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Colour me Blood red: Human after all	By : DragonBlade Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright, welcome to the second part of Prince of Tennis as Vampires! I kept the "Colour me Blood red" part cause this is still the same thing, but "Human after all" was actually chosen by a friend of mine. I had a bunch of titles that would sound cool but she liked that one the best because of the irony, and after I thought about it for a while, I liked it the best too.

I know, I know, I inked up Kirihara. The funny thing is, I have a bat tattoo, and after I got it, I wanted to have Kirihara with the same one. Instead of in the same spot that I have it in, I put it on the back of his neck (which is where I have my other tattoo's). And yes, if you don't eat really well before and probably after, you will most likely pass out. Learnt from experience. I couldn't eat before I got my newest tattoo so half way through I had to take a break, stood up, and fell back down. So I'm not just making shit up for that.

I apologize, I know this Chapter sucks, introduction chapters always do cause there's so much you need to say, and just not enough to do. Once Kirihara gets back into the grove of things my writing will get more interesting, I just have to get this irritating plot out of the way.

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CHAPTER 1

An uneventful and cold winter passed slowly to a busy and scorching summer and Kirihara Akaya found himself in the back room of a building he never thought he’d be in.

The room was brightly lit and smelled like someone tried to OD on cleaning solution. Half naked women and flaming skulls stared down at him from the walls as he tried to concentrate on something, anything. Woman on the back of motorcycles, women straddling dice, seriously?

His tee-shirt clung to his back from the sweat trailing down his spine, and it was only half from the heat.

It was one of his rare nights off, compliments of stand-in-Captain Oishi Syuichirou. Oishi took over Tezuka Kunimitsu’s position while he was away negotiating with the Vampire Council. It had taken a lot of begging and bribing on Atobe Keigo and Sanada Genichirou’s part to even get him in front of the Council. Even though the Masters agreed to help him and to get him into the Underworld, even they had a higher power they had to go through first.

With the Big Boys out of town, there were certain Vampires that really didn’t have enough to do.

Niou Masaharu grinned and drummed his fingers on the back of the beat up computer chair he was leaning against. Kirihara’s teeth chattered as his spine was jarred. He really couldn’t figure out HOW he let the Vampire talk him into this. His attempt to glare was ruined when he scrunched his face up in pain.

Marui Bunta snickered, but the soft noise ended in a deep cough he attempted to muffle behind a fist. The human, as most humans will, had caught a nasty flu bug …twice …but the second time around it was less vomiting and more attempting to hack up a lung. After several weeks the symptoms had dwindled down to a racking cough and a runny nose, even Marui’s colour and energy levels had come back.

Kirihara may have cursed his Vampire blood, but after listening to Marui throw up every 20 minutes for 12 hours straight he was actually reconsidering. In all his 24 years he couldn't remember ever being sick. Never had a cough, never a runny nose, as beneficial as it was, it somehow made him feel less than human. He couldn’t do something as simple as catch a cold.

The needle suddenly screeched against his spine and a small squeak of pain escaped his mouth before he could catch it.

The big man behind him chuckled at his pained noise.

Kirihara grit his teeth and resisted the urge to tell the guy where to go. He was getting mellow in his old age.

“Did that hurt?”

Kirihara winced and growled back, “well, it didn’t tickle!”

The big man, Dave, was a good six feet and change and turned furry once a month. He opened his parlor that night as a special request from Niou.

“I thought you said he was tough,” Dave nodded to the back of Kirihara’s head.

Niou’s grin grew wider, “he’s a virgin Dave, you’re supposed to be gentle.”

The Werewolf snorted and rested his hand back on Kirihara’s shoulder, needle finding where it left off. He dipped the needle and after letting it squeal he pressed it back against Kirihara's skin.

How he ever let Niou talk him into getting a tattoo, he’d never know. Vampire wiles …or something.

“I seem to remember you saying you wanted one …” Niou teased, leaning further over the back of the chair to put his face level with Kirihara’s.

“I seem to remember hearing the same thing,” Marui helped, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“No, I said a tattoo would be INTERESTING, and maybe I’d think about it!” Kirihara explained through gritted teeth.

“Same thing,” Niou shrugged.

The tattoo itself took roughly twenty minutes, but it was the longest twenty minutes of his life. A little bat at the base of his neck had no right to hurt that damn much.

Kirihara picked at the bandage covering his new ink while Niou paid. That was the deal, if Kirihara actually got one, he would pay. Fair enough, for that amount of pain Kirihara was intending to make him pay in more than dollars.

Dave shook his head while he explained the maintenance, what to expect, and what not to do. “I’ve had girls that made less noise than you.”

