Yuuki: Kaname X

“I miss nothing,” he said, “except the years I could not hold you.”

But that night, alone, the old woman touched her own reflection and whispered two names into the dark:

Kaname crossed the room. He did not touch her—not yet. He simply stood beside her, looking out at the same rain, the same gray sky. “You regret it,” he said. It was not a question. kaname x yuuki

She nodded. Zero. Kaien. The children they had watched grow old and die, one by one, like autumn leaves. Yuki had held Zero’s hand when his time came—his silver hair turned white, his red eyes finally soft with peace. He had looked at her, not as a hunter, not as an enemy, but as the girl who had once offered him a blood tablet on a rainy night.

“Then you know my answer.” He kissed her fully then, slow and deep, tasting of memory and rain. “Always.” “I miss nothing,” he said, “except the years

She had ruled. She had fought. She had watched Zero die. And then, when the world was finally quiet, she had used the last of her pureblood power to call Kaname back. Not as a god. Not as a king. But as a man.

“No,” she had replied. “I gave up time . You are not ‘everything.’ You are more.” “You regret it,” he said

The Weight of Eternity