Cursed Eyes ( vampire knight)

chapter 5/Re-Edited

Senri's careful hands lifted Rin from the couch, her peaceful slumber undisturbed. He carried her to his room, laying her down gently on the bed. Moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her features. As he lay down beside her, the words slipped out effortlessly, "I love you, Rin."

The room was enveloped in a quiet intimacy, a testament to the bond between siblings and confidantes, a bond that transcended the complexities of their supernatural existence.

The gentle morning light filtering into Senri's room roused Rin from sleep. As she shifted, a rumble from her stomach betrayed her hunger. Senri, his eyes meeting hers, spoke softly, "Do you want something to eat, Rin?"

A simple nod was her response. Together, they descended the stairs of the Moon Dormitory.

The common area buzzed with the subdued activity of the night class students. Among them, a girl with brown hair caught Rin's attention. The persistent gaze made Rin's patience wane, and finally, she couldn't resist asking, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

The girl, flustered, stammered, "Well, it's just... you look like a doll."

The comment piqued Rin's curiosity. With a raised eyebrow, she replied, "A doll, huh?" It wasn't the first time this comparison had been made, yet it still intrigued her.

"I mean, your hair, your eyes, and the way you carry yourself," the girl continued hesitantly. "It's like you stepped out of a painting."

Rin couldn't help but offer a small, enigmatic smile. People's fascination with appearances was a recurring theme in her life. "Appearances can be deceiving," she said cryptically, leaving the girl with a thought to ponder.

Sensing the subtle tension, Senri led Rin towards the dining area. Glances and hushed whispers followed them, but for now, her focus was on the meal before her. Little did she know, the intrigue surrounding her presence would only intensify, intertwining with the unfolding drama within the Moon Dormitory.

Breakfast passed in relative quiet. The night class students, engrossed in their routines, cast occasional glances towards Rin, her captivating presence undeniable. Sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the Moon Dormitory in a warm glow. Rin's gaze drifted towards the courtyard, a space where day and night intersected within the academy's hidden world.

Curiosity piqued, Rin and Senri stepped outside. The crisp morning air greeted them as they entered the courtyard, a space adorned with delicate flowers and ancient-looking statues, exuding a timeless charm. There, seated on a bench, was the same girl with the brown hair.

Approaching her, Rin inquired, "What's your name?"

The girl, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and admiration, answered, "I'm Mina. Mina Kurosu."

A flicker of understanding crossed Rin's eyes. "Mina, if you're so intrigued," she offered, "I'll make you a deal. Spend the day with me, and I'll share a glimpse of the world beyond appearances."

Excitement sparked in Mina's eyes as she readily agreed.

The day unfolded into a series of unexpected experiences. Rin led Mina through hidden corners of Cross Academy: the ancient library with its dusty tomes, the secret passages whispering forgotten secrets, and the serene gardens where vampires and humans coexisted, their lives interwoven in a delicate balance.

With each revelation, Mina's initial perception of Rin began to shift. The doll-like facade she had projected crumbled away, revealing a person with stories, experiences, and a depth beyond the surface.

As the day neared its end, Mina, now a confidante, looked at Rin with newfound appreciation. "Rin, you're not just a doll. You're like a living painting, with layers waiting to be explored."

Rin smiled enigmatically. Perceptions were fickle things, easily altered by the unveiling of hidden truths.

Whispers of Rin's day with Mina began to circulate. The night class students, captivated by the unfolding narrative, found themselves drawn further into the mystery surrounding Rin Shiki. The delicate balance within the Moon Dormitory, already in flux, seemed to teeter on the edge of discovery and transformation.