A/N: Soooo I received a request for a "quick" and "hot" Aidori fic showcasing a more playboy/nerdy Aidou. Actually, the request may have been for a bit more than a romance but I don't write smut. Instead, we resolved that as long as there were lots of bites, it was fine LOL. This has been a more fun fic in the sense that I'm just writing it on breaks at work and not overthinking it. Don't expect something on the level of Scarlet Letters, A Tale of Blood and Ire, or my upcoming Shima fic, because it simply won't be that. It will be more light-hearted and fun. I plan on making Yuki 300% dumb, just a warning.

Disclaimer: Obv I don't own VK...

Sayori Wakaba did not believe in ghosts, fairies, magic, or anything else distinctly labeled as "otherworldly" or "fantastical." Nevertheless, the first time she´d seen Kaname Kuran, leader of the Night Dorm and Yuki´s brother, she´d felt a strange shiver of something akin to dread or fear trace along her spine. His aura warned her away, his shadowed eyes whispered violence, and his ethereal beauty reinforced her inclination to stay far, far away. He felt like a malevolent apparition, spoke in soft, dangerous tones like a demon, and she had to admit, she´d never seen him willingly walk the campus grounds during the daylight hours. And yet, Yori had seen her best friend Yuki race towards him and throw her arms around that malicious, foreboding figure with a blissful smile conquering her tiny face.

When Yori had begun attending the academy along with Yuki and Kaname Kuran, who had started school there two years earlier, she had a premonition about this Night Class. Each and every one of them was impossibly beautiful, maintained Kaname´s strange schedule, and radiated otherness. In the cases of most of the Night Class members, she wasn´t assaulted by that vibe of imminent, skulking danger, but despite that she kept her distance. When the rest of her classmates were crowded around the gates to the Night Dorm, screaming in admiration and idolatry, Yori was taking advantage of the quiet hours in the library.

And it occurred to her one night while she was there that, if the Night Class was completely normal and nothing to fear, why was there a need for school prefects tasked specifically with monitoring them?

She shut her book and tapped her chin with the end of her pencil. Why, indeed. She gathered up her books and began the journey back to the dorm she shared with Yuki. The Night Class was safely shut behind classroom doors right now, and their current session didn´t end for another 20 minutes, so she determined not to mull over it further. Though, admittedly, she was worried for Yuki, who had been chosen along with their classmate Zero Kiryuu as the school prefects. Both of them kept late hours and often slept through class, earning them frequent detentions, but they were both very serious about their duties. Again, she had to wonder… Why was it such a serious matter?

Yori blew out a sigh. Her father owned the academy, but never once had he breathed a word of anything suspicious with the Night Class. And, she reminded herself, Kaname was Yuki´s brother. Yuki was as harmless as a fly, so in spite of the warning that churned in her stomach whenever she saw him, she decided they couldn´t really be so different. Plus, Yuki was a normal human girl. There was nothing inexplicable about her. So…what was she fretting about?

By this time, Yori had arrived back in the dorm room. She slung her backpack on her bed carelessly, preoccupied by Yuki´s blatantly empty side of the room. Idly tugging the end of her short, wavy caramel hair, Yori contemplated her options. She could either ignore her instincts and let the issue lie, which she knew she should do, or she could investigate a little, which was what she wanted to do. Normally, she was content enough to forget the matter entirely, but lately Yuki had been staying out even later than usual and it was worrisome. The petite brunette dragged herself into bed consistently past midnight, exhausted, and often slept through her first alarm in the morning.

Technically, Yori wasn´t a prefect and therefore wasn´t allowed to roam the campus grounds after 10 PM, but she deigned any punishment she might receive worth the risk. Not to mention, her father did own the school… Any punishment meted out would be nothing more than a tap on the wrist. With that in mind, she slipped back out of the room and stealthily exited the dorm building. It was 9:57 and the dorm president wasn´t patrolling the corridors just yet.

Once outside in the balmy night air, Yori paused, realizing she wasn´t sure where Yuki might be patrolling. In a quick decision, she headed for the paths immediately surrounding the Night Dorm. Class ended at 10 and she suspected Yuki would be maintaining a careful vigilance as they returned to the dorms. Although she didn´t relish the idea of being in the general vicinity of Kaname Kuran or any classmate of his, she was determined to learn just what it was that Yuki was doing.

Yori was rewarded fifteen minutes later when she stumbled across the petite prefect around the side of the Night Dorm tool shed used for maintaining the grounds. What she saw, however, was not at all what she had imagined. There was Yuki, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed, her arms twined around Zero´s neck… There was Zero, holding her close…his teeth sunk deep into her neck… And there, she was positive, there was a thread of thick blood slowing winding its way over the prefect´s collarbone.

