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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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Ugh, plot developing chapters. Believe me, they're as boring to me to write as they are for you to read. But this chapter is kind of important and I couldn't work anything else interesting in. I'm sorry, Please just deal with me, I promise it will get more interesting soon!

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Chapter 11

Kirihara sat bolt upright when he realized he heard the crash of waves. Panic settled like a rock in his stomach as he found himself in a familiar white canopy bed. He checked himself over quickly; he was on top of the blankets and in a pair of white silk pajama bottoms.

Well, it was an improvement from last time.

“Relax, I did not bring you here to seduce you, as delicious as you are in those pants …” Atobe leaned against the foot of the bed, a matching white robe drawn across his chest.

“Atobe!” A deep voice growled from behind the two, making them both jump.

“Oh, it worked! Fabulous!” Atobe clapped in excitement.

Sanada huffed in exasperation and crossed his arms over his bare chest, “what is the meaning of this Atobe?”

“Well,” Atobe began, waving a hand, “I wasn’t sure this would work, I was hoping you two had shared more than the …obvious,“ his eyes ran down Sanada’s chest to rest at his crotch for emphasis, “bodily fluids, or else I couldn’t have drawn you into my dreams.”

Kirihara frowned, he understood Atobe’s insinuations, but not the ‘other’ fluids part. Then it dawned on him. His memory was a little fuzzy but he did recall, somewhat distantly, a sharp metallic taste when Sanada kissed him. It wasn’t until now that he realized that sharp taste was blood; Sanada pricked his tongue.

So, sharing blood gave Atobe a free ride into Sanada’s brain. That was a frightening thought.

“If this was all for some experiment, I’m going to be very pissed off Atobe …” Sanada began, voice dropping to a growl.

“Oh no, I had reason to bring you here. It is a little past dawn so I figured you would be asleep and I need to speak to you, preferably where no one else can hear.”

“This better be pretty damn important then.”

“Would the new ruler of the Werewolf clan waltzing into the club and not immediately being escorted out qualify as important?” Atobe’s tone was smug and superior, as per usual, but there was an edge of urgency.

Sanada frowned, “explain.”

“Apparently one of the dear up-and-comings finally killed the old leader and was parading himself around. All of himself,” Atobe chuckled nervously at his own joke, “big boy, very big boy. The other Masters weren’t impressed with him being there. Sora-darling must have said something because no one touched him. He greeted her and continued on to another table. Shortly after that Kite showed up and sat at his table with him.”

Kirihara looked between the two Masters; he was missing something really important for Atobe to be that unsettled. “I don’t understand the big deal …”

Atobe sighed in exasperation, “honestly, do I have to explain everything?”

“Would be nice, your subtitle function’s a little on the fritz.”

“You little-“

“Atobe, just explain it.” Sanada snapped, not in the mood for either of them.

“Fine. Hollywood likes to make it seem like there’s some big clan war between Werewolves and Vampires. There isn’t. We just don’t like each other on the ground they turn into dogs and we’re-“

“Supernatural prats?”

Atobe’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “more refined …”

“If you say so …” Kirihara chuckled, feeling bold, “but you two will work together?”

“If we HAVE to; which is rare. So, when a werewolf enters a Vampire function without his handler, he is immediately escorted out …sometimes even still on his feet.”

“So for a Werewolf to walk in and NOT be escorted out is …”

“Very, very bad news.”

“What do you think is means?”

“If we go under the assumption that Kite has something to do with all the attacks, we can only assume now that this one is leader of the wolf pack, they’re going to be starting something. The full moon is a few days away.” Atobe paused, rubbing his jaw, ”he looked familiar as well, but I can’t seem to place it.”

“You don’t work with Were’s, so why the secrecy?” Sanada asked, gesturing to the room.

“I don’t, but I know some of the Shape-shifters I house are close to a few of the Werewolves and my little Shifters are known to hear things they aren’t supposed to.”

“Fair enough, what are we going to do?”

“They tried the Werewolf attack on me already- that’s where!” Atobe suddenly jumped, eyes showing too much white.

“What?” Sanada and Kirihara asked together.

“That’s where I remembered him from! He was there the night they attacked me, lord, it seems to long ago now!”

“And HE’S the new leader!?” Kirihara lurched off the bed, coming to stand before Atobe. “You’re thinking he’ll try again?

