#kanazero

[santalart]

good morning, zero

おはようございます、零

[theunknownmonarch]

Hey so, I know we like, almost kill each other constantly, but do you wanna get married so we can continue arguing in our old age and never leave each others sides? Because I genuinely don't think I can survive without you, in a hateful way tho.

[yuriri-aa]

I may be slow but is the KZ ‘Hunter Hunted’ doujinshi based on this bit of the VK DS game?!

( •͈૦•͈ )

I only found this from watching a video of someone playing the game.

It was a whole snowballing effect in my mind with things aligning and stuff.

I don’t know how many people have acknowledged this, maybe everyone already knows but either way it was a (sort of) startling revelation. Heh..

~~

This all started when I saw a video of all the ‘rejection’ dialogues. Kaname’s lines are very funny (probably not for the right reasons - he’s very full of it). (≖⩊≖)

[princessovertime]

If Zero was the slightly taller rival instead of Kaname, I shit you not, everyone would have been on the bratty bottom Kaname and annoyed top Zero train, but no. We gotta live in the slightly worse timeline...

[mostsanekazefan]

not to be a fucking bitch when i just came back but can we fuvking not use AI on hinos artwork??🫩 like yeahh "i dont like zero" " dont like kaname" i dont give a single fuck if you dont like any of them, go back to photoshopping, good Lord. you guys are the sameeee exacttt ppl that praise hinos art, how beautifully she draws hair, how gorgeously she does the coloring nd how no one would ever be able to replicate her art bc of how stunning it is, but yet you dumb fucks feed it in to AI turning it into dogshit.

im not sorry for saying this either bc iv been seeing it far too much recently from BOTH sides, i dont wanna hear no but "zeki/yume did it first🥺🥺" crap bc BOTH of u r in the fucking wrong. crop them out like you used to, is it that hard for you to do???

you have a full manga where they both have a romantic time w/ yuki, fuck ton of official art of EACH pairing(alone or not), 2 seasons of each guy interacting w/ her and yet you choose to go to a fuckass bot to generate u an image/animation of ur pairing bc apparently the art, manga and the anime that was given to u wasnt enough? ure saying hinos hardwork 20+ years of drawing was nothing to u????

this message will nevr be towards zeki or yumes fans that take time to animate/draw their pairing and i genuinely appreciate them bc they r using resources they have, resources they r given from hino to appreciate their favorite pairing nd the artwork. theyre making edits, animations, artwork (+ even coloring the manga panels/scenes)of the series they love and value enough to contribute to it, they even photoshop it to their liking nd im not upset w/ tht bc they didnt use AI, they didnt fucking even it. but yet those fan animations/artwork, those talented fans spending time to contribute something they love isnt appreciate enough either bc there are fans among them tht uses a fuckass bot to "contribute" to thr fandom, this message to towards them losers

"but they didnt add this/that scene in the anime" then animate "but idk how to animate" learn to "but im a lazy piece of shit that doesnt want to take time making something that i could easy prompt" commission an animation "but im poor" get a job "but-" dont do nothing at all. see how easy that was, and do not fucking excuse me w/ the "idk how to draw" shit either, fucking learn "but i wanna draw like hino" then study her art "but itd gonna take long" ure just a lazy bum tht doesnt value ur pairing then

i wanna draw like hino bc i love her art, i love her art soo fucking much i spend a lot of my time trying to draw like her, its bc i value her art, her art is the only reason why im drawing atp. but u bums never cease to disgust me w/ ur shitty slop

this has been bothering me too much, it was impossible to ignore🫩🫩

[needicedtea]

Redraw of the dramatic zerokana art :) in a new cutsy style I found recently …

[chersbows]

is this what they call pokemon evolutions or

[taxominn]

Kaname x Zero | Annihilation | One Shot

Fandom: Vampire Knight

Relationship: Kaname Kuran/Zero Kiryuu

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: interrupted suicide attempt, explicit violence, mentions of blood, explicit language, slightly suggestive content toward the end

Word Count: 1413

A little dead already, Zero tucked the gun into his mouth. Bloody Rose gnawed at him, cold metal prickling through his teeth and the base of his gums, the taste of it bitter and acrid as smoke. Zero switched the safety off; then he leaned against the foot of a birch tree—old, stout, thick at the roots and trunk, leaves quiet under the marbled moon—and shivered. He was scared, but fear was an old friend beneath the stars. It burrowed into his chest as he poised himself on the edge of nothing and peered into the darkness, familiar but changed, an aged relic of childhood.

His brush with fear brought another feeling into stark relief, known from afar yet never in reach, a stranger that greeted him during hunts. It met Zero in the moments before Bloody Rose reaped another soul, when fallen vampires would lash out like animals that had forgotten how to flee, teeming with a hunger that faced the barrel of his gun and sought to save itself. That same hunger coiled around Zero like a lover as he faced his own gun for once, and he laid there, unmoving, caught between a bloodlust born of terror and his ascetic duty to starve himself. It seemed to Zero that time had bent around him and slowed to a halt, but, in truth, hours had passed in bated silence, the moon patient in its promise to secrete his last breath—until Kaname found him.

If time had grown still, Kaname’s arrival must have hastened its pace. The moonlit tension slipped away and left behind a vacuum the pureblood occupied like a birthright. Pale, gleaming, casting light through the forest, Kaname brought with him the specter of a king as he stood by the edge of the small clearing Zero was sequestered in. The distance between them cooled like the temperature on a mountain hike, its trail speckled with bodies frozen into landmarks; Kaname’s stiff and starched uniform shone as white as snow on the mountain’s peak. He crossed his arms and leaned against a tree, upright and regal in the middle of Cross Academy’s woods without a speck of dirt on his crisp lapels, an inverse reflection of Zero who felt like a mangy, groveling peasant on the grass. Then Kaname raised his brow. It was a mild shift in his mask, a ripple on the surface of still water.

