Hi - DON'T START YELLING YET - so I'm sorry I died for a few months. It was a really unpleasant experience for me, but I talked to death, and we worked things out, so all is good now.

Okay, now you can yell. Only not really. Because the people around you will think that's weird.

Disclaimer: Nothing is owned by me, despite the multiple requests I made for the rights to VK on my Christmas List. But I'm so fucking glad I got socks and plates with tacky chickens on them.

Chapter Warning(s): language, boyxboy, chocolate poisoning, no Kaien (I'm sorry, I know it's a deal breaker, but bear with me for a chapter, m'kay?), comments from a usually responsible adult that may or may not be sexual

"How about this one?"

With a sigh, Zero dutifully opens his mouth, eyes trained intensely on the gently loved book lazily resting in his hands, and waits patiently for his adopted sister to force yet another deformed chocolate truffle down his throat.

Worse, he immediately thinks. Its bitterness assaults his taste buds the second the two have the misfortune of meeting. At least the chocolate three trials back had taken ten.

Doing his best to restrain a grimace as he chews and a sigh of relief when he finally manages to swallow, the male prefect emits a noncommittal grunt, and returns his near watering eyes to the suddenly twisting words on the passage he'd read five times now and had yet to comprehend once, because bleck.

Zero isn't really a big fan of sweets, but that was fucking disgusting.

Of course, there's no way in hell that he was going to tell Yuuki that. And not because she'd be upset - let's face it, the girl knew she sucked when it came to all things edible. No, Zero wouldn't dare allow the truth to slip past his lips because that was what got him into this situation in the first place.

Zero, will you do me a favor and taste this? ... Wait, why are you coughing... Zero... ZERO, don't spit it out! Oh, come on, it can't be that bad! Here, wait, I'll fix it, okay! Just let me start another batch...

And another.

And another.

Suspicion glows in her squinted brown eyes. "Zero?"

He knows not answering will probably give himself away, but he can't open his mouth, because he swears that if he does... Well, let's just say that emptying his stomach out on the ground would change the previous matter from a 'probably' to a 'definitely'.

But 'probably' is all Yuuki needs.

"It's horrible, isn't it?" she murmurs, shoulders sagging in defeat.

Fuck it. "Lethal," Zero admits with a dry smile.

She groans and buries her face in her hands. "I'm doomed," she whines. "Who even made this stupid holiday, huh?"

"Dunno. But if I ever meet them, it won't matter who they are for very long."

"I mean, c'mon - " Yuuki blinks, as if she just registered that Zero had spoken. "Wait, what?"

Zero casts her an innocent grin. "Pardon?"

The girl's brow furrows but she says nothing more on the matter. "I suck at cooking," she sighs finally before flopping down on the leather couch, and swinging her feet into Zero's lap, bare toes wiggling and efficiently obscuring Zero's book from view. "Actually, I guess chocolate's baked not cooked... so really, I suck at - "

"No, you pretty much suck at both," Zero quips closingly and knocks away Yuuki's legs. They fall to the floor with a thud. "Luckily, you happen to know a spectacular baker."

The girl's up and on her feet in a flash - all obnoxiously peppy bounces and ridiculously toothy grins. "You're going to help me?"

Zero hardly sees the point in responding; the question's asked with such pleasure that he's fairly positive she already knows his answer.

"This is fantastic!" Yuuki exclaims triumphantly through a mouthful of Zero's blood, sweat, and tears. Well, only the second one, really, but still, it had taken quite longer than he had expected. For someone in such desperate need of help, Zero'd thought Yuuki would have been less picky about the results. Heck, his worst would still trump her best tenfold.

But no, the girl had wanted each individual piece to be perfect, equal-sized spheres (which was, by the way, the most difficult shape to make... Besides a triangle, of course.)

On second thought, he's just glad she didn't ask for something completely impossible and ridiculously cheesy like a heart or something.

"You're amazing, Zero!" The female prefect giggles giddily as she stuffs another truffle into her mouth. "These are seriously great."

He resists the embarrassingly powerful urge to smile at the compliment, and instead tries to maintain his customary scoff. "Yes, but if you keep eating them there won't be any left."

