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Love Game	By : ParisWriter Category: +S to Z > Vampire Knight Views: 1854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Chance Encounter
- 2-Truth or Dare?
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Chapter One: A Chance Encounter

“I can't believe you brought Oinks with you.”

“Why wouldn't I bring him?”

“Because we're in high school now, Kara. Don't you think keeping a stuffed animal like that is a bit childish?”

Kara Tsukiyama picked up the toy in question – a pink pig complete with curly tail – and sat down on her bed. She held the pig in her lap, playing with its slightly floppy years, and pouted at her roommate as she brushed some of her brown hair which had come loose from her ponytail out of her green eyes, tucking it behind her ear.

“Shinji gave him to me,” she pointed out, hugging the soft toy pig to her chest. “Before, well... You know.”

“Before you two couldn't have a conversation without it turning into an all-out shouting match, you mean?”

Kara sighed. Her roommate, Shiori Itou – who also happened to be her best friend – was one of the few people she'd been totally honest with about her problems at home over the years. She knew how bad things had gotten between Kara and her younger brother over the past year, and she'd always been there when she needed someone to vent to about it or a shoulder to cry on when she was wishing for things to go back to the way they were between the two of them. Oinks had been a birthday present Shinji gave her when she was seven years old, and now that they were constantly fighting with one another it was the one reminder she had of how close they'd once been.

“Hey,” Shiori told her, going over to where she was sitting and squeezing the pig's nose, causing it to squeak. “I'm sorry. I think it's nice you still keep him close, even though your brother hates you.”

“He doesn't hate me, Shiori,” Kara corrected her.

“You could have fooled me.”

Kara let out another sigh and set Oinks back on the pillow of her bed as she looked at the clock sitting upon her nightstand.

“Come on,” she told Shiori, standing up and grabbing her school bag. “We're going to be late for our first day if we don't get a move on.”

Shiori groaned in protest, but went to gather her own bag from her bed. They quickly double-checked to make sure they had everything they would need for their first morning of classes at Cross Academy, and Kara redid her ponytail to secure the pieces which had become loose while Shiori attempted to finger-comb her wild red curls into place. Once they were sure they were ready, they wished one another good luck and went their separate ways to class.

Kara was exhausted and utterly dismayed by the end of her first day of classes. She'd expected Cross Academy to have higher academic standards than the middle school she had gone to, but she hadn't quite been prepared for the extent of the curriculum. She already had three papers she needed to write by the end of the week, and a test in two days she needed to prepare for. Thankfully, she had Shiori. Her best friend was also her secret weapon when it came to her studies. Shiori had a brain for maths and sciences, and was able to clearly explain concepts which were so far above her head that Kara would never understand them. On the other hand, Shiori was horrible at English and anything having to do with writing or the arts – which just so happened to be where Kara excelled. They often relied on each other's help in order to make sure they kept their grades at an acceptable level while in middle school. Kara simply hoped they could manage to keep that up now that they were going to a prestigious private school like Cross Academy.

“I'm beginning to have second thoughts about this place.”

Kara laughed as Shiori fell into step next to her, voicing the same thoughts she had been having.

“What are they trying to do, work us to death right up front?” the taller girl complained, pushing her hair back with both hands, her fingers curling into the mass tensely.

“Maybe they're trying to weed out those who don't have what it takes to make it in this school,” Kara suggested with a small shrug. “Perhaps they're looking to send some people home and those who can't cut it will get kicked out and be forced to go to another school.”

“I hope not!” Shoiori remarked, her dark brown eyes going wide. “My mom spent so much money so I could go to school here. We can't afford it if I need to go to another school. I'd have to drop out!”

“I'm not going to let you fail, Shiori, I promise,” Kara assured her with a smile. “As long as you promise to not let me end up getting kicked out, too.”

“Deal,” Shiori agreed, and they shook hands in mock seriousness before bursting out in giggles and continuing toward their dorm, arm-in-arm.

“What's going on over there?”

Kara stopped walking and turned to look where Shiori was looking. A large group of students – mostly female, but there were a few males among them – had gathered outside a set of fancy wooden gates.

“Should we check it out?” she suggested, and Shiori pulled her along without a word toward the throng of students.

