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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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Holy crap my account works! I was fighting with my account for MONTHS, thinking it was just my crappy internet connection. Then I went to a friends place, who lives in a big city, and found out, no it wasn't my internet, it was my account. Got in contact with some mod's, they said the account should be fine, it was updated to the new system and everything, yet it STILL DID NOT WORK. I gave up, I was going to just set up a whole new account to keep uploading, but something today told me to check it and HOLY FLIPPING SHIT IT'S BACK!!

Now with the stupid holidays over (retail over christmas, guhh) I can get back to writing!!

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CHAPTER 13

Damaged hallway lights flashed at odd intervals, making the ghastly scene seem worse. Blood splattered up the torn walls, soaked into the carpeting of the floors. Chunks of plaster and dust floated in the pools of blood, turning into a pink paste that stuck to shoes and pants. The people running paid it no mind though, clothes washed, the injured and dying couldn’t wait.
Inui yelled at his nurses and the other Hunters, if you weren’t dead or dying, you were helping those who were. Sakurai wiped furiously at the tears on his cheeks as he helped load Ishida onto a stretcher, nurses attached bags of fluid to his arms and loaded him into the elevator. Kamio and Ann helped with Kirihara, the little Hunter’s arm bent at a weird angle, his shoulder bones almost turned to powder from the impact. They were just lucky most of the Hunters had been on other sites, or else the list would have bee much larger.
Tezuka screamed into his phone, the noise being drowned out by the rest of the shouting in the hallway. Atobe and Sanada were the first to know of the attack, he wanted his Hunters home NOW. There were Werewolves loose on the street and come hell or high water he wanted their heads mounted on his fucking wall.

Sanada hung up the phone and wasted no time rounding up his Vampires. Yagyuu, Niou, Yukimura, and Yanagi nodded at his curt instructions and in a blur were out into the night. The Hunters took a little more time; car lights flooded the parking lot and squealing tires filling the quiet night as they burned out of the lot after the Vampires.
Large Wolves barreled down the streets, scattering terrified pedestrians. The largest leading the pack led them through alleyways and over buildings, laughing. He leapt from a rooftop and was aiming for a sky-light when he was hit from the side. He plunged towards another roof, rolling mid-air to land on his feet instead of his shoulders. Black lips pulled back from long canines as he growled. Yukimura landed lightly on the edge of the roof, hands in his pockets.
“Personally, I don’t really care what you’ve done to the humans, but my Master does. So, what he tells me to do, I have to do.” He shrugged elegant shoulders, stepping from the ledge onto the gravel rooftop. Exhaust pipes stuck up from the rooftop and he sidestepped them as he made his way casually towards the snarling Werewolf.
The Wolf snorted and laughed, a deep huffing noise. He glanced around for his pack and found them no where.
“Oh, I’m not alone by the way. Your pack has most likely noticed that by now.”
The Wolf turned his head back towards the Vampire, haunches up. The fur on the back of his neck bristled as he prepared to launch himself. Large claws scratched the gravel as his toes flexed, muscles bunched tight.
“Tanishi Kei, correct?”
