left for a few months now without a word until now." After explaining that, he took a deep breath and beamed happily. "So, where do you want to go? It's my honor to accompany Master's friend!" Well, he will also welcome any questions as long as it was not too intimate in nature.

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“I’ve never been one to run away from anything… but it sounds like an awfully good idea, when you say it.”



He remained steady as she shifted, anchoring both of them in the branches. Not that he was afraid of falling—their bodies could handle such things easily if it came to that, and he’d be able to catch her and land on his feet, anyway, but he wanted to spare her unnecessary pain or anxiety wherever he could. Plus, he was kind of enjoying this—feeling like there might as well not be anyone else in the entire world. Being selfish for a little while. His hands moved to circle her back, and he ran his fingers in random, nonsensical patterns over her uniform jacket as he listened to her speak.

He’d never thought that a singular person could be such a complex thing, before. He’d been able to look at people, and to some extent, identify what he needed to know about them, and everything else had seemed like so much unnecessary information, and largely dull as well. But he found himself endlessly fascinated with the variety of tonalities her voice could produce, the sound of her breathing and her blood, the subtle variations in scent produced when she moved. The way she wasn’t like anyone else he’d ever know. All of what would have been superfluous about someone else enthralled him about her. It was more than a little dangerous, if he were being honest, but he’d never shied away from danger as such.

She made the suggestion sound so reasonable, so possible, so… desirable. To just take his family and leave, never to come back? If only, if only. But there were things that were possible and things that were not. This, according to Sachiko, was one of those things that wasn't. “They’d find us, Asuka. Trouble would always find us again. We’re not meant to get through this without fighting for it, for how long, I couldn’t say.” Uncharacteristically, he sighed, trying not to think about it overmuch. If it were just him and no one else, he’d probably be able to disappear. He was largely untraceable, and given his abilities, not even a seer could get a proper read on him. But it wasn’t just him, and it never would be. Once, maybe, it could have been, but no longer. He wouldn’t leave them, and most of all, he wouldn’t leave her. A group of four would always leave traces, and he knew for a fact that someone wanted at least her badly enough to keep looking. Sachiko had told him so.

“One day,” he said, voice firm with resolve. “We will. We’ll leave everything behind, get Sachiko and Kaede to somewhere comfortable, and then keep going, just you and me. Wherever you want, for as long as you want. I promise.” So she didn’t have any future plans? Well, neither did he. It was time to make some, perhaps.




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“You're an enigma, but I'm patient.”



The familiar really was too adorable. Ana knew she could be a bit childish when it came to cute things—she always had been. From the time she was a small girl running around at her father’s heels, she’d been seemingly magnetized to any injured or hungry animal in the area. A strange peripheral consequence of what she was, her father had told her, but he’d not scorned it. Every time she brought something else home, be it a broken-winged bird or a skinny kitten, he’d just inclined his head, but left the care of the creatures to her. They were her burdens of charity, he’d told her, and she’d made a promise in picking them up from the ground where they were dying that she would see them to health and life again.

She’d nursed every last one. Sometimes, they made it. Sometimes, their wounds were simply too grave, and she soothed their last moments as well as she could, and then buried them in the churchyard. She always asked her father to say a blessing, and he always did. She didn’t know what she thought about her father’s religion, but that was okay, because she believed in the other things he taught her, like compassion and mercy and living with as much grace and kindness as possible.

It didn’t really change the fact that she was still a bit childish around animals, though. She shook her head good-naturedly at the comment about her name; it had actually been the only thing of her that her parents had given to her. Other children used to joke about it sometimes—how similar the story was to a princess who’d lived a long time ago, that some said must surely have survived the betrayal of her family. Well, she didn’t think her family had been betrayed, and she was certainly no princess, but all the same, it was her name, and that was all. Her smile brightened when O was transferred to her shoulder, and she laughed at the tickling contact of his soft fur with her skin. He was very sweet, and highly energetic, from the sounds of it. Since he hadn’t expressed any protest of it, she went right back to petting him.

“Of course I will,” she said with a smile. “That’s what friends do, after all.” Of course, as this was a one-way friendship, that was it, but that was also fine. Because, even though Ana wanted friends of her own, she also knew that being a friend was an even more important thing to do. The question still remained as to what extent Zenith would allow her to help him in the first place, but she supposed that was mostly up to him. She would be there, and remind him from time to time, but in the end, as he’d said, he was the kind of person who did what he wanted. Well, so was she, and right now, this was what she wanted.

She fell silent for a bit while the two discussed business, not really all that surprised to learn that Zenith was ruler of vampires. There as something about him that seemed a bit… royal, or at the very least authoritative. Perhaps she should have taken it as odder that such a person should have been convinced to lead a relatively ordinary human around the grounds of his school, but she didn’t, so much. Everyone needed a break, and that included kings perhaps most of all. If that were what her friendship turned out to do, just give him a break from the rest of the world now and then, well… that wouldn’t be such a bad thing at all. She also knew what the Association was, though not by personal acquaintance. It seemed very important matters lay before him, indeed.

