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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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I always kind of knew it, but after I wrote this chapter I really realized only one thing ...I'm fucking sick. Like, do you ever get to the point where you creep yourself out?

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CHAPTER 20

The apartment was cool and perfectly quiet when Kirihara entered. There were no signs left of what had happened only days before. The carpets were replaced and the walls repaired. The small windows were open, their curtains fluttering in the light breeze drifting through. He kicked his shoes off at the door and circled through his apartment. Bleach. That’s why the windows were open. The paint in his room looked fresh, smelled fresh. Still the boring off white colour they had been when he left. He trailed his hand along the wall as he walked over to the window. The bullet holes were gone, the claw marks too. They had replaced the locks on the window, heavier. All his things were still in place, all his things not connected to the case. His weapons were at the police station. He felt naked and vulnerable without his weapon stash. He was sure the weapons he had hidden throughout the rest of his apartment were still there, but they were only small back-up guns and small knives. Nothing meant for real combat, only as a last resource.

He went back to the living room and threw the file he had been carrying onto the table. It landed with a muffled thump and several papers slipped out to fan out on the table.

The file was thick, he hadn’t realized that when he grabbed it. Several of the exposed papers had large red marks on the top. Confidential stamps, never a good sign.

He stood awkwardly in his living room staring down at the coffee table. He was going to read that file, he really was. Just …after he made coffee.

He cast one last glance at the file before backtracking to his kitchen. It was exactly as he had left it. Everything he was looking for was in its original place. Filters, coffee, mugs, cream, and sugar; all within easy reach. He turned on the pot and listened to it crackle as it heated up, the water rushed through in a spout of steam. He leaned on his elbow as he waited for the coffee. He needed coffee before he read that file. He yawned and slouched down further, resting his cheek in the crook of his elbow. The counter was cool on the back of his arms, but somehow at the same time comforting. The pot filled and buzzed to let him know it was done. He poured it into his mug and added the cream and sugar. He was stalling.

He needed to read that file. He couldn’t go on believing what he had read in the police files, not with everything that was happening. Not after what he saw when he was cursed.

Besides, it wasn’t like he could retract the deal he made with Fuji. So he was going to make it damn worth it.

His feet felt like lead as he made the small journey back to his living room. The file was still there, a small pool of light cast by the streetlamps hitting the corner of the exposed papers.

“I’m being stupid,” he sighed, it wasn’t like there was a bomb attached to the file.

It was now or never. He sat down heavily on the couch and huddled over his coffee. The file was there, and he was going to read it. He could do this! Sitting the mug down far from the file he inhaled deeply and opened the folder.

The first page was typed on a regular sheet with the Organization emblem in the corner. General information, he could handle that.

[Family Name: Kirihara; Given Name: Akaya. Birthdate: September 25, 19XX. Next of Kin: N/A.]

He scoffed at the reply, not applicable. No one from the Kirihara family had come to see him after his parents died. No one from his mother’s side came either. He was as good as dead to them, if he even existed in their minds that is.

The remaining information was all regular measurements and identifications from their physical assessments they had upon entering the Organization. Of course, it had to be updated frequently because many of them were still growing. Height, Approximate weight, any identifiable markings, tattoos, hair colour, eye colour; all information that could be used in case a body showed up without ID. Inui’s computer accurate signature was signed across the bottom; he had done everyone’s assessments, under the eye of the old Clinic head Doctor– Oishi Syuichirou’s uncle.

He flipped over the general page - that was almost too easy. The red stamp at the top of the next page stopped him short. CONFIDENTIAL was stamped across the letter head in bright red. The paper had turned off-white with age and was tattered around the edges. The date at the top was only a month after his parents were killed. Notes were scribbled along the borders in red pen; meetings with people, new information. It seemed like no one had gotten around to retyping the letter to add the new information in. Reports were usually written by whatever Hunter was assigned the mission, that meant all reports were in a different voice. Some were written like police reports, impersonal and accurate to a T. Others were written almost like one talks; treating the victims like people, events reported through human eyes, if they were upset the report reflected that.

