Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish for it otherwise, I'm afraid Vampire Knight is not mine but Matsuri Hino-sensei's. This story is made for fun and to assuage the growing need to see the two best couple of the century together by my hand (oh, sensei, why did you ever made this a shoujo and not yaoi right off the bat? That would have saved us all the trouble). I don't own the characters and no money is being made with this story (｡ ‿ ｡)

Warning/s:MalexMale. Yaoi. Mpreg later on. Kaname x Zero [and many other pairings, but we'll see…until further notice?]…and, since I'm an amateur writer, OOCs? And some OCs. (づ￣ ³￣)づ

Author's Notes: Welcome to my silly world! （*´▽｀*）This is my first (and most likely the last) fan fiction and I have never really written a story before so if it's lacking, I hope that you'll excuse me. English is not my first language and so I must ask for your indulgence for any error in grammar and usage (but I'll try my best!) AAANNNNDDD I have never really read the manga before, though I started it (I know the story though, and how it ended .), because of the great hindrance that stood in my way that prevented me from going further even now (a.k.a. Yuuki (ノ ﾟДﾟ)ノ ＝＝＝＝ ┻━━┻ – excuse me to those Yuuki fans) so it won't really be in sync with the manga…well, there we have it, if you are going to continue to read even after all this ramblings then I am at your mercy, if this will entertain you even for a bit then I'll be happy. Let's go!

P.S. Greetings to my favorite authors of the cutest fanfictions (of course, KanZe) I've read here! Hihi, you're my heroes!

This is a culmination of my favorite elements/details from stories I've read with a mix of my own fantasies. Banzai to the first fanfic I ever read about KZ – The Visitors from the Future! ー( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

Please excuse the longest 'prologue' in existence. o(´д｀o)

Moon Waltz: The Guides

By: Drywaters08

February19,2015

Prologue

Gentle footsteps of five pairs of feet are the only sound that could be heard stealing through the halls of the great silent castle. Their heels bringing quiet thuds against the soft carpet covering the smooth marble floors as they made their way to the King's chambers.

The expression on each exquisite faces solemn as they traverse through the splendor of their home, ignoring the grand flourish of paintings and statues adorning one side of the wall.

One pair of wine-red eyes casted a look over the huge windows on the opposite side of the hall which gave him a good view of the dark skies outside, putting dawn at just two more hours. He frowned, giving his young face a look of consternation. They are a bit late.

"Do you think Chichiue would notice that we came a bit late in greeting them, Sato-nii?" said a soft feminine voice somewhere behind him, as though reading his mind.

The boy of seemingly six years old slightly turned his body towards the girl's voice, his dark brown hair swaying lightly at the movement, smoothening his expression as he did so, a small smile instantly forming on his lips ready to reassure the silver head. But before he can open his mouth to speak, the boy at his side, sharing the exact same face as him, spoke.

"Don't worry, Hime, I'm sure Chichiue is not even aware of the time. I bet you two weeks' worth of dessert that he hasn't even moved since the last time we came." His voice not derisive despite the remark but full of complicated distress, thinly veiled by a hint of playfulness as is evident in his strained smile and scrunched up brows as he twisted his upper body while walking in order to get a clearer view of their sister, his hands coming up at the back of his head in a boyish gesture.

The silver-haired girl to whom this statement is addressed to, however, did not seem to like this comment since her own frown deepened and her burgundy eyes glazed over as her lips quivered. Even worse, the younger girl of three or four holding on to her hand visibly whimpered at this, to the surprise of her brunette twin brother holding her other hand.

This stopped the little pilgrim.

"Tsuki-chan?" said the previously listless boy by the female brunette's side. He held up his left hand to pat his twin sister on the shoulder. He was almost falling asleep on his feet at the lateness of the hour and had no idea what just transpired, but he did seem to recall his older brother speaking, saying something about desserts which confused him even more since he has no idea why this would upset his twin sister. He trained his gaze to her tearful lilac eyes which were a perfect imitation of his own light, albeit drowsy, orbs.

"Nice going, Hiro." the first boy quietly grumbled while directing a little glare at his doppelganger before he completely turned around to face his younger siblings.

"Eh? Eh? Wha -," the young brunette, who stopped at the first sight of tears in their dark-haired youngest sister's lavender eyes, also stooped down in amendment, flustered at his mistake, "Maa~ maa~ Tsuki-hime, you know that big brother here was just joking, right?" he said carefully, his tone turning a little tremulous.

"That's right, Tsuki-hime, your dolt of a brother was just joking even if it's not obvious. Hora, you're a big girl now, right? You'll make Chichiue sad if you cry, you won't like that, would you?" rejoined his older twin in a soft voice, kneeling on one knee to get a better look at their youngest sister, trying to coax her from crying - both grimly aware that they would get the scolding of a lifetime if ever their father saw a hint of a tear in those violet eyes. Especially now,the older one silently reflected, when he's surely missing a certain pair of the same shade.

The young female brunette sniffed and trembled, a minute away from going to an all-out bawling. Her twin brother, sensing this, doubled his attempt in soothing her, patting her shoulder rather vigorously now; rightfully assuming that he won't get his much coveted sleep if she started crying.

The older silver haired female did the same, patting gently the dark locks of their youngest, but far from the concern of being scolded and not being able to sleep if Tsuki-hime started crying (she feels very much awake despite the time and she knows that father won't scold her despite being one the eldest because she looks so much like his beloved), she just really wants to avoid seeing their father's heartbreaking expression if he sees those violet eyes red-rimmed, especially since they're very near the Master's bedroom now and they won't be able to hide it on time if ever, and that's all beside the fact that Tsuki-hime has a certain way of crying that just squeezes the hearts of those who hears it. She also contained herself as her own sienna eyes faintly swam with unshed tears.

For a few apprehensive minutes, all four pairs of eyes watched and waited as their youngest tried very hard not to indulge in a fit of misery brought on by a careless remark as the weeks of anxiety weighed heavily on their inexperienced hearts.

