purebloodiisms:

         ❝–is it wrong to want to save the innocent? ❞
                          ❝–there are so many people i want to protect. ❞

      “ No. But… ” umber hues narrowed,  a small frown formed
against cold folds of flesh, his stature dignified && still. “ The
 only thing that I am very much against with is — you, risking
your life for them. Call me selfish but I just can’t let you do that. ”

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ Line Connected. ⁾ 」 

More than five minutes of unanswered calls, he
finally have gotten through the other line. Breathing.
He lets out a sigh as to control the temper that had seemed
to rise within him. The search wasn’t much of a problem,
but the delay itself from receiving his call.
               “ So you aren’t dying yet, ” he manages to joke,
 his nostrils slowly picking up a metallic scent that filled the air.
Footsteps nearing on a dark alley path up ahead of him, his
crimson hues brightened with each step. Narrowing dangerously.
“ You do realize that you’re a difficult woman, no? ” He added,
casual strides apparent as he found her unpleasant form near
an old apartment building, his features unreadable.
 “ You look awful, by the way. ” left his lips before ending the call.

       a light chuckle escapes thin folds of flesh, 
“ Is that so? ” he inquired, unaware of the scrutinizing eyes that
seemed to bore onto the female he was currently speaking with.
Just as soon as she cleared away, he gave her a small nod of his 
head. Not wanting to impose much further.  “ Then please do
watch your footing next time, little miss. As to not get hurt is all. ”

Gaze hardening, his composure remained calm.
A taunting smile curved upon cold lips as he locked
his eyes against lilac contacts. 
     Indifference replaced once amiable features,
his fingers no longer at the comfort of a certain 
dark haired prefect, causing his disappointment.
yet he tried his hardest to play nice.
           “ Rough aren’t we, Kiryuu-kun? ”  he
stated so simply, his other hand were now on
top of his rival’s flesh, taking them off his wrist
in a manner so casual as to not upset the other
party involved at their little display of hostility.

Apparent display of affection played upon the pureblood’s 
features; soft smile and gentle gaze, his fingers brushed against
the prefect’s cotton like tresses. Even if such gesture was made
time and time again, Kaname seemed to enjoy it as much
as his memory could remember. 
the youngster was just too endearing to resist. 
and the little things she does just adds up to her charms.
“  That’s a good girl. ” he says, voice light and somewhat
velvety. Unfortunately, it seemed that he has completely 
forgotten the hunter’s presence as he became too immersed from
enjoying one of those rare moment he couldn’t just let it pass by. 

                                “ Hm, I do hope you’ll succeed. ” 

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ Truly an idiot. ⁾ 」 sent

As soon as the message was relayed, the Pureblood King 
left the place he considers his comfort. Just because of a 
certain huntress who doesn’t heed any words of concern 
from anyone else. Preferably, himself. Not that they were
close friends or anything. But—-well, complicated is the 
right term for this so called relationship they have. An
odd one at that one. Back on the topic…

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ Calling —– Ill Tempered Woman. ⁾ 」

You better answer. He mused, feet heavy as
he skimmed through blocks and alleys around town.
Chocolate orbs narrowed as he tries to pick up
the blood stained scent she may or may not have spilled 

…somewhere.

He did say Seiran was coming… But…nevermind.

a chuckle left partly amused lips, her animated roundabout
ways was pretty much the give away to his queries. he could tell.
even since she was but a child, the poor girl would always stay
positive no matter the outcome. 
            “ I see, I wish you the best. ” just as he gave her a
response, umber contacts shifted and met lavender ones. 
a smirk curled upon lips, as if hinting his success. the death
was overcome… for now. long yet calloused fingers caressed
burgundy locks in a soothing manner, cold palm on top of 
his supposed sibling and underclassman’s crown.
 “ If worse comes to worst, you’re always welcome
to ask for support. Okay? ” he flashes her a small smile,
warm gaze now settled onto the young prefect.

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ I have her phone. ⁾ 」 sent

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ She left it at my desk. ⁾ 」 sent

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ Also... ⁾ 」 sent

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ DONT MOVE. ⁾ 」 sent

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ Careful bumping into her. Seiran. ⁾ 」 sent

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ I’m on my way. btw ⁾ 」 sent

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「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ Color me surprised. ⁾ 」 sent

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ Didn’t think you’d be the barbaric type. ⁾ 」 sent

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ Anyway, I sure do hope you DO stay still. ⁾ 」 sent

「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ Seiran isn’t fond of child’s play. ⁾ 」 sent

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「 📱 ❜ ▐ ⋮  。 ⁽ I’ll text Seiran to delay medical help. ⁾ 」 sent

relief washed over stoned face, briefly.

  “ Thank you. ” the pureblood says, hiding
in a casual manner the small box behind his stature.
not a moment passed, the subject was changed. 
“ how was class? I hope your duties as prefect
didn’t affect your studies. ” he could only hope.