Sheepishly, she plucks up one more tiny ball before reaching for a box far too extravagant considering its contents spawned from an oven. With nimble fingers, she places the pieces individually into two rows, and nudges them around with careful fingertips until they settle into what she deems perfection, although, to Zero, they looked exactly the same as they did before. Plus, they'd all no doubt get knocked around once the box was sealed, anyway.

Girls were weird for celebrating this holiday. Girls were weird in general.

The over-the-top presentation is topped off with a large pink bow - something Zero would shiver in disgust at if he'd been the one receiving the gift.

Speaking of which...

"So, who's it for?"

Yuuki freezes, but keeps her eyes and hands trained on the already-finished task. "What?" she asks innocently, as if she had barely caught his question.

Zero didn't believe her for a second.

"The chocolate," he says, lips curling into a smirk when her cheeks burn red.

Still, she refuses to look up, though this time, it is without even a bit of tact. She simply stares down at the present doing absolutely nothing. "That's not - "

"My business?" Zero's grin is now full-fledged and his lilac orbs are flashing with mischief. He clucks his teeth patronizingly. "But you see, it kind of is. I did help you, after all. It's really the least you could do."

When her head raises, it's with a pout decorating her mouth. "Zero," she whines unabashedly. "Don't make me say it."

"So, Kaname then?" he laughs as she squirms in embarrassed displeasure. "I guess I shouldn't be that surprised. Still, part of me was wondering whether or not you'd go for blondie this year."

Her eyes widen and with seriousness that makes him want to chuckle again, she says, "Oh no, Zero. Not after what he did to you. I won't forgive him that easily."

Zero reaches out and tucks a strand of the girl's stray hair behind her ear, and he smiles softly. "I can fight my own battles, you know," he assures her.

She blanches slightly at her brother's uncharacteristically sweet gesture, but recovers quickly. "Yeah, but it doesn't hurt to have a little help, either."

Zero pulls away too quickly for any of it to make sense: the delicate pink on porcelain skin - a color similar to that stupid bow, actually - the slightest aroma of freesia and vanilla, the sudden heaviness of the fingers behind her ear, as if pulling them away took every bit of his willpower... the warmth beneath those finger tips, the steady beat of a heart...

A tiny ache, barely there. Hardly noticable. Not at all worth mentioning. Something that could be quickly disregarded as a catch of the breath. Of a scratchiness brought on by a dry throat, or a simple side effect of his cold that had been obstinately hanging around for the past couple of months.

So that's what he did - disregard it.

As a matter of fact, ten minutes later, he'd scarcely remember the incident. And in twenty, it would have faded from his recollection completely.

"So, ready for tomorrow?" the girl chirps cheerfully after a moment of silence.

Zero groans, because oh yeah, he'd completely forgotten why she was in the kitchen - a place that Yuuki, for everyone's sakes really, should avoid at all costs. Fucking -

"Oh, come on, Zero. It's our first time really celebrating! It'll be fun. Just give it a chance."

Grumbling, he ignores the girl's futile - but endearingly so - attempts, and brings his hand up to the very base of his neck, scratching the itchy skin there insistently.

Fucking holiday is giving him a rash, and it hadn't even started yet.

But, oh boy, isn't he excited.

The silver-haired prefect flinches for the third time in a row as a whistle's criminally high-pitched shriek pierces the air. And he was expecting a fourth time in the distant future. Honestly, he thinks that if the girl hasn't already caught on by now that the sound really only worked on well-trained dogs, it's not happening any time soon. If he was a good brother, he would tell her. But he's not, and as much as the sound annoys him, it's fairly amusing to watch Yuuki to get all red in the face and huffy when the mob that was once civilized enough to be referred to as the 'Day Class' doesn't immediately respond in the way she'd desired.

Abandoning the whistle with a frustrated huff, Yuuki calls out for them to get into their respective places - an idea she'd proudly come up with that morning. Cross had been very enthusiastic about the whole 'having lines designated to each Night Class member' thing as well, but Cross was enthusiastic about a lot of dumb things. Zero, on the other hand, had simply told her that if she spent as much time on her studies as she did on these ridiculously trivial things, she'd be at the top of their class.

That had soured her mood for a total of two minutes.

Which was yet another thing to hate about these kind of days. People just couldn't seem to keep those stupid smiles of their faces. Zero wonders whether the girls would stop all their smiling and screaming if they knew that showing that much teeth made them look like horses fed too many spoonfuls of peanut butter.