Finally, she took a deep breath and said in a quavering squeak, addressing herself in the third person "Tsuki won't c-cry. Tsuki doesn't want to s-see Chichiue s-s-sad," she gulped at this before turning her glowing lilac eyes to the red-wines of her older brother kneeling before her, "Sato-nii, will Otou-chan b-be a-a-a-a-al-l-l-right?" she almost broke at this which renewed the panic of the other four with a vengeance.

The young male brunette slowly tugged her in his arms for a hug, breaking the silver head's and the younger male's previous hold on her. One of his arms resting on the back of her head while the other wounded at her small back also covered by the long waves of her dark hair and softly whispered,

"Of course, Tsuki-hime. Otou-sama would be alright, Chichiue said so. And your older brothers ("and sister!" the silver head interjected at this) are planning to help, have we ever failed you? Have Chichiue and Otou-sama ever failed us?" when she shook her head at this, he smiled, "See? Nothing to worry about. Rie-chan saw what'll happen and already told us what to do. And even your Hime-neechan said that it'll work. We just need to move ahead with the plan. But before that we must greet Chichiue or he'll be troubled at not seeing us." He released her and added tenderly, "You and Shino-chan must smile for him to give him energy, now more than ever. Do you understand, Tsuki-hime?" When she nodded, her brunette tresses danced following the movement, three very audible relieved sighs can be heard from behind her, one louder than the two. He gave her another smile before slowly standing up.

The other older brunette shuffled closer to them and drew a cream silk handkerchief from his pants' pocket, quietly thanking his nagging aunts for always insisting that they always have one with them, and stooped down to gingerly wipe the tears from her eyes and dark lashes, sending a look of gratitude to his twin as he did so which was returned with a look of nonchalance (or perhaps it's supposed to be a grimace, you never really know with his twin) before focusing his attention to their youngest. "Really sorry, Tsuki-hime. But I promise you, this reliable brother of yours will help bring Otou-sama back." He said confidently after, also drawing her in a warm hug. "And as you well know, I always keep my promises!" He added brightly, he felt her nod once before letting her go and gracing her with a cheerful smile. Well, as cheerful as it can get in their desolate situation.

"Good girl."

"Now, let's go. Hime, please don't let Shino fall asleep. He's dead on his feet already but you know we can't wake him if he completely dozed off." commented Sato, anxiously peering at Tsuki-hime's twin brother.

Once they were able to gather themselves again and prevented young Shino from sliding to the soft carpeted floor in an unconscious heap with apologies and promises of custard cake in return, they proceeded to their parents' bedroom, all the while guided by moonlight.

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When they finally made it to the sturdy and heavy oak double doors leading to the lavish room of the King, the guards standing on duty outside seemed very surprised to see them.

"Your Highnesses! What are you doing here, it's already very la-" one guard started hurriedly but was stopped almost at once by four different "shhh"-ing sounds in varying intensity.

"Please don't speak of it. I trust Chichiue is inside? Please open the door; we will just greet him and Otou-sama before we retire."

The guard regained his bearings and bowed low at the tone of authority, "At once, your Highness." He returned respectfully before turning to his companion and nodding. Both rested their hands on the knob and opened the heavy entryway for the five young royals.

After going through the elegant sitting room, five pairs of young eyes were met with the splendor of the huge high ceilinged room further in, though half of it is cast in darkness; the only source of light is the merry dancing of the fire in the great fireplace at the left-hand end of the room, a considerable distance from a huge velvet armchair where a certain pureblood is currently situated, obviously not in any comfort as the lean body hovered over the slighter frame lying on the enormous bed beside him. His hands locked around the pale right hand of his unconscious mate, holding it up, his forehead resting on them as if in prayer with his elbows firmly implanted at the side of the bed near the waist of his beloved. His eyes closed with his dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks, his crown of longish dark brown tresses a soft wave around his face almost curtailing his face from anyone's scrutiny, his aura saturating the whole chamber with waves of forced calm and stretched out anxiety.

For a split second the youngsters thought he was sleeping despite the aura surrounding the room but upon the closing of the magnificent door far behind them, they saw those creamy lids gradually open to reveal the same sienna eyes that three of them possess.

The pureblooded king of vampires turned to them and straightened his form as he arranged his features (and aura) to be more relaxed and let the pleasure of having the presence of his children take the forefront of his sentiments and shower him with genuine comfort that he sorely needs. He smiled serenely at them.

"There you all are, I was beginning to wonder." His deep, velvet voice quietly filled the room to accompany the sound of the crackling fire. He beckoned them forwards and all of them eagerly complied, almost running to him. It has been almost half a day since they last saw their father (since they were busy in their preparations).

The two youngest, upon reaching him, immediately climbed up his lap with great difficulty seeing that they are just a few inches taller than his knees. Kaname chuckled as he aided them in settling on either of his thigh, the sound becoming a novelty these days and can only be heard coming out from the King when his children are near. The three older ones gathered around his knees, the female silverette rested her comparatively small palms on both her father's kneecaps looking up at his handsome face, her little heart clenched at the fatigued evident in his eyes that not even their company could ease.

She then turned to look at the gigantic four poster bed and felt another squeeze in her heart as she saw the person who reared them lay in suspended animation inside the cover of the rich, warm quilt. His exquisite face betraying nothing in his deep sleep; no pain, no peace, no nothing. And when she reached up her right hand to touch his, she had to struggle to keep her eyes from watering at the feel of his big, callused hand under her small, soft ones. They're still warm, thank the gods, she thought chokingly.

She felt more than saw when her older twin brothers moved to the edge of the bed, one sitting beside their Otou-sama while the other took up the space directly beside his lovely mien and reaching up to brush silver strands from his equally light brow. Comforted at the thought that their Otou-sama is now aware of their proximity, she allowed herself to bring her regard back to the pureblood King.

Kaname held his youngest children close, finding small reprieve in their warmth - much like the inclination to moonlight in the absence of the sun. And his sun, the center of his life and world, though physically near was taken from him. The absence of life and animation through the wide bond that he shares with his silver haired hunter working like a huge knife twisting through his heart - the pain acute and undying, refusing to abate. He cuddled the two little dark heads closer to his chest, taking in their scent of melted butter and chocolate.