He lunged and Yukimura let them collide, a wicked smile on his face. The momentum took them both off the rooftop, gravity pulling them into the alley below. Teeth clamped onto Yukimura’s shoulder as paws held him as close as possible. Yukimura sighed dramatically and drew his hand back to plunge it into the Wolf’s stomach. The ground came up immediately, pavement cracking with their impact. Dust exploded into the air as boxes and garbage were blown out of the way. The Wolf screamed in pain and pulled himself from the hole, limping and snarling. Yukimura moaned as his bones mended, pulling himself slowly to his feet as each bone healed enough for him to move. The hole in the Werewolf’s side from where his hand had gone through was slowly healing, the skin and muscle knitting itself back together.
Yukimura looked down at his bloodied hand, tufts of black fur under his nails, “damn, I missed.”
Tanishi lunged at him again but this time Yukimura moved out of the way. The Wolf spun to collide feet first on the wall and used it to propel himself back at him. The Vampire bared his fangs and ducked underneath the animal. When the soft belly of the wolf was close he thrust out his hand again, letting the Were’s own momentum gut him. He collided with the opposite wall with a grunt, sliding to the ground. Yukimura wasted no time pouncing on him and punching his open hand through the wolf’s rib cage. Realizing what the Vampire was going after Tanishi kicked and squirmed, not caring if he ended up tearing his stomach open; not with what he realized the Vampire was digging for. Cold fingers closed around the organ he was seeking and with a growl he pulled back, breaking veins and membrane to release the Werewolf’s heart. Dark eyes glazed over immediately and the large body he was crouched on slowly shifted back to human. The large male was slumped, nude, against the side of the building. Yukimura tossed his heart into the nearby dumpster and surveyed the mess. Someone should be drawn by the noise soon, and he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to clean this up?
The other Vampires were having similar problems. The other Werewolves were much smaller in size, but no less fierce. Bloody battles broke out, and as soon as the Hunters joined there was no where for the Werewolves to hide.
Yuuta and Niou had a Werewolf backed onto a service dock, the large room left empty for the night. The Were snarled and tried to climb the walls, only to find the ceiling securely intact. Yuuta fired twice into the creature’s hide and it screamed and snarled, dropping to the ground to tear at the silver bullets. It turned its attention back to the two, muzzle covered in blood where it was trying to tear out the bullets. like any cornered animal, its fight or flight response kicked in and with a ferocious growl it sprinted at the Human, intending to take him down as well. Yuuta spun on his heel and slid out of the way as Niou threw a heavy chain he had found, tangling the Werewolf’s feet. It crashed into a support column, cracking the concrete. Yuuta took the opportunity to fire point blank into its skull. Brain matter and skull fragments splattered the yellow support column as the werewolf slowly transformed back into its original human.
“We can’t just leave him here for someone to find!” Yuuta said as he inspected his jacket, his arm was shredded from a broken bottle he didn’t notice on the ground.
“What the hell would you like me to do?” Niou snarled.
Yuuta raised his eyebrow and shrugged. The Vampire sighed and threw his hands into the air, “I think I saw a tarp over here.”