"Here."

The male prefect jumps, and the hand that had been unconsciously scraping at his neck stills.

At first, he's certain he must have been mistaken - that that voice couldn't possibly be talking to him - but after a few seconds of nothing, there's a soft cough, and he looks in the direction of the sound. Sure enough, a few feet to his right is a girl with thin-rimmed glasses and braids, and in her hands sits a tiny box.

It's more tastefully wrapped than Yuuki's - simple brown paper with a single blue ribbon tied into a loose bow. It's also smaller, too, and Zero imagines it couldn't hold more than two pieces of candy.

But that's not the strange part.

"Here," she repeats. "It's for you."

That is.

Zero raises his eyebrows in surprise, and she flushes, the confident air she'd previously been displaying dispelling.

"If you want it, of course."

Not sure what to say, Zero reaches out and gently plucks the tiny gift from her hands. He briefly toys with the prospect of 'thank you', but she's off like a shot before he can even manage a syllable. Besides, the clicking of an opening gate reaches the ears of the anxious girls a few seconds after the exchange, so he doubts he would have been able to give all that much gratitude, anyway. And he isn't really all that grateful. Confused, yes. But grateful?

A sucked in breath, and it begins. The girls erupt into fits of excitement, and Yuuki's prided system is instantly forgotten as each black uniform pushes its way to the very middle of the path, where the Night Class is gathering with mostly bored (and some amused) expressions on their faces.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Zero hisses under his breath, eyes rolling as he spots Yuuki in the very middle of the chaos, still shouting out commands as if any of the girls gave a single fuck. "Hey!" he yells, thankful that his deeper voice carried above their girlish cries. He would've refused to go any louder, lest he risk another seemingly seasonal-but-not-really-because-it-was-almost-spring-and-it-still-won't-go-away sore throat.

Despite this, only a few heads turn, and a lot of them are from the Night Class.

"Hey!" he calls again with nearly identical results, only this time, it's with a twinge in his throat.

Fuck, all the yelling was starting to give him a headache. And he's breaking into a sweat which is insane considering it's in the middle of February. He loosens his tie with his free hand and sloppily yanks loose a few buttons. The flesh right above his collarbone burns, and he's clawing at it so roughly it might actually fall off.

"Girls, please."

It's probably the farthest thing from an order, and yet each fangirl quiets - all with perked ears and wide eyes.

And who else but Kaname Kuran could accomplish such a task with a mere two words?

Zero's almost jealous.

"Cooperate," the pureblood says with a polite smile. His wine-colored eyes coolly skim over the crowd before they catch Zero's gaze, and the pleasant curve of his mouth widens into an almost wicked grin. "You're giving your dedicated disciplinary committee a very hard time."

At that, Zero can't stop the flush that warms his cheeks, because what Kaname sees must be a fright. His shirt is now somehow unbuttoned to the middle of his ribcage and half untucked from his uniform slacks, and his tie is nowhere to be seen. A 'very hard time' was right.

It should be fairly obnoxious that the girls file into neat organized lines at Kaname's request, but Zero's too relieved to care. He simply sighs, making sure to break eye contact with the pureblood before doing so, lest he seem breathless, and attempts to not draw any attention to the fact that he's buttoning up his shirt and basically redressing as he approaches Yuuki's equally flushed - for an entirely different reason, of course - side.

"Alright," Yuuki announces cheerfully enough - way more cheerful than Zero would have been in her situation - and brings her whistle back up to her lips. "On my mark, the Night class students will go to their designated lines, and the Day class students will calmly and politely hand them their gifts. Once you have already given a gift, you will either step to the side, or get into the back of another line." She sucks in a breath of preparation but then very quickly and very wisely decides to tag on, "No pushing or shoving, please."

A shrill tweet.

And let the games begin.

Zero's hardly surprised that Kaname's line is the longest, or that Aidou's line is the loudest (or that Aidou himself was louder than all of the rows combined). He is bewildered, however, when Yuuki does not get into line herself. Hadn't she intended to give the pureblood the chocolate he'd slaved over the night before? She had. She'd made that quite clear with her would-be-endearing-in-any-other-situation desperation. So, what - had she chickened out?

