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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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CHAPTER 14

He was dreaming, he knew he was dreaming. He wasn’t good at lucid dreaming, but there was a part of his mind that registered he wasn’t awake. His neck prickled and a shiver ran up his spine. In that instant his mind knew something was wrong. You don’t get cold drafts in dreams, right?

Kirihara woke with a start, a cold breeze was drifting across his bare back, lifting the edges of the sheet around his waist. He made sure to close and lock the windows before he went to bed.

He slowed his breathing and opened his eyes enough to look at his clock. It showed 2:35am, he had only been asleep for half an hour.

The breeze started to whistle around his room, pulling he sheets further down the bed. With his right hand injured, his only option was to reach for his gun with his left; glad that Kuwahara-san had talked him into practicing left-handed. He thumbed off the safety and slowly eased it out from under the pillow. His neck prickled again and he heard a dull thump on the windowsill.

Vampire.

A mother fucking Vampire climbing through his bedroom window! He knew none of Sanada’s Vampires would be dumb enough to try and slip in a window - they’d knock on the door.

He rolled onto his back as he drew his left arm down across himself, firing in the general direction of the window. The Vampire jumped and hissed, giving him enough time to line up another shot. He sighted down his arm at the blue-haired twin fledgling.

Well, fuck.

He fired again but the Vampire had leapt at the bed. Planting his heels in the mattress and grabbing the edge with his good hand he managed to throw himself to the floor. The Vampire’s hands tore at the mattress, he hissed again when he realized he had missed. On the floor Kirihara caught movement in the living room. Slow staggering shadows ambled towards the bedroom.

Well, double fuck.

“Oh yeah! I brought company!” The fledgling laughed.

Throwing himself off the bed had been a good idea at the time, but now he was trapped in a tangle of blankets with three Vampires closing in on him.

Kirihara did the only thing he really could. He fired at the fledgling again, and as he had expected, the zombies broke out into a run. He kicked the blankets off his feet and pivoted on his tailbone. His hand reached under the mattress for the familiar weight of his back-up gun; thanking any gods that would listen for being paranoid.

He planted both feet firmly on the ground and fired double-handed between his knees. The re-animated ran and staggered, blood splattering the floors. The fledgling laughed and bounced on the bed.

His main clicked empty and the second last round in his back-up caught a lucky angle and took a zombie in the skull. It crumpled to the ground twitching, while the other crashed into Kirihara. Hands and teeth tore into his naked skin and he screamed in pain. His gun hand had gotten trapped under the zombie, broken fingers re-breaking. Kirihara screamed again, using his left to keep the zombie from his face and throat. Teeth worried his forearm as the zombie turned ravenous, spurned on by the taste of blood. He managed to wiggle a leg up under the thrashing zombie and pushed until the pressure on his gun arm lessened. When the zombie released his arm to get a better grip he pushed it under the creature’s chin to brace its neck. The zombie snapped its teeth in Kirihara’s face, fighting against his arm. Kohei laughed and leaned over the edge of the bed to get a better look. Kirihara fired the last round close range into the creature’s temple, tears beading in the corners of his eyes from the strain on his broken fingers. The zombie flew sideways off of him, half of its head blown away. Kirihara closed his eyes against the rain of blood and other things he didn’t really want to think about.

“Aw, you’re already done! And here I made them especially for you!” Kohei reached down and grabbed Kirihara under the armpit, hauling him up and across the bed.

Kirihara felt himself slide across the sheets and off the other side of the bed, he knew the momentum was going to carry him far and braced himself as best he could. His shoulder connected with the wall just under the window and he felt the drywall give way.

He needed to get to his extra clip, and preferably his knives as well. He had two extra clips in his nightstand; the remaining clips, along with his knives were in a lock box at the end of his bed.

He had a plan, and from the reactions of the fledgling so far, he was so new in his powers that he was predictable – in a human way. He lay still against the wall, waiting for the Vampire to come around and check on him. As he had expected, the fledgling dropped off the bed near his feet to see if he had been knocked out. Kirihara used the foot he had propped against the wall to propel himself up onto the bed, where he somersaulted to the other side. He put one hand on the bedside drawer and pulled it out, whipping it in a wide arch. He grabbed and extra clip as the momentum scattered everything in the drawer. Kohei hissed and jumped back as the wood swung in front of his face.

He used the distraction to eject the clip in the gun; he had to drop the drawer to knock the new clip home. He threw the drawer at the Vampire, who shattered it with a swipe of his hand. He closed the distance between them and swiped a hand down Kirihara’s chest. The Hunter had lessened the damage by throwing himself back, ending up with deep gashes instead of shattered ribs. He toppled over the side of the nightstand; Kohei leapt on him and rode him to the ground. He clamped his mouth onto Kirihara’s chest, just below the collar bone. Kirihara screamed again; it wasn’t a soft prick like when Sanada had bit him, it felt like burning knives had been driven into his skin.