A small white light suddenly lit up in a seemingly empty hallway. Drawn faces were lit briefly by the light, eyes eager. Akutsu thumbed through the text message, he had been waiting for this! He wasn't doing this because he agreed with her plans, the stakes for him were much higher. He looked around himself at the group of misfits and prayed they didn't mess it up.
The underground was dark, as it always was, the only sound was water dripping in the distance and the rumble of the far off subway. An old abandoned subway was turned into an elaborate courtyard the city was paid to forget about. Hallways branched out in all directions, breaking off into even more hallways, an elaborate network of underground hallways all linked to passageways to the surface. When the Vampires first realized humans were taking over, they needed a way to make it around, but to still remain anonymous and safe. It started as tunnels, dug from house to house, a place for them to run when the sun came up, or when the farmers came knocking with torches. As the cities grew more modern, they had to adapt. Their tunnels turned into beautiful brick walkways, and where they connected courtyards were built. When cities built underground and then abandoned them for greener methods, the Vampires took them over, branching out their underworld.
Now this underworld was being used against them.
Akutsu sent his teams off in all directions, maps memorized. Fledglings and Ancients alike ran through the tunnels with hungry expressions and torches in hand.
Sunrise, and not a moment before.

Very few Werewolves got away that night, and the clean-up crew filled the back of a cube-van with bodies. Atsushi, who had finally agreed to leave his brothers side, and Akazawa retraced the Werewolves path as Yanagisawa and Yuuta went to the hospital.
“You going to be okay to do this, da ne?”
Yuuta shook his head, “I don’t know, but I have to try.” They had quickly bandaged his arm and gave him a new jacket so he didn’t stand out, but the attack had left him light-headed.
“Alright da ne, but if you can’t no one’s going to blame you.”
“No, but I will.” Yuuta sat in the waiting room of Emergency, hands stuffed in his pocket. He closed his eyes and reached out with his mind, letting his natural shields drop. Images and feeling rushed over him in a nauseous wave. He swallowed thickly and pulled his mind back, giving himself a break. Yanagisawa rubbed his back when he noticed Yuuta’s colour change. Yuuta used his friend’s strength to ground himself, just like Shiraishi had taught him, and reached out again. Terror, panic, worry, fear, all the basic feelings of a hospital. He was looking for something specific, but he wasn’t sure exactly what. He touched minds that only gave off waves of confusions, and others only the red wall of pain. He touched one mind and something sparked in him; panic, worry, confusion, and teeth. Yuuta leaned forward to look past Yanagisawa. A young girl sat in the corner of Emerge, her bloody arm wrapped in a towel.
“Her,” Yuuta elbowed him and nodded to the girl.
“She was bit?”
“I’m pretty sure, yeah.”
“What do we do? Wait till they patch her up or take her to Inui now?”
“Inui-sensei has a lot on his hands right now, let the hospital patch her up and then we’ll take her.”
“Anyone else?”
“Not as far as I can tell.”

By the end of the night the Hunters had rounded up 4 people bit or scratched by Werewolves. They were just lucky the rain had chased most people inside, the numbers attacked were small and easy to find. The ones they collected were confused and scared, and not pleased with being escorted to a strange place. It was a dog bite, just let me go to the hospital? How does one explain to someone the things you hear in stories are all true, and you may become one?
One man yelled and threw and elbow into Akazawa’s gut. The Hunter doubled over, caught off guard. Atsushi tried to sooth the irate man, tried to get him to listen to reason.
“I was attacked by a bloody dog! A whole pack of them ran through the streets! I’ve always said these zoo’s are a bad idea! And look what happens! Fences broken or some idiot forgot to lock a door and we have packs of man-eating animals raging down our streets!” He raved, storming away from the Hunters.
Atsushi ran back to him and with a quick “I’m sorry” cracked the man in the back of the head to knock him out. With Akazawa’s help they managed to load him into the car where the other victims were waiting.
“Where are we going?” A woman asked, her pencil skirt torn where a Werewolf had knocked her down and taken a bite.
“Somewhere safe, don’t worry,” Atsushi smiled.
Eventually they managed to bring them back to Inui, into the chaos of the hospital wing. They were brought up the elevator and ushered into separate rooms at the back of the floor, away from the Hunters.
Sakurai’s screams could be heard through the entire wing when they pronounced his partners death. Gin stood by his brother’s bed when they drew the sheet up over his head, hand gripping Sakurai’s shoulder. The distraught Hunter screamed wordlessly, hands fisted into the blankets of the hospital bed. A nurse brought a tranquilizer but Tachibana waved her off, let him have his grief. The rest of his team stood outside the room, letting family be there first. Ann buried her face in her brother’s shoulder as she cried, sobs wracking her small frame. Tachibana wrapped his arms around her shoulders, shocked by how small she seemed. Everything they had been through and he almost forgot she was still a young woman; a young woman who would never have a normal life, who had to watch her friends die. Kamio screamed in rage and threw his fist into the wall, the crunch of his knuckle not registering through his anger.
Tooyama blinked wide scared eyes up at Inui, “I couldn’t save him, I-“
Inui placed his hand on his shoulder, “you tried, but there was too much damage already done.” He lead the small Healer away from the room, passing him to a nurse. Keep him moving, keep his mind off those who wouldn't make it.

Kirihara was strapped to every machine possible, his entire upper body hidden in wires and bandages. No one knew when he would wake from his coma. His normally pale skin was clammy from sickness, drawn and sunken. Fluids pumped into his system to keep him stable, to stop his body form deteriorating. Everyone prayed his body would heal, if the Vampire blood in his system didn’t start healing him then they knew there was no hope.