"Chichiue, we came to say goodnight. But how have you been this evening?"

Kaname trained his scrutiny to the silver beauty before him, looking at him with his own wine red eyes but with the features of his silver spitfire sending a slight pang of bittersweet torture to his core. But never would he let his children know this kind of torment; it'll be cruel to them. So he answered her soft voice in kind.

"Hmmm, I'm much better this evening, Hime. Thank you. Seeing you all before me has worked to restore my spirits considerably. So, tell me what has become of your day?"

At this inquiry, Kaname listened as his youngest twins proceed to give him an animated litany of how their day transpired with complete details and lively hand gestures, understanding through their slight lisp and almost chaotic storytelling, their enthusiastic sounds serving as a balm to rebuild him like nothing else could at the absence of his heart.

The older siblings skillfully interjected at the narration now and then to direct it to safer fields, quaking slightly inside in a knot of suspension lest the two angels let on something they should not.

They almost sighed with relief when they heard the double doors opened once more to soon reveal a blond noble who did not notice them at first as he was reading into some files as he walked in. When he did see them, his bright green eyes registered a slight perplexity to see them children up so late and even more so, that his friend was not scolding them for it. He was about to comment on it when he saw three pairs of young russet eyes look at him with panicked warning. This confused him even more but acquiescence to the slight plea he could see in them and instead tackled his reason for coming in there so late.

"Kaname, I'm sorry for disturbing you, but can you look into some of this? I already sorted them out. I just need your approval for finalization. I'm afraid the council's rushing some of them." He added the last bit a bit sheepishly.

To this, the King just snorted delicately before replying in a tone that did not attempt to hide his derision, "I should think so. They're never one to have patience. The old coots." the statement ended with a slight smirk as he remembered how his hunter often describe the Vampire Council using words that Kaname won't use even in his most irritated mood. "Thank you, Takuma. I shall look at them directly."

He then turned his attention back to the resigned darlings of his existence and sighed with them.

"I'm sorry, my sweets, Chichiue must go. You must retire to bed as well. It is not lost on me the lateness of the hour, no matter how Shinobu tries to look awake." He chuckled mildly at catching the grimace of his three eldest at their foiled attempt in misleading him, before rubbing the rounded cheek of his youngest son still sitting on his lap who's trying to widen his light eyes in a valiant attempt to keep the drowsiness at bay, barely stopping himself in searching for the trademark glint of mixed determination and passion of his one and only at their light purplish depth. He stooped down to give his son a light kiss on the forehead, "No need to fight the exhaustion, my darling Shinobu, your brothers will now carry you to your rooms so you can sleep." He then moved to do the same for his dark-haired daughter who put her dimpled hand on his cheek demanding his attention, "Of course, you, too, Tsuki-hime." He finished before receiving a kiss in return from both.

He shifted afterwards to stand up carrying his two precious bundles to place them on the bed near his husband that they might also bid him goodnight.

He paused for a while to take in the bittersweet image procured by his eldest daughter, who replaced her brother at the edge of the bed beside Zero, where she twisted her upper body so that she's half lying on top of his hunter, her head burrowed on his chest. Her long straight silver locks spread behind her like a silken cloak, the curly ends of them caressing the figure beneath her. She didn't budge for a minute before she unhurriedly disentangled herself and planted a kiss on the cheek of the male silverette. "Goodnight Otou-sama." He heard her lovingly whispered. She then turned to him, and carefully standing on the mattress, she placed her hands on his shoulders and giving him half a hug, managing to ease herself between his charming cargos before giving him a kiss on the cheek, "And good night, Chichiue." She pulled away only slightly, enough so he can place a kiss on her forehead in exchange. "You, too, my Hime." She smiled beatifically at him before gently hopping off the bed to give room for their two youngest.

As they scrambled around their silver haired father, Kaname shifted and angled himself towards his two eldest brunette sons who were standing beside the bed. The two tip-toed on either side of him and also gave him a kiss and a murmured wish of goodnight. He just gave them a telling glance that asks what they're up to, and it was returned by an identical look of equal parts sheepishness and evasion. He quirked his brow and saw them blush at the same time before he stooped to give a kiss on each dark head. "I don't know what you're up to. But I trust that you are more than capable of handling yourselves. Take care of your sisters and brother. I hope you can deter any wicked thoughts for the morn." They nodded their heads in agreement rather too quickly at this. He paused to examine them for a bit more before returning to the two little bubbly creatures getting a bit too excited in their greetings for the sleeping hunter, completely missing the look that passed over the two boys' wine-red eyes.

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When they finally made it back to their own suites of rooms at the eastern part of the castle almost an hour later after spending a much needed time with their parents, they were understandably exhausted - emotionally, at the very least. The sight of their pureblood father struggling to regain his happiness by recovering his mate was too much to take with their young hearts, as well as the sight of their very own silver haired Otou-sama lying on the enormous bed unmoving as if…as if…

They sighed.

"Time to move. There's no time to lose." The older brunette male said. "Shino-chan, if you would just create the barrier again, please? Just a few more and we will finish the spell. We can finish it within the hour. While we do it, your Hiro-nii would go to the kitchens to do as he promised. Is that alright?" he said turning to their youngest male who is still trying to wrestle his sleepy demeanor, but the renewed vigor seen earlier remained and now glowed even brighter as resolve to see their predicament end surged through his mind as well as the remembrance of custard cake. His dark head nodded.

"Good." He then turned to his carbon copy and added, "Only one hour Hiro, okay? We must leave then, and…" he paused slightly before adding very quietly, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he let himself indulge a craving, "Make two of those cakes, it won't hurt to make another one."

His twin sniggered and started walking back out the door to the kitchens. "I know, I know Mr. Sweet Tooth. Make that spell already, my masterpieces would be done in an hour." And he was gone.