A note along the edge of the paper caught his attention, it was faded and the name was hard to read. The writing was in a hand he didn’t recognize, but he was sure it read ‘Sanada 10pm’. What did Sanada have to do with his life? More questions, and all he really wanted was answers!

He smoothed out the paper on the table, first scan though and he could tell it was written by someone who wrote personally. He almost wished they had written it like a police report.

[Kirihara residence, August 14th, 11:40pm. The first family to be attacked in this city by a band of rebel vampires. It was not known how the vampires chose their victims; it was believed they stalked the houses of small families waiting for the best time. The group had committed several murders in neighboring cities, all small families with young children. The Kirihara case was the first where they didn’t murder the child along with its parents.

The current Master of the City, being an old Politician, completely hushed up the crime. All original documents were altered to claim it was a break and entry gone wrong. He didn’t want to risk his place in office, or the chance that his being a Vampire would be revealed.]

Kirihara pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stop his tears. The murders were covered up by the Master of the City?! An old Politician, that couldn’t be Sanada? ‘Current’ was scribbled in with red pen, did that mean he wasn’t the Master for long?

[The group entered through the back door, the lock was completely torn from the door. The father was in the kitchen and caught off guard. Like every male the group had killed, they did it quickly. His throat was ripped out and he was left to drown in his own blood. The mothers and the children were cornered in a room with no exit; either a basement or an upper floor room. The women were usually killed slowly, dismembered after being raped.]

The table rattled with the force of Kirihara slamming down his coffee cup. He didn’t need a mirror to know his face had gone white. The police reports he read said his father had his throat cut and had died instantly. His trembling hand cupped his throat as his stomach rolled. No one died instantly when their throats were ripped out, they died drowning in their own blood.

The image of a smiling man sitting on a beach towel flashed in his mind and a choked cry escaped his throat. He didn’t want to read more, he didn’t want to hear how his mother died. Her smiling face watched him from behind his eyelids. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t!

Inhaling deeply he rubbed his hands over his face. He had to do this. He had to. No more hiding. No more wondering. Fuck it all.

[Two of the male vampires chased her through the house where she fled into her child’s room. There were four vampires documented; three males and one female. After Sanada and Yukimura found the group, they killed all but one of the Vampires. Through him they got the entire story of what they had been doing, and what they did to the Kirihara family.

Sanada later dictated the story to a Hunter to be put in Kirihara Akaya’s record.]

Kirihara’s breath came out in short gasps; Sanada knew everything they had done to his family, straight from one of the monsters mouths! He had been the first one there. Had he saved him? Or had they already finished and decided just not to kill him?

He flipped the page and found a plain typed page, no letter head. It was as tattered and coloured as the first page.

[The following is the report given by the Vampire, dictated to Ryuzaki Sumire by the new Master of the City; Sanada Genichirou.]

New? What had happened to the old one? There couldn’t have been that much time between reports? What happened?

Kirihara scratched his head, maybe he’d just ask Yanagi-san? A small grin twitched his lips as he thought of the quiet Ancient. He seemed the most human out of the three, and for some reason was kind to him. Yanagi-san would help him.

Looking down at the file he wished someone else was there with him. He wasn’t sure if he could read through the next page …in fact, he knew he couldn’t. But he had to.

[The Vampire sits before me on the floor in the bloody bedroom of the child. The female was painting the walls with the woman’s blood while they raped the child.]

Kirihara choked on his coffee. He re-read the last line …no. That couldn’t be what’s written. No. NO.

[We were too late to save either adult, and for that I’m sorry. We had heard about the movements of the rogue group, but my Master wouldn’t allow us to stop them while they were still out of our territory. When they did finally enter our city our Master sent us out too late.

We caught them while they were trying to change the child into one of them. He was close to death and still they drained him. I had to give the child some of my own blood to give him enough strength to survive, and to break the chain the one creature was creating with him. Yukimura and I executed three of the four Vampires, burning their bodies and delivering their heads to our Master. The fourth we made retell his story so the Organization could keep it on file.]

