Story title: the last goodbye of smile and bone

Summary: takes place the night before Kaname and Rido come face to face on chapter 34. It’s a KanaxZero oneshot inspired in the song of the title by the awesome band I am Ghost.

Note: Kaname x Zero, thus Boys Love. I wrote this instead of going to sleep so it's unbetaed and most likely contain typos.Anyway, there's nothing too explicit but they are two guys nonetheless so if you would rather avoid reading you can stop here. And if reading, review please. Thank you so much!

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It was one of those quiet and far too serene nights. The whole academy was finally at peace; both normal students and those blood-suckers were deep into sleeping state. For once, I had checked twice if not tree times to make sure no one, and I mean no one, was still rounding on the school grounds.

I can say my -ugh- it still is bitter to say this, vampire senses had intensify since a few weeks ago. It first came in a very smooth way until it came to a sudden peak and one day I woke up smelling the most subtitle trail of blood. Speaking of a disgusting, yet effective way, to drift away from a nightmare to step into another that’s much worst. They usually call it reality.

Anyway, Yuuki doesn’t seem to have noticed. It still amaze me how she can be so open about it, so willing to help me…how long has it been? How long have I starved to open my wings and quit this ugliness?

Each morning I can see myself struggling between crossing this valley of impossible dreams. Each morning I fight to ignore the blood rushing in my veins calling, demanding, and always challenging.

But it is not my dry throat requesting red liquid to pour in and fill me.

And when the morning goes, I try to forget, because it’s easier to turn your back and walk away rather than go and feel exactly like a lamb entering the wolf hideout.

When morning goes, I feel my heart climb onto the clouds soaring. I know he cannot reach me there, close to the Sun. And I say goodbye.

Even if I’m just fooling myself, I hold my hopes in the shinning orb. It’s a hollow hope yet I wish it to become true one day.

But I’m just a hopeless fool after all, aren’t I? The Sun is already fading; I can feel his warm weakening. I’d like my heart to be strong, at least stronger than it is, since Yuuki insists I am her tough brother.

A trace of irony makes its way on my lips.

Is it possible to be stronger than the divine incarnation of night?

My eyes, clear pupils, look up and it’s already night time. The last ray of daylight try to cling in the sky but it’s a lost cause. Faint diamonds are already sparkling in the sky and the Queen of the night is about to drop her veil.

I know even her, the Moon, is only a spectator. Tonight is a quiet one.

“Tonight we shall dance” I hear in my head. This voice is not mine nor is a voice I have listened to before. But you see many things have changed. Now I have this voice in my head, it tells me when the time gets close.

I look at my hands, palms up; I can see the fainting trails of blood, still tainting my every skin pores. Yesterday night, I had a sudden urge to rid my mind of those terrible visions, impure visions. Those outrageous new torments were growing inside my body and eating away what is left of my soul.

“Dear God, I wrote a letter drenched in my own blood.” I remember whispering not only a few hours back.

But the surprising and above all, revulsion fact wasn’t the already drying blood taking a darker color on the paper, but the words.

I want to forget those words but I can’t. I look up again and there, with a shoulder on the opened window frame stands the owner of this voice.

“Thank you” the voice says.

I cannot comprehend why the dark figure would say such a thing. I want to close that window and let the figure out but the moonlight softly makes it glow in a marvelous way.

A sad expression written over the otherwise stoic visage makes my rage fade. Maybe I am a masochist after all; my body seems to move on its own accord and I make it a couple of step closer to the midnight visitor.

“Thank you” the voice rises again this time a hand accompanies it, and smooth fingers reach out for my cheek.

Can years of non-stop bleeding scars close themselves with just those words?

Is it really like pushing a nail into one of his more likely comfy coffins? One clear strong push seals the pain away.

Cool breeze enters the room through the window, the curtains make a curve and smooth movement and lips are promptly on mine, stealing the breathing I didn’t realize was holding.

It’s a soft kiss, the first of many to come yet it feels like the last. My sense cannot fool me even if I most of the time fight to ignore to change them.

“Why?” escape from my lips as soon as I am released and the same sad smile faces me.

Two strong arms embrace my body and slowly make their way to my hips soon enough followed by those same lips trailing kissing down my chin and neck.

No much longer after, two experienced hands take away my shirt which falls down on the wooden floor. A warm a wet tongue makes it way towards my nipples; my body starts its surrender to the knowing touch. Does it look pitiful? It might indeed, but I couldn’t care less.

My lips look for the other pair and my quest proves successful when we lock on each others, while our tongues entwine my whole body gets lifted and I land back first on the duvet bed.

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A first kiss and a last goodbyeSay goodbye (thank you for what you've given me)
The last goodbye of smile of boneWhy did the love fade away?
We will never be apart, we will never fall, it will never be the same.
Why did the love fade away?As you died in my arms, it was the last goodbye of smile and bone.

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The next morning, I wake up from a night without bad dreams or miserable memories.

I turn on my side and I come face to face with a paper carefully doubled. A written message appears before my eyes: "I hate you. I hate you. I love you. Tell me why do I love you?"

The same line repeated itself for at least a good part of the paper sheet; it has now a dark brown color, like dried blood and it was indeed dried blood, mine to be precise.

Finally, a brighter line catches my sight, curious I read it.

“Because I can’t have you. I love you so much but I can’t have you.”

Last night we danced under the moonlight. Last night he kissed me and he thanked me for loving him.

Last night, our love died. Kuran Kaname killed it and I, Kiryuu Zero, woke up never to say those words again, much less write them.

-Owari-