Niou grabbed Kirihara’s shoulder before he could retort and shoved him out of the shop. With a wave over his shoulder he let the door close behind him.

Gun shots, knife wounds, broken bones, anything but a little buzzing needle. Niou failed to warn him about the noise. The pain he was some-what prepared for, the noise was a completely different matter.

“You’ll need to eat or else you’ll pass out, you’re looking a little pale,” Niou ruffled his hair affectionately.

He had finally gotten that hair-cut but apparently old habits die hard.

“I’ve got to meet my classmates now,” Marui stepped in front of the pair to get their attention, walking backwards, “their taking me out since I feel better, so I have to go.”

“Oh shit, yeah, you were supposed to meet them an hour ago!” Kirihara scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “sorry.”

Marui shrugged, “I told them I’d be late. My best friend is getting his first tattoo, there’s no way in hell I’m missing that.” He headed off to the nearest bus stop while Niou herded Kirihara towards the nearest 24-hour noodle shop.

Since they wiped out Akutsu’s team, everything had stopped. Yohei and Akutsu had all but fallen off the face of the earth. No one anywhere had found a trace of them, much like Dan predicted.

Shiraishi and his team kept an eye out for Kite but even he disappeared.

The city was quiet again, back to normal. No excessive amounts of re-animated, no murders, just regular small clean-ups and the odd strange occurrence. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long, because the Hunters had been seen with both Sanada and Atobe, different organizations and individuals started coming out of the woodwork looking for help.

Rogues considered returning to their old ways but there had been too many deaths, and too many serious injuries that Tezuka needed the man-power; especially with the extra jobs being thrown their way. Tezuka still searched for hints or whispers of Kite and Akutsu, but every lead came up empty.

Even with the Rogues hanging around, it looked less like the Organization and more like a grave-yard shift.

Empty halls, empty desks, closed rooms. The remaining Hunters all fit into the large board room comfortably. If they weren’t on a job they were attending a funeral or visiting a hospital room. Too many people in too short of a time. Tezuka turned a wall in the offices into a memorial, plaques with names and dates filled the wall, starting with the elites and scaling down to the regular Hunters. Even the families sacrificed with the Hunters were mentioned, so no one forgot the other people that were hurt. No life was valued above another; no one not important enough to be remembered.

A short time later new faces had started to show up. Shinji spent more time working for Tezuka than he did for his own Coven. Even Dan was given a job; on one condition, that he have a guard to make sure he wasn’t in contact with any Vampires. With the growing amount of clientele coming in, to keep their image up, they hired Dan to escort people to Tezuka’s office. It kept people from wandering too far into the building, limited the questions. Probable Deniability. Even Tezuka’s office was moved so no one had to go too far into the building. He was in a room on the second floor, a large friendly room with expensive looking paintings and a comfortable couch and matching arm chair. His real office remained upstairs, filled with important files and books.

Dan had found a new apartment, and worked another job throughout the week. On his days off, another pretty and feminine boy took his place. Kato Kachiro was no taller than Dan and the same age. His soft voice and polite demeanor drew the clients to him, made them drop their guard. His suit and polished shoes gave him an air of importance, of professionalism. It was all part of the front.

Niou pushed Kirihara into the small dimly lit restaurant and to a two-seater table in a far corner. Kirihara scanned over the menu while Niou’s toes slid up and down his leg.

Niou and Yagyuu had become close friends with Marui, and therefore, permanent fixtures around his house, even though Sanada had removed his guard. Yagyuu was often found sitting shoulder to shoulder with Marui over his homework. Kirihara’s video game collection had doubled thanks to their midnight shopping sprees.

Even though the two Vampires were always around, Kirihara was usually too occupied by work to ever find a moment alone with Niou. They had never taken it further than their tryst in the kitchen, and in a way Kirihara was glad for that. At the same time, the sexual tension between the two was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Kirihara hunched low over his bowl, eyes peeking through his bangs at the Vampire. Niou’s foot had come to rest against the inside of his knee.

Niou had ordered as well, but spent most of the time chasing his noodles around the bowl.

“I’ve often wondered if you guys can eat actual food,” Kirihara paused to sip his tea.

“We can,” Niou shrugged, dropping an onion into Kirihara’s bowl, “but it’s got no where to go so we just get really sick. And our taste buds are kind of messed up so food actually tastes kind of gross. Yagyuu made the mistake of eating after he was turned and he said it tasted like ash.” He stuck out his tongue for emphasis.

Kirihara wrinkled his nose; that sounded disgusting. His phone vibrated in his pocket, ending any conversation. He flipped it out and noted the caller ID.