“You’re not out here for a nightly stroll,” he said. An unspoken demand hung on the wind: Explain yourself.

Zero yanked the gun out, spit glistening on the muzzle. He trembled to his feet. It took little to point Bloody Rose at Kaname, grip firm the way Yagari had taught him, because years at the shooting range and in the field had trained him to brave death with a steady aim. His silent threat shoved against Kaname’s demand: I’ll shoot you. Threats had no bearing on a creature like Kaname, but Zero would rather play their futile game of cat and mouse than explain his decisions; the only people he owed explanations to were long gone.

“What I’m doing is none of your concern. Get lost,” he said.

“I’ll ask Yuki or Cross then.”

Zero snarled around his fangs. “Is this all you know how to do? Meddle in other people’s lives? You have no fucking right.”

“But Yuki has a right to know,” Kaname said sharply. Disgust clung to his words like frost creeping along a windowpane. “She deserves at least that much from you.”

Zero didn’t respond. He had nothing to say to Kaname about his choices, nothing that the pureblood needed to know, so he said nothing. And then he let the bullet speak for him.

The quiet of the night shattered. A bang crashed down on the clearing like thunder after a lightning strike. The bullet had missed Kaname’s porcelain skin and instead gouged into the tree because Kaname no longer leaned against it; now, the pureblood was less than a foot from Zero, one hand pinning Zero’s wrist to the birch and the other wrapped around his throat.

“Figured I should do the world a favor and get rid of you before I go,” Zero wheezed.

Kaname squeezed Zero’s throat until he couldn’t breathe, until his windpipe was on the brink of collapse, before the pureblood loosened his hand. Zero had closed his eyes and gone slack in the bruising hold, but he opened them when Kaname eased off, forced to meet the other vampire’s gaze. Zero kept his emotions close to his chest, but the irritation in Kaname’s cold look melted away upon stumbling across some realization.

Softly, in a voice he often used to soothe Yuki, he said, “You truly want to die. You’d even let me kill you. Why?”

All Zero could really do was laugh in Kaname’s face. So he did; he chuckled, thin and raspy, throat sore from Kaname’s chokehold, humored by the notion that the only obstacle between himself and his grave was a pureblood vampire he’d tried to kill upon first meeting. He laughed, and Kaname looked bemused, his brows scrunched and eyes narrowed, gauging how far Zero had fallen from sanity.

It did remind Zero of the night they’d met, when he had only been eight years old. The loss of his family had warped him into an angry, reclusive child who hardly smiled; more than that, his body had been twisted into an alien, unrecognizable form. At night, as Yuki and Cross slept, Zero could count their heartbeats from across the hall, could draw a breath and smell the blood beneath their skin, and he could do so with the certainty that their blood would taste better than any meal he’d ever eaten. When Yuki began to gush about the boy who saved her from a vampire, Zero could only listen with quiet envy because he would’ve given anything for a savior before Shizuka damned him to a living hell.

Once Kaname visited as a guest days later, Zero didn’t have time to feel disappointed. The pureblood had triggered every survival instinct in Zero’s body and sparked his endless rage toward the monsters that ruined his life; it all coalesced around the presence of a threat, around a creature that could flatten the house and kill them in a blink, and his terrified rage had gripped the handle of a kitchen knife and pierced Kaname’s hand before he could muster a hello.

The look Kaname had given him then was the look he gave him now: miffed, like he’d seen a fish climb a tree. Zero’s laughter faded as he tested the grip Kaname had on his shooting hand. He sighed, resigned.

“I’m a danger to every human around me. I’m a danger to Yuki. Isn’t that reason enough?”

“You haven’t fallen yet,” Kaname said. “It’s not inevitable.”

Zero bared his teeth. “Don’t make jokes, Kuran. It doesn’t suit you.”

Kaname’s brow furrowed again, out of annoyance this time; his range of expressions must’ve expanded when Zero wasn’t looking. The pureblood finally dropped his hand from Zero’s throat, only to reach for the collar around his own.

“Oh, fuck off. I don’t need your blood.”

“Might I remind you, Zero,” Kaname began. He undid the buttons of his blazer, his long fingers teasing the soft fabric as it spilled open. Tone smooth as silk, he continued, “…that I found you here about to kill yourself?” Kaname hooked a finger through his tie and tugged it loose until it dangled on his shoulders, followed by the slow unbuttoning of his dress shirt to the middle of his chest. The blazer was placed gently on the grass, and then his brown eyes snapped to Zero with penetrating focus. “It’s my blood or involuntary commitment.”

“Involuntary commitment,” Zero said.

The words were rendered meaningless by the hypnotic pull of an exposed neck. Hunger bubbled in him, and he languished like the frog in a boiling pot, convincing himself that the situation could be salvaged while glaring at Kaname’s chest as if it had offended him. He refused to admit the humiliating fact that his eyes were stuck.

“Is that so?” Kaname asked. Something disturbingly close to smug danced in the shadows of his placid face. He sunk a nail into his skin and cut a thin line across his neck—and his lips twitched into a slight smile, which may as well be a shit-eating grin by Kaname’s standards. “Could I convince you otherwise?”