After the door closed behind his twin, the boy gave his sisters further instructions as he felt their youngest brother erect a barrier around their room to prevent anyone from feeling the powerful framework of magic being constructed while he reached for the wardrobe at the end of the room to retrieve the time spell and lay it out on the spacious carpeted floor.

"Let's do this. Tsuki-hime, please ready the medium. "

The female brunette nodded and pulled from under her bed a huge silver gilded box made of pure heavy oak wood that would have been impossible for her to even budge had she been a normal person and took out a set of white male uniform and laid it gently on top of the chest. She looked at it thoughtfully.

"Sato-nii, will the spell ruin Chichiue's old uniform?" she asked, uneasiness lacing her usually vibrant voice, frowning at the idea.

"No, it won't Tsuki-hime," came the re-assurance, smiling at the concern before directing his thoughts to the matter at hand, "Hime, please make sure that the supplies are prepared as well as the necessary ingredients for the tracking spell when we arrive."

"I'll re-check them, Sato-nii."

And as the light haired beauty flitted across the room, the long ballooned skirt of her white dress shuffling around her feet, he set out to work on the spell that would help them in retrieving the cure for the core of their family.

They would make this spell perfect. They have to. It must be – for their father.

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Another hour later and they are all set.

Their baggage neatly filed inside an enormous white linen that was charged full of complicated symbols and words within a huge perfect double circle written in black ink – brimming with static power - and a set of white male high school uniform occupying the middle. It was almost light outside as revealed by the golden framed windows of their room.

"It's already 5:40 am nii-sama," the female silverette announced, her wine-red orbs eyeing the silver pocket watch to reconfirm before nodding and closing its lid and putting it back inside the fold of her clothes where it hang from her slender neck. "I'm sure they're all asleep now…except, maybe, Chichiue." She added the last part sadly.

"Boy, will they be surprised to find us gone. How long do you think it'll take for them to realize?" an impish laugh came from the male brunette who just came a few minutes before laden with three – not two – boxes of cake which he put on the side table of his younger sibling's bed before taking one and putting it on top of the pile inside the white linen ("For you, dear brother~!" was the playful remark that accompanied the generosity) his hands coming up again at the back of his head, "There would be chaos!" he added, obviously delighted at the thought.

"Yes, and there would be hell to pay when we come back." Was the eldest's sharp reply, effectively dampening the other's mischievous mirth.

"Err…yes…but Chichiue might forego punishment if we come back with the cure…right? After all, it's not like one of those times that we snuck out of the castle to play…right?" the suddenly unsure tone strove for hope.

His twin, however, instead of answering him, just shook his head with a sigh. He honestly doesn't know how their father would react to this. They'll just find out after and, perhaps, given the chance, plead their case. He decided to file the thought for later and went to turn his attention at their younger siblings who now stand in front of them to watch how they'll proceed. He rested his palms on both his knees as he stooped down to meet their eyes.

"Shino-chan, Tsuki-hime, please distract the adults for as long as you can. We understand that you can't keep our disappearance secret for long, but we just don't want to add to Chichiue's list of worries for as long as we can. Do you understand?" the eldest said seriously and raising his hand to pat one dark head after the other before adding, "I'm sure Ichi would help you in keeping it a secret, he said he would look after you two in our absence."

When the two young heads nodded silently, he was satisfied and turned around to ensure that all necessary equipment are inside the circle of spells, leaving the young dark heads to interlace their fingers in a hold before they returned their gaze on the ongoing charm.

The other two eldest also went to them and gave them a hug and a promise of treats in return for the temporary separation.

"Make sure that you get rid of the cloth after we've gone, okay?" reminded their older sister as she hug them both, "And be careful because it's a powerful spell, so no doubt there would be some residual power even after we use it."

"All right, Hiro, Hime, take your places. Make sure that the luggage is completely inside the circle, we don't want to overlook them. Remember, we just need to power it up now and concentrate!"

As the three young vampires formed the three points a triangle, standing inside the linen cloth but outside the charmed sphere, the atmosphere became tense and serious as the gravity of the situation came slamming back to them.

A low buzzing sound steadily grew louder as the eldest of the trio murmured some incantations (reading them from a small notebook that he drew from his breast pocket) almost drowning out the sound of his voice, followed by a strong gale of wind as a gap in time and space slowly opened with the aid of the dynamic power weaving through them – a part of their birthright as told by their father – creating a storm inside their closed room, billowing their hair and clothes around them. He did not falter even as light emanated from the center of the circle traveling to cover the rest of the inscriptions and when he finished the incantation, he replaced the notebook and raised his right hand near his lips.

"This is it, you two," he called out, looking at his twins, pleased that they were not stunned senseless by the powerful wave around them, they gazed back at him with the hard flash of conviction they got from their silver-haired father, reflected in those deep burgundy eyes – the look that sent enemies retreating – he knows he's got a similar look in his eyes as he continued, "Draw your blood now!" and he nicked his index finger with a sharp fang and held it out in front of him, seeing the other two do the same through all the light blaring and dark brown hair whipping around his face.

The storm in the room doubled and then, as quickly as it happened, everything became quiet. The room was back in its own moderate lighting, though it seems to be a bit disheveled from the strong wind. It suddenly became too empty, as the two remaining vampires in the room stared at the barren space before them. There was no trace left of the former anarchy but a white spell-filled linen with a white uniform at the center.

When the deafening silence was broken, it was by neither of the vampires who wore a lonesome expression on their cherubic faces but by a newly emerged blond vampire of about five who came out of his hiding place from under one of the mammoth beds of the room, wearing an impish smile that was in complete contrast with his angelic face.

"That didn't seem hard to do." He chortled, also looking at the remains of the spell and then turning his head at the two youngsters. "Hey, Shino-chan! Thanks for that! I thought I'll be found earlier, but a barrier inside a barrier? That was really impressive, m'boy!" he added boisterously, his blue eyes full of glee as he contemplated his next course of action.

"Ichi-nii, you said you were playing hide-and-seek with Mai-chan and Miya-chan that's why you needed a barrier?" said the young boy with confusion in his eyes.

