Kaname paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing onto the green bottle tightly embraced against her chest. From this moment on, his interest towards her maternal habits had dwindled. Rosewood orbs fully locked onto the bottle seized so tenderly, so tightly, so…
Kaname’s lips toyed at the bone china rim of his cup of tea, staring evenly over the heady and aromatic steam at Yuuki. Taking a mutinous sip from his cup, he swallowed its strong flavour with a minute sigh of refreshment, before setting the cup down in its saucer. His cerise eyes settled onto the rising steam from his cup, finding the amusement of seeing it bend to form irregular shapes. His long ebony lashes were touching as his eyes closed, brow tensing slightly and jaw slackening in an expression of almost pained wonderment at the depth of his sound being born. His dark locks were now slumped over his face was an artful carelessness, no less hinting at his sleep-deprived nature, which as of now he had successfully pushed aside for a good hour or two.
It seemed Kaname had only made matters worse for himself. Not only did he face the issue of overcoming his envy towards a wine bottle, but now, he faced the predicament of a young, flushed boy. The image of his reddened countenance burned at the back of Kaname’s mind, already allowing his irrational senses to take him prisoner. Returning to his old habits, Kaname’s fingers began to tap against the rim of his cup in slight annoyance, applying pressure to each ‘tap’.
It was naturally part of the King’s disposition to be thrilled with the intriguing game of ‘human chess’. Losing a piece did not necessarily mean that the game was lost. At times, a piece had to be sacrificed for something greater. In truth, a game of chess is not over until the King is dead. In any game the strongest piece is not the one that can take the most pieces before dying, but can take the most pieces without dying. On the playing field, the Queen is versatile, and capable of causing as much damage as a knight. However, all at once, she is vulnerable and valuable. To trade a Queen for a Bishop or even a rook for that matter was unheard of.
In the rules of chess, the King is the most important piece on the board, for if he falls, the game is lost. The opponent will sacrifice any piece if it meant capturing the King, however this is also his greatest strength. The pure reason behind this lays within the very fact that the King is not without his guards. As many choose to blindly charge at the vulnerable King, many fail to see the wall that has been formed around him. The King protects his pieces as much as his pieces protect him. The King is not a fragile glass sculpture that needs to be hidden in the corner of the board. He is a soldier who battles alongside his men, for if the King does not lead, how does he expect his subordinates to follow? Indeed many marvel at the logic.
From the first few moves made, it seemed like another standard game between them, and one that typically ended in her favour every so often. Kaname had to make a change, another variation, but one that would divert her away from her trail of confidence. Yet as witty as she appeared, Kaname was a master tactician. He could interpret any move, and any play, and form the perfect counter. Like a knight in battle he would deliver his last strike with a quick, merciless blow. His style of play was indeed a reflection of his character: manipulative, full of traps and baits. Each move that seemed like a waste of a turn would have increasingly stronger impacts further in the games. Kaname never directly attacked, only threatened until there was no other possible solution left but to unleash the full force of his army.
Regardless, Kaname was not a fool to take their little wager so lightly. He was determined to create some ‘variation’ in the game, and one that would make the game all the more interesting for the both of them. From being accustomed to the formulaic styles, full of openings and responses, Kaname would step out towards a new style of play: the style that would set himself above his sweet Yuuki; the advance of the ‘Black King’.
After all, there was a time and place for everything.
As Yuuki settled herself back into her seat, a glow of immense pride brimmed from her cherry red cheeks. Yes, it seemed she mentally congratulated herself for finding the absolute confidence to carry out her own biddings. Kaname couldn’t help but praise her efforts, particularly in the case of when it involved approaching another being with great composure. Yet in any case, the little scene from a few minutes ago had been left unforgotten. Refusing to show any signs of his trivial nature, Kaname sipped his tea elegantly, allowing the girl to bathe in her newly established confidence a few minutes more.
From the smile that was slowly creeping onto the pureblood’s face, one could deduce that this scenario was the one he had wanted. Leaning forward, a secret smile was present on his face.