Kirihara cupped his hand over his mouth as his coffee burned up his throat. He could feel tears running down his cheeks but couldn’t move to wipe them away. They were trying to change him; they were trying to make him one of them. They were trying to make him a Child Vampire. Sanada saved him. He literally saved his life. Not only did he have some random Vampire’s blood in his veins, he had Sanada’s as well. Sanada was a part of his body.

[“We had watched the family for a few days. Daddy worked days while mommy stayed home to watch him. He was such a pretty baby, I wanted him. Our group was so lonely.”

He’s insane; many young ones without a Master turn out that way. They had stalked the family enough to learn that the father returned shortly after dark. They followed families with small children, looking for one they could keep. There were several others they tried to turn, but all the other children died during the attempt and didn’t awaken.

“Daddy was hard to take down, he screamed for pretty mommy to hide Akaya as he stood his ground. We ripped out his throat, men don’t taste nearly as good as women do. So we took after her, and guess where she led us? Right to the baby. I don’t like women, but the others did. They raped her, taking turns battering her poor parts. I got to hold the baby. Hm? What? Oh, of course I made him watch. He tried to look away, but I made him keep his eyes open. He squirms so deliciously you know. And he screams so nice. After they were done fucking her they tore her apart. The walls looked so pretty painted in her blood. I was horny by that point so …I had my fun. His little body was so tight and so cute. Aha, don’t want to hear it handsome? You look like you’re gonna be sick? Yes, I finger-fucked a little boy, maybe you should try it?”]

The table rattled as Kirihara jumped to his feet and raced to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees in front of the toilet as he threw up. Even when his body was empty he continued to dry heave. Tears streamed down his cheeks and caught in his eyelashes. He collapsed onto his side and started screaming.

His voice cracked and his throat was dry and still he continued to scream. When his voice finally quit he still screamed. Memories his subconscious had locked away came back; hands on him, in him. A soft voice cooing in his ear as his mother screamed in agony. Laughing, all around him, and singing. The female vampire held one of his mothers severed arms as she trailed it along the wall singing some random tune he had never heard. The vampire who had his hands on him had soft hair. It was long enough to brush his cheeks and neck as he bent over him.

That’s why he never liked bottoming during sex; it was his body’s natural defense against the memories.

The Vampire’s hands were soft, but cold as death. His mouth hurt wherever it touched him, made him feel weak. He kept putting his wrist to his mouth, made him swallow. He didn’t want to, it hurt so bad. The world kept fading in and out, but he didn’t understand why.

A deep voice suddenly broke through the darkness and something was forced into his mouth, it was hot. Too hot, it burned, but it made him feel better.

Kirihara cried, hands pressed to his mouth. He pulled himself back up to the toilet and tried to force himself to vomit again. Sticking his fingers down his throat only forced him to gag and dry-heave. He could still feel their hands on him, taste blood in his mouth. He tried to scream again but could only manage a hoarse whisper. His entire body felt cold and a tremble wracked his body at odd intervals. Ripping his shirt from his back he crawled into the shower in just his jeans and turned on the hot water. It burned his skin, but still their hands lingered on him. He could feel fingers pressing into him.

Sanada’s fingers pressing into him. His hands on him, holding him down and bringing him off. He raked his nails down the shower tiles, the dull pain of torn nails barely registering in his mind. His savior was no better than the monsters who took his parents. His soaked jeans weighed him down and he slid down the wall until he as able to collapse in the tub. His pale skin was flaming red from the heat. His hair was plastered to his head and face. The stitches burned but they were healing, he was due back to get them removed soon anyways.

He needed to get out of the bathroom.

He needed to get back to the file.

Fumbling with the taps he managed to turn the water off. The bathroom was silent again. He crawled out of the bathtub and stripped off his soaked jeans. He brushed his teeth several times; all he could taste was stomach acid and blood. Even after the third brush he could still taste blood.

He staggered to his room completely naked and collapsed beside his dresser. His legs trembled and another wave of tears overtook him. He hunched over his legs, pressing his face to his knees with his arms crossed over his chest, and cried.