"Ah, well, that's that. Thanks, anyway. So," the blond said rubbing his hands together in anticipation, "when do you wish to follow your siblings?"

Two pairs of innocent lavender eyes blinked up at him.

"But Ichi-nii, nii-chamatachi and onee-chama said to stay here? Chichiue will be de-dev…sad." The little girl said, a little frustrated that she can't quite imitate the words of her older siblings.

The golden haired troublemaker slightly frowned at this, he sighed internally, completely understanding the reluctance but at the same time giving himself a great mental shake. No, this is his last chance; they won't let him use the residual spell otherwise. He can win against one but even he doubt that he can win against the raw power of two of the strongest existence that was ever known.

He's confident that with his genius mind he can make the exact same spell. Already, he had memorized the incantation uttered by Satoshi earlier just by hearing it once but he might miss all the fun by then. And he doubts his sisters would go with him to the greatest adventure that his childhood might have. He must push this, he thought determinedly.

With that, he quirked his lips to a refreshing guileless smile that fooled hundreds of adults before them.

"Yep, I know that, but you know, they only told you that so that you won't have to fret for them. But your Sato-niichama, Hiro-niichama and Hime-neechama actually need your help." He ended his statement with a tone of heartbreak with his face arranged in agonized beauty replacing his former smile as he turned his head aside in a dramatic sweep.

He let a few minutes pass while waiting for his statement to sink in. When he risked a peek at the two gullible cherubs in front of him, he got the satisfaction of seeing their light violet eyes round like saucers. He then went in to seal the deal.

"So, how about I help you in going to their aide?" his act almost betrayed by the slight lilt in his voice.

"Nii-chamatachi and onee-chama are in t-t-t-trouble?" two shaky voices trembled as one.

When the blue eyes of the little rogue caught sight of not one, but two pairs of agitated and glazed over purplish eyes, he panicked.

"I did not say that! I only said they might need your help. You really don't wanna part with them, right? And not only that, you know, you will get to see the King's younger self, oh! And his Highness, Zero-jisama's young self as well! It'll be fun! How many times would you have that opportunity! See? So please don't cry." He pleaded. They'll kill me.

Fortunately, the two stopped at starting the action that might cause him his life and looked at him with wonder. His shoulders sagged in relief and he silently cursed his great acting. As expected of him to be so believable.

"See Otou-chan?" the twins said in chorus.

"Younger and very healthy. Yep!"

He knows he won the bargain when the two monstrous forces capable of destroying an army barehanded stood gaping at him in astonishment. "So, we'll go, right?"

They nodded vigorously.

Awesome me!He had to fight not to whoop. Instead he turned his blue gaze to the equally blue sky outside and suddenly he felt his sleepless night. He yawned hugely. It's wwwaaaayyyyyy pass his bedtime.

"Perfect! But, first, let's sleep."

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Chapter One

The Start of Something

The cold night wind hummed softly as a certain silver haired prefect patrolled the dark woods of Cross Academy, his silver tresses reflected back some of the moonlight and his lilac eyes looked sharp, promising bloody murder to anything potentially hazardous. He paused to take in his surroundings one more time before taking a deep breath. Ah, another irritating day gone.

Crossover finished just a few hours ago and he was glad for it. The annoying sound of fan girls fawning over those blood suckers caused his ears to ring even now. Their shrill voices trying to call the attention of those dirty vamps almost caused his eardrums to explode, especially the ones yelling themselves hoarse attempting to draw the regard of a certain brunette pureblood. And these days he's finding it harder and harder to have patience with them (not that he ever had any). He told himself that it's because of the stupid farce of them yearning for the very thing that could end their life, refusing to let his mind stray to the very same brunette snatching pieces of his mind since the past few months. He froze as he realized that he just let himself be distracted as wine red eyes loomed at the back of his head. Not again. Damn it! His right hand came to massage the side of his neck as he tried to shake himself from his present thoughts. God, he's tired.

A slight change in the breeze alerted him of another presence besides his own. A second later gave him the feel of an aura he's been trying to avoid for weeks. The sweet smell of roses and musk permeated the air as the oppressive force of the pureblooded king of vampires caught him off guard as he turned to see one Kuran Kaname leaning against a tree with his arms folded in front of him, his head inclined towards the hunter. His stance relaxed as if he's been standing there for hours waiting for him. Silky brown strands swayed in the air, the expression on his handsome face betraying nothing of his thoughts or feelings.

"Kiryuu."

Zero gritted his teeth at the intrusion and his inability to see him coming. Damn sneaky vampires and their ridiculous speed.

The prefect had his Bloody Rose out and pointed at the imposing figure in front of him in no time at all as he snarled a greeting in return.

"Kuran." His glare intensified before adding in a low growl, "What the fuck are you doing here? Get the hell back to class."

He tried to ignore the way his throat constricted as soon as he smelled the pureblood. He's fucking thirsty and he didn't want to give himself up further to the temptation of the other's scent. He's been trying to limit himself from feeding from the pureblood and this proximity is as sure as hell not helping him.

"I don't think so." was the smooth return, Kaname narrowed his burgundy eyes as he studied the pale ex-human before him "It's been three weeks since you last fed, Kiryuu, I'm wondering how you're holding up." He continued placidly.

Zero's eyes twitched at this. This damn pureblood's shitting with him. He gritted his teeth as he cursed the monster that he had become. Had it not been for his status as a level D Vampire, there was no damn way that the pureblood would ever smell this good to him. Fuck this!

"I'm holding up just fine, thanks." He said sarcastically before adding "But I'll be better if I don't have to see your ugly mug any more than I have to. So jerk off."

Kaname didn't retort this time and just continued his scrutiny which just as successfully aggravated the hunter.

"What?!" The fuck.

The pureblood gently shook his head in mild exasperation, sighing before adding, "It amazes me how stubborn you can get, Kiryuu. But there's no sense in you endangering yourself and the people around you by testing your limits this way. Or are you just really fond of making yourself suffer?"