“What a strange girl you are, Yuuki.” Kaname replied, as his lips curved into a polite smile. “You become flushed and bothered with my compliments, yet find conversing on the topic of ‘frivolous outfits’ so openly to be of a natural thing. And now, you wish to hear my thoughts…” The pureblood softly sighed, as he moved his cup of tea to the side.
As she dipped her head to the side to avoid his gaze, a few dark brown lock fell on her face but didn’t mar her beauty in the slightest. Her chocolate-brown eyes stared at him with confusion, as if deciphering his moods as he continued to examine her closely. Her angelic face titled in confusion making his heart triple its beat. Seeing how her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment made him chuckle.
“I believe I’m not inclined to tell you.” His deep baritone voice at last replied, chuckling lightly to himself.
Alas, his amusement was only short lived. Feeling the cool silverware press against his lips, Kaname grimaced at the sensation of chocolate spread over his lips. Heeding her bright expression and look of expectation, the pureblood reluctantly complied and parted his lips. Cleaning the spoon with one mouthful, he pulled back to chew on the soft layers of cake. In truth, the flavours of cream and chocolate worked well with one another. The slight sourness from the strawberries teased his taste buds well, causing them to water at its pungent, yet sweet taste.
Lifting the cup to his lips, Kaname swallowed his food and washed the sweetness down his throat with a generous sip. Although his favour towards the sweetest of desserts had remained the same, it was nonetheless a delightful treat.
"I wonder, does Yuuki enjoy feeding her fiancé like this?" Kaname spoke aloud with a small snicker.
I realized something about the Vampire Knight ending:
Kaname and Yuuki both gave their lives for the other so they could live freely and happy.
With a gesture of the hand, a waiter that had served them not too long ago returned to the pureblood’s side.
“More wine, perhaps?” Kaname requested aloud, eyes gleaming in the gold light, leaving her no opportunity to reply, but to watch her glass be filled with a…
Kaname paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing onto the green bottle tightly embraced against her chest. From this moment on, his interest towards her maternal habits had dwindled. Rosewood orbs fully locked onto the bottle seized so tenderly, so tightly, so irresistibly close to her body. Out of all days, it seemed that even the smallest of inanimate objects had the prior claim over her this evening. By far, Kaname’s fluctuating mood had now resembled the bottle’s envious viridian green.
In reality, the thought lingering at the back of his mind seemed somewhat improbable - far too ridiculous even for his own liking. However, with each passing minute, Kaname had become aware of the bottle’s sudden noticeable change, that no man or creature would pay regard to. Yes, from what it seemed ‘it’ almost glared at him with absolute ridicule. Privately, in what was a few seconds, Kaname had deduced that the bottle had somewhat possessed a certain glow – a glow of mocking pride towards the pureblood.
Long, nimble fingers melodiously drummed against the elegantly carved table. It served the useful purpose of relieving his ‘unhealthy’ covetous tendencies – particularly towards inanimate objects at this moment of time. It was not too long ago when the pureblood had found himself in a similar position. About a month ago, Yuuki, to her delight, had been rewarded with a perfect pass rate. Knowing that her hard work had paid off, her spirits remained high throughout the week. As lovely as the sight was, she became rather attached to her graded sheet of paper. Like a persistent child refusing to be separated from their favourite toy, Yuuki had developed an overly attached bond in a short period of time. Nonetheless, her diversion of interest had led to Kaname sulking in the corner of the room, a dark, ominous aura surrounding him for a good week.
And now, it seemed time had repeated itself once again.
The rhythmic timing of the pureblood’s fingertips absentmindedly came to a halt. Kaname regarded her pensively. Neatly folding his arms, he studied the girl who remained firmly seated in the traversal chair, still firmly clutching onto the bottle.
“Hm,” Kaname vocalised from the back of his throat, eyes glinting as he leaned forward. “Then perhaps the time has come to fulfil your side of the bargain. After all, I’m still waiting. Besides, even If I should fall heavily intoxicated, the thought of having Yuuki nurse me back to health makes it sound all the more better.” He tranquilly replied, lifting his elegant neck to penalise her with another sharp gaze.