The front doors swung open, hitting the hinges hard enough to shatter the glass pane in one window. Sanada stormed through the building, heading straight for the elevator where he slammed his hand into the button, denting the metal with a knuckle.
“Sanada-san?” Oishi ran up the hallway towards him, “what are you doing here?”
“I heard about who was hurt and killed, I want to see-“
“Kirihara-kun is in a coma …there’s nothing they can do for him now.” Oishi said softly, trying to lighten the blow. He knew the stories about the two of them, had heard it all from Tezuka. He would be at the head of the line to throw Sanada out, but the expression on the Master’s face made him pause, this wasn’t mere ownership. Could the Master Vampire really care about the little Hunter?
Sanada spun on him, giving him a dark look that made Oishi shrink back, “was he bit?”
Oishi nodded, not trusting his words. The elevator opened and Sanada stepped in without a word to the stand-in Captain. When the doors opened again he stormed out into the Hospital wing, nurses and Hunters scattering from his stride. He didn’t need to ask where Kirihara was, he could feel his weak energy, hear the slow beat of his heart. Tezuka was standing next to Kirihara’s bed, his head snapped up when Sanada entered. His face was even more drawn, aging him a good ten years, and his eyes were rimmed in red. Either from exhaustion or from emotion, it was hard to tell with the stoic Hunter.
“Will he recover?” Sanada asked, voice tight.
“We hope so.”
“But you don’t know?”
“Sanada …” Tezuka sighed, “his upper body has been almost crushed, there’s internal bleeding, and to top it off he was bit by a Werewolf. I don’t know if surviving this is his best option.”
Sanada dragged up a plastic chair next to the bed and sat down heavily.
“Sanada, it will be day light soon …”
“You have empty coffins downstairs?”
“Yes …but –“
“I’ll stay there, Yukimura can run things for now.”
Tezuka sighed, what else could he say?
“This was a deliberate attack, I plan on finding out who did it.” Sanada’s back was still to Tezuka but the Vampire’s voice was a low growl.
“I have a feeling everything is related, find out who started this whole shit-storm, and we find out who caused this,” Tezuka paused with his hand on the doorframe, “and I plan on finding out.”
When Tezuka left Sanada slid his hand into Kirihara’s. The Hunter looked so small and fragile in the hospital bed, Sanada smiled despite the situation, small and fragile, huh? Make sure never to tell Kirihara that. He leaned forward on his knees and hung his head, he had felt Kirihara’s injuries the moment they happened, he had felt their connection waver. He felt a burning pain in his chest and had ripped his shirt off to make sure he wasn’t bleeding; his hands checked himself before he realized what he was feeling was from Kirihara. Panic flooded his system like nothing he’d ever felt before. Sanada Genichirou did not Panic. When the bandits tried to break into his fathers house he did not panic, when his wife to be tried to murder him he did not panic, when he woke from death in the arms of a small dark haired boy he did not panic, so why was he panicking now? He knew many of Kirihara’s traits were being passed to him through their link, emotions he normally did not feel, personality quirks he never had. Was this from Kirihara as well? Awakening emotions he never felt, especially towards another.
The small hand in his twitched and he almost toppled the chair.
“Akaya?” No response, he was in a coma idiot. Sanada chuckled nervously at himself and checked his watch, he would need to go below soon or end up passing out in the middle of the hallway.

Torches were lit in preparation. It was almost time.
Thumps and household noises seeped through the floors to their sensitive ears. Children getting ready for bed. Mouths stretched into wicked smiles as the sounds slowly died down.
Now.
Doors everywhere were busted open, startling those getting ready to slide into their coffins. The young ones were already out, the first rays of sun passing them back into death. The only ones to stop them were the matrons and a few older ones. The startled women screamed and attempted to fight back, but the mobs were too strong. The others tried to flee to get help but they were run down.
First the coffins were lit on fire, then they went around the houses lighting anything they could. Once they were satisfied they fled into the night as only Vampires can, blending into the shadows as horrified neighbors wandered out onto the streets.
Dozens of houses all over the city suddenly erupted in flames.

The phone on Kirihara’s bedside table buzzed frantically, vibrating itself across the surface. Sanada caught it before it fell and opened the messenger window.
“HELP ME! THEY’RE BURNING US!”
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