Kohei reared back, blood smeared around his mouth, “what the hell are you!?”

Kirihara swung the gun around and emptied the clip into the Vampire. The vampire collapsed on top of him, coughing and screaming. Kirihara kicked him off and scrambled to his feet. He pulled the lock box out from under his bed and opened it, pulling out his largest knife. Kohei had staggered to his feet, lunging at the Hunter. Kirihara tilted the knife up and with the Vampire’s momentum was able to drive it up through his stomach and under his ribs. Kohei’s eyes widened in shock as Kirihara drove it up into his heart. His legs collapsed and brought them both to the ground, the Hunter pinned beneath the now dead Vampire.

Kirihara panted heavily, chest heaving. He had to behead the Vampire to be sure it was really dead. Adrenaline was still pumping through his system enough to fight against his injuries and push the vampire off of himself.

“POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP.”

Kirihara sighed heavily and climbed to his feet, using the bed to balance himself. This was just what he needed. He limped out of his room, hands above his head. Flashlights bounced around the room as police officers checked around. Kirihara was pushed to his knees; he laced his hands behind his head before the officers told him. He had been through this far too often.

“Akaya?”

Kirihara squinted around the flashlights the officers held in his face. A male stepped in front of the light, waving his hand for the other officers to lower their lights. When Kirihara’s eyes adjusted a wide grin broke out across his face, his night was finally looking up.

“Kajimoto-san!”

The Lieutenant sighed, shaking his head. “Let him up.”

The officers holding Kirihara down stepped back and Kajimoto offered him a hand up.

“Why are you here?” Kirihara shivered, the open windows had cooled his small apartment. His adrenaline rush had run its course and his body was starting to slow down and cramp.

“I heard the call and recognized the apartment. I figured gunshots in an apartment with a few of Tezuka’s people meant I should probably go along.”

Oh right, a rookie Hunter lived a few floors up and another older member lived a floor below him.

“What the hell have you gotten into this time?” Kajimoto motioned to Kirihara’s upper torso, which was covered in so much blood it was hard to tell where he was injured.

Kiriahra smiled, “would you believe me if I said I don’t know?”

Kajimoto sighed, running his fingers through his soft brown hair, “no, but I know I won’t get anything else out of you without Tezuka and a lawyer around. Where’s your wallet? I need your ID and you can phone Tezuka to tell him what’s up.” He silenced the officers that started to argue with a cold glare.

One of the officers that had held him down escorted Kirihara back into his room to get his wallet.

“This one’s still alive!”

Kirihara froze in panic, the zombie that had taken a single bullet to the head slowly staggered to its feet. The cop tried to get him to sit back down, murmuring softly to it.

“Get away!” Kirihara and Kajimoto yelled in unison.

“What?” It was too late. The zombie latched onto the officer and buried its face in the man’s collar. The uniform screamed and pushed at the vampire. Another officer grabbed the re-animated around the waist and tried to pull it off.

Kajimoto shouldered other officers out of his way until he was in the room. He spied Kirihara’s gun on the ground around the cop’s feet and grabbed it.

“Silver?!”

“Yeah!”

He angled the gun away from the officer as best he could and fired. The zombie lurched back to get a better look at what had hit him and Kajimoto fired twice more into its head. The re-animated collapsed.

“Christ Akaya, I thought you were better than that!”

“I was a little occupied, he was down and I had two more to deal with!” Kirihara huffed in indignation. He would have crossed his arms if it didn’t hurt so badly.

Kajimoto surveyed the room and then let his eyes scan over Kirihara. “Get dressed; I have to take you in while they process everything. You can call Tezuka on the way.”

Kirihara pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a sweater while the police in the room glared. They confiscated his weapons as evidence, even though he claimed self-defense. He didn’t like being without a weapon, but he was sure he’d be able to make an exception.

He was put in a car with Kajimoto and a new officer. Kajimoto called Tezuka and explained everything that had happened. Tezuka would meet them at the station. Kirihara had been unable to use his hands well enough to call, all his injuries seemed to hit him at once. Kajimoto promised that after his statement he could be taken to a hospital.

The station was quiet when they entered, too early in the morning for anyone but the bare essentials. He was led through by Kajimoto to the interrogation room, the Lieutenants hand on his lower back.

“Hey! You guys have redecorated since I was last here!” Kirihara twisted around to look over Kajimoto’s shoulder, the unnamed officer shoved his shoulder roughly.