As Kaname watched Yuuki blush prettily under his gaze he was, as though he had never seen her before, bewitched anew by the ease of her grace, the artlessness of her elegance, the brilliant and bashful expression of her eyes that desperately searched for something that would help regain her composure. In essentials she was still exactly the same woman he had fallen so helplessly and ardently in love with. But over the months, Yuuki was the same woman that had blossomed, multiplied, intensified and burgeoned like a blossom in spring. She had given him so much simply by loving him and sharing her ineluctable spirit with him that it gratified him that he had in turn been able to give her a life in which her natural talents and charms were given an opportunity to grow and flourish as never before.
With his jealousy forgotten, Kaname simply watched her, transfixed by the playful musicality of her laughter, the radiance of her countenance, the suppleness of her shoulders as they rose from the soft, creamy silk of her gown. As though she sensed his attentions, Yuuki turned and timidly lifted her eyes to his. Across the length of the table Kaname could only return a small, intimate smile that was for her alone. It was a smile that was always born in his eyes and would most certainly remain there forever.
The expected attack of the napkin had left Kaname to break away from his distant thoughts. Placing the ruffled napkin to the side, the corner of his lips lifted to form a Cheshire smile. The silver streams reflecting of the moon ran across his white shirt, making it appear to have a silver tinge. His collar and sleeves rustled from the height of the wind, slowly clasping and chiselling the breath of his broad shoulders, arms and chest. The pureblood’s dark locks feathered around his long cheeks and temples, sweeping softly over his probing red eyes and long nose. His décolleté shimmered like a black trek of blood around his elegant throat, his entire face dripping in shadows, black and anonymous, leaving his expressions to be hidden within the shadows, as the odd streak of clouds passed across the moon.
The pureblood smiled behind his hand.
“Then make your move, dear one. The longer you hesitate to act, the more vulnerable you become towards your opponent. Time is of the essence, sweet girl.” Kaname answered with a sardonic tone, returning to his usual playful behaviour.
From what was a playful atmosphere, the tone had shifted ever so slightly. Frowning to herself, Yuuki remained rooted in deep thought, her face concentrated and almost anxious. Her gaze seemed distant, as though her soul had wandered into the depths of her inner thoughts, closing herself out from the outer world for a mere second. Angling his head to the side, Kaname’s smile dimmed, as he took note of her sudden change in behaviour.
With the relief of hearing her speak again, Kaname listened intently to her muffled words. Piecing a few things together, an understanding smile broke free from his solemn expression. From what it seemed, his little Yuuki had troubled herself over a minor comment. As always, it seemed normal in her nature to consider even the smallest of details, particularly when it involved those she cared for.
Propping his chin against his closed fist, Kaname returned a tender reply: “I have no preference. Yuuki entices me in every way possible. Yuuki is adorable no matter what she may choose to do, or even wear for that matter. She is after all, my dear girl.”
A generous slice of rich bitter-sweet chocolate cake with chocolate butter cream was now positioned before the girl. A gentle dusting of icing sugar was sprinkled across its dark velvet topping, adding all the more to the mouth watering appearance of the dessert. Thin slices of strawberries decorated the outer rim of the plate, as a few more were positioned onto the centre of the cake - its rich, red colour contrasting against the rich cream drizzled across its fleshy front.
Settling his tea cup onto a saucer, Kaname admired her expression.
"There, as promised."
The walls surrounding the courtyard were filled with greenery that grew ever more lush as the riots of roses clustered nearby. Each deep, scarlet, velvet hearted bloom was densely petalled, wafting a raft of scent over the courtyard.
A series of scattered images…
With a gesture of the hand, a waiter that had served them not too long ago returned to the pureblood’s side.
