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Colour Me Blood Red	By : DragonBlade Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2324 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shortest. Chapter. Ever.

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CHAPTER 10

Shinji was put to work immediately; his first order was to send everyone out of his way. Kirihara and Yuuta were kept at his side to help, as they had been cursed before and had some experience.

“Just because we’ve been cursed doesn’t mean we’re really helpful!” Kirihara argued.

“You both have very strong spiritual power, and that will help me.”

Kirihara frowned, “I don’t have anything like that?”

Shinji turned to face him, eyes dark, “you’re arguing with me?”

Kirihara tensed, hairs rising on the back of his neck as he felt Shinji’s power flare, “no!”

The beds were angled around a rolling cart covered with candles and incense. A book lay open between them all, Kirihara leaned forward to get a better look at the book, but was blocked by the Oji. The old man stoked his long curling beard as he wiggled his finger at him. Yuuta walked softly between the beds as Shinji prepared the counter. Kirihara stood awkwardly at the foot of Yagyuu’s bed. The Vampire looked vulnerable and almost innocent with his glasses off and the white sheets of the hospital bed bundled around him. He shifted in his sleep, eyes tensing. What does a Vampire dream about when he’s in the heated clutches of a curse?

“I need you two now,” Shinji stood near his altar, candles lit, “I’d like to save their lives if you don’t mind.”

After several hours in the clinic everyone that was brought in was no longer in critical condition. The Oji started work on creating charms, much like the ones Shinji had given to Yuuta and Kirihara.

“The magic is dark, probably roots in Voodoo. That kind of magic is stronger in the southern islands; we’re mostly ‘white magic’ up here in the main cities. I’ve talked to other witches I know, and no one really knows anything more than I do. I’m going to have to go into the underground sections to find anything on this black magic …” Shinji trailed off to mumbling to himself.

Tezuka nodded, leaving the witches to their duties. He found Oishi out in the hallway, arm around a very pale Kikumaru.

“Oishi, I hate to do this to you, but I need you. Sanada and Atobe are waiting in my office. The sun rises soon so they wish to deal with this now.”

Oishi nodded, whispering softly to Kikumaru. The shifter grabbed his arm, a keening whimper trickling from his throat. Oishi pressed their foreheads together, still whispering. Kikumaru whimpered but nodded. He stood up from the bench, movements jerky and sluggish – human. He slipped into the next room, closing the door behind him.

Oishi sighed, shoulders slumping, “let’s go Tezuka.”

All the Hunters that could get out of the clinic clustered in the hallway outside of Tezuka’s office. At first it was quiet, but then Sanada’s booming voice blasted through it. All the Hunters ducked out of reflex, as if expecting the noise to carry weight. Tezuka’s calm, but equally loud voice overlapped the Vampire’s. Atobe’s deep baritone flitted under the other two, neither shouting nor angry. The other two went quiet, only soft murmurs coming from behind the door.

It suddenly swung open and Tezuka walked out. The Hunters bolted as if a bomb had been dropped amongst them. Atobe stepped around him, clothes still tattered, but his visible injuries were healed.

“Thank you Tezuka,” his voice was haughty, clearly not happy to have to thank a human.

Sanada brushed past them both, leaving without a word. Hunters near him scrambled to get out of his way. The air around him prickled with his anger. Atobe followed closely, his own power leaving a cool chill in the air.

Oishi laid his hand on Tezuka’s shoulder, “we’re doing the right thing.”

Tezuka rubbed his eyes with a forefinger and thumb, pushing his glasses askew, “I hope so.”

Kirihara hid behind Momoshiro, and Ryoma ducked behind him.

“What the hell is going on?” Kiriahra hissed.

“I think this is where you can say the shit just hit the fan,” Momoshiro glanced behind him. “Hate to tell you guys, but I’m not big enough to hide you …”

“I think I’m good,” Ryoma snuggled against Kirihara’s back, completely hidden from view.

Momoshiro and Kirihara glared at him.

Tezuka pulled his glasses off, running his fingers through his hair, “everyone …just go home for now. Everyone has done well above and beyond the call of duty, go home and rest. The people in the clinic will be fine now.”

No one moved, everyone holding their ground. Other Hunters that had been hiding from Sanada’s burning energy stepped forward, shoulders straight.

“Did no one hear me?”

“No, we heard you,” Momoshiro stepped forward, “there’s work to be done right? If you’re going to continue working, then I think everyone here would agree to stay.”

Shouts and murmurs of agreement rose from the crowd.

Tezuka sighed, a small smile on his face, “how did I get stuck with so many stubborn Hunters? Well, fine, call every Hunter; if they’re in the building tell them to go to the main board room. Anyone not here, tell them to get here!”

A loud chorus of ‘Yes Sir!' echoed through the halls, followed by dozens of running footsteps.

Oishi grinned and shrugged, “time to get to work I guess?”

The windows in the board room were thrown wide open, morning light spilling into the large room. It had taken several hours to get every member there, but when Tezuka called, everyone answered. The room was packed shoulder to shoulder, not even standing room available. The Hunters had spilled out into the hall, leaning heavily on the people in front of them to get a better view. The people from the clinic had been brought down after they threatened to walk down themselves, they had taken the chairs around the table. They were all pale, some carrying heavy blankets, but their eyes were alert. People perched on windowsills, chair arms, even the table itself, just to be able to get into the room. Even retired Hunters had been called, Yamato – Ryuzaki’s Vice when she ran the Organization, perched on the corner of the table closest to Tezuka. Kawamura waved to Momoshiro and Kirihara from across the room.

Jackal slipped in behind Kirihara, wrapping his arm around his shoulders in a quick hug, “glad to see you’re okay.”

Kirihara smiled, “yeah, you too.”

Tezuka held up a hand for attention, “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t have a choice,” the crowd fell silent under his voice, “but last night there were too many casualties.” His face flicked through emotions too quick to catch, “Atobe Keigo and his clan were attacked last night, many of them were killed. I know no one in this crowd is fond of Vampires; I don’t expect you to be, but know, our Hunters also died. Atobe and the rest of the surviving Vampires will be taking shelter here and with Sanada. Many of you may not know, but our basement has been a refuge for Vampires and supernatural alike for many years. I need everyone to put their prejudices aside, this may be a territory battle, but there are too many humans getting caught in the middle. We need to find out who has been attacking our family, because that may lead us to who has been attacking the Vampires. I will not tolerate this in my city! We work together until the enemies head is on my desk!”

The entire room erupted, every Hunter screaming in agreement. Too many had been hurt, too many had died. It didn’t matter the reason anymore, it just mattered that they were found. Tezuka was out for blood.

When everyone had calmed down Tezuka continued, “I need everyone for this. Sanada has requested some of you help guard his lair. Their enemy is using humans to attack the lairs through the day, so without us they are defenseless. I need more to stay here incase we are hit, I have sick and injured here, I’m not taking chances. I want others to get to the bottom of this fledgling problem. From here on there will be no resting.”

The atmosphere in the room was grim but buzzing with excitement. This was what every Hunter lived for. Lack of sleep, worked to the bone, running on adrenaline alone – it the rush they all craved.

“I will be sending out assignments. Sanada has made some requests as to who he would like on his assignment, but if you would like to request a certain job, feel free. Don’t let your guard down!”
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