"Damn it, Kuran. This is not a subject for discussion and I'm keeping away from Yuuki so you can rest assure that I won't pounce on her." The pureblood surely only concerns himself when it comes to his darling girl and Zero refused to consider why this mightily irritated him. Damn if he cared.

"Oh? Try to convince me again, Kiryuu, after you have erased the taste of her blood from your lips."

That's it; this man's deliberately pissing him off.

Zero would have pulled the trigger to blow the head of the arrogant bastard. Fucking rules be damned. But Kaname, sensing the intent, moved with deadly speed as he abandoned his place by the tree and went to catch the ex-human's hand holding his gun and gripped it upwards away from him before slamming the body of the younger man on the nearest tree and pinning his body with his own, his other hand lashing out with punishing force on the hunter's shoulder. Their faces barely an inch from each other as both glared with growing intensity.

"I don't like to have my hard work gone to waste, Kiryuu. I already saved your life once and damn if I would let you squander it because of your stupid relentlessness. I own your life, Kiryuu, I thought I told you to remember that." The husky response caressed the lips of the younger man before him, a sliver of barely concealed ire and just a tad bit of conceit evident in red-brown orbs.

Kaname was pissed. Oh, he was more than pissed, he granted. For several weeks the hunter evaded him and downright ignored him. The king of vampires did not stop to contemplate why this bothered him a lot; all he knows is that the hunter's teasing him as he recalled how stunningly fierce lilac eyes occupied his mind for the past weeks and months and even now the smell of lavender and honey, unique to the hunter, seduced his senses.

"Let. Go." Zero snarled as he tried to push Kaname with his other hand with all his strength and he glared further when the body pinning his didn't even move an inch, "Fuck, Kuran, you take being an arrogant asshole to new levels."

Zero gritted his teeth. He's in the danger zone, no thanks to the domineering bastard imprisoning him. It's all he could do not to let his eyes glow bright red with unconcealed blood lust.

"And you're shaping the meaning of tenacity, Kiryuu." The king said with a slight smirk.

They stood their ground, refusing to succumb to the other's will, glaring at each other, trying to make the other back down. The atmosphere heavy with both dominant, unyielding resolve.

Kaname peered into the unfathomable depths of those amethyst eyes, the beast inside him preening at the nearness of the object of his many weeks' reverie. He found the acute desire to have his own eyes travel through every inch of the hunter's face. He's the first, and most likely the last, person to ever get a taste of his blood, granted that it's for no personal pleasure that he did so, at first, but to save him from falling to Level E which would have been his inevitable denouement. He told himself that that's only because he has a use for the man as a knight for his beloved female guardian. But why, oh, why must it affect him this way? He blamed the incomplete bond creating havoc in his mind as it tugs on his neck right now as the object of its devotion is but a few inches away. He steeled himself from the overpowering need to see the bond completed and seal their fates by biting the hunter and sampling his blood which seems to sing for him even now. Was this his penalty for interfering with the gods by saving this man from falling to his imminent closure of level E?

Zero, on his part, though completely unaware of the pureblood's struggle, has much on his plate to occupy him. His first priority is not to succumb to the staggering craving for the other's blood. He trembled at the effort of repressing himself even as his mouth begin to water at the devastatingly enticing blood calling for him, with the barely concealed hint of dragging him further deep in the vampire king's own brand of hell. He feels that with every feeding he's sinking down a place he could never return from and that rattled him to the core making him cowardly avoid the pureblood for weeks. So why the fuck is he in this situation? Even worse, a feeling he refused to name or recognize keeps pulling at him towards the abominable brunette. He doesn't want to consider just what the fuck that is. All he knows is that, whatever it is, it would send him spiraling down the worst kind of self-hatred.

He couldn't stand looking at those auburn eyes; they overwhelm him in a way that sends a different kind of alarm blare in warning deep inside him. He exhaled harshly as he averted his gaze from the pureblood finally. It landed on the creamy throat of the bastard and he had to squeeze his balled fists even tighter as he felt his blood come even more alive at the tempting feast beckoning him.

But endurance is a difficult thing to maintain when the sweet breath of the handsome beast caressed his own. And the heat of the body pressing against his, feels too hot for comfort.

Kaname didn't like it when the stubborn prefect diverted his gaze from his. He has the fierce desire to have those bold lilac eyes directed at him. Always. He doesn't care for the reason for it. He craves it so badly he can feel the greed for it gnawing his insides. He put his fingers on the silver hunter's chin and forcefully turned his head towards him to get a better view of those lavender orbs. It caught Zero by surprise as he was forcibly made to drown himself again in those wine-red eyes, once again feeling that intoxicating breath mingle with his dangerously.

They did not know where it came from or if it's been creeping up right from the start but all of a sudden and so fast it left them almost breathless, the air changed. It was still filled with staggering rage, irritation and unfaltering determination but another flavor was added, in overwhelming density that threatened to crush them.

Lust. Unadulterated hot lust.

It was almost tangible that you could taste it in the air. The heat of it threatening to consume them alive as a violent flame torturously travelled every inch of their body.

Zero was almost shocked out of his previous anger as he looked into wine red depths. He felt like being punched on the stomach. What. The. Fuck.No, no, no. This can't be happening. No fucking way.

He was supposed to be itching for the blood of the haughty brunette not hungering for him – for the feel and taste of him. It's as if something clicked in him to release a hunger solely for the pureblood from deep inside his core and it came rushing out to slap him in the face, eager for acknowledgement. It's enough to scare him shitless.

Even Kaname was stunned. Never in all his existence was he ever assaulted by such palpable desire. Not even for Yuuki. And yet here it is, swimming in his gut in devastating quantity, yearning for the touch of the silver haired prefect in front of him. With horrified recognition, he realized that it was the heavy feeling that was sleeping in him that aided his mind's disturbance at the hunter's avoidance.