“More wine, perhaps?” Kaname requested aloud, eyes gleaming in the gold light, leaving her no opportunity to reply, but to watch her glass be filled with a generous volume of wine. Leaving the bottle in an ice bucket positioned at the centre of the table, the pureblood smiled idly at her reaction. He had no idea before how amusing it would be to take her out to unfamiliar places. Her manner, her reactions and words were unpredictable, which made the time they spent together all the more riveting rather than letting her do as she pleased. If he teased her, he wanted to know what her limit was before she exploded from vexation. If he approached her with a kiss in public, he wanted to know if she would return the favour with equal passion. If he played a joke on her, he wanted to know if she would scream or simply dismiss his child like behaviour. Or, more to his amusement, if he constantly teased her about getting intimate, he loved watching her fluster nervously.
Upon hearing her thoughts, Kaname occasionally nodded, assuring her that he gave her his undivided attention – though in any case it was a natural thing. He continued to stare at her from where he sat, rubies naturally alluring and brimming with tenderness. Realising that he had fallen into a daze for a few minutes, Kaname exhaled slowly, and looked away to gather strength for his tickling vocal cords. By now, Kaname had become aware of their little game. If she wished to play a game, then by all means, he was more than prepared to play the fool a little while longer- a love struck fool to be more specific.
A smirk ghosted over his lips. “A nurse outfit? My, what a delightful sight that would be. Yet in either case, I will not hold myself responsible for what ever may happen.” Kaname replied, amusement bleeding into his soul the more flustered she became in retaliation. “However, if you should decide to speak any louder, I believe people will gather the wrong impression of us.” Kaname chuckled under his hand, observing for symptoms of doubt in her body language. As of now, she seemed rather determined to forgo her previous plans. Fundamentally, Kaname had become aware of the consequences of losing to their little bet. In all truth, Kaname wasn’t entirely fond of the thought of wearing something which undermined his masculinity. It was beyond bizarre, yet all the more brilliant as it fuelled the heat of their gamble. It was at times like this that Kaname was thankful that his private teasing with Yuuki remained confidential.
He whispered something under his breath, as his head rotated to admire Yuuki from a different angle. The adoration of her gaze enticed him, somehow making him feel tempted to let the sensation overpower him and succumb to it.
“Indeed…What a lovely picture.” Kaname voiced with a dry chuckle, his lips parting a mere inch to reveal his glinting fangs. “There is nothing more a man would desire than to see his loved one wearing a frivolous outfit…Indeed, the thought has certainly enticed me even more. Ah, forgive me. It seems I spoke too absent-mindedly…Perhaps my excitement has gotten the better of me.”
His eyes shimmered as he leaned forward, as the corners of his mouth raised into a smirk. His mouth was full of the taste of Yuuki, hugging his breath. Since the moment they had settled into their seats, Yuuki had lovingly decorated his thoughts all evening. The longer he had spent in her company, Kaname had sensed a promiscuous vibe scintillating in his speech. He was like a wire of a harp trembling whenever her fingers played. With each passing hour, further tension added onto each string, tightening each one in an aching pace. Bendable, quivering and crying in her touch, and if she were a proficient musician, she’d make him cry out in delight or terror. It would take Yuuki little effort to set him straight, considering his current state of mind that was currently under the influence of alcohol and the heavy need to satisfy his hunger. Regardless, Kaname was still quite the sober man.
Kaname’s smirk widened behind his hand, as he looked to find Yuuki’s attention now focused on the dessert menu. Her face lit up with an expression of absolute joy, as her slow smile gathered momentum and flooded her face, with her eyes gleaming happily in excitement. Straightening his posture, Kaname braced himself, knowing what was coming to burst at him around the corner in just a moment or two.
“But of course, Yuuki.” Kaname at last replied, listening to the delighted giggle coming from across the table. “You may have whatever you like.”
Like a freshly shucked pearl, the night sky began to darken fully, revealing its beauty with faint twinkling stars growing more numerous and steadily brighter - the wondrous sight as scintillating as a handful of diamonds casually strewn onto soft, black velvet. It was…
The walls surrounding the courtyard were filled with greenery that grew ever more lush as the riots of roses clustered nearby. Each deep, scarlet, velvet hearted bloom was densely petalled, wafting a raft of scent over the courtyard.