"Why are you just standing here?" Zero asks in mild irritation - okay, maybe not so mild considering that batch had taken forever and the other disgusting ones that had been forced down his throat had occupied what was left of the free time. He realizes a second too late that he's concerned over something he probably shouldn't be that concerned about. After all, it was a stupid holiday, St. Xocolatl's Day. He'd said so himself. Multiple times. To Yuuki.

Why is he so annoyed over something he would normally care less about?

Why is Aidou clucking like a satisfied hen? Why is some stupid Day class boy even attempting to give Ruka a gift? Why doesn't she just stop flipping her fucking hair around, accept the present, and put that pitiful kid out of his misery?

And why is that girl with the blonde ponytail sucking on her lip all sullen-like? Is that what she thinks boys enjoy? Frankly, Zero thinks she looks like a pug. A pug with too much makeup and breasts. A pug that's holding up the line.

"Just give him the fucking chocolate already."

He hadn't intended for it to be so loud, let alone said aloud.

The pouting dog turns to Zero with wide eyes, and in horror he notes that the person her hideous expression had previously been directed at was, in fact, Kaname.

Kaname simply smirks, and Zero has to look away so that his face doesn't heat up in embarrassment yet again.

"What do you mean?" Yuuki asks, not at all fazed by his outburst. Though she shouldn't be. It's not like tactlessness was a trait he gained over night. But she is fazed. And given her awkward twitchiness, Zero thinks it has something to do with what had preceded his comment towards the blonde pug.

Seriously, her nose was all scrunched up like one, if he recalls correctly - which, he does - and there's no way Kaname found that attractive. Not that he's an expert on what Kaname's interested in, because frankly, that would be a fairly uncomfortable conversation. Zero doesn't see how the Day class guys do it - talking about things like that, that is. Especially when they used such vulgar phrases like fuck her brains out. Figurative or not, there's nothing sexy about knocking some girl's brains out of her head.

But still, Kaname could do better. Like way better. Ruka, maybe. Only no, because she's a bitch. Perhaps Yuuki then, but no - gross, that's his sister, and she is way too young for him. And human. Very, very human.

Wait, hadn't Yuuki asked him something?

Oh, right.

"What?" Zero blinks away from his disturbing train of thought, and his eyes focus back in on the girl before him.

"What?" she repeats dumbly, nose wrinkled in confusion.

Sometimes, he wonders how they think up such compelling conversations.

"You asked me something," Yuuki says after a moment of concentration. So much - too much - that the moment almost calls for some applause. But that would be rude. Although, that's never stopped him before -

"I did," he confirms slowly - not condescendingly, of course. His cheek has been slap free for a week now, and he'd like to keep it that way.

She stares at him, incredulous. "And?" She squints at his responding silence. "What did you say. To me. Zero."

Oh. "I was curious as to why you're still here when you obviously should be over there - " he points to the still persistent-as-an-itch group of girls that have shockingly remained in a neat, organized line while scrambling to grab Kaname's attention " - giving Kaname his gift."

"I'm not going to," she murmurs quietly, sobering real quickly.

"Go over there?"

"Give him the present."

Zero's eyes widen. "Are you fucking kidding me? After all that time I spent making it? And let's not forget my being your personal taste-tester. You do realize I had to skip dinner because I was so bloated on shitty chocolate, right?" He shakes his head in a mixture of disbelief and annoyance, and sighs. "Why?

She bites her lip. "It's just... he's already gotten so many, and mine isn't anywhere near as impressive as half of theirs." She gestures over towards a girl who appears to be, from her constant swaying and trembling knees, holding twice her weight in a box that's so tall it comes up to just under her chin.

"Are you doubting my chocolate-baking expertise?" Zero asks with a raised eyebrow.

She smiles weakly. "Of course not. I - "

"Then there's no issue."

"But, Zero - "

"Ah!" He raises a hand to silence her, and then, quickly, so she won't have time to interfere, turns back to the pureblood. "Yo, Kaname!"

The gift exchange comes to a screeching halt, and both classes are struck silent.

"Zero," Yuuki hisses, eyes bulging. "What. Are. You. Doing."

He winks reassuringly at her.

"Zero, I swear, if - "

Kaname, now only a foot away, watches the two of them expectantly. "Yes?" he asks in mild amusement.

"Yuuki - " he hooks an arm around her shoulders, pulls her in tight, and then smacks a palm against her mouth " - has a present for you." Zero flinches at the last word, toe suddenly throbbing beneath Yuuki's boot.

