Yuki looked out the window of her home. Their home. Her's and Kaname's. Kaname had been by her side almost every second since their intimate ceremony that deemed them married. This time though, Kaname had left for the day on business. In anticipation of his return, she'd fussed in the kitchen not even an hour past, trying to prepare a wonderful, romantic meal. She wasn't sure if he remembered or not, but it was their two month anniversary today.
With that knowledge, she'd made a mess in the kitchen, even knocking down a mess of pots and pans. Every other vampire in the house had been drawn to the noise, and in the end Ruka and Aido ended up helping her cook. Now, the only thing missing was her mate. She'd already gotten dressed in the beautiful ball gown that she'd worn the night she was presented as his fiance. Ruka had done her nails, while Aido brushed her hair almost obsessively.
Now she was sitting by one of the large windows overlooking the doorway of the house. She felt like a child again, running through town looking for him. Heavy clouds hung low presenting a threatening atmosphere. According to Ruka it was supposed to snow later on. Always with the snow. It seemed like winter year round. And every single time something major was about to happen, the heavens let loose with a blizzard, then it was gone the next day. She was still learning some of her powers as a Pureblood Vampire, but she was 99.9999999999% sure that they couldn't control the weather. Takuma might know; but then again all he'd ever been able to tell her was that Purebloods possessed countless powers that other vampires didn't have and only they knew exactly what they could do.
It seemed like a very stupid theory, but she was bored. She wrapped a piece of her long chocolate hair around her finger. He should be home soon. She looked at the lock of hair she'd twisted, stroking it with her thumb. It had been freshly washed in preparation of the dinner, so it was smooth, almost like silk, against her thumb. Even though she only kept her hair like that because it made Kaname happy, she had to admit, the look had grown on her in the last few years.
She looked back out the window before bolting from her spot to the door. Kaname was on the path, heading towards the old mansion. Yuki stumbled, almost tripping over her floor length gown before giving up and running for the door, the skirts held recklessly in her hands and her hair streaming like banners behind her.
She barely reached the door before she heard the handle rattle. She took a deep breath, smoothed her dress, and smiled. The door opened and Kaname stepped inside. In the brief moment before the door closed, Yuki could feel the cold air outside, predicting the snow. The door creaked closed, leaving Yuki to look back at her handsome mate. He hadn't noticed her yet as he removed his tan duster jacket, which had been his only protection from the cold. She knew that even with all his powers, he still had to be susceptible to the cold.
Kaname slowly hung the jacket on the coat rack before turning towards her, relieving a soft sigh as he did. He seemed tired and a little run down. Yuki's heart ached at the mere sight. She wanted to erase every weary thought from his mind, to see him at ease as he had been during rare moments with her.
Kaname caught sight of his beloved as he turned towards the staircase. His breath caught as he looked her over. The dress was the same one that he'd gotten her to wear so long before. The lingering scent of shampoo hung around her as did several other scents he was to tired to process. His story of working that day had not been misleading, he did have work that needed tending too, but he'd also wanted to buy her a gift. So half of the day had been dedicated to work, and just before he got home, he'd handled the even harder task of shopping for something special.
He'd considered countless beautiful dresses as well as a few lingerie items, but he turned them all down. He wanted her to have something that meant more than three or four yards of cloth sewn into a dress his darling would only wear once or twice. So, in the end, he'd ended up in the jewelry department, staring at racks of jewelry with descriptions he knew nothing about. He'd rather deal with work problems than this. Shopping in a small market was one thing, but a large jewlery store? Finally, after wading through karats of diamonds and ruby's and sapphires and goodness knows what other kinds of gems, he'd found the perfect gift. Tucked safely in his coat pocket, inside the jewelers case was a delicate gold chain, housing a locket. A ruby heart had been added to the outside of it, and he'd taken the time to have it engraved with a small message. And now, looking his beloved girl over, he knew that every effort he'd put in would most likely pale in comparison to what she had planned.
"Onii-sama, are you ok?" Yuki asked in concern, reaching one of her frail hands out to his cheek. Kaname caught her wrist effortlessly, stooping to place a gentle kiss on the inside of her palm. He could sense her blood just beneath the surface. It had always been so sweet, and he'd only been able to drink from her in the last few years. And in that time, it seemed his thirst for her had only increased. But then again, he had starved himself and only her blood would truly help. He pulled his thoughts from blood to look at her big innocent eyes. She was beautiful; like his guardian angel watching out for him.