A series of scattered images flitted ethereally through the deepest recesses in his mind, strongest amongst them a pair of beautiful, beguiling eyes. They were elegantly beautiful. Almond shaped, fringed with sooty sweep of movie starlet lashes, delicious pools of rosewood flecked with a glint of gold. Upon closer inspection, one would find them to behold the very central meaning of life.
A feeling of faint warmth accompanied the images as if a gentle hand had been laid on the vulnerable nape of his neck. His hand grew warmer and warmer, flickers of warmth pulsing quietly through his cool flesh. He found himself strangely, illogically, thinking that he wanted to hold that tiny being he loved so dearly forever. Yet even the mere thought brought the faintest of faint, tentative smiles on his face.
A slow smile gathered momentum and flooded his face, as his eyes grew happily expectant with the sudden warm memory that came to mind. The pureblood could thoroughly recall a familiar pair of bright brown eyes solemnly regarding him for a moment, before a flying blur of soft silken skirts and bobbing curls hurled itself into his arms, driving him back hard against the seat he was ensconced in. How well he could recall the memory. Even now , by just sitting across from her it brought a small, fond smile to grace his face as he looked searchingly into her warm coppery-brown eyes.
Clichéd as the expression went; it seemed not so long ago when the little girl sat on his lap, all curls and dimples and soft, plump, babyish curves. As a child, her fine, autumnal-toned hair floated seemingly with a life of its own, burnished ringlets framing her innocent face. Kaname could recall the feeling of her warm little hands clasping onto his chest, her small, pink fingers fiddling restlessly with the narrow edge of his sleeve in her attempt to protest against his leaving…
She was his eternal delight, his most precious joy…
And then there were the times they had spent indoors together, locked away in their room, retelling the other with fantasies and stories. Upon playing the role as her eyes into the outside world, Kaname spoke of the mild pleasant evenings and mornings during the summer. In a time of abundance and golden sunlight, Kaname heightened her spirits by describing to her the time of seasons of when the flower garden ran riot with carmine red roses, fragrant drooping wisteria and countless cascades of colourful little blossoms spilling from every corner of that endless vista of greenery at the bottom of their garden. He spoke of the stonewalled courtyard near the tinkling marble fountain, enjoying the delicate coos and soft burbling of delight he received from the little girl – and her wondrous, wide-eyed infant gaze that followed after her bell-like laugh pealing out like a tiny, tinkling, wine-chime.
Utterly lost in adoration, Kaname pulled away from his childhood memories to admire the very same limpid, large topaz-brown eyes, sweetly solemn and filled with the hidden mysteries of the ages beautiful eyes that looked deep down into his soul and filled it with hope, light, warmth and a deep seated belief that all was right in the world. And here she was, his dainty little darling, his sweet Yuuki; her cheeks pink with emotion, her tender lower lip slightly atremble, her tiny brow knit with the burden in her loving child’s heart.
Oh what Kaname would give to hold the single moment of crushing her into his chest, inhaling her scent, imprinting her on his mind as deeply as he could, pressing soft, warm kisses to the top of her head. It was where he utterly longed to be. The thought of Yuuki drew him in strongly, pulled at his yearning heart ever more urgently. Kaname knew what his heart wanted, needed and desired that his life be spent with Yuuki, his descendant, his lover, his fiancée and future wife. It drew him in with an undeniable force. The life-bond of everlasting union his heart had searched for, yearned for and ached for had been made; an unstoppable burgeoning joy which waited beneath all the frustrations, tribulations and heartaches Kaname resolutely turned his thoughts to the coming times ahead.
Breaking a sigh past his lips, Kaname lifted the crystal wine glass to his lips and sipped, surprised when there was nothing coming forth. Peering oddly at the glass and upended it and sighed, reaching for the bottle of wine beside him. Expectant to feel the coolness of the glass against his fingertips, as of now, the pureblood could only feel the empty space of where his bottle of wine was left. Frowning in slight confusion, the situation had only become clear upon hearing the hasty clinking of glass from across the table. Tipping the remaining mouthful of wine into her glass, Yuuki carelessly set the now emptied bottle down beside her. Bewildered by the generous volume sitting in her glass, the girl paid no further thought and drained the last dregs of the fruity red wine from her glass.
