Hey guys, this is going to be my last drabble for this series. (Probably) I wanted to get in the last request before I made it complete, so here it is.

Thanks to Akatsuki Fatale for the idea.

Drabble 7-

A Potion A Day Keeps A Hunter Away

The minute Zero's ears were assaulted by the blistering shout of "watch out!" he just knew today was going to royally suck.

A phantom touch of black cloth was all the warning the silver-haired prefect received (completely ignoring the shout which had been timed with said touch) before a male body was ramming into him—hard. A streak of brown hair and a face Zero vaguely remembered seeing once or twice in the day class dormitories, toppling over him at a break-neck pace, as his face connected with the ground with an audible thud.

"S-shit! I'm sorry!"

Zero felt a headache coming on.

With groan, and debris of dirt smearing on his chin, Zero pushed up from the ground, his lilac orbs sharp as the body that had been straddling his back scampered off with little resistance. Rising to his feet with a permeant scowl deepening the lines of his lips, Zero turned to he see a fellow student blink up at him—mediocre doe hues seething towards him with…panic?

"I'm so sorry about that—but I gotta go right now!" The boy—Kyouta, maybe? He had heard something about a troublesome new student lately—exclaimed in a hushed tone grabbling for an object outside of Zero's line of vision, just a lump in the male's front pocket.

And honestly, Zero could've cared less. If not for the fact he was directly in front of the blood suckers haven, where he had just trampled. Meaning the moon dorms was the only place the said tramplerer could've been running from when he had decided to make Zero his unsuspecting victim.

As the boy moved to brush past him, he was stopped short by a hand grasping his bicep. Chilly amethyst met cowering brown. "What were you doing in the moon dorms?"

Kyouta's body became stiff with shock, stray strands of hair falling in the grasp of his lashes. "I-I… I was just…" the uncertain murmur trailed off, leaving nothing but a provoked demon in their wake.

Zero snapped his mouth open to verbally strangle the answer out of the other, when another voice—just as provoked as his, echoed into the air around them.

"Who do you think you are?!"

Swiping his head to the right, Zero watched as Hanabusa Aido stalked his way onto the path, his figure coated by the faded oranges of dusk.

Yup, Zero's head was already throbbing.

"Crap! Gotta go!" The boy announced, only to forget Zero's grip was unrelenting and nearly fell flat on his face in his desperation to escape.

Aido, for once in his life, completely ignored Zero's presence; sapphires alight with fury as he prowled toward the shortest male. The object that was previously obscured by his pocket was now lying innocently in his palms. "That isn't for you! Give me back my creation! That was something Kaname-sama tasked me with especially! Get your filthy hands off it!"

"What're you going on about?" Zero demanded, the boy in his hand struggling harder than before. Getting provoked at his insistent squirming, the hunter yanked him backwards so that he was shielded by his frame. Which was apparently the wrong move, because Zero had just enough time to flick his wrist to grasp the Bloody Rose, before the human's hands lost his grip on the object he was defending so heatedly.

And suddenly, lilac orbs were locked onto a vial of purple liquid flying over his head—only to have gravity kick in and have the object head straight for his face.

Zero fingers snapped up to catch the stray bottle with his unarmed hand. Cool digits wrapped around the carved glass, and then the cap popped off. Zero's lashes had just enough time to flutter twice in surprise before a sea of horrendous smelling liquid splashed into the air. Then straight into his awaiting mouth that was agape.

Everything became quiet.

"…. Z-Zero?" The male behind him called in concern.

The next thing Zero knew, he was gagging.

"What the fuck?" The prefect's constricted throat rasped while his tongue lay fat and unresponsive in his mouth. Knees buckled and Zero barely caught the quickly paling face of Hanabusa as the noble swiftly knocked the human boy unconscious. He didn't have it in him to fire a warning bullet at the vampire though, not even when he picked the fragile body up. All he could focus on was the fact his body was tingling all over.

"Oi! Kiryu!"

Why the hell was there two of Aido? He couldn't even deal with one.

"Hey! Listen to me you imbecile!"

Motherfu—shut up.

Clutching at his head, Zero barely heard the sound of the moon dorm gates creaking open behind him, before his world went black.