When only quiet sobs and a small tremble were left he pulled himself up using the dresser and dragged out a pair of sweat pants. He pulled them over his damp skin, droplets of water still clinging to his arms and chest. He shook his head and ruffled his hair, it was still soaked.

Shuffling, he managed to get back to the living room. His legs threatened to give out on him the entire way. Only when he was next to the couch did they buckle.

He turned the next few pages he had been reading. He didn’t care what else was written there, he didn’t want to know.

The next page was another official report; Organization letterhead, typed. It was written in points, almost as if it was written quickly to be fleshed out later, but they never got around to it.

[Echizen residence attacked.

Child supposed to be killed because of blood transfer.

Sanada refused, took child to Echizen residence.

Child survived night thanks to Sanada’s blood.

Next night Master of City ordered everyone involved executed.

Echizen seriously injured, wife injured, infant fine.]

Kirihara frowned, what exactly did that all mean? He flipped the page and found a note written on the back in pen.

[Sumire, sorry this is all I managed to write. I’ve been kinda busy, as you know. Nanjiroh is fine, but as you’ve probably already heard, his wife is making him quit. Not that I blame her. Her magic was the only thing that saved their lives. The Kirihara kid survived the night. Sanada told me that their Master doesn’t allow child Vampires and since there was a high chance that the kid would die in the night and rise as a Vampire anyway, he put out an order of execution on him. For some reason Sanada didn’t kill the kid, I don’t know why, and he wouldn’t tell me anything. Thanks to him the Echizen family is alive. He challenged the Master and killed him, thus making him the new Master. That’s a good thing though? I Guess we’ll find out?]

The note wasn’t signed, so Kirihara didn’t know who wrote it. It was long enough ago that the Hunter very well could have passed away before he joined.

The page underneath it was newer, the paper still white. It was typed on regular paper and dated almost like journal entries. It was clipped to several other papers, and he flipped through them quickly to realize they were all typed the same.

The paragraph at the top was small, almost like a quick introduction.

[Kirihara Akaya, now age 13. Has been having many problems in school, the blood seems to be driving him insane. When he was younger it only manifested when he was angry; his eyes would turn red, but now he is becoming more aggressive.

If he becomes too aggressive he may become a danger to himself and those around him. For now he only starts fights when provoked, he doesn’t seek them out.

Once he enters high school a permanent tail will be placed on him. Kamio Akira, another with the blood, will be in a neighboring school and will be asked to keep an eye on him. He will interact with Kirihara only when we ask him, and according to his reports we will know if he should be brought in or not.]

Kirihara’s mouth fell open. Kamio was following him?

The journal entries underneath were dated and timed, descriptions of what he was doing, of his home, of every little detail of his schooling. He flipped the other pages and they were all the same. Kamio was keeping an eye on him, and telling the organization exactly what he did day to day.

The later pages were dated when he was in Grade 12, when he had started hunting on his own. Kamio documented his hunts and requested permission to intervene.

[Kirihara found another nest, he burned it down with the creatures inside. Kid just got parole and he’s already burning down buildings. He got into another fight in school, his eyes turned red. I’m afraid that his temper is getting worse, and the blood is getting stronger. He’s jumping higher and running faster than the other kids.]

Kirihara sneered. How long was Kamio supposed to be watching him? After they met was everything they did written in a report? Was everything they did just an order?

His chest heaved, he was played by Kamio.

The ringing doorbell made him jump, scattering the file on the floor. The door opened and Kamio strolled into the apartment. Kirihara jumped to his feet. Was Kamio sent to check up on him now too?

“The fuck do you want Kamio!?” He snarled.

“Whoa!” Kamio arched an eyebrow and held his hands up in defense, “what the hell is-“ he noticed the scattered papers on the floor and realization hit him like a ton of bricks, “Akaya …where did you get that?”

Kirihara looked over his shoulder at the file, “oh, that, it’s an interesting read.”

“Akaya, we need to talk …you don’t understand.”

“No, I think I understand pretty well, did Tezuka send you to check up on me this time too?”

