Blood-Stained Petals *Zero Kiryuu One Shot*

Blood-Stained Petals * A Zero Kiryu Short*

A/N: So this story is old. I first wrote this on Fanfiction . Net way back on August 4th, 2012. So about ten years ago. If the writing sounds meh, it's because I was still working on my writing style. I've given this a quick 'ol F7 look over to look at any obvious grammar issues and I was pleasantly surprised to find it wasn't riddled with obvious mistakes that the computer could pick up! Anyways, happy reading! Keep the tissues handy!

Name: Hanabi Kuran
Age:17
Looks: long mahogany hair, up to her waist, done in loose curls. She's Yuki's height, give or take an inch. She has a pale complexion, plump rosy pink lips, and deep vibrant green eyes.

~~~Blood-Stained Petals~~

~Hanabi's POV~

I watched silently as the girls and occasional boys swooned over us as we made our way past the gates. I tried to ignore Hanabusa as he encouraged his female worshipers, preferring to stick closer to Senri and Rima instead. I lifted my head up from my book after hearing my brother's voice. I lowered it just a bit, turning my jaded eyes to look at Kaname as he courted Yuki. I ignored the pang of hurt I felt when I saw how caring and gentle, he was with her. I saw a shadow move by, seeing Zero Kiryuu chase away my brother, figuratively of course, because Kaname Kuran feared no one.

"Oh Hanabi, I will be seeing you tomorrow night at the dance, won't I? You can't just run off and read your little books again you know?" I looked up, looking the blond in the eyes and offering him a smile. I heard some of the fan boys swoon and I tried my best not to roll my eyes.

"I'm not so sure Takuma, I'll...I'll think about it." I smiled to him one last time before closing my book and starting to walk ahead of the others.

"You shouldn't get so carried away, Hanabi, Kaname won't like it." I smiled at Akatsuki and just nodded my head.

"But that makes it all the more fun! Doesn't it, Hanabi-Chan?" I turned, my gaze now cold, as I stared at the petit white-haired girl. I did my best not to snarl before walking away. I think I heard some girl's glasses crack at my temper, oh well.

I had decided to skip class, I didn't feel like listening to the others, much less hanging out in a room with the wretched wench. I hated my brother all the more for allowing her refuge here. She didn't belong here, pureblood or not! I knew Zero must feel so confused, just having her around. Poor Zero. I pretended I dropped a page from my old, worn book and turned to get it. As I bent down to pick it up, I tried to move my long chestnut hair out of the way, my green eyes scanning for the silhouette of the silver headed boy. I couldn't see him, suddenly many of my book's pages fell. The boys shouted, screeching like girls as they all rushed in to help me.

"Get to class now!" I knew that voice, but tried not to look up as I saw an even paler arm reach down to help me with the scattered sheets. I stood once they were all off the ground and looked towards Zero, hoping my cheeks weren't pink at the moment.

"Arigato Kiryuu." I smiled at him and he scoffed, simply smacking the papers into my arms, almost making me drop the ones I already had. Then just like that, he left off with Yuki. She flashed me an apologetic smile before going off to scold Zero for his rude behavior. I sighed. He had been treating me like this since it became apparent that I had feelings for him. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but instead I fisted my hands tightly, forgetting about the now wrinkled pages. I stormed off, noticing the water in the lake rippling from my anger. 'I knew better too,' I thought to myself. 'Oh Hanabi, what were you thinking?'

~~~~Flashback~~~~

Today I'd do it. It should be simple enough, or at least the humans made it look that way. I looked to my bed, piled high with pocky, dango, chocolates and other sweets. I went to my small jewelry box. It was a small little thing, covered in fake little amethysts, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires in the shape of hearts stars and ovals. It was the last gift I ever got from my mother, before she passed away, that is. I shook my head, my nails digging into my palms as I curled my hands into fists. I had to get over these nerves! I quickly took the box and the tiny teddy bear that was placed near my bed, before walking outside.