Being the persistent kind of her nature, the last remaining bead of liquid welled up, swelling until it nearly breached the limit allowed by the laws of gravity. It trembled a moment or two resembling a pearl as it grew perfectly round, something quite beautiful yet simultaneously having the power to be a herald of the unthinkable. Unable to defy the laws of the universe any longer, it trailed down in a little rush at first before slowly down and falling into her starved mouth.
Although Yuuki was not known to drink wine, if very little, like herself Kaname was by no means an alcoholic. In truth, he had almost seen it as a decent substitute for blood that lasted effectively for a short period of time – though long enough to last him a trip away from home at least. Yet in any case, to see her down a glass so quickly did concern the pureblood to an extent.
A smile of remembrance graced his noble features, as he fixed his attention back onto the girl – a pleasant, playful glare welcoming him warmly.
“Admit defeat?” Kaname murmured, a hint of amusement wired in his words. “I would rather play the role of the fool then admit defeat. You speak of time so flimsily. Time is an open subject. Tell me, when will it come? When will I have the opportunity to admire such great work? In a second? Minute? Hours, perhaps?” The pureblood listed, occasionally falling into the habit of pushing her away from her comfort zone. At times she had become far too comfortable within the world he had created for, it seemed only natural to test her tolerance, and determine whether she had softened and shrivelled like a dying petal. After all, the world in reality was far crueler than he.
Hearing her remark, Kaname felt his shoulders incline. His eyes beamed and a smile coated his mouth. Grinning to himself, his long lashes crept over his crimson eyes.
“Very well then; I accept your proposal.” Kaname spoke gently, his voice even and aloud, harnessing authority he often acquired during his meetings, “If I am successful, I will only require a massage, though I think a five hour session will do quietly nicely; a fairly simple task to accomplish. However, if I am so unfortunate to loose then I will be at your disposal.”
Inquisitively, the pureblood tilted his head to the side.
“And what are your conditions?”
Kaname waited with an inviting smile, calm and immutable once more.
Soft light from nearby street lanterns spilled across the walled courtyard, bathing the small garden in a gentle golden glow. A mere hour had passed, yet the atmosphere remained bright and cheerful. Empty wine glasses would be filled and the faint sound of dying…
Like a freshly shucked pearl, the night sky began to darken fully, revealing its beauty with faint twinkling stars growing more numerous and steadily brighter - the wondrous sight as scintillating as a handful of diamonds casually strewn onto soft, black velvet. It was as though the night illuminated and brightened his worn soul, letting it bask in the star’s soft radiance. Like the calm waters of the sea that reflected the soft light of the moon, and the deep red roses that transformed to objects of rare beauty with hearts of black velvet under the soft touch of the night, everything seemed to come alive and uphold a unique beauty.
The soft moonlight washed over Kaname and changed his dark hair to purest onyx, its soft jet black beauty rivalling that of the great vessel of velvet that stretched across the sky. Kaname’s face was tilted back, his smooth brow and pale cheeks sculpted to perfection as the diffuse light played across his face. His buttoned silk blouse defined each muscle, outlined and chiselled by the light and shadow playing across him. Sitting upright like a graceful pillar of pure marble, the pureblood did not come across as cold as ice, but warm with the divine spark of life. No young be-laurelled creature on earth was more beautiful, more desirable, more within delectable reach than he.
Kaname could hear her heart flutter within her listening to his rich low voice, and his word that struck an answering chord in her mind. She seemed to take it in all so slowly, waiting, feeling and experiencing each moment that passed. It was only then did she cast her eyes shyly down to her lap, her face still delicately flushed soft rosebud pink.
As he ran his long sensitive fingers up into his long silky locks, the natural light emitted from the moon danced off the shiny-rose coloured highlights of his hair. An image of a perfect brimming glass of wine- thick, dark and rich hovered enticingly before his weary brain for a moment actually drew a spurt of moisture to his mouth. Resolutely, he squashed the thought bitterly acknowledging that already there had been too many glasses imbibed in one night. Seeking comfort in the alluring, fragrant ruby-red depths of a heavy crystal glass had all been too frequent of late with fruitless results, particularly in the case of business trips away from home where hours of hunger prolonged to ‘eventful’ weeks or months.
