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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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No, I don't understand it either. I have no idea where all this shit is coming from ...I'm kind of creeping myself out too.

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CHAPTER 21

The file stuffed inside his jacket felt heavier than any paper really had the right to be. He didn’t bother trying to finish reading the file; he had read enough as is. He wanted it to make his time worth while, and it had. Now he was paying the price for his curiosity.

Kirihara barely slept that night; every time he shut his eyes his mind replayed what he had read. The file had triggered all his suppressed memories, but they were still the memories of a child. Fragments, noises, feelings, that was all that came back to him. It was still more than he wanted.

Everything had gone according to plan, and it wasn’t until he crawled out of bed early that morning that he realized there was a slight flaw.

He secured a way to get the file out of Tezuka’s office …he just never came up with a way to get it back in.

He signed in at the front desk and then went into the elevator. Slip it under Tezuka’s door? Yeah, wonder who took the file about ‘Kirihara Akaya’ without Tezuka’s knowledge or permission? Wait until Tezuka leaves the office and slip it back in? Who knew how long THAT would take, and he was supposed to meet Ryoma to start their rounds again looking for that kid.

Kirihara banged his forehead lightly against the metal wall of the lift. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The door opened on his floor and he looked up in time to see Tezuka walk past and into the large office room. Hunters looked up from their desks in greeting as he passed, their voices loud in the hallway.

Holy shit someone liked him!

Walking a little quicker than necessary he darted up to Tezuka’s office, he had no idea how long Tezuka was going to be away so he needed to be quick! He skidded on the carpet in front of the door, hands thumping against the wood as he stopped himself. He leaned his shoulder against it as he checked behind him and opened the door. With one last look he slipped into the bright office - Tezuka was going to return soon if he left the lights on. Jumping over and around boxes he reached the filing cabinet. He jerked on the door he got his file out of and found it locked.

Of course.

Cursing feverishly he fumbled for his tools and unlocked the door. He cursed again and wished he had paid closer attention to where he pulled the file from!

Alphabetical order. Of course.

He pushed the file into the most likely place and shut the drawer.

“Ah, I figured it was you who took the file.”

Well, fuck. Kirihara sighed and hung his head, nothing like getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar. He dropped his hand from where it was still wrapped around the little metal handle and turned to face Tezuka. If you’re going down, might as well go with dignity.

Tezuka was leaning against the closed office door, coffee mug clasped in his left hand. “I assume you read it?”

Kirihara nodded, it was a little late to try lying. No sir, I only took the file to …look at it while it was closed? Oh yeah, Tezuka would buy that.

“Then I guess it’s also pretty safe to assume that we need to talk?” Tezuka sighed and uncurled himself before crossing to his desk. He perched on the edge facing the door, effectively putting his back to the other Hunter.

Kirihara slowly crept around the side of the desk until he was facing Tezuka; that also put him closer to the door in case he needed to make an unmanly exit.

“Did you read the complete file?” Tezuka’s voice was casual as he sipped his coffee.

Kirihara shook his head, “no, not all of it.”

Tezuka nodded in understanding, “maybe that’s for the better. But knowing you, you still have questions, correct?”

Kirihara nodded again, this was just too weird. “Why aren’t you mad at me? I stole it out of your office and now you’re going to talk to me about it?”

The Organization didn’t operate like a normal business; Hunters were neither hired nor fired. That small fact was most likely the only think keeping Kirihara employed. Hunters would come and go as they wished, most joined because they had seen the brutal side of the night and wanted to help those who hadn’t. There was still a reward and punishment system, but that was mostly to keep order amongst the ranks.

Tezuka shrugged, “what’s done is done. You’re more of a danger not knowing the full truth than you are knowing it.”

Kirihara frowned, he was pretty sure he was just insulted, but now quite sure how. “So you’ll answer any questions I have then?”

“To the best of my abilities, yes.”

It might not have been the most important question, but it was somewhere for him to start, “Sanada saved me that night?”

“Sanada-SAN. Yes he did.”

“Did he kill the last Vampire he took the statement from too?”

Tezuka smiled softly, “now I know where you stopped reading. Yes, he did. After the Vampire gave certain details Sanada left the room and had Yukimura listen to his statement. Afterwards Sanada executed the Vampire in the most …violent method he could think of.”

Kirihara smiled, but even to him it felt like more of a sneer. How nice of Sanada to decide that when someone ELSE was doing it to him it was disgusting.

“What happened to Echizen Nanjiroh?”

Tezuka took another slow sip of his coffee, watching Kirihara over the rim of his mug. “Sanada took you to their home instead of leaving you for the police to find …or someone worse. If he had left you it was certain you would not have survived the night, for one reason or another. That is why the police reports say you wandered there, editing the truth. The Master had given Sanada, his second-in-command so to speak, strict instructions that if you had been turned, or almost turned, he was to execute you. He was to behead you and burn the body. If he failed, there were others to do it for him. Instead of doing as his Master ordered, he gave you his blood to strengthen your life force and took you to where he knew you would be safe. Once the Master found out what Sanada did he sent out his personal force to kill anyone involved. Before Sanada could get back to the house Nanjiroh-san and Rinko-san had to use all their efforts to protect themselves and you. Sanada arrived in time to save Nanjiroh, who had been fatally injured. Unfortunately, Rinko-san blames you. If Sanada hadn’t brought you into their house her husband and her child would have never been in danger.”

Kirihara snorted, he had pretty much gathered that one on his own. At least now he knew WHY she hated him. Deep down, he really couldn’t blame her.

“After that Sanada went back to the Master and challenged him. In the Vampire world, to become the Master of the City an underling must formally challenge the current Master and defeat him. In other words, they must kill the Master to take his spot. Once Sanada killed him he put on an elaborate funeral to keep up all fronts the old Master had set up. That is also why Sanada is still known throughout the Government, and why he has been able to bend the human systems to protect his people.

“So that’s why Sanada-