Suddenly, the night scalded Yori´s skin. Her lungs were paralyzed, choking on static air. She was hallucinating. She had fallen asleep back in her dorm room. Definitely. Her brain couldn´t process this sudden influx of completely inexplicable information. The Night Class seemed odd, but Zero…? Zero Kiryuu, the boy she´d had a minor crush on since they started school? Zero Kiryuu, the boy who was clearly in love with Yuki, though her friend was too oblivious to notice? That Zero Kiryuu? That Zero was drinking Yuki´s blood like…like a vampire?

"No way…" Her whisper dropped heavily into the darkness, rippling at her feet. "Since when…?"

"Since a while now," a calm voice murmured beside her.

Yori flinched, eyes widening as she took in the all-too-familiar, devastatingly beautiful profile of none other than the Night Class playboy and poster child, Hanabusa Aidou. He was peering around the edge of the shed over her head, a disgruntled expression contorting his features. Briefly, Yori wondered if she shouldn´t be wary of him, but he wasn´t at all similar to Kaname. Actually, she´d always found Aidou to be rather annoying. Against the warning bell that sounded off in the back of her mind, she held her ground.

"It´s disgusting," Aidou grunted, then hissed, "Get off my lawn. Get a room."

Yori felt her lips twitch in spite of herself, and asked, "How did you find them?"

The blond glanced down at her and raised two fingers. "One, there was a suspicious person lingering around the tool shed." He lowered a finger and stared at her pointedly. "And two…" He raised the other finger to his lips, smirking devilishly. "There was a particularly alluring aroma of freshly spilled blood."

Yori forced herself to remain calm. Despite the peculiar spark of crimson that lit his eyes for the barest of instances. Despite the way she could swear his canines were longer than they should have been, almost like fangs… She pursed her lips, rationalizing. Zero was standing mere feet away, drinking… She stumbled over the word in her head. …Drinking Yuki´s blood. And now, Hanabusa Aidou was saying…

"Figures you´re one of them," she muttered instead to mask her confusion and fear. "Actually," it occurred to her suddenly, "probably the whole Night Class…"

Aidou´s eyebrows climbed up a few centimeters. The expression he revealed was…impressed? "No wonder you´re at the top of your class," he praised softly.

Before she had the chance to respond, however, the snap of a twig cracked through the night like a shot. Yuki and Zero were headed towards them. In a moment of panic, Yori froze, and then in the next instant she felt the blond beside her grab her arm, pulling her into the shadow of the recessed shed doorway. The pair of prefects passed, Yuki giggling over something Yori couldn´t hear and Zero smiling fondly, a distinct change from his usual brusque demeanor.

"Are you sure you´re feeling alright?" the silver-haired boy was asking Yuki.

"I´m sure, Zero. You didn´t take too much," the petite brunette reassured him.

"I´m sorry…"

"Zero, stop saying that! You already know—"

As the pair moved off, Yuki´s response grew faint. Yori relaxed. It seemed she had miraculously escaped their notice. In the next moment, however, she realized she had not escaped the notice of a person infinitely more hazardous than either of the prefects. Hanabusa Aidou had turned his full attention to her now, palm casually leaning against the wall beside her head, effectively entrapping her in the obscured tool shed threshold.

"You don´t seem terribly surprised by all this," he commented.

Her muscles tensed as she began planning how to evade the blond upperclassman. The easy lilt of his voice was offset by his sharp, almost hawkish gaze. In the daylight she knew his eyes were blue. In the night, however…they were a predatory, dusky grey. Although Aidou was neither the tallest nor the strongest of the Night Class members, he still stood a few inches over her, and the cut of the academy uniform hinted at lean muscle. He could detain her if he wanted. She bit her lip, gathering her wits to attempt a painless getaway.

"I always thought something was odd," she admitted, noting how his gaze lingered over her mouth and realizing she may have inadvertently baited him with her simple action.

Twin ice-grey orbs flicked back up to meet her eyes, chilling her, although she still did not feel repulsed or disquieted like she did with Kaname Kuran. If the curvature of the blond's mouth was meant to put her at ease, however, it had the opposite effect. Against her will, the faces of his fanclub flashed through her mind. She remembered involuntarily that a few of them had been caught wandering the campus at night…and woken up the next morning in the infirmary without a clue as to why they were there. She inhaled slowly. If that turned out to be her, tomorrow…well, they had been alright, hadn´t they?

"Hm… You don´t watch the class changes every day so I´ve never really seen you up close…," he mused. "You should grow out your hair… Then, definitely, some of those annoying guys will leave the Night Class in peace."

"I´m not really interested in that," she told him sternly. "I´m focusing on my studies." She was not growing her hair for Hanabusa Aidou. Even if his unorthodox compliment sent a slight flush spreading through her chest.

"Of course." His lips quirked and the fingers of his right hand alighted gently against her neck, tracing the line of blue veins down, down to her pulse point, where her blood beat rhythmically against his touch. She held back a shiver of dreadful anticipation. She was going to leave. Nothing would happen. Nothing, even as he whispered, "I didn´t realize how delicious your blood smells, either…"

Those eyes were diluting into glowing, mesmerizing crimson. Voracious, hungry…and captivating. Her body felt mechanical, stiff. It was the kind of response that happened in her dreams, paralyzing her despite her desire to flee, despite the dangers before her. It was almost ironic, because Sayori Wakaba, firm believer of logic and realism, was suddenly faced with a bloodthirsty vampire.