What really seemed most to pull him away, though, was the letter he’d received from someone named Alice. It sounded like she was someone important to him—no, actually, she could feel it. That was an interesting bit of information—she had taken it that the person she saw in the flames was not alive now. This person must be different. She was of course curious, but she would not pry, and so she didn’t. Those were things he could tell her in time, if he wanted, or meditate upon in her company, which was really the same thing.

For now, however, it would seem that his break was over. Ana smiled gently and waved a hand in front of her face at the implicit apology. “Oh, it’s not a bother. I understand that there are other things you must do.” She'd be a poor friend if she tried to monopolize his time, after all. “Just… don’t forget that I’m around, and the company of friends is not an imposition for me.” It was her way of inviting him to come talk to her, or just think in her company, if he wanted. “Oh, and… if you think sort of… at me, I suppose you could say, I’ll hear you.” It was kind of hard to explain, but the simple fact was that if he wanted her attention, it was as simple as thinking that he wanted it. She’d ‘hear,’ even over quite a distance. “I hope you have a pleasant day, Zen.” She smiled and gave a little wave as he left. It might be pointless at this stage to wish him a pleasant day, because she was under the impression that he might have forgotten how to have one, but many things worth doing started small. She was also fully intending on continuing the friend’s right to nickname. It fit so well—Zen was an excellent word for that sort of enforced calm he projected on the world.

For now, she turned back to O and scratched beneath his chin with a finger. “Not at all, O-chan!” she said brightly. “How about you and I become friends, too? We'll let Zen do what he needs to do, and we’ll be here when he’s done. In the meantime, I think it’s time I toured the places to eat around here… I’m kind of hungry.”

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"A dream is just that; a dream. It is not reality, but how we desire it to be."




Asuka chuckled softly against Sora's neck, releasing a disappointed, yet knowing, sigh. Of course they would. It wouldn't end, not with her, not with him, not with anyone. They would be hunted until the end of time, however; Asuka was fine with that. She kissed the inside of his neck before resting her head against his shoulder. "I suppose fighting is all we are good for then," she replied a bit sarcastically, however; she meant nothing by it. "But as long as you are with me, willing to stay with me, then I, too, shall stay until this is all over," she replied, pulling away from him and sliding her legs over one of the branches so that she was no longer in his lap.

There was an odd sense of something missing already, like a warmth had disappeared, and she was tempted to just remain in his arms for the rest of the day, however; the chiming of the school bells signaled their day was coming to an end. She smiled softly, a little brighter than what it was a week ago, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "I'm going to hold you to that promise, Sora-chan," she stated, a light smirk pulling at her lips before she descended the tree, falling from branch to branch before she landed softly upon the forest floor. Indeed, she would hold him to that promise of his, however; it wouldn't just always be the two of them. Kaede, Sachiko, they were his family, and family doesn't get left behind, no matter what.

She made her way slowly through the thick foliage of the forest, twisting here and there before spotting the Academy. She smiled softly as a gentle breeze passed by, carrying his scent and the scent of two others that were easily distinguishable. One belonged to Zenith, the other, to the new girl Anastasia. It seemed that the two were in close range, and recently. This caused a frown to pull at Asuka's face. Anastasia was new, so either she knew of the previous incident with the explosion, or she had no idea whatsoever. A part of her thought the latter, but she couldn't be quite sure. And it wasn't her place to say. If the girl wanted to try and befriend Zenith, she was more than welcome to try. She only hoped that if she found out exactly what Zenith was responsible for, wouldn't scar her terribly.

"You think too much about things, Asuka," Snow stated as he appeared, landing on her outstretched arm as he allowed the plumage of his feathers to appear fuller. She merely shook her head as a certain twinkle in Snow's eyes caused her to frown. "I'm glad you finally realized it," he spoke, causing her to tilt her head in confusion a bit before realization dawned on her, tinting her face pink in the process. "But, Asuka," he started, the tone of his voice causing Asuka to furrow her brows in confusion. "Be careful," were his departing words before taking off.

Be careful? Careful of what? Did Snow know something she didn't? She tried calling out to Snow, however; she couldn't reach him, and she sighed, running a hand through her short locks. "I swear he does that on purpose," she spoke to herself before slumping her shoulders. She'd think about it later, but for now, duty as a prefect was starting to stir to life as she continued on her way to the Academy.