Kamio shook his head, “Akaya, please, let’s just sit down.”

“You were just acting on orders too, huh? That’s why you came up to me, that’s why we met.”

Kamio was still shaking his head, “Akaya please.”

“Did Ryuzaki tell you to fuck me too?” Kirihara flashed his teeth as he snarled.

“It’s not like that!” Tears prickled the corners of Kamio’s large blue eyes.

“Not like what? Hey Kamio bring him to the Organization, soften him up, maybe suck his dick?”

“No!” Kamio screamed, “yes, they told me to watch you, yes, they told me to document your actions-“

“Oh you did that perfectly well, I almost forgot I had English homework that day. I’m surprised you didn’t tell them how often I masturbate, you told them everything else.” Kirihara’s voice rose to border a scream.

“Akaya, you don’t understand! They wanted me to watch you because I’m the same as you! I have Vampire blood in me too, they thought I’d relate to you better, they wanted me to befriend you!” Kamio tried to explain.

“Befriend? Why, so I wouldn’t suspect that you’re writing a fucking report on me?”

“No!” Kamio shook his head, he tried to approach the other Hunter but Kirihara stepped back and threw his hand up in warning.

“Don’t even fucking come near me you fucking whore,” the back of Kirihara’s legs bumped the table hard enough to knock over his empty coffee mug.

“Please,” Kamio begged, “Akaya I slept with you because I wanted to, not because of an order.”

Kirihara tilted his head “I’m supposed to believe that? Did you document how good of a fuck I am for future reference?” He flipped through the rest of the reports, “maybe how I like to bend you over the side of the bed and fuck your ass hard from behind? Or maybe how you scream my name when you come?”

Kamio was crying by that point in time, “don’t do this to me Akaya.”

Kirihara spun and threw the file at him, “look what you did to me!” He screamed. “My entire fucking life in a report for anyone to read! You took my privacy and turned it into a play by play! You became my friend because you were told to! How do I know what’s real? How can I trust you? How do I know everything I say won’t end up in a fucking report!?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Kamio begged, “I was just doing my job!”

“Do you still report on me?”

“What?” Kamio sniffed and rubbed his eyes.

“DO YOU STILL REPORT ON ME!?” Kirihara screamed and pointed to the files scattered all over his living room floor.

“Akaya please,” Kamio shook his head.

“ANSWER ME!”

“Yes.”

Kirihara’s eyes widened, his body felt light as shock took over. Even now Kamio was going back to Tezuka and letting him know everything that happened. “You …dirty …fucking …rat …”

“No, Akaya, I’m only sending them updates. They just want to know if you’re showing any signs of the blood. That’s it!”

“That’s why you’re always here, that’s why you always ask me to do a job with you …so you can keep a fucking eye on me!?” Kirihara’s voice was quiet with shock.

“No, that’s not true! I’m here because I want to be, I ask you on jobs because I like working with you! Tezuka asks that I only tell him if I think something might be wrong, other than that I don’t have to tell him anything!” Kamio waved his hands as he tried to explain.

“So why do you still have sex with me? You don’t have to be here, you have Shinji, yet I still find you here spreading your legs for me.”

Kamio withdrew like he had been slapped, “Shinji and I aren’t working out. We try, but it doesn’t really work. I keep coming back to you because I want you.” He turned his head as he blushed.

“What do you report to Tezuka?”

Kamio rubbed at his eyes again, “signs of the blood. Random aggression, your eyes turning red when you’re angry,” he rubbed his nose as he sniffed, eyes never leaving the ground, “or anything else out of place. But you haven’t shown signs of anything lately, so I haven’t had to report to Tezuka.”

“You said you had the blood too, were you watched?” Kirihara’s voice was bitter.

Kamio nodded, “only until they realized that I never got enough to be an issue. I just got enough to be only a little super human.”

“That’s why you’re really fast?”

“But have no stamina, yeah.” Kamio nodded.

“Well aren’t you just fucking lucky,” Kirihara hissed. “Get the fuck out of my apartment, if you need a piece of ass, go find Tachibana. I’m done with you.”

