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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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I apologize, I was hoping to have this uploaded sooner but this is really just not my year. This Chapter especially just did NOT want to be written. Thankfully, now that these two are out of the way I can finally write the ideas that have been jumping around in my head for months! So hopefully the story will get more exciting from here on out!

Thank you for sticking with me and putting up with my really late updates.

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CHAPTER 2

The bright lights of the main shopping district turned the darkest part of night into a glittering dawn. Every shop, although closed, had bright lights on their store front. Billboards flashed with videos and advertisements, a music video from a popular idol was over looking the busy intersection. Streets were filled bumper to bumper with red and white lights, creating a never ending chain of string lights. It was the time of the club-hopper, the bar-fly. Sidewalks were filled with people; from high heels, to running shoes, to ballet flats and combats. Music vibrated from every bar, laughter and shouting filled in behind the bass.

Jackal was waiting for him at the theatre. It was an old fashioned cinema with the vertical title board and the black letters for movie titles that always seemed to fall out and leave the remaining spelling something profane. The Hunter was leaning against a movie poster, phone in hand. He thumbed a few buttons, seemingly waiting for a reply to his text. The hat he wore was pulled low over his eyes, shielding his eyes from the overhead glare. His long sleeved tee was pushed up to his elbows, the v-neck sliding low enough to show the strong line of his collar and swell of his chest.

Kirihara unconsciously licked his lips.

The dark material of his shirt only seemed to enhance the darkness of his skin. His ethnic background made him stand out, much to his annoyance. A gaggle of girls stood on the opposite side of the entrance, giggling and pointing towards Jackal.

Kirihara sighed and noticed the annoyed pinch in the corners of Jackal’s eyes when the Hunter looked up at him.

“Save me,” he muttered when Kirihara was close enough.

“Trying, but I think their squealing just got louder,” Kirihara shrugged.

Jackal lifted an eyebrow and flipped his pocket into his jean pocket.

“It’s the hair,” Kirihara shrugged again.

The two quickly made their way into the crowds, becoming one of the club goers, becoming anonymous. Kirihara quickly sidestepped when two girls arm-in-arm staggered past him, laughing hysterically. It was going to be an awkward night.

The club they were to investigate was a basement joint; the entryway was down a short set of stairs. The name of the club was hung above the door, the bright fluorescent pink offset by black backing made it hard to ignore. The line-up clustered on the break-neck stairs and curled around the sidewalk.

The two slipped through the crowds on the street and found an alleyway away from prying eyes. Hopping a chain-link fence and darting through the darkened edges of an employee parking lot they found the back alleyway that would bring them up behind the club.

According to the owner there was a pair of Vampires; the female would lure a human male out of the side entrance where the other male waited and together they would attack. They never killed their victims, but they left him weak enough to look like a drunk that had wandered too far off the beaten path.

The doorway they were to keep an eye on was raised a few steps onto a metal grated platform, enough for a bouncer to get good footing to throw someone out. Boxes of empty bottles and bins of cans were stacked on either side of the steps, waiting for garbage day.

Kirihara found several sturdy crates and flipped one over to sit on; he had no idea how long they were going to have to wait. Jackal leaned against the wall beside him, eyes glued to the door. They were on the side of the door closest to the road, incase the Vampires tried to flee into the crowds for protection.

Eventually Kirihara got bored counting bricks on the wall and started to bounce in time to the music pouring from the bar, hands drumming in his knees.

“I’m going to try to get inside, see if I can flush them out.” He chuckled and shook his head; only Kirihara could get bored at a time like that. Jackal left the alleyway the way they had entered and joined the growing line up.

Kirihara sighed, now he was alone and bored, never a good combination. Kicking his heels he checked over his gun. It was a bit bigger than his old one, the one the Police had confiscated and never managed to get back to him. Shocking. The recoil was a bit stronger and he found his aim slightly off when he shot left-handed.