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|“If that is so, I never wore a mask. In that case, I always wear one."|




O smiled brightly at Ana. He leaned to her touch. It was nice and comforting. A gesture which he had been reminded of a past so distant. At the same time, it was an action that his Master nowadays rarely does. Well, it cannot be blamed. Many things had changed. In any case, it would not be bad to be friends with her, right? Perhaps, this time it would be different. "I would be very happy to be your friend!" O declared with a bright smile on his furry face. He truly wishes that nothing terrible happens to this human girl who had decided to reach for his Master who would always continue to be the Darkness for it is a path that his Master has stubbornly chose.

"I'll show you the cafeteria!" O stated happily and with excitement. He was completely satisfied with his position on her shoulder. It was rather interesting to see O completely comfortable. Well, it was not odd since the familiar was someone who is very committed to the idea of his Master to have a friend. Now, this girl, human she may be, she might be able to pierce the black which covers his Master entirely. For now, he would need to lead the way to give Ana some food. "It's this way!" He stated happily as he jumped down from her shoulder and began to lead the way, as they exit the sanctuary which his Master had perceived to be very important.



"Did that letter satisfy you?" Luke noted as he looked at the Rosenkreuz King who was sitting on his bed holding a piece of paper. His face remained a void of any sort of emotions. Those eyes of gold did not show any sort of longing, affection, nor satisfaction. It remained empty much like a mirror reflecting nothing. "Is that from the one I heard about? The one called Alice?" Zenith folded the letter and then stood from his position. He had expected what was written on the letter sent by Alice. It seemed that things would be rather lively in the next few days. However, Alice's appearance around the academy might cause certain discord. Then again, perhaps it would not be so. After all, he had made certain that it would be his sole responsibility.

"Anyway, what happened with the new student?" The query made Zenith recall the troubling request of Guillory. Well, he did agree to it since he had no interest hindering the girl's free will. Luke observed Zenith's actions which warranted nothing of great importance. However, the words which left the white pure-blood's lips did struck a chord on the ever jovial pure-blood of Cross Academy. "Why are you wearing that smile." His voice was without any tone. Those golden eyes gazed at Luke without any hint of emotions. Nevertheless, Luke was well-aware what Zenith was pointing out. His eyes of green held a specific light which seemed to echo limitless regret and sadness.

It was because the smile on his face was never lifted since he began this conversation with Zenith. The kid had certainly picked up a few things along the way. "It seemed that the past is about to come back." His smile remained plastered on his face. The tone he stated those words were filled with such an ominous presence covered in honey. Luke knew that Zenith would not be ignorant of what he was stating. As such, Zenith looked at the letter in his hand which was now burning through the means of blue flames. Soon, it became nothing more but dust in the wind. The establishment of Cross Academy, the notion of being the King of Vampires, having Luke by his side, they were not a simple string of coincidence or the great amount of morality. They were actually less than that... "It begins."

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The next day found Ana with a free period after lunch, and so she’d taken to wandering the grounds. Aside from Zenith’s sanctuary, there was a large forest off to one end of it, and though she had not yet ventured too far in, she was enjoying a meadow on its periphery—which was to say that she was laying sprawled in the middle of it, arms out to her sides, watching the clouds go by. Since O-chan had showed her yesterday where the cafeteria was, she’d brought most of her food with her, and was idly munching on an apple, humming to herself and trying to decide if that cloud looked more like O-chan or a bunny rabbit. It actually looked a little more like the rabbit, but she wanted it to look like her new friend, and so she told herself that it did.

She was about ready to move on to the next one when a dark shadow fell over her, and she adjusted her eyes until they focused on a face she’d never seen before. The man looked down at her with a flat expression, though there was something in his eyes that made it different from the one Zenith wore. He, too, was quite handsome, and from the fact that she’d caught not even a whisper of his presence, she assumed he must be a vampire also. Odd, that she’d not even sensed his thoughts.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” he asked her, voice just as flat. Ana blinked—with the way people were around here, you’d think showing your own emotions was a terrible social faux pas. Everyone either his behind smiles or blank expressions. How peculiar. She found that his thoughts were elusive, as well, in a way she’d never encountered before. She had to concentrate for him to even register as present. Maybe it was some kind of ability he had?

She smiled at him regardless, uncaring of the slight awkwardness of being looked at from so far above. “Actually, it’s my free period. Yours too?” She squinted past the brightness of the sun, just able to make out the band around his arm. She’d seen one of those just yesterday… and then it clicked. “You must be Sora! Asuka mentioned you yesterday.” She sat up, sticking out her hand for him to shake.

He looked confused for a few moments, though it was more a slight flicker over his face than any true expression, but e took her hand anyway, his grip a bit gentle, as though he were afraid he might break her arm. Then again, considering what he probably was, he might well do so on accident. “Uh, sure. And you are?” Asuka hadn’t mentioned this person, obviously, and her abundant cheer and seeming disregard for the things about him that usually intimidated other people was throwing him off a bit.

“Ana. It’s nice to meet you, Sora.”