A tall man with a bushy white beard and curly white locks smacked his hands down on Kaien Cross' desk.

The man was dressed in a pristine black suit, crisp white shirt, and matching black tie. His black, leather, dress shoes had been polished until they shone, and he gave off the impression of a wealthy business tycoon. Sitting beside his feet was a small, brown leather briefcase.

"Kaien, I've known you for forty years, and I've never asked a thing of you. I helped you set up this school and in return, all I ask is one thing. You must let Reina Kurosawa join the Night Class! She is one of the most elite children in the world, coming from a wealthy family and with more brains than Hanabusa Aido!" he demanded, urgency clear in his voice.

Kaien rested his chin on his hands, lacing his fingers together. The light caught his silver glasses, making it impossible to make out his eyes. His lips were drawn in a tight line. His green shawl was wrapped tightly around his shoulders, with the top of his purple polo neck peeking out from underneath his cream, woollen cardigan.

"You know it's impossible, Eito. You, of all people, know the truth behind the Night Class. It's too dangerous to put a human in their midst. Even with Kaname keeping an eye on them, we can't guarantee her safety."

Eito sighed, standing straight and massaging his temple. His hand continued, running through his snow-white hair. He closed his tired lilac eyes.

"You know it, don't you? You know that I wouldn't ask unless it was necessary. You know that I wouldn't risk the life of a girl, who could rid the world of the worst diseases, by throwing her into a pit full of bloodthirsty leeches," he said, slumping in one of the green, leather chesterfield couches.

Kaien stood, and turned to look out one of the rectangular, mahogany paned windows. His pushed his glasses back up his nose with his left hand, his right holding the elbow of his left, folded across his chest.

"Yes, I understand, Eito. But nothing could ever make me change my mind. It's too dangerous," he said, his tone serious and slightly sad.

Eito undid the gold buckles of the briefcase with a click.

"I figured you say that."

Kaien turned around, his eyebrows furrowed. Eito pulled out a white paper, covered in elegant, scriptural writing. Kaien's eyes widened.

"That's..." Eito nodded.

"Our dear Juri wrote that the day Yuuki was born. Read it. It's addressed to you and I."

Kaien gasped as his eyes travelled down the paper. His head shot back up and he stared at the white-haired, ex-hunter. His expression turned serious again.

"This must be kept a secret from Kaname, but he must also be told of her existence."

Kaname strolled across the school grounds, the bitter night's air blowing his ebony waves around his neck. His burgundy eyes narrowed when he saw a familiar man leave Cross' quarters. Their eyes met, the man stopped walking briefly, nodding towards the pureblood, before continuing. Kaname watched the ex-hunter leave, his usual stoic expression, puzzled and angry. Kaname's footsteps echoed throughout the narrow, wooden corridor. Kaname soundlessly opened the door to the chairman's office.

"Kaname-kun! How nice to see you! Perfect timing too!" Kaien greeted him in his usual cheery voice.

Kaname sat on a couch, opposite from where he could smell Eito from.

"What was Eito Kiryuu doing here?" he asked, his eyes filled with rage, though his expression suggested otherwise.

Kaien sighed.

"Straight to the point as always, Kaname."

Kaien opened one of his walnut brown drawers. He pulled out a chestnut brown file and handed it to Kaname. Kaname elegantly raised an eyebrow.

"What is this?" he asked, anger lacing his voice after thoroughly going over it.

"Reina Kurosawa, her parents unknown. She was raised by a wealthy family in America but moved here with them a few months ago. The government, taking pride in the fact the world's smartest is Japanese, gave her a choice of attending any school in the country. According to Eito, she chose here without a moment's hesitation. She's coming here to study one thing, Kaname. She knows about the Night Class and is going to be transferred to the Night Class."

Kaname shot up, hands slamming down on the cracking desk.

"She cannot." His nails dug into the poor desk as he leaned down closer to Cross' face.

"You understand the dangers of the Night Class, Headmaster. Despite I, a pureblood, being present, the Night Class are barely biding with your rules. How do you expect them to react to some human, playing doctor, living in their dorm? he hissed, eyes bearing into the unfazed headmaster of the academy.

Kaien sat back in his seat, his eyes thoughtful. He fixed his glasses and pursed his lips.

"Kaname, you must understand. She is not coming to just 'play doctor' on all of you. She is set straight on finding a cure for Level Es and Ds, as well as studying the vampire as a being. After all, she is neither human nor, vampire."

Kaname's eyes widened a fraction, before narrowing completely.

"Explain yourself, ex-vampire hunter, Kaien Cross."

"She's a completely different being. Other than herself, who undoubtedly knows what, no one knows what she is. In fact, it's part of the reason I must let her join the Night Class. Hanabusa Aido is to study her, as well. He is to discover what she is, even if it takes his entire life, by orders of both the Vampire Senate and Hunter's Association. It's the first thing they've ever come to terms of agreement on."

Kaname sighed, running a hand through his wavy locks, and gracefully plopping into one of the couches again.

"I understand, Headmaster."