The side door suddenly opened, startling him. He slipped off the crate and stepped back into the shadow of the platform. High-heeled shoes clicked on the metal and a girl cursed when her heel snagged into the grating. A male laughed and Kirihara caught movement as he bent down to release her shoe. With a purred thank you she led him down the steps, oblivious to the Hunter directly behind her. When she was eyelevel with Kirihara he nearly let out a yell of shock. He recognized her, it was almost impossible to forget the face of someone who took an effective swipe at his face. She was one of the Renegade Vampire’s Jackal and he had been chasing several months back.

With a palm to her victim’s chest she gently forced him back against the opposite wall, hips swaying. Not sensing the danger the male chuckled, hands reaching out to her. Before she had a chance to sink her fangs into his neck Kirihara stepped from his hiding spot.

“Sup baby?”

The girl jumped and spun around, not recognizing the voice. Her eyes widened when she realized who had interrupted her, “you!”

“Me!” Kirihara grinned.

“What the fuck!?” The guy yelled angrily.

“Personal business buddy, I suggest you go back inside,” Kirihara nodded towards the door.

“Fuck you asshole!” The guy took a threatening step away from the wall. He was easily a head taller than Kirihara and thought he could use that to his advantage.

Kirihara sighed, so much for trying it the nice way. He pointed his gun point blank at the guys face; letting him stare down the barrel for a few seconds before saying, “get back inside now.”

“Ho’ shit, what the fuck man!” The guy held his hands up in defense and without a glance back darted to the door.

“That wasn’t nice,” the Vampire clicked her tongue as her prey escaped.

“We can do this one of two ways. I’m allowed to kill you, but this place is kind of public, so I can line you up somewhere and kill you without witnesses. Or, you can call your partner and we can take a little trip to the Master of the City, it’s up to you.” Kirihara shrugged, waiting for her to dart.

“Um,” she tilted her head as if thinking, “neither.”

Kirihara was prepared for her to run, but he wasn’t prepared for how fast she was going to do it. His bullet dug into the brick where her head had been with an explosion of dust. The new silencer lowered the volume of the gun enough for it to be muffled by the passing traffic. Clipped tendrils of her hair floated to the ground through the settling dust where he had almost caught her. Unfortunately with Vampire, almost wasn’t good enough.

He turned in time to see a garbage can flying at him. Self preservation and reflexes took over before his brain realized what was happening and he threw himself back against the wall. It sailed by his head, nearly clipping his ear. He stretched his arm out before the can was even past his head and fired after her retreating figure. The recoil rubbed his knuckles against the rough brick, tearing skin. Just what he needed. The bullets thudded harmlessly into a wall and Kirihara cursed, he was getting tired of chasing this broad.

He pushed away from the wall with a frustrated grunt and followed her down the alleyway. He knew he should call Jackal, but he didn’t want to lose her! Cursing to himself he vaulted over the chain-link fence, keeping the girl in his sights. Out in the open parking lot he caught a clear shot of her and fired. The bullet caught her in the right shoulder, tossing her as if she had been kicked by a mule. She landed hard, cradling her injured arm. Kirihara ran faster, intending to grab her before she could get up, but as he was running past a light post he saw her grin.

He never saw the fist coming until it was too late.

The room was not what Tezuka imagined. Everything he knew about Vampires could have never prepared him for this.

A wide boardroom opened before him, the half-circle table stretched from one paneled wall to the other. Dark floor to ceiling windows were behind their shoulders, giving a perfect panel view of the city laid out below them. Interior lights reflected off the windows, blending with the lights outside. Modern works of art hung on the walls, framed in startling silver. Tables filled the walls, along with a small bar fridge and Tezuka was offered a drink by a very Human servant.

“What were you expecting?” Sakaki Tarou leaned forward on his elbows, “Medieval? Maybe a couple torture devices? Black?” He leaned back in his chair with a deep chuckle.

The rest of the Vampire council chuckled.

Tezuka tightened his shields, a quick disruption of the air around him. He didn’t realize he had let them slip.