Nevertheless, after yielding to the insistent calls from a long, long series of slim-necked jade bottles over the days, weeks, and months, Kaname had managed to find temporary release from all the thoughts that plagued him, fully well knowing that the price was high, too high. Indeed, how often he had indulged himself in that private hobby, that solemn party for one where the contents of glass after glass found its way down his throat, sluicing away the greyness that pressed ever harder into his head- the only thing that was half capable of keeping his hungry at bay.
And yet, upon returning home, his sweet Yuuki had always played the perfect role of a concerned lover. Like any one who took precaution, she had at times gone to the extent of locking away every single beverage within the manor, keeping the key to the family’s wine cabinet out of harm’s way, and more importantly a fair distance from Kaname. Regardless of her attempts, that were nonetheless fully appreciated, the fleeting seductive thought of helping himself to a small glass to calm the sweet oblivion of his hunger that resurfaced again and again seemed incredibly tempting…
…Yet to give up such a temptation was a small price to pay. In all truth, the importance of retaining Yuuki’s favour was deemed to be far more important.
Finishing the last remains of his dish, Kaname dabbed his lips lightly with a napkin. The tinkling laugh of his ‘little friend’ rippled across the table, capturing the pureblood’s attention. Leaning forward, his immaculate countenance softened, yet the spark of mirth within his narrowed eyes remained. A sheepish expression engulfed his solemn features.
“Yes, man power.” Kaname confirmed lightly, rubbing the rim of his glass with the pad of his thumb, “And if the lady is willing to put her money where her mouth is then I would warmly accept your challenge. After all, the night is young and there is nothing more entertaining than taking part in a good challenge.”
The white of his fangs clicked against the glass, hiding away his malignant grin.
“So then, when can I expect to see this revolutionary strength of yours? Hm?”
- As a child when her crush on Kaname started to really take over and fully develop she played out their wedding with dolls lots of times. Cross noticed this but just quietly chuckled to himself.
- Even though Kaname was seemingly annoyed by all the little excuses Cross made up to make him come…
You attacked my inbox with the argument I hate the most and I facepalm everytime I see it, on top of that it was a long day for me so I’m not in the best mood. You basically came out of nowhere to send me this even though I haven’t posted anything ship war related in the tag for a long time now, but I suppose with the extra chapter in sight this was something to be expected.
You know, when Zeki Shippers try to support their ship with this argument I can’t help but think that they didn’t really try to understand what is going on and took everything at face value because that’s something easy to do. Generally I don’t have problems with different interpretation of the same story, because you know, we are all different and we all look at everything from a different point of view. But when you interpret things in a way that disregards clearly stated facts just so it suits your ship, well that’s something I really don’t like. Sadly the scenario you mentioned is a good example of this.
That’s one thing that people really misinterpret Kaname’s character but apparently the same goes for Yuuki too I suppose hating on her is probably a lot less complicated than trying to understand her for a bit. Yuuki hate saddens me just as much as Kaname hate especially since for this particular matter you really need to understand how Yuuki must have felt and what was going on with her and her situation.
When Kaname turned her a vampire (which he had to do otherwise she would have gone mad), her whole world turned upside down. Everything changed, even her relationship with the people around her. She got to know that the man she is in love with is actually hers from the very start and at the same time her childhood friend whom she grew up with pointed a gun at her and they didn’t really separate on the best of terms. So she went to the Kuran Manor mostly with the feelings of confusion and guilt.
Confusion because she didn’t really comprehend what she is and how she is supposed to act from now on and guilt because she became the type of creature Zero hated the most. This very reason made her refuse her vampire side for a whole year.
I don’t know whether you understand what this means. Kaname had to cut his wrist on a daily basis so that Yuuki at least got a little bit of blood which was actually far from being sufficient. This went on for a whole year. I don’t even want to think about how both of them might have felt. Yuuki refusing her vampire side and desperately trying to live as a human while Kaname just felt guilty for bringing her back and totally clueless on what to do with her because giving her blood through his wrist in the only thing he could do. We all know he wanted her to be a human the whole time so all these issues with Yuuki just reinforced his idea.