“You know, I bet that's where the Night Class students live on campus,” Shiori mused, pursing her lips in thought. “You've heard about them, right?”

“How could I not?” Kara remarked, rolling her eyes. “It seems to be close to the only thing the girls here talk about.”

“They're supposedly really hot.” Shiori grinned and gave Kara a wink, and Kara rolled her eyes again. Of the two of them, Shiori was the one who had always been more boy-crazy. Tall and pretty, the boys had always gravitated to her over Kara – the short girl with boring brown hair.

From what Kara had heard about the Night Class students, they were all as model-esque as her best friend, the most attractive students in the school who came from some sort of royal bloodline and got special treatment as a result. The 'special treatment' included private classes separate from the rest of the students at Cross Academy. Why those classes took place at night, Kara had no idea – and she thought it was a bit odd – but she supposed models were too busy during the day doing photoshoots, or going to parties, or whatever models did, and couldn't be bothered to attend lessons during the day with the rest of them.

“Everyone stand back!”

Kara started at the sound of the voice shouting over the crowd gathered outside the gates, which was amplified by a megaphone. She craned her neck to see who had finally decided to take charge and attempt to bring order to the throng of students and spied the headmaster's daughter standing above the others. She figured the girl must be on a box or something, since she was actually even shorter than she was, but even with the loud voice and the placement above the others, Kara doubted that she would be able to get the students to disperse. To her surprise, however, the crowd almost immediately split in two and formed lines on either side of the path leading away from the gates where they had just been milling around.

“Come on, I want to get a look!” Shiori urged, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her quickly over to the end of one of the lines. Kara soon found herself squashed between her best friend and one of the older girls from the school, who was gabbing to the girl next to her about how beautiful and wonderful the Night Class students were and how she couldn't wait to see them all again. She was about to excuse herself and head back to the dorm on her own when the gates finally opened and the entire crowd erupted in cheers and squeals of delight, causing her to cover her ears.

“Hello, everyone!” a chipper male voice called over the ruckus. “Have you missed me?”

“Yes!” came the collective reply of the crowd, screamed particularly loudly right in Kara's ear by the girl standing next to her.

“Wow... They really are hot!” Shiori remarked, but Kara couldn't see over the girls in front of her due to her small stature. Stuck in the middle of the crowd of students, she decided to wait until things died down before making her escape back to the dorm and watched as the Night Class students finally came into view.

The first one she saw was a tall blonde whose green eyes were firmly focused on the book in his hand, completely oblivious to the girls shrieking and calling his name as he walked by. Next came two girls – one with long, pale brown hair and another with blonde pigtails – and an auburn-haired boy, all three of whom looked like they had better places to be and couldn't care less about the attention that was being paid to them. It was the next pair of students who caught Kara's eye, though.

“Akatsuki, wait! I must greet each of my admirers, personally! They've been waiting for so long to see me again!”

It was the same voice she had heard before, and now she knew who it had come from: a boy with blonde hair which was perfectly styled in a way that looked like it had been simply combed through once after being slept on. He was being dragged along by the collar of his jacket by a much taller boy with reddish-blonde hair and amber eyes who was scowling at his behavior.

“We don't want to be late for class, Hanabusa,” he scolded, and the smaller boy crossed his arms over his chest and huffed like a petulant child. Kara couldn't help but laugh at the scene, and the head full of messy blonde hair snapped to attention – almost as though he had somehow been able to hear her over the din.

He turned his face in her direction and Kara found herself staring at the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen in her life. His eyes searched the crowd where she was standing, and she held her breath as they settled upon her general location. After a few seconds, he smiled and gave a cheeky little wink, effectively causing the crowd to begin squealing even louder so that she had to cover her ears once again. She instinctively closed her eyes as she tried to block out the cacophony, and by the time she looked up again to where he had been he was gone and the students were beginning to disperse.

“Well, that was something,” Shiori remarked, smiling after the Night Class students.

“You can say that again,” Kara replied, her voice a bit breathless. Her heart was still hammering in her chest as a result of that one moment when the blue-eyed boy – Hanabusa, his friend had called him – had winked at her. She knew that he probably hadn't meant it to be directed at her, personally, but it had still felt like he had chosen to focus in upon her at that moment.

Little did she know that single moment would change the course of her life forever...
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