“Tezuka-kun, don’t worry about your shields, I don’t need to be a mind-reader to read the expression on your face.” Sakaki sat to the right of the Leader of the Council, his pride and arrogance clearly stating he deserved to be there.

Atobe and Sanada had taken their seats at either end of the table, the place for lower Masters. Sanada reclined back in his chair, hands folded over his stomach. His dark eyes studied Tezuka, cautious.

Atobe leaned on one arm of his chair, eyes flickering between Tezuka and the Council. The two Masters looked like children at the table. The more powerful of the Council all had many human years on either, their humanity taken in the middle of their lives.

Atobe had warned Tezuka about Sakaki, a man at the prime of his life. The Vampire was thousands of years old, and had the powers to prove it. He had risen from fledgling, to Master, to Council through sheer determination and strength, never giving in and never showing weakness. The way Atobe talked of the Vampire Tezuka picked up more than a platonic admiration. The one who sat to the left of the Leader was an old man; he sat forward in his chair, chin resting on his hands. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. Atobe didn’t know much about the old man, only that they referred to him as “Banjii”.

The Leader was a mystery to all, a quiet woman who watched more than she spoke. Her blond hair was tied back in a bun, her eyes hidden behind wide-framed glasses. It was not unusual for a Vampire to retain habits from their previous lives; wearing glasses, dying hair, habits born of vanity. She studied Tezuka; measuring, judging. When at last she spoke her quiet voice was firm and commanding, leaving no room for question. “What brings you before the Council, Tezuka Kunimitsu?”

“I would imagine you’ve heard what’s happening in my-“

“With the other Vampires, yes, we’ve heard.” She finished for him, “and?”

This was not going as planned, “and our only clues about them lead us into your world.”

“Last I heard, you had wiped out the problem.” She remained sitting straight, hands folded on her knees. Her voice was cold, no emotion showed what-so-ever.

“Most, but the ones orchestrating it all disappeared. One of the Fae managed to follow the energy of one of the Vampires but he could go no further because it led him to an Entrance.”

“The one you captured could give you no further details?”

Tezuka hesitated, she was either all-knowing, or Sanada had spoken to her. The Master’s eyes widened and he risked a glance in her direction; apparently he hadn’t.

“Uh …to my knowledge he knew nothing.” Tezuka’s eyes flashed to Sanada, the Master frowned. Something was wrong.

“Has anything more happened since they disappeared?” She continued.

“No, but-“

“But?” Her voice stabbed; cold as ice. “You kill our kind and then you ask permission to enter our safe haven to hunt more?”

“They killed many of my Hunters-“

“You have killed many of ours.”

This was definitely not going as planned, Tezuka needed to redirect it, and fast, “I never killed those who did not deserve it. Any we had to execute went through the Master of the city first.” Tezuka sent an apologetic glance to Sanada. He really didn’t mean to throw him under the bus, but he needed back in her good graces.

She fell quiet again; even though he couldn’t see her eyes he knew she was studying him. She uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. Hesitation, giving herself time to think.

“I only seek justice against those that have wronged my Hunters, nothing more. I think you can understand that.” Tezuka was toeing he line, but he needed to hit her where it meant something.

She nodded slowly, “I do understand that, Tezuka Kunimitsu. It is not usual for us to trust humans, you have to understand that."

Ouch, yes, he did. “Of course.”

“I need to think this over, discuss this with the Council. You may stay here, we will continue our discussion tomorrow night.” She stood from her chair, letting everyone know it was not up for debate.

Tezuka cursed mentally, he had already been away from everyone for a week, how much longer was this going to take!?

The rest of the council stood, excusing themselves without a glance back to the Human in the room. Tezuka caught Atobe watching him, the Master narrowed his eyes at the Leader and then flicked them to Sakaki. He was trying to tell Tezuka something; that he knew for sure. What it was, he wasn’t too sure. Either way, there was nothing more he could do tonight.