Kaname throws the blushing and sputtering girl a charming smile. "Does she?"

Feeling his job has been completed, Zero removes his hand, and Yuuki indignantly jerks out of his hold. Brown eyes ablaze, she fixes her brother with a glare as she reaches into her pocket and retrieves the horrifyingly girly box, and Zero doesn't know why she's been so worried, because it looks equally as dumb as all the other girls' gifts. Well, besides the one tucked into his blazer's pocket.

She looks back at Kaname and her expression demurs. Then, shyly, she hands him the frilly thing.

Politely, and ever so diplomatic, he takes it into his own with a, "How very thoughtful of you, Yuuki-chan."

Zero's just about to give her his best I-told-you-so grin, when a strange kind of determination crosses over her features. Her shoulders straighten, and her lips are parting - "Zero made it. Did it all without any of my help. Spent the entire night on it, actually. I just decorated the box."

Zero's jaw drops to the floor. The fuck? And it's his turn to go red and throw around a bunch of half-objections and senseless hand gestures as the pureblood's pleasantly upturned lips shift into a full-fledged beam that's so overwhelmingly cheery, Zero's stomach does a one-eighty and his knees nearly give out, all from the sheer power of it. Not because - only because it's so foreign, and he's never - not... Shit, he doesn't need to justify his response in his own head. That would just be fucking ridiculous. And insane.

Kaname's attack is gone in a matter of seconds - in it's place is a calmer smirk - and Zero thinks the vampire speaks, but all he can hear is a faint ringing. Dazedly, he simply nods to whatever the fuck the dude said before mumbling something about needing to sit down. If only he could remember how to move his legs.

It's later, when the crowds have cleared, and both classes are in their respective locations, that Zero is coherent enough to stand up and stumble to his room. On his way up the stairs, Cross shouts something at him, but he's not really in the mood to feign interest, so he simply ignores it, and stomps over to his room, wrenching the door open, and -

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Zero asks in disbelief, before slamming it back shut. He rushes back toward the stair case, leans over the banister, and calls out, "Cross, why didn't you tell me I have a visitor?"

Kaien's head peaks out from the kitchen. "But I did," he responds in confusion.

Of course you did. Zero sighs, pushes off the metal and turns back to his door. The brave, reasonable thing to do would be to go into his room and face the music and whatnot. But Zero is neither, so instead, he avoids the brass knob like the plague, half-sprints down the hallway to the bathroom, and locks the door behind himself. He leans his forehead against the wood and exhales loudly, before spinning around and meeting the raised eyebrows of Yuuki, whose mouth is foamy like a rabid dog's. Except, this foam is minty fresh.

Eyes still locked on him in curiosity, she bends over and rinses out her mouth with the tap, before placing her toothbrush back in its holder near the sink.

"Zero, what on earth are you doing?" she questions, using the back of her hand to dry her damp lips. Under normal circumstances, he would have grimaced in mild disgust.

"Abandoning ship," he tells her, as if such a statement made all the sense in the world.

She nods purely to appease him, and brushes past him on her way out.

And all talks of ships are forgotten as his heart comes to a screeching halt, and his shoulders tense because she is beside him, and his throat is suddenly burning like hell itself. His hand grasps at it in a quick jerk, and he doubles over with a heaving sort of cry.

"Zero," Yuuki states in alarm. "Zero, are you okay?" As she leans in close and her hair wisps against his cheek, angry pain claws against his ribcage and he swears he's going to die right then and there.

He's on fire.

"I'm fine" he wheezes out, and stumbles in the opposite direction of the girl who smells like vanilla and flowers and warmth. His crazed lilac orbs flicker around the cramped room searching for anything that would explain why flames are licking maliciously at his throat, and why his stomach is squeezing and pulling in every fucking direction. Something other than her.

He finds nothing.

"If you're sure..." she murmurs.

"I am." Not.

"Do you want me to - "

"No!" he croaks. "I - I'm fine."

She leaves with a hesitance that informs him this will not at all be the end of the matter, and he stumbles into the shower, breaths still near snarls, hands blindly tracing over cool metal until jets of ice cold water are pelting against his back. Zero cries out in shock, but continues to stand there with gritted teeth, refusing to leave until that horrifying feeling does.