The interrogation room however, was exactly how he remembered it. He was offered coffee and after a moment’s hesitation, accepted. How bad could it be?

Bad.

He sipped the coffee and stuck out his tongue, even the three creams and three sugars couldn’t mask the hours old taste. He vaguely wondered if he stood up the stir stick, would it stay?

“Uh, Kirihara-san? Did you hear me?”

His head snapped up from where he had been concentrating on the coffee, nope, hadn’t heard a word. “Ah, sorry, no I didn’t …it’s been a long night, you’ll have to forgive me.” He wasn’t about to tell the nice police officer that he was a natural air-head. Blame it on the lack of sleep, they usually believed it.

“I’m here to take your statement about the events tonight.”

Kirihara retold the story as best he could …with-holding details always made retelling a story difficult. Of course, it wasn’t like they’d believe he was attacked by three Vampires anyways.

The officer taking his story gradually began to frown deeper, “just a break and entry?”

“Yup.”

“And you ended up killing them all?”

“Kajimoto actually killed one. So, no, I didn’t kill them all.”

The officer glared at him, slamming his hands down on the table, “I don’t appreciate your attitude.”

Kirihara sipped his coffee again, “not attitude, merely making sure you have the correct information.”

His lip curled as he snarled at the Hunter, “you have quite the record – breaking and entry, arson, assault …”

“Yup,” Kirihara nodded, trying to stand the stir stick in the coffee.

“But you’ve never done jail time?”

“A night or two, but beyond that, no. Are you getting to a point soon? Or are you just that impressed by my record?”

The officer leaned forward across the table, towering over Kirihara. He fought the urge to roll his eyes; he had been the small kid on the block for a long time - height no longer intimidated him.

“And you’re claiming self defense?”

Kirihara nodded again, “that’s what my statement says.” He sipped his coffee and stuck out his tongue, it was getting cold.

“Three dead, that’s a little much for self defense.”

The Hunter tilted his head as he thought, if they were already dead was it still considered murder?

The officer slammed his hands on the table again. Kirihara lazily rolled his eyes up to look at the uniform towering over him.

“That’s enough Arai,” Kajimoto held the door to the interrogation room open. Kirihara caught a glimpse of Tezuka in the hallway behind him. “He’s free to go.”

“Sir?”

“You have his statement correct?”

“Yes sir?”

“Then he may go, he needs to get to a hospital.”

Arai turned to glare at Kajimoto but stepped back from the table.

Kirihara nodded to Arai, “thanks for the coffee.” He smirked at Kajimoto’s ‘stop teasing him’ look.

Ryoma bounced on his toes behind Tezuka, trying to get a glimpse of his partner.

“He needs to be looked at, he was covered in blood when we found him, but I don’t know how much of it was actually his,” Kajimoto explained quietly to Tezuka.

Tezuka nodded, placing his hand on Kirihara’s shoulder when the Hunter stepped closer to him. He led Ryoma and Kirihara out of the building to the front parking lot. The sun was up enough to turn the sky a pale blue, stars faded to distant white spots.

“We’ll take you to the clinic,” Tezuka held the door to his truck open, letting Kirihara crawl into the spacious back.

“I’m not going to the clinic!” It was hard to look dignified when sprawled out across two seats, shivering and sweating at the same time.

“Fine, have it your way, we’ll take you to the hospital. You do have insurance right?” Tezuka slid into the driver’s seat, glancing at Kirihara in the rear view as he turned over the engine.

Kirihara frowned and pouted, “clinic is fine.”

They drove in silence; Ryoma watching out the side window and Kirihara dozing in the back. Tezuka was the first one break the silence.

“You weren’t the only one attacked.”

Kirihara rubbed his eyes as he tried to wrap his fuzzy mind around what Tezuka said, “what?”

“Fuji Yuuta, Aoi Kentarou, Amane Hikaru, and Ishida Tetsu were all attacked. All the same way you were; a vampire and their re-animated. Yuuta recognized the other fledgling; Yohei. We’re still bringing the other Hunters in; hopefully they will be able to identify the other Vampires.” Tezuka explained.

“Wait, weren’t they the ones that were cursed a little while ago? Is everyone okay?” Kirihara pushed himself up as best he could, hand’s on the back of the front seats.

Tezuka nodded, “they were. Everyone is fine, no worse off than you are. No one else managed to kill the Vampires, apparently Yohei fled all of a sudden. Probably felt you kill his brother.”

Kirihara scratched his head, “anyone else feel like they’re only out for the rookies? I mean, look, Yuuta and I are the same age, Aoi is a year younger, and Amane and Ishida are my age. No one older has been attacked.”

Tezuka watched him through the rearview, “I think you may be onto something.”
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