Atobe watched the others leave. He hated that woman, always had. She never ruled in favor of humans, and Atobe didn’t think it would ever change. Hell, she never ruled in favor of anyone she didn’t like. He had lost territory and standings because of her whims. Pushing that to the back of his mind for the moment he flicked open the top buttons of his shirt and glided up to Sakaki’s side. The other Vampire had been waiting patiently for everyone to leave, studying the contents of the small bar.

“Something bothering you Keigo?” he asked when the other Vampire approached.

“It’s been a while …”

Sakaki nodded, “hundred years or so?” He bent down and pulled out a glass bottle, twisting off the cap and sniffing it.

Atobe leaned against the table beside him,” or so.” He let his voice some out in a hushed purr.

Sakaki sighed, “enough of your games Incubus, what do you want?”

Atobe grinned, “I’m an Incubus, as you have so nicely stated, I think you can figure that out …”

“Attempting to feed off a Council member? I have seen Vampires burned alive for less of an offence,” the Vampire took a sip of the drink, rolling on his tongue as he read the label. “Bottled blood, who comes up with this stuff?” He muttered to himself.

“Not feeding.” He pushed away from the table and followed the Council member.

“Then just sex?” Sakaki glanced over his shoulder at him, leaning his hip back against the board table.

Atobe chuckled; he had forgotten how straight-to-the-point Sakaki could be. Swaying his hips a little more than necessary he stood before Sakaki, straddling his out stretched legs. He started with Sakaki’s vest, unbuttoning it slowly. The Vampire didn’t stop him.

If Sakaki wasn’t in the mood to play than he could be just as blunt, “is it ever JUST sex?”

He took another sip of his drink, letting the younger Vampire unravel his scarf, “what do you want?”

“Information.”

“On?”

Atobe continued down Sakaki’s silk shirt. The man had good taste. He pushed the garments back, baring his chest. Leaning forward he ran his mouth along Sakaki’s collar, “Where do her allegiances lie?”

“Her? Ah, you mean ‘Sora’?” He tilted his head back to give Atobe better access to his neck.

“Sora?”

“When she killed the last Leader to take his place, no one had ever seen her before. She told us to call her Sora, and who are we to question an alias?” Sakaki quirked an eyebrow.

Atobe had to agree with that, over the centuries he had gone by many different names. Pushing back on Sakaki’s shoulders he forced the man further onto the table. He slid onto the table with him, straddling his waist.

“She became the Leader, what? Two years ago?” He rolled his hips and kissed down the side of Sakaki’s neck.

The Vampire discarded his drink and gripped Atobe’s backside, “Two years. You know how that works; kill the top and take their place.”

Atobe moaned, grinding harder, “and no one questioned her?”

“Who are we to question the ways of the Council?” Sakaki leaned forward and nipped at Atobe’s neck.

Arguing about the Council with the Council was about as effective as banging your head against a wall, all it did was give you a headache. “Will she help Tezuka?” Atobe arched his back, head falling back.

“It’s hard to say. Her decisions generally depend on her mood. If she discusses it with us we can usually help sway her to the best decision, not necessarily what she wants- ah …” he leaned back to get a better look at Atobe’s face, “that’s what this is about, you want me to sway her decision so she helps Tezuka.” Sakaki chuckled, shaking his head. “You have quite the thing for the little insignificant primate don’t you?”

Atobe growled, “what I do or do not feel isn’t up for discussion.”

Sakaki shrugged one elegant shoulder, leaning forward to resume assaulting Atobe’s neck and chest. “Don’t fall in love with a human, Keigo.”

Atobe scoffed, trying to sound scandalized, “you think so little of me don’t you?”

An eyebrow raised again, “little of you? Quite the opposite.”

Atobe ran his fingers through Sakaki’s blond hair, using his grip to tilt his head back. He kissed the other Vampire, fangs running across his bottom lip. He was hoping to distract Sakaki enough to drop the conversation; him, in love with a human? Unbelievable!