“No, no, Akaya, please, don’t say that! Don’t do this! Please!” Kamio begged, clasping his hands together.

“Get the fuck out!” Kirihara screamed and pointed to the door.

“That’s why I was assigned to Tachibana-san’s crew, so he could keep an eye on me. Even now! Even though my exposure was far less than yours, I’m still watched too! I'm not constantly monitored but Tachibana-san took it upon himself to keep an eye on me, I'm watched Akaya. So is-“ Kamio clamped his hands over his mouth.

“So is?” Kirihara frowned.

Kamio shook his head, “I’m not supposed to tell anyone. I found out by accident, and he made me swear not to tell any of the Hunters.”

“You’re fucking rambling. Just get out of here.”

Kamio shook his head and stood his ground, “don’t shut me out, please, please don’t!”

Kirihara sighed in frustration, “what don’t you fucking get!? You’re a dirty little snitch! Go tell Tachibana while you bend over for him that I kicked you out of my apartment!”

“I’ve never slept with Tachibana-san!” Kamio growled.

“I’m supposed to believe that?” Kirihara laughed bitterly. “From what I’ve heard you’ve been doing a lot of the Hunters. I wasn’t joking when I told you it wasn’t hard to find out who you’ve been sleeping with.” He shook his head and snorted, he was getting tired of this. He squatted down to start collecting the papers he had tossed, it wasn’t one of his brighter moments but it had made him feel better.

“Oh, because YOU’RE so pure!” Kamio hissed, finally losing his temper.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Kirihara glanced up at the fuming red-head through the tangle of his damp bangs.

“You think word hasn’t gotten around about who YOU have been fucking? Seems Ryoma is your new favorite toy. Well, next to the Master of the City that is …”

Kirihara didn’t register his body moving until he had hit the ground, Kamio underneath him. He slammed the other Hunters shoulders into the ground and drew his fist back. Kamio, being the quicker of the two, had managed to get a foot up into Kirihara’s abdomen and with a grip on his shirt flipped him head over heels. Kirihara flew into the entryway and slid into the front door, the wooden door rattled dangerously on its hinges. Kirihara climbed to his feet in time to catch Kamio’s fist in the jaw. He collapsed back against the door, ears ringing. When the other Hunter approached he lashed out with a backhand and caught Kamio off-guard. Grabbing his shoulders he spun them around to slam Kamio against the door.

“You EVER fucking say that again and I’ll kill you!” His entire body burned, rage building in the pit of his stomach.

“Jesus Christ Akaya, your eyes, relax! I’m sorry!” Kamio’s eyes were wide with fear.

Eyes? Kirihara rubbed his eyes with his knuckles, “you have no idea what Sanada did to me! Don’t you DARE talk about it like that!” He slammed Kamio’s shoulders into the door again. His anger didn’t subside, if anything it became worse. He wanted to smash Kamio into the door until which ever one broke first. He tightened his grip on Kamio’s shoulders, fingernails breaking skin.

“I’m sorry to do this …”

Kirihara felt the barrel of Kamio’s gun press up between his ribs. The cold steel felt like a harsh slap in the face and his rage left in a rush. He slowly released Kamio and held his hands up as he stepped back.

Kamio’s chest heaved as he cried, body trembling.

“Kamio I …”

The Hunter shook his head, “no, I was out of line …just …don’t touch me.” He had never come face to face with Kirihara’s demonic side, and wished now that he never had. “I’m sorry.” He slipped his gun back into his shoulder holster and fumbled behind himself for the door.

Kirihara kicked his shoes towards him, “going to report this to Tezuka?”

Kamio froze in his attempt to toe on his shoes, “you know I have to …”

The terrified look on Kamio’s face remained behind his eyes, and even though Kirihara tried to get angry, he couldn’t get past the fact that he terrified his friend enough to draw a weapon on him. Kirihara turned from the Hunter and knotted his fingers in his hair. “Get the fuck out!!”

His knees hit the ground when the door closed.
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