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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 2

Kirihara rubbed lazily at his eyes, alarm clock reading 2:30pm. It was less sleep than he was planning on getting, but with the little sleep he usually ran on, seven hours wasn’t really something to bitch about.

After the last night, he was free until a new job came around. Jobs were split up through the ranks according to importance. Jobs handed out secretly through government officials usually went to higher-class Hunters, the Elite, like Tezuka-san and Tachibana-san. Clean-up tended to go to the lower Hunters, large jobs being handed out to teams. Most Hunters trailed alone, occasionally pairing with another to finish jobs faster. The odd ones created teams, but no Hunter usually trusted another that closely. Friends and co-workers died far too easily in this business. Actual vampires were rarely hunted unless they had gotten out of hand, attacking humans. The Vampire Master of the City had to clear any Vampire kills first, if it was something horrific, the Vampires dealt with it themselves and delivered the head to Tezuka.

A soft snort drew Kirihara’s attention down. Kamio lay nestled against his chest, red hair fanned out across his face. Kirihara sighed, maybe he could just file this one away in the ‘Oops I did it again’ file? Unfortunately, that one was getting a little full.

“Oi,” he jabbed Kamio in the top of the head, voice rough from sleep.

Kamio mumbled in his sleep and rubbed his cheek against Kirihara’s chest, hand tightening around his stomach.

“OI!” Kirihara jabbed him harder, wiggling around to jostle Kamio’s body.

Sleepy eyes fluttered open, “what?”

“Get up, I have to piss.”

Kamio rolled his eyes and turned over onto his other side, pulling the blanket back up around his neck. Kirihara slipped off the bed, searching around the floor for his boxers. He turned on the coffee pot before stumbling into the bathroom. Lights flooded the small white room, blinding him. He leaned over the sink, good lord he looked like hell. A large purple bruise covered his entire throat, a small bite mark just below it. The cuts along his arms were red and puffy, bruises rimming the edges.

“Shit, maybe we should have covered those before we went to bed,” Kamio slid up behind Kirihara, hands gently examining the marks on his back.

‘Went to bed’, nice of him to take the less vulgar approach. “They’re not that bad,” He argued.

Kamio snorted, “you clearly didn’t see the bed when you got up.”

Kirihara quirked an eyebrow as he watched Kamio in the mirror.

“Bed was covered in blood,” Kamio reached his arm over Kirihara’s shoulder, “peroxide, these should be cleaned.”

Kirihara fished the bottle out of the medicine cabinet and handed it back over his shoulder to Kamio. Kamio found cotton swabs and dabbed the peroxide onto the cuts, Kirihara hissed as the cleaner started to fizz. It was true he didn’t exactly take a good look at them when he got home. He had no idea it was that bad, the window did more damage than he had thought. Kamio reached his hand back over Kirihara’s shoulder, tape and gauze. Kirihara turned after Kamio had finished taping it up, trying to look at his back in the mirror. Craning his neck only aggravated the torn skin across his shoulders so he decided he really didn’t need to see it.

Leaning back on the sink he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, “alright, out with it.”

Kamio looked at him innocently, “what?”

“I know you didn’t just come here to have sex, you always want something.”

Kamio had the decency to look offended, “why would you say that!”

Kirihara’s eyebrows rose higher, “beca~ause it’s always true?”

“I heard about a nest.”

Kamio always came with strings, and lo and behold, there they were!

“And?”

“And I wanted to team up with you again to take it out!”

Kirihara shifted, his shoulders were starting to ache. He now had a whole new set of scars to show off, fantastic. “And split the bounty no less.”

Kamio’s grin turned mischievous, “no bounty.”

“Killing for the sake of killing?” Kirihara licked his lips; it had been a long time since they could hunt just for the sake of hunting.

Kamio nodded, “apparently this nest is connected to those twins. They’re new, so they haven’t been unleashed on the city yet. That’s why it’s still under the radar. All we need to do is go in, take them out, then burn it down. The organization doesn’t care about it, they’re not a threat. So we basically have free reign to take it out at our own discretion.”

Any inactive nest wasn’t seen as a threat to the bigger Hunters, so they left it to fester. When times were slower they’d take out any re-animated habitat they found; now they just didn’t have the man-power to worry about every little new nest. Sometimes the nests remained inactive, other times, they didn’t. Unfortunately, a nest left unattended had a tendency to grow. A dozen freshly turned animals wasn’t a cake walk. The clean-up crew was always given the option - take out the zombie nest on their own time, or wait until it became a problem. When a pay check was involved, the choice was usually obvious. There was still the hunt they missed, though. Being in the Organization meant rules, and rules meant paperwork. As long as it was off the record, there was nothing holding them back.

