CROSSED. A VAMPIRE KNIGHT//TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION.

[7] a really depressing threeway

I tried to explain it to her the best I could, what's happened while I've been away. Explaining how my parents died, my biological ones, and adoptive ones. How I've been managing myself and what's happening in the future for me. It was the first time in a while I felt solemn, not even wanting to joke around as I would usually do.

'So you're like Kaname-Sama, a pureblood.' she pursed her lips and went quiet, obviously thinking about something. 'Does that mean that you have the same abilities as him?'

'Generally speaking, yes.' Besides the fact that my "special power" was water I think, and his power was something else, everything was the same.

A comfortable silence wrapped around us walking up to the building. Yuki's silence was sobering to me. Usually, she would go on talking about something, anything to fill the silence that laid between us, but tonight she seemed more mature.

Yuki had seldom been like this. The last time was when I got sick, very sick. Sicker than any child should ever be.

It was an early spring morning when I woke up unable to breathe, asphyxiated. My throat had swollen shut and I couldn't speak at all. Luckily I was in the kitchen at the time and was able to make enough noise to wake up Kaien, before collapsing to the ground and passing out.

I woke up about a week later, tubes inside of me. I tried to breathe in when I felt something inside my throat already doing it for me. The experience was terrifying, and I would have nearly ripped out that tube if it wasn't for how stiff my limbs were. Apparently, I had gone into anaphylactic shock due to the new hay-fever medication I was taking. The problem was though, that it wasn't just that one hay-fever tablet that set it off. The previous ones I had been taking had smaller doses of whatever chemical was inside it. Not enough to cause swelling, but enough to start breaking my body from the inside.

According to the headmaster, it took three times to average does of epinephrine to calm down the swelling inside me, but because of that, my heart was racing too much, and since the chemical from the hay-fever tablets was swimming around in my blood, it had slowly been constricting the blood vessels of my heart, weakening them over months, years even.

I had a heart attack.

On top of my heart failure, my throat swelled shut again as the epinephrine wore off. I had to get a tracheotomy.

It was a domino effect. One after the other, my organs began showing signs of failure, somehow, because my body couldn't process this chemical properly, it had been eating my blood vessels from the inside out, shutting them down due to lack of oxygen.

Luckily I didn't have to have any transplants as the surgeons managed to repair me with grafts, tonnes of grafts.

The day I woke up everyone came to visit, and for the first time in years, Yuki was silent. What could someone say to a dying boy? I wouldn't have known if I was in their position.

During the time I was in the hospital, Zero stayed with me 24/7, adamant that I needed to be looked after just in case, Yuki visited me as much as she could, and my parents cared for all three of us kids.

Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm awful at maths, I would have at least tried to become a doctor.

I looked over at Yuki and gazed at her expression. She was a blank slate, so deep in thought that I couldn't even begin to try and read her.

'I'm not going to be seeing you much, am I?' she finally turned to me and spoke. I was taken aback by the seriousness of her tone.

I sighed and looked up, pinching my nose bridge, I hadn't even thought about it like that, not yet anyway. 'No, I guess not.'