“I’m not sure; it didn’t work the first time?” Atobe shook his head.

“But now he has the entire pack under his command, not just the few he could wrangle together to disobey the original Leader!” Sanada pointed out.

“How many are we talking?” Kirihara asked, wary. They had estimations of how many Werewolves were in the city, but not even Kawamura knew exactly.

“We’re talking hundreds,” Sanada cursed and shook his head.

“How many Vampires are there?”

“Not nearly enough,” Atobe hissed.

“You guys want me to tell Tezuka?” Kirihara asked, not sure what else he could do. He was between a rock and a hard place, and they were both spitting mad.

“You better, we don’t know if and what they’re planning, but at this point it could damn well be anything!” Atobe threw his arms up in frustration and turned a sharp look to Kirihara, “when you wake up, little one, make sure to run along to Tezuka, and don’t forget anything we have told you!”

Kirihara groaned as he woke up, sprawled on his couch. He didn’t even remember coming home, let alone falling asleep. Rubbing his face he staggered up off the couch. The clock in the kitchen read 5:34am and he groaned as he set up his coffee pot. It was entirely too early; god damn Atobe.

He needed to tell Tezuka what Atobe had told them. But it was too fucking early for his brain to be working.

He slumped down on the counter and waited for his coffee. Werewolves, pissed of Vampires, Vampires teaming up with Werewolves. Screw Tezuka, Kirihara's head shot up as he had an idea, there was someone else he could talk to first!

Ryoma bustled around the kitchen with his mother, lost in his own thoughts. Tezuka was going to let him finally do something to help. The only problem was he didn’t have the slightest idea what to do! He was the best bet for infiltrating the dark coven because he had never truly practiced magic. After being a user for a while one’s aura reflected what they practiced. His was still pure, leaning to neither end of the spectrum. His mother and Shinji had the aura of a white witch, for lack of a better term, and could never pass for anything but. On the other hand, Rin had a dark aura and could be felt a mile away.

“Ryoma?”

His head finally snapped up, “yeah?”

“I’ve been calling your name for the past few minutes, are you alright?” Rinko tilted her head, eyes narrowed with worry.

“Yeah mom, I’m fine.” It was impossible to lie to his mother, but he was going to try anyway. He didn’t want to tell her what his next job was, she was pissed off enough that he had followed in his fathers footsteps.

“What is Tezuka letting you do?”

Balls. “I’m just trying to help my friends, everyone’s in trouble and I finally have a way to help them!” Ryoma’s words were clipped; he’d had this argument every day for the past six months.

“Ryoma …”

“Let the boy be Rinko,” Nanjiroh wandered into the kitchen, newspaper under his arm. “You would do the same if you were in his shoes.”

“But-“ she tried to argue but the words died when Nanjiroh lifted an eyebrow.

“I have a meeting with Tezuka, bye-bye!” He grabbed his shoulder-bag and darted out the door, he could feel a shit-storm coming and would rather be out of the way. Rinko had a tendency to throw things.

When he reached the end of the drive-way he found a boy about his age standing in front of the name plaque.

“Ko …shi …mae …” the red-head turned to look at him when Ryoma approached and smiled brightly, “Koshimae!”

“Hanh!?” Ryoma blinked in confusion.

“I’m on my way to see Tezuka-san but I don’t remember the way. Shiraishi said you lived around here so I’m just going to tag along with you!” The boy smiled even wider and stuck out his hand, “Tooyama Kintarou!”

Ryoma shook his hand, blinking slowly; praying the kid wasn’t as dumb as he sounded, “uh, my name’s actually-“

“We’re gonna miss the bus!” He grabbed Ryoma by the wrist and dragged him up to the bus stop.

Tooyama chattered animatedly the entire ride; once in a while Ryoma would get lost in his accent. The boy was from Shiraishi’s team, which explained the thick accent, and he was their healer.

His eyes glittered as he fawned over Ryoma “they actually let you out in the field!? Uwaah, Shiraishi usually makes me stay back; he says I’m more valuable after the fight! But lately he’s been letting me get into the middle of things,“ he clapped his hands happily with a wicked glint in his eye, “I really think he’ll let me do more now, now that he sees how strong I am!” Tooyama flexed his arm to show Ryoma the curve of muscle.