Kirihara grinned, “when?”

“Tonight.”

Not a lot of time. Kirihara rotated his shoulders. Sure he was stiff, and would probably regret this in the morning, but he was taking that job!

When the sun started to go down the two set out. Armed to the teeth, Kirihara pulled on his jacket, leaving it open so he could get in to his gun easier.

“You’re still wearing that thing?” Kamio teased, fingering a hole in the bottom of the jacket.

“Hey, this jacket has saved me many times!” Kirihara frowned indignantly. He found a fresh tear in the arm where the female re-animated had torn at it the night before.

Kamio rolled his eyes, “I’m sure.”

“Would you shut up and get in the damn car!”

The nest was located just at the edge of town, which was usually where the majority of nests were. Old abandoned cabins, old fishing shacks. Prime places for a nest – dark, cool, away from the humans. Zombies didn’t have a refined diet like the regular vampires did, happy to feed on anything with a pulse. That was fine for every party involved, aside from the odd game hunter that stumbled into their path. But with the surge of re-animated recently, they were being forced further and further away from the woods.

The headlights bounced off the road as it dipped, small hills and wicked turns lead them eventually out of town. When the brightly lit street lights finally passed them they came upon a lone car at the edge of the road with no one in sight.

“Oi, should we check it out? Maybe someone’s hurt?” Kamio twisted in his seat, trying to get a better look.

Kirihara nodded in agreement. If it made it easier to find their targets, he was willing to take a few detours. He slowed to a crawl as they passed the car. Doors were all closed, lights off. It looked more abandoned than anything else. “I think it’s just been left here, probably ran out of gas?”

“The car looks familiar, let’s just go check!” Kamio had the door open before Kirihara had time to stop the car.

Drawing their guns they crept quietly around the abandoned car, one on each side. Kamio took out a small pen light, bending to flash it under the car.

Kirihara froze when he heard the click of a safety coming off, and then the cool press of a gun barrel to the back of his neck. He hadn’t heard anyone come up to him!

“Drop your gun and slowly put your hands behind your head.”

Kirihara dropped his gun, a foot snaked from around him to kick it away. He slowly raised his arms to interlace his fingers behind his head.

“What are you doing here?”

“Hey man, we just saw a car parked here and stopped to see if everything was ok?”

“Odd direction to be traveling this late at night.”

Kirihara was starting to get pissed off, “look buddy, it’s none of your damn business what we’re doing out here. So if you’d take your gun off my head, we’ll be gone.”

“Tachibana-san!” Kamio gasped.

A small female stepped out from behind Kamio, her light brown hair clipped back at her temples by small blue hair clips. “Kippei-nii-san, it’s just them.”

Tachibana slowly drew the gun away from Kirihara’s head, “following my lead Kamio?”

The red-head nodded.

“Wait, what? This tip you heard of came from Tachibana-san!?” Kirihara spat, turning to face the older male. It was an understatement to say the two didn’t get along. Kirihara always had an issue with the Elite Hunters, but Tachibana had a special way of pissing him off. All in all, it eventually came down to Kirihara shooting Tachibana in the foot. It wasn’t like he was permanently damaged, he was walking fine now! Kirihara had almost preferred the other to have a limp. At least he wouldn’t have felt like shooting him was a waste of time.

Kamio shrugged, “if I told you, you wouldn’t have agreed to come along! Tachibana-san thinks that if we raid the nest, it’ll draw the twins around.”

He was right about that – and being played as bait, no fucking way. Kirihara stormed away from the group, heading back to his car, “I’m going home, take care of this fucking nest yourself Kamio!”

“This is far bigger than just a problem with a few Fledglings,” Ann yelled to him.

Kirihara stopped, glancing over his shoulder, “what do you mean?” It wasn’t just the elder Tachibana he had a beef with; his sister happily got herself involved – by practically throwing him down a set of stairs! Sure, he had actually tripped down the stairs, but he was trying to avoid her fist – so it was still her fault. The little spit-fire was small, but any Hunter was stupid to underestimate her. She was as strong and as stubborn as her brother, which is what made the two a deadly team.

“According to Shinji, there’s more than just those two. A lot of vampires have been dropping off the radar, but we don’t know if they’re being killed or not.”