In Chapter 52 Yuuki is finally able to obtain blood like how vampires are supposed to and aside from the fact Kaname didn’t quench her thirst entirely, he did a damn good job at still sating her thirst somehow since after bring able to drink properly you didn’t see Yuuki going crazy over blood thirst, nor at the vampire ball, nor later.
Not even when she stepped in a pool of blood.
The only time she started to be thirsty again is when Kaname left. But that’s given since she had no one to get blood from on a daily basis. What does this all mean then? Apparently Kaname was more than enough to sate her blood lust since not even a room full of blood affected her so even though a part of her remained unquenched she still functioned how she was supposed to be and was totally alright.
And must I really mention all the scenes Yuuki lusted after Kaname’s blood like crazy and wanted to devour him whole?
This is just one splendid example but there are like 3 or 4 more scenes like this in the manga.
Another issue needs to be addressed: when Kaname “locked her up”, as you like to put it, it was never for selfish reasons. Never for his own amusement and fun and it never made him happy nor did he actually wanted to do it. After he killed the entire vampire council lots of people were after him most probably to interrogate.
Do you seriously think that letting out a new pureblood vampire, who basically equals to a baby in terms of vampirism and can’t control her blood thirst nor can she protect herself, is a wise idea in a situation like this? Do you really? I think Kaname made the best possible solution when deciding to keep her inside. And do you know how he felt about this? Aidou gives you the answer here.
After that one year when he finally arranged things and everything got safer you know what was the first thing he did? He introduced her to the whole vampire society, gave her Artemis and let her out and free. Just as he said he always wanted her to be the person she wants to be and he had never ever told her what to do.
Yes, he wanted to keep her inside. He wanted to deprive her of everything and crush her wings of freedom.
But the truth is he never did this and he always overcame this contradiction and at the end always let her free. So you see, I really don’t understand why people keep on saying that he chained her to himself and deprived her of her freedom when this is the farthest from what actually happened in the manga.
The only thing he had a fault in regarding their relationship is that in order to shake off those contradictions he had imposed some demands on her.
But these demands were all harmless and you know… Yuuki could have easily opposed him if she really wanted to because Kaname would never ever deny her anything. She didn’t though, she understood why he needed this. He did NOT try to change her like how some people try to put it nor did he wanted her to be someone else. It was simply a method for him to get rid of the contradictions so that he would not actually chain her to himself. This sounds dangerous, but I must repeat myself that he never ever did this in the first place and always gave her the freedom she needed and let her grow her wings to become the person she wants to be.
The problem is that Yuuki really didn’t find herself, even after getting over the blood issues and even after getting introduced to vampire society she didn’t find her place in the vampire world. She still felt guilt over being a pureblood and she still had issues with not being equal to Kaname. Because you know the entire time at the Academy she thought he would be never hers which was actually the farthest thing from the truth. So when she learnt Kaname is hers she had a really hard time comprehending this.
She even admitted to herself that at this point she has so many issues going on (accepting her vampire side etc) that she really doesn’t have the energy to deepen her relationship with Kaname. It’s not that she didn’t want to — she just had too many things going on.
So to end this:
Kaname himself had never been the reason she was saddened. Her feelings had never been the reason she felt miserable as you put it.
Her entire situation was the reason she felt out of place and she and Kaname never got the chance to get over this and sort everything out because I believe this relationship could have worked perfectly if Yuuki had been more accepting of herself.
This has nothing to do with her feelings it’s just simply the situation she was put through. Because quite frankly, if you are feeling miserable with the person itself, you don’t say out of pure instinct that you want to go with that person.
Yes, this happened too.
And to finally wrap up this wall of text, well yes anon, just as you said:
But without any irony added.
Gosh Zekis are cowards sending anon hate like this. This post is brilliant.
I agree with you entirely. It’s incredible how they all hide behind the ‘anonymous’ label.