Time stood still and when it started flowing again, they were still paralyzed. After what felt like eternity, Kaname slowly released the hunter, taking a few steps back, though never once taking his eyes off his as if expecting the silverette to come attacking him suddenly. Zero did not even realize that his breathing quickened and his chest struggled at the exercise. He unconsciously placed a hand over his chest before gripping the fabric of his uniform tightly. He gritted his teeth as he moved away from the tree he's been leaning on, breaking eye contact with the bastard that's the reason for his overloaded brain. Perhaps the pureblood succeeded in driving him insane hence the ridiculous thoughts.

"This conversation is not over yet, Kiryuu."

Zero can't respond nor did he want to. He wants to put as much distance as he can away from the vampire, before he does something he'll regret, exactly what that is, he has no freaking idea.

He wasn't even a yard away when he felt a surge much like an explosion that caused his gaze to fly back to the pureblood who did the same before training it towards the general direction of the source. It was like an invisible nuclear explosion though the trees merely danced their leaves away from the origin as if touched by a rather strong wind. The scope of said wave reached a diameter all across the school before returning swiftly from where it came from.

What Zero felt next caused him to break into cold sweat, because what he sensed after the initial explosion are presence, three of them to be exact, enough to shake the world where it stands. Though, when he checked thoroughly, he didn't detect that it's anything sinister, but they're still intimidating enough to raise his hackles. He felt like an ant faced with a mammoth, actually, three big ass mammoths. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

What the hell?

Trying to sense further, another thing that bothered him is the undistinguishable kind of the newcomers. He can't tell if they're vampires or hunters or something else. It's the first time he ever encountered this particular essence and it disturbed him. Unknown creatures with tremendous capabilities didn't exactly constitute good news in his book.

What the fuck are they?

His fingers immediately tightened around Bloody Rose as he casted another look towards the pureblood. He was rather surprised to see his usually calm demeanor shaken by the overwhelming air that slowly crept around them, the turbulence of his mind open for inspection through his narrowed reddish brown eyes. The prefect did not blame him. Zero could tell that if their visitors turned out to be aggressive and it comes to a fight, not even Kaname would win against three of such monstrous forces. It's a no brainer. When Kaname caught his scrutiny, the pureblood immediately disguised his feelings behind the indifferent mask he's fond of wearing. Damn pretentious bastard.

The pureblood however gave him a slight nod that he immediately understood and he began to run towards the location of the would-be monsters, feeling rather than seeing the pureblood right beside him. He also felt the agitated auras of the Night Class as they also raced towards the potential apocalypse.

The auras were not hard to locate as they seem to not find the need to conceal their presence (not that he thinks it's possible to hide such colossal power), though Zero thought it also felt a bit distracted.

They were led to a clearing in the middle of the woods surrounding the academy which opened to the vast land before cupping a rather big lake. They found the intruders some ways away from the chilling water. Zero stopped dead from bewilderment as his lilac eyes found the cause of the disturbance. He knows that shock painted his face as he saw three tiny figures of children of about six or seven instead of the vicious monumental beasts that he's been half-expecting. Had he gone blind?

"Children?" he heard Kaname's shocked murmur.

Ah, so he saw that just fine. Wait, what? Zero narrowed his eyes slightly again, intent on the slight forms before him. But he can't be mistaken; those three brats are the owners of the frightening power. A little girl with light hair and two dark haired boys from what he could tell.

But what still bugged him the most was the undetermined status of the three. He could immediately tell that they're vampires or at least they're part vampire which confused him since there's no way that you could be half that kind of beast. And there's a nagging feeling of sensing a hunter in them. He can't figure them out. Their scent doesn't really give them away since he could only perceive the sweet scent of flowers from them, carrying both the smell of hunter and vampire.

This just keeps getting better and better.

Their tiny visitors were huddled together. It was not lost on him that they knew they were there. But he can see no perceptible change in their stance, they all still stood in casual ease but he can tell that they're waiting for some sort of reaction from them. So it became a waiting game, huh.

Normally, he would come charging at them already, Bloody Rose in threatening accompaniment to his interrogation but he found himself rooted on the spot gauging the other party's reaction. He's reckless, yes, but he's got no plan to die stupidly - like getting killed by children before he can even say the 'who' in 'Who the fuck are you?'.

From the faint rustles of bushes he can tell that the Night Class arrived already, a few disbelieving whispers supported his belief that he saw the interlopers correctly.

The wind blew softly and carried their scent downwind and he flinched ever so slightly when he suddenly saw those little backs straightened and slowly turned to him. He regarded three pairs of familiar burgundy eyes marginally widen as they fell on him. His hold on Bloody Rose tightened as he seemingly caught their attention. He was about to point his gun but was stopped cold as he saw the faces of the outsiders - impossibly beautiful and highly familiar. He was frozen altogether as a hesitant remark became a delicate feminine shriek.

"Otou-sama? Otou-sama!"

His body failed to react as a warm silver bullet caught his neck a second later and the clean fragrance of freesia enveloped him.

What?

"EEHHHHHHH?!"

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Several minutes back…

"Oopf!"

The little silver haired girl slowly raised both hands to touch long silky light strands in front of her and part them a bit to peek through them at either side of her for a glimpse of their location before she arranged the locks away from her face completely. She looked around for a bit more and took in the dark clearing they're at. Her small right hand gently palmed her cheek as she exclaimed to her two companions that she can feel nearby rather than see.

"My, oh my, what a dreadful ride that was but, surprisingly, the landing was done with ease, isn't it? Here I was readying myself on landing on the hard floor but it seems my worries are uncalled for."

"H-H-Hime, p-p-please look below to see why that is." came a somewhat strangled reply.

The silverette frowned a little but readily complied and followed the sound of her eldest brother's voice. Her dark eyes faintly widened as she saw that the comfortable plane that she landed on was in fact her Sato-nii's back and Hiro-nii's stomach, both of them tangled in a messy heap together.

Her hand was still cupping her right cheek as she granted a small, unaffected whisper, "Oh, my."

"Please get off." came Hiro's weak groan.