All vampires were monitored, so if any of them decided to go postal, they could be easily trapped. Of course, this was all done through the cooperation of the Master of the City. He was the strongest vampire who had complete control over his underlings, usually thousands of years old and ridiculously strong. He was intelligent, enough to survive for centuries. With a finger in every aspect of human life he was able to manipulate the most influential into keeping his secret, but also provided a safe place for his kind to sleep. This relationship worked both ways; he cooperated completely with the police and Hunters through a third party – human messengers. If any of his creatures disobeyed him, or if he caught wind of a danger to the humans, the Mayor was the first to know. Through him was how the Hunters found most of their jobs. It was an ‘I scratch your back, you scratch mine’ sort of relationship, but it enabled both to live along side one another.

“How is this a problem?” Kirihara placed both hands on his hips, getting bored with the way this conversation was going. Even though vampires weren’t their top enemy, he still didn’t like them.

“Think about it Akaya, what if some rogue vampire was trying to rally troops to over throw the Master?”

Kirihara laughed, “I think you’ve been watching too much TV Kamio, I’m going home.”

All of a sudden gun shots erupted from all around them. A bullet passed close enough to Kirihara’s face to rustle his hair. The four dropped to the ground, drawing weapons. Tachibana rolled so he was behind the trunk of his car, giving him a better look at the direction the shots came from.

“Friends of yours?” Kirihara yelled to Tachibana over the ring of bullets.

“If they were, you’d be dead already!” Tachibana called back.

Kirihara hissed before pushing himself away from Tachibana’s car. He sprinted the few feet between the two cars and slid over the hood of his, dropping into a crouch and bracing his back against the side. Kamio came around the back of the car, hunched behind the trunk. Ann crawled up next to Tachibana, clutching her arm. She braced her good arm over the back of the trunk and fired blindly.

“Get in your car and get out of here, we’ll be right behind you!” Tachibana waved at the two.

“But Tachibana-san!”

Kirihara grabbed Kamio roughly by the collar, opening the driver side door and throwing him in. Kamio jumped into the passenger seat as Kirihara slid in, firing up the engine. Glancing back to make sure Tachibana and Ann got into their car he threw the car directly into drive and stomped on the gas. The wheels spun before finding purchase, throwing them both back against their seats.

They weren’t usually ones to run from a fight, but killing humans was still murder.

“What the hell was that?” Kamio fastened his seatbelt, other hand holding the handle above the door.

“I don’t know!” Kirihara spun the wheel to turn down the curves in the road, “vampires don’t carry guns. I’d say it was a human chasing a deer, if it wasn’t for the fact the shots came directly at us.”

“Fucking weird!” Kamio shook his head. He suddenly shouted and pointed forward, just as they hit it.

A man stood in the centre of the road, but he hadn’t been there just seconds before. He was tall, and broad in build. He squatted right as the car was about to hit him, and with an upward toss, flipped the car. The last thing the passengers saw was the long fangs as it smiled sadistically.

Kirihara braced himself as the car rolled, finally coming to a stop in the ditch beside the road. He felt a sharp jolt of pain when his elbow banged against the window at an awkward angle. He shook his head, trying to get it to stop spinning. He ran a quick mental checklist to see if anything besides his arm was injured.

“Oi, Kamio, Kamio!” He tried to shake the red-head, which was awkward from his upside-down position.

“Nh, don’t shake me, it hurts,” Kamio’s face was cut just above the eye, shoulder probably dislocated by the way his arm hung limply at his side.

Kirihara wiggled until he could reach his knife, arm screaming in pain. Cutting the seatbelt away he fell onto the ceiling of the car, groaning in pain. The window next to Kamio spider-webbed as it was kicked. With one more strong swing it shattered. Kamio blocked his face, but an arm reached in and grabbed his wrist. Without thinking Kirihara drew his gun and fired a shot, catching the person in the arm.

Blood spattered Kamio’s chest, the blood-curdling scream of pain echoing around them. Kirihara used the distraction to cut the seatbelt from Kamio. He dropped, biting his lip to stop from screaming. The car creaked and then shook violently as something jumped on the underside, making them both duck. Deep evil laughter resonated over their heads as the car continued to creak and shake.

Kirihara leaned back, trying to catch his breath. His mind swam but now was not the time to pass out! The one he shot was most definitely human, but the thing that flipped his car wasn’t. Why the hell were humans with a vampire?

Screams and startled yells started growing in the distance. With one last rock the car stayed still. Kirihara swore when the car rocked violently, whoever was on the car had just jumped off. Kirihara looked down at Kamio, but he had already passed out. He flipped the gun around in his hand and used the butt to break the driver side window. He hoped his insurance covered this.

Breaking as much of the window as he could he crawled out, jagged glass ripping his shirt and stomach. A pair of black boots dropped in front of him, narrowly missing his head. Without waiting for an indication of who it was, Kirihara whipped his gun around. The foot in front of him was quicker, rising up to deliver a swift kick to the face.
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