"I'm alright, Yuki" he spoke gently, releasing her hand to envelop her in a hug designed to comfort them both. He could smell her sweet scent around him and it was pulling him into a trance. Gradually, another scent made its way into his keen nose. Rather, it was a scent that had been there all along, but had become more prominent in the last few seconds. "Yuki, did you make dinner?" he asked, pulling away to look in her doe-like eyes. His hand moved to cup her cheek, allowing his thumb to stroke her cheek gently.
Her worry was replaced by her carefree smile that he knew all so well "Well, thats what I'd planned to do... but I messed it up pretty bad... so Ruka and Aido helped me!" a faint blush dusted her pale cheeks.
I'm so stupid! Yuki thought, kicking herself mentally. She shouldn't have said that last part. It was supposed to be romantic, but she made it sound anything but. She heard a gentle sigh and looked up to find Kaname smiling at her. It was his normal smile; slightly amused and tender. The smile he only ever gave to her. She reached up, gently taking the hand that was caressing her cheek. "You know what today is right, Onii-sama?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.
Kaname's smile grew into a playful smirk. Of course he knew. He wouldn't forget something like their anniversary. "Perhaps this would be the reason you made dinner?" he asked, clearly ignoring her comment about having help.
Yuki's cheeks flushed slightly, along with her lips as her face devolved into a pout. "Did you really forget Kaname?"
He laughed softly and smiled at her "As if I could forget something so important, My Dear" He bent again, kissing her lips tenderly. "Happy two month anniversary, Yuki" before she could reply, he straightened, looking around the room. The mouth watering scent of the meal had worked its way to his stomach and he was starting to feel his stomach grumble a complaint.
Yuki looked up at him, hearing the faint mumble of his stomach. She smiled, knowing the heavenly around had caught up to him. Wordlessly, she took his hand and pulled him towards the living room. A small, round, cherry wood table had been set up beside the large fireplace. Inside the mantle, a fire burned with a hot fury.
A white lace tablecloth had been set up over the table, and over that, delicate plates painted with roses. Two wine glasses already filled with blood tablets sat beside the plates. Between the plates at the center of the table, a large candle burned with a soft glow. Kaname smiled at the romantic presentation. His eyes were drawn to the delicate plates, which had been loaded with tender steak and mashed potatoes. Kaname hugged her close, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead "It looks delicious, Yuki" he murmured. She smiled up at him brightly, moving to her chair. She was surprised, but somehow not completely, when Kaname pulled her chair out for her.
Kaname took the moment to examine her. She was beautiful as always, but lately, even with her natural beauty, she seemed to glow almost. All he could consider was she had some piece of good news that he might or might not hear about. He positioned himself across from her, sharing a tender smile with his beloved before reaching for his fork.
Yuki tried, with great effort, Kaname noticed, to eat with all the grace and refinement she had. On an everyday basis she was a medium eater, not to messy, but not exactly perfectly neat either. But tonight, she was trying so hard to be perfect in every movement. It was amusing, in a sweet, tender way. Kaname reached for the glass in front of him, lifting the cool crystal to his lips. The tablets tasted bland next to Yuki's blood, but they did their job and quenched his thirst.
The two ate in silence. The atmosphere around the two calm and loving. Yuki finished her food after him, noting that he ate with all the elegance that she'd tried to achieve, only he ate much faster. After the long day he must've had, a nice meal would be best for him, she thought. He must have been starving to have eaten so fast. She made a mental note to offer her blood to him later on.
Finally, Yuki finished her meal as well. She watched as Akatsuki, who'd actually dressed himself nicely for once and -even more shocking still- had offered to be a butler for the two that night, took their cleaned plates. When the room was clear, Kaname rose from his chair and made his way to his mate. She looked so small in her chair, and the familiar urge to protect her swept over him. He bent and scooped her into his arms, making a slight detour to retrieve his jacket before heading upstairs to their bedroom.
Yuki looked at the jacket in confusion. It never came upstairs with them. Even if they tried something different in bed, they never used the 'normal' accessories that were even deemed normal. No furry handcuffs, no whatever else anyone could think of. Thus her curiosity was piqued by the coat.
She didn't have to wait long. Kaname opened and closed the door without apparent effort, setting her on the bed. She crawled into a more comfortable position, watching as he removed something from the jacket pocket. It was a long black velvet box. Inside, she heard something jingle softly.
Very slowly, Kaname sat beside her, placing the thin box in her hands.