"I´m sorry, Aidou-senpai, but you can´t bite me," she said steadily, authoritatively, in spite of the way her blood rushed frantically.

He appeared amused. "Why not?" he inquired, clearly humoring her, as the pad of his thumb stroked up her throat. She swallowed against it reflexively.

"Can you disguise a vampire bite? Or will someone have to know about it?" she asked, taking his wrist and removing his hand from her neck. He complied and let his hand dangle loosely at his side.

The upperclassman regarded her cautiously, though he didn´t respond immediately, and she knew she was right. Pressing onward, she continued, "Someone has to know. And word will, I´m absolutely positive, reach my father. Can you imagine what would happen after that?" It was her turn to raise an eyebrow archly, challenging him. "Moreover," she added, "I´d be sure to let him know who was responsible."

The vampire was scowling now. "Not if I erased your memories…," he threatened.

"Someone would still know," she countered, ducking out from under his arm and setting a course for the path that would take her back to the dorms. "So, goodnight, senpai."

"He might never find out," Aidou muttered, and she turned to see him trailing along behind her, obviously sulking.

"He owns the school," she admonished, choosing to continue on her way rather than stop and argue with him further. Her heart was still racing from the possibility of what had nearly happened. Distantly, she thought she was in shock. Vampires…at the school? It was laughable. Cliché. But real?

"Well hurray for him," the blond mumbled, and she stifled a giggle. As long as she wasn´t in immediate danger, it was actually kind of fun to tease him like this…

"Don´t you have like some kind of grand dining room filled with barrels of blood or something grotesque?" she questioned now, genuinely curious.

Aidou scoffed. "Please. We have these." He extracted a tiny box and removed a miniscule white tablet. "It´s a manufactured alternative to blood. But, imagine you had to get your nutrition from a tasteless pill. How would you feel when a tasty dessert wandered right in front of you?" The look he sent her was almost pitiable. Almost.

"I´m not a dessert," she opted for instead.

"I would disagree, but it´s a matter of opinion. Your blood smells rather delectable, compared to others."

She rolled her eyes. "Flattery will get you nowhere." A pause. "What about Zero-kun?"

"He´s rather conveniently allergic to the tablets." A sigh. "It´s not fair."

Abruptly realizing they were nearing the grounds for the Day Class dorms, she attempted to chase him off. "Well, nice speaking with you. See you around."

A hand wrapped around her wrist, halting her. The blond was wearing a serious expression now, eyes clouded as he shook his head. "Sorry, but… I really can´t let you… No one is supposed to know about us. I have to erase your memories."

Yori recoiled. No. She had learned something important tonight, and she didn´t want to be forced to forget it. Neither did she like the idea of anyone tampering with her mind. The memories were hers and no one was taking them from her. She tried to pull her hand away to no avail.

"I don´t want to forget," she stated fiercely.

"I´m sorry…that´s just how it is. If you told anyone…" The contours of his face hardened rigidly for a moment.

"I wouldn´t, I swear. I won´t tell a soul, even Yuki…"

Aidou grew contemplative for a moment. Then, with a wicked, scarlet glint to his eye, he offered, "I´ll grant you a limited, one-time deal, Yori-chan. Either you will let me erase your memories without complaint…or you´ll let me drink your blood."

Her lungs flared, eyes wide. It was like being offered a pact with a demon. Either way, she was sure to lose. Either way, it was something she didn´t want. Both choices were toxic, but she didn´t see a third option.

Mistaking her reaction, he was quick to explain, "It won´t kill you. Look at Yuki. She was fine."

"Can´t I…have some time to think?" she begged weakly.

Hesitancy stamped itself across his features. Then, slowly, "I suppose... It can wait until tomorrow night, but… You can´t tell a soul."

"I won´t breathe a word of it," she agreed, anxiety swarming through her veins.

Releasing her wrist now, he held up the pinky finger of his hand. "Swear?"

A laugh fell from her lips. "Really, senpai? A pinky promise?"

"Just do it," he grumbled in annoyance.

Lifting her eyes skywards, she intertwined her pinky with his and declared, "I pinky swear I won´t tell anyone. Okay?"

"Fine. I´ll find you tomorrow. Just be outside somewhere at this time," he told her, swiftly turning on his heel and walking away.

The moment was nearly comical. She had just made a pinky promise with a vampire... And yet, somehow, Yori didn't feel like laughing. Rather, she felt the cold sting of apprehension numbing her senses. She could only hope that tomorrow would bring with it enough clarity to make her decision.

A/N: How is it starting off? Ridiculous? Haha let me know by hitting that review button! If it turns out to be a complete flop I'll just take it down and save myself the embarrassment later. LOL.