Uggh, my head hurrrrttssss. This sucks, I want to be still asleep. Or asleep again. Ibuprofen, kick in faster...!
So since I can't sleep, have some Vampire Knight fanfiction. I, uh, wrote it a couple days ago to work out some ~writerly tension~ or w/e I'd built up over the course of that Sailor Fuku to Kikanjuu trilogy, so don't take my current pain-addled sleepless grumpiness as a reflection on its quality. Or do, if you think it sucks. |o/
Apparently when I have two conflicting OTPs my solution is to smush them together in one big pile of woe and unhappiness. Then again, it's Vampire Knight, no one's ever happy (except Takuma, he's just precious). So... yes.
Aaand I know the "official" spellings are Cain, Idou, and Luka, but I'm going with the spellings used in the English translation of the manga. It's just easier/less confusing for me. =X
Does anyone on my flist even like Vampire Knight? *clueless, in my own little world...*
Title: Shadows Overlap
Pairings: Kain/Aido and Kain/Ruka, one-sided Aido/Kaname and Ruka/Kaname [Vampire Knight]
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~200
Summary: Kain knows he's being used, but he's willing to put up with it, because he loves them. In his own way.
Notes: I don't think anything marks this as taking place at any particular point in time, but for reference I've only read to the end of volume 7 (chapter 34). Title taken from Rondo (the Vampire Knight Guilty OP) because it's a damn good song. No, I still haven't seen VKG.
Shadows Overlap
Kain loves them both, of course, in his own way. In a way he's grown so used to it lurks in the back of his consciousness, rarely thought about. In a way that he's aware of without having to consider the details.
He's okay with being used by them, just a little, as a stand-in... because he loves them. In his own way.
Every now and then Aido finds his way into Kain's bed. It's nothing new and neither of them pretend it means anything; pretenses have long since lost meaning. Keeping quiet isn't really in Aido's nature, but he does his best, razor teeth tearing at the sheets. When he hisses Kaname-sama, Kain feels nothing; he stopped minding long ago.
Ruka is more discriminating, and only darkens Kain's doorway on moonless nights. Even still her visits become more frequent as time passes, and each time Kain comes closer to wishing she just wouldn't. He's always gentle with her, careful. He pretends to not notice her eyes shut tight in the pitch black night, her face pressed to his shoulder. And when she whines Kaname-sama, Kain pretends not to hear.
He sometimes wonders if they leave feeling empty like he does, but he says nothing. After all, it makes no difference. He loves them both, after all. In his own way.