When Zero's gaze was first dipped into artificial light, all he could comprehend was that he was warm.

The next thing he comprehended was that he wasn't alone.

Shooting upright, Zero instinctively reached out for a weapon to aid him when the stench of vampires consumed his pores. Three tiny digits brushed against any overly large surface, and that was when the first prick of wrongness seeped into the back of his neck.

Why did everything feel so damn…big?

Glancing over towards his hand… his stubby little limbs froze.

"What?" He was saying that too much today.

Wrenching his hands back towards his body, Zero stared in horror at his tiny palms, a squeak-oh shit, dammit, was that him making that godforsaken sound?!- echoing in the room. And that squeak only grew in volume when he heard a rustle to his right. Turning his head up in the direction of the noise, wide lilac orbs only had a split-second to flash with every level of what the fuckery he knew, before he recognized Kaname Kuran's face peering down at him.

"Kuran!" He shouted in distaste, a flinch racking his body when the squeaky sound ignited a smile to cross the bastard's plump mouth.

"Glad to see you've awoken, Kiryu."

"….Why the hell am I here? And that makes one us." He growled, which sounded more like a purr, but he'd be damned before he'd admit that.

Ignoring the second part of his statement, Kaname merely lifted him up with a smooth hand on his hip—much to Zero's flustered rage. "You seemed to have gotten yourself into a predicament." The pureblood noted instead, holding Zero up so that he could see his own reflection.

Zero regretted asking almost as soon as his orbs raked in his form…

Tiny black legs dangled in the air along with stubby arms, as his normally sharp features that were awkwardly plump with baby fat, stared back at him from large, overly dramatized, lilac irises. When he wiggled in the air, he realized he literally could only be about seven inches, tops. He was beyond a chibi. He was a peanut.

A fucking peanut.

Wiggling aggressively in his captor's hold, Zero chomped down on a pale finger. "Lemme go!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that." The brunette answered casually, a bone-chilling appeasement slithering into his voice. "It'd be a shame if something like this got out wouldn't it?" With an emphasis on this, Zero paled so much he could've been a snowflake.

A snowflake peanut. Wouldn't that be grand?

Huffing in disdain, Zero forced his traitorous body to relax; at least enough so he didn't lose the rest of his stamina, as he was brought close to Kaname's…face.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Zero did not like the look on the pureblood's face.

With wine pools glinting scarlet, Zero could only gulp when hooded lashes draped down into a leer.

"I wonder how defenseless you are in this state."

Blood became ice as the ex-human was assaulted by all the ways Kuran could get away with killing him like this. No one would even have to know. Yuuki would assume he ran away, Cross could be pacified, no one in the night class would question it—Kuran wouldn't even hate to hide a peanut sized body. He could turn him into fertilizer.

Zero fertilizer.

Rigid with nerves, Zero all but bared his mini tooth-pick fangs at the pureblood.

Another melodious laugh and thick flesh was pressing over his miniature fangs with the pad of Kaname's thumb. "How the mighty have fallen."

Something inside of Zero, snapped. "LISTEN HERE ASSHO-MPHH!"

The thumb, smooth and moonlight shaded, pressed entirely over his mouth.

But that was the least of Zero's concern as he was violently jerked forward, and the thumb was suddenly replaced by chilled lips.

"K—oh. Looks like you're busy. I'll just bring it up later." Standing in the doorway, was Kain, the fire-wielding cousin of Aido. Seeing him as his last hope, Zero squirmed; trying to convey what every facial muscle he possessed was trying to say.

FUCKING HELP ME!

But as the door slid shut, Kain could only look away from the ex-human's pleading eyes as he shut the door on the male's muffled profanities and wild pleas for help.

The entire time he stepped down the hall, the vampire was vividly trying to forget the image of their normally composed leader's lips covering the entirety of Zero's face.

Glaring at the closed door as another kiss landed over the flushed edge of his lips and chin, Zero could only pound his little fists into the pureblood's cheeks.

Aido was going to die. And his chosen method?

Suffocation.

And there we have it. End of Crack For The Cast.

Anti-climactic, I know. And this entire thing was a rush, but hey.