“Ah shit, it’s Oishi.” It was just a text message, but it was another job. Flipping the phone open he quickly scanned the message. Renegades seen terrorizing a night club, owner wants them silenced without the mess of getting the police involved. Whatever.

“Gotta go now?” Niou leaned over the table, sliding his foot up the inside of Kirihara’s thigh.

The Hunter’s voice caught in his throat when Niou’s toes pushed very gently between his legs. Oh shit. “Y-yeah, Jackal-san’s s-supposed to work this with me so he should be calling me soon.” Niou’s toes flexed and Kirihara bit back a moan. Fuck.

“Looks like you’re done your food so we should pay and wait for his call outside, don’t want to disturb the patrons,” Niou dropped his voice.

Kirihara was trying to think past the pressure against his crotch but for some reason it wasn’t working. He knew Niou said something logical so he only nodded, hoping that was the right response.

The Vampire chuckled and dropped his foot, sliding it back into his shoe. Time to stop teasing the human.

They paid quickly and went outside to await Jackal’s phone call. Kirihara pulled his jacket closer around himself, even though it was turning into summer, there was still a chill at night. The small parking lot was empty and the one street light did very little to illuminate the small space. Before Kirihara had a chance to say anything Niou slammed him against a wall, hands seeking the warmth under his shirt.

“Whoa, holy shi-“ Kirihara gasped when Niou’s mouth covered his. This seemed awfully familiar.

Niou kissed him deep and rough, not giving him a chance to pull away. He forced his mouth open, tongue pushing at his clenched teeth. Kirihara gave in with a growl, letting the Vampire, once again, dominate him. His hands were trapped in his pocket, but Niou didn’t seem to notice. His hands slid under his tee-shirt, running up his stomach and back.

His phone vibrated in his hand.

Cursing mentally Kirihara pushed Niou back, but the Vampire only relocated to his neck. Swallowing every noise the Vampire was determined to draw from him he flipped open his phone. “Kirihara here.”

“Yo, Akaya, you get Oishi’s text?”

Niou slid from his neck down his chest and continued until his knees hit the concrete.

Oh you have got to be shitting me! Kirihara’s yes widened in shock when Niou started to unbuckle his belt. “Uhh, yeah …” Niou’s mouth closed around him and he threw his head back, coming just shy of whacking himself on the brick. “Ooooh my god.”

“What was that?” Jackal frowned into his phone.

Fuck! Fuck! “Shit, sorry, nothing. Yeah …I got the t-text.” Niou swallowed him completely, chuckling at his failed attempt to sound normal. “Son-of-a- fuck, sorry, where are you?”

Jackal chuckled, “what’s going on Akaya?”

“Nothing! Nothing!” He clenched his jaw and pressed the mouth piece of his phone to his chest as he let out a drawn out moan. This was NOT happening. “I’m further downtown …oooh shit …our job is uptown right?”

Jackal’s chuckling turned into a full blown laugh, “really sounds like nothing. Yeah it’s uptown. I’m in the east end, I can probably get there faster than you, want me to come pick you up? Or do you have a ride?”

Son of a fuck! His hand clenched in Niou’s white hair, hips rocking. “Uhh …yeah, I …” he was getting close, he needed to get Jackal off the phone, but he needed details. Fuck it! “I’ll meet you at the theatre! BYE!” He closed the phone with a loud snap and stuffed it into his pocket. “You’re a fucking asshole!” He threaded both hands into the Vampire’s hair as Niou chuckled around him again. With a hard suck Kirihara came with a sharp cry, arching over Niou’s back. The Vampire pulled away immediately and spat onto the concrete.

“Sorry, I don‘t swallow, doesn’t agree with me,” Niou wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Kirihara sagged against the brick wall, “you have to be fucking kidding me.” He ran both hands through his own hair, which was now damp and tangled. Niou stood and pressed himself against Kirihara, mouths locking as he readjusted the Hunter’s pants for him.

“I have to go meet Jackal,” Kirihara straightened his clothes, trying to appear as decent as possible, even though his knees quivered.

“You might want to text him to re-clarify where you’re meeting him,” Niou teased, “meetyouatthetheatreBYE, even to my ears, sounds like gibberish.”

The Vampire had a point.

On the way to his car he sent the other Hunter a text and an apology. He didn't give details about why he sounded spazzier than usual on the phone, which was probably better for Jackals mental health.

There was a large theatre in the Up Town area that was really popular with the night crowds. It was the most central and a common meeting place for groups. No one would think twice to two guys meeting there and then wandering off.

Nudging a giggling Niou with his shoulder he finished the text and slid into his car. Time to get to work!
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