The kid was deceptively thin, with tight corded muscle. But muscle like that was never to be underestimated. Ryoma could tell his muscle was dense, like a fighter. His own muscle had a bit more bulk, but he was still tiny by most standards. Listening to Tooyama, he realized they were very similar, and he felt for the other little Healer. Someone else was held back simply on principle.

They finally made it to the Organization and Tooyama chattered happily as he was led to the boardroom to meet Tezuka.

“Kin-chan! I was wondering where you wandered off to! I see you found Ryoma-kun.” Shiraishi stood from the table, shaking his head.

“Take a seat,” Tezuka gestured in the general direction of the table, “we need to go over this.” The bags under his eyes had darkened and his normally tanned skin was pale.

Shinji shuffled his chair so he could look directly at Ryoma, “so you’re the one that met the witch. I know your mother, I bet she’s not too happy with you doing this …if she even knows, something tells me you haven’t told her-“

“Sorry to interrupt you while you’re talking to yourself but could we got on with this?” Ryoma grinned, hiding his irritation. He had enough brain-numbing babble already that morning to last him a life time.

Shinji closed his mouth and glared, “Dark witches are nothing like you’ve ever come across. You’re used to your mother, but the other half don’t have the same values she does. Animals, blood, skin, all these and more are typically used. Be prepared for the worst. Take the most horrifying thing you can come up with, and that won’t even be the tip of the iceberg to what you’re walking in to.”

Ryoma swallowed, face pale.

“Ibu-kun, you’re exaggerating.” Shiraishi sighed, “dark witches aren’t THAT bad …”

Shinji turned his dark glare to the other Leader, “how would you know what they do? You’re just a-“

“You’re also biased, all Wiccans are.”

“Don’t label me.”

“They are dangerous, I will give you that, but you make it sound like we’re sending the kid into the depths of hell!”

“He needs to know what he’s getting into!”

“He does, but what he needs to know more is how to get OUT.” Shiraishi turned to face Ryoma, “you’re going to be in this on your own kiddo, we won’t be able to bail you out.”

Ryoma nodded, trying to keep his resolve strong. Not only did he volunteer for this, he wanted it. At least, that's what he had to keep telling himself.

“Keep your head down and just do what they tell you. They won’t make you do anything TOO bad until you’re in their inner circle, we don’t want you getting in that far. We just need whatever information you can get on this Rin guy and what they’re planning.” Shiraishi dipped his head, looking Ryoma in the eye to show he was serious without being threatening, “okay?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“For now, stay away from this building. We don’t know if they’ll try to follow you to check up on you, so just incase you need to cut ties. Just until this is over,” Tezuka added quickly, noticing Ryoma’s panicked look. “You’re on your own; no one can follow you there.”

Ryoma nodded again, suddenly thinking that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

Tezuka look at his watch, cursing mentally. “Shinji, Shiraishi, can you two just run Ryoma through everything you know, I have a meeting I’m about to be late for.” Tezuka grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and walked quickly out of the office.

He pulled into the small café at roughly quarter after nine. The place he chose just had to be at the opposite end of town and he WOULD want to meet during rush hour!

Kajimoto looked up from his cup of coffee and chuckled, “you’re late Tezuka.”

“Traffic,” he tossed his coat over the back of the chair and looked down at the cup waiting for him. “Black?”

“Of course,” Kajimoto sipped his nearly white coffee.

“Sorry it took me a while to get back to you, it’s been …a little hectic.” Tezuka let the heat from his coffee warm his hands before he took a sip.

“So I hear. But I have some news you may need to know. I held off on telling you just so I could be sure, and because these are MY officers so I should be the one to deal with them but …Arai went missing.”

“Arai?” The one who interrogated Kirihara when he was ‘brought in for questioning’; who took a little bit too much interest in his file.

“He had been looking through the files, but I just assumed he was curious after Akaya’s interrogation. But then he started acting different, secretive. He became more withdrawn and when I went to question him about it the other day he didn’t show up for work. No one could get a hold of him on his cell phone or home phone.” Kajimoto’s brows pinched. “I’m at a loss, we’ve exhausted our methods so I figured it has to be some place we can’t go …”

Tezuka nodded, “you were right to come to me. You’re bound by the law,” Tezuka’s lips twitched in a quick smirk, “myself …not so much.”
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