Yet somehow the thought made his chest hurt.

Sakaki humored him; not pushing the subject must have served a purpose for him as well.

Atobe rolled his hips, tilting Sakaki’s head back further as he pressed his tongue forcefully between his teeth. He felt Sakaki chuckle as the older Vampire allowed him his brief dominance. He growled against his mouth, biting down on Sakaki’s tongue. Laugh at him will he?

Sakaki hissed, pulling back his tongue. His own blood filled his mouth and his eyes clouded over with blood lust. He gripped Atobe’s backside again and bit down on his collar. Atobe screamed in shock, body jerking involuntarily. Sakaki moaned at his struggles and moved his hands from Atobe’s ass to his own pants, making quick work of his belt. He didn’t have to worry about removing his own, but Atobe’s was definitely in the way. Atobe fought with his own pants, sliding them down his hips just low enough to expose himself, there was enough elasticity in the soft material to let them sit at the tops of his thighs out of the way.

Sakaki grasped his backside again in a bruising grip and angled him forward. Not allowing Atobe to do anything himself he used one hand to angle himself and the other to hold Atobe open. The Vampire waited patiently for his elder, letting himself be man-handled. Sakaki pushed just inside and then grabbed Atobe’s hips and pulled him down hard. The Master gasped in shock, body ripping. Being a Vampire, simple things like internal tears were nothing. He healed as Sakaki drew himself back out.

He braced himself on Sakaki’s broad shoulders and took back control, pulling himself up and driving back down. He started a frantic pace, bucking up and down with enough force to rattle the table.

Sakaki grabbed a handful of his dark hair and yanked his head back, piercing Atobe’s jugular.

“Promise me!” Atobe cried out, “you’ll make her agree to Tezuka’s terms.”

Sakaki slowly drew his fangs from Atobe’s neck, eyes focused on the other Vampire’s expression. His eyes seemed to search, narrowed in concentration. “I can only promise my best effort,” he grunted at a particularly rough thrust. “Why does this matter to you so much?”

Atobe brushed his hands down the sides of Sakaki’s face, mouth hovering a breath apart. “I know you well enough, you can manipulate an entire room without effort.” The second question made him pause, his eyes narrowing as his hips slowed, “my motives aren’t really that important.”

Sakaki sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with that line of questioning. It bothered him, but he wasn’t about to lose sleep over not knowing. “She’s different. She doesn’t always take to suggestion.”

Atobe licked along his bottom lip, rolling hips taking a frantic edge, ‘I’m sure you can think of a way to convince her.”

“Perhaps by taking a page out of your book?” Sakaki teased, tilting his head back to brush his lips against Atobe’s.

“Whatever necessary. Tezuka needs this, and for some reason I don’t trust her.” Atobe’s breath came out in a short pant, legs flexing as he rode the other Vampire. When he finally closed the distance and kissed Sakaki he let a whisper of his power out. It was illegal to feed off a council member and to use ones abilities against them, outside of battle. He was taking a huge risk, hoping Sakaki wouldn’t take it as a threat.

Sakaki sighed when Atobe’s power touched him, it wasn’t enough to be considered an attempted attack, but it was enough to have him driving his fangs into Atobe’s neck as he climaxed. The younger Vampire wasn’t far behind, arching his back as he screamed.

Sakaki wrapped his arms loosely around Atobe’s waist, “that was a nasty trick, I could have you executed for it you know.”

Atobe teased his fingers up the back of Sakaki’s neck, “would you really? You seemed to enjoy it.” He wiggled his hips enough for Sakaki to slide out of him, thick fluid trickling down his legs.

The Council member chuckled, “I guess I did. I’d still like to know why it means so much to you that Tezuka gets his way.”

Atobe frowned, “I don’t like being in debt, and I don’t like him being pissed off at me.”

Sakaki frowned in confusion, “sounds like you’ve been a busy little Vampire.”
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