She leisurely stood from where she's sitting with both of her feet tucked from under her, the process eliciting another pained squeak from both her twins as she needed to put pressure on her limbs as she straightened herself. Afterwards, she held the fan that was dangling from the cord around her wrist and pressed its closed end against her lips as she observed her brothers detach themselves from one another. When the two got to their feet and turned to her as they pat themselves clean off dust and dirt, she had the grace to smile demurely.

"Well, better you than me, I dare say. And I appreciate it very much." She said sensibly before giggling.

The two looked at her rather petulantly.

"You should cut off on your sweets, Hime. I knew you were taking extra helpings these days."

"Hmmm? Did you say something, Hiro-nii?" she inquired sweetly as she directed her smile to the older brunette who felt a chill go down his spine.

He cleared his throat. "Nothing, Hime." He then looked around, from the dark lake nearby to the tree-filled enclosure. "Did we arrive at the right place and time?"

"I believe so," rejoined his brother, also doing the same thing. "I'm sure we're currently at the academy, although, for the time, I decided to go back a bit more for good measure, to make sure that the place will be more accessible within this timeframe."

"Good thinking, Sato!"

"Of course."

"So, what should we do next, Sato-nii?"

"I guess we have to find Chichiue and Otou-sama's younger selves to ask for help while we stay here. The tracking spell needs a few weeks to assemble and we need a place to stay for now."

"Heh? Chichiue and Otou-sama's younger version, huh? I wonder how they'll react." A snigger.

"I wonder if they'll let us stay. I gather that they should be in the Night Class?" Hime looked up at the inky sky.

It was Hiro who still answered her, "Well, Hime, we need to prepare ourselves. We might need to sleep outside. As of now, we can already name ourselves suspicious person nos. 1, 2 and 3." Another laugh betrayed how undisturbed he is of the thought. Trust her Hiro-nii to be ready for anything, as long as it's amusing enough.

"I suppose you're right, Hiro-nii. But it'll be troublesome. We also need to make the spells against the possible barricades right? I should think there are a lot of them." She sighed and gently shook her head, her hand coming back up on her cheek. "And I so greatly want to see Chichiue and Otou-sama. They should be both in the class, right? I long to know how they would take us as early as now."

"They might note your weight, Hime." And when Hiro was awarded again of another chillingly questioning sweet smile, he again waivered in pursuing the joke, considering his chances at survival…..nope, he shouldn't risk it and instead added, "I mean, they might remark at how un-lady like you are to trample on your own twin brothers."

"Trample suggests a certain degree of premeditation, Hiro-nii. I certainly did not calculate that, I was merely lucky." She pouted a little, "And if I do meet Chichiue and Otou-sama, I will not fail to act in anything less than a proper young lady." She resolutely added.

"We have company, you two." Interjected their eldest.

"We know, Sato. What do you take us for?" Hiro remarked with a gleeful expression. This is getting exciting.

"Hostile?" Hime asked casually.

"What are you talking about, Hime? We are the threats here. Haven't you notice how our auras are leaking around since we came?"

"Eh? Ah! I didn't realize!"

"Eh? I thought you knew so I let mine be. And if that won't cause anyone to be on high alert I don't know what will." He snickered.

Sato grimaced. He also didn't care less that he knows their aura will be perceived like a crushing wave but he didn't stop to think how it will be received. Perhaps he's in more shock about the whole situation than he actually led himself to believe. He sighed. Too late now.

He would have stopped the two from their banter when a gust of wind brought the familiar smell of lavender and roses with a heavy touch of musk. He froze at the wonderful velvet scent. It's been a while since he sensed it so full of life. It's still young and undoubtedly missing its completing components but that is the raw core of the smell that he came to live by in a household so full of warmth. He did not need to stop his siblings from their ramblings since he saw them freeze as well at the bewitching aroma. All three of them slowly turned as one to the origin of it and was met with the most welcome sight in their life.

Their eyes immediately located the silver haired hunter from among the onlookers at the edge of the forest. His curious scowl was lost on them as they stood amazed at seeing vitality and life flowing from him. He is everything that they remembered him by, except, perhaps, for the half-completed scent of him. Otou-sama.

"Otou-sama?" he heard Hime hesitantly called, her voice was trembling delicately at the sight of the silverette.

He also saw standing not far from the hunter, as is natural, the young person of their Chichiue. Of course, it's only right. And he almost smiled at the thought. The smell of roses a heavy bouquet from the King, though there's a look of heavy consternation evident in the set of his brows and lips as he looked at them and a strained and wary aura reached them reminding him of the situation. Ah, that's right.

And as a series of fast movements began beside him accompanied by an excited female exclamation, the eldest brunette reacted immediately to prevent the further aggravation of their position. Hiro! He immediately grabbed his twin brother and was mystified when he saw that his ministrations was not enough and that he actually made a mistake in calculating their plight when a quick flash of silver ringlets bypassed him and went straight for the ex-human immediately catching him by the neck, causing the hunter to fall on his ass. Then, a heart-wrenching sob came from the runaway which was almost drowned at the initial outcry from the people around them (except for the Pureblood, the hunter and them) but regained its ground as it grew to full blown tears.

His twin brother, who was also frozen and dumbfounded at their sister's antic, was paused into his halted running position, immediately forgetting that jumping on the hunter was his original plan as well as he turned his head to look at him, surprised eyes meeting surprised eyes.

Never in their life would they have thought that their twin sister would act in this way.

"Uh oh." Was the whispered sound from his brother, the eldest brunette's hand still at the back of Hiro's coat, not releasing him in fear that he would go through with his plan on running for the hunter if he loosened his grip. His brother is still in a running pose with both hands still half raised at his side and one feet lifted from the ground.

How accurate, Sato thought bleakly. Uh oh.

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Whew, wordy, I know. Me and unnecessary details. We're married, you know. 」(￣▽￣」)

I asked my twin sister (Meguminiwa) if I can borrow her 'Chichiue' and 'Otou(-sama)' to address Kaname and Zero respectively. It really just fits, doesn't it?

Comments and constructive criticism are very much welcome! ヾ(≧∇≦*)ゝ