A second later, and he's wondering why the shower is so friggin' cold - and that's it. Although, in the back of his mind, he swears there's something else he should be thinking about - something far more important.

But he can't seem to recall what.

"Why are you still here?" Zero growls, towel hanging loose around his hips, and hand threaded tiredly in his silver locks. It's fucking freezing and he'd like for nothing more than to put actual clothing on, but as of now, that's impossible due to one Kaname Kuran seated on the edge of his bed.

It's an odd sight, sure, but Zero assumes that standing for two hours straight loses its novelty quite quickly - even to purebloods.

Kaname doesn't respond - simply stares at Zero with an incredibly odd expression on his regal features, and it's then that Zero realizes that oh right, normal people typically don't have conversations when one of them is wearing only a towel, and is dripping water onto the floor. Or at least, ones that aren't, well - ya know...

Flushing, Zero secures the knot above his hipbone, rushes over to his dresser, opens the top drawer and pulls out a random shirt. Now, pants -

"Um."

But Kaname seems to snap to attention at that, because he brings his hands up to cover his eyes.

When Zero's finished dressing, he clears his throat, and the pureblood's arms fall back to his side.

"So," Zero begins awkwardly, fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. "Why aren't you in class?"

"It was canceled," Kaname responds with ease, but Zero's hardly convinced.

"Uh huh."

"I wanted to thank you," the pureblood says after a moment of uncomfortable staring. "For my present."

There is something behind the innocent sentiment of gratitude. Something teasing. Something grave. Something that makes Zero flinch, and then suck in a long breath before, "Look. It was from Yuuki. I just made it because she can't bake to save her life, and she kept making me try all her shitty concoctions, which were absolutely terrible, by the way. And really, I was helping because it was in my own best interest. I've never heard of someone dying from chocolate poisoning, but there was no way in hell I was gonna be the first, so don't think I stayed up all night making you fucking chocolate that I know you don't even eat for your sake."

He's out of breath by the end of it, and Kaname is chuckling.

Zero is unamused.

"Okay," Kaname nods, and on his lips is a toned-down version of the dizzying smile he'd given earlier. Needless to say, Zero's glad that he's close enough to his dresser that it won't look suspicious when he leans an elbow on it for support.

"Okay," Zero replies stiffly.

They stare at each other.

Zero's eye twitches.

"So stop already!" he exclaims.

Kaname raises a single eyebrow. "Stop what?"

"Smiling at me like that."

"Like what?"

Zero's beginning to sense a pattern. He crosses his arms on his chest. "Like you're so fucking happy."

"But I am happy," Kaname says it as if was as common a fact as the sky being blue, or the world being round.

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"You do when you're doing it on my bed," the silver-haired boy grumbles immaturely.

Kaname's eyes are narrowing in silent laughter, and his lips are curling up in the corners. "I hadn't realized there were rules about what I can and can't do on your bed."

"There's - " Zero pauses, face burning as he repeats the sentence over in his head. "What?"

"Perhaps I have not worded that in the best way." And it's said with a completely straight and contemplative expression. Like he's conducting a study on the human behavior, and oh, that's very interesting, let me record it in my notes.

Zero's as red as a rose at that point, and has no desire to continue as a helpless passenger aboard this derailing train of conversation. "I think you should go."

"Is that also a rule?" Did Kaname seriously think - oh well.

"Yes," Zero bites. He then politely opens and holds the door for Kaname on his way out.

But Kaname has never been one to, when in a good mood, allow another the last word, so he stops in the doorway, whirls around, Zero really can't be sure why personal space is just something vampires don't seem to understand.

Regardless, Zero can count each and every one of the pureblood's eyelashes, not that he would, because that would be, err, questionable, and can smell a hint of warm cinnamon. He tries a step backward, but oh yes, there is a wall there, how convenient.

And Kaname - stoic, formal, kingly Kaname - who saved his life years ago, and has been his closest friend ever since, platonically informs him - as platonically as one can when being only a few inches away - "Zero, surely you should know by now that some rules are simply meant to be broken," before leaving the silver-haired boy to color and splutter because what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Zero despises holidays, and he vows from this moment on to never, ever give someone a gift ever again. Especially Kaname.

So, I realize the shower scene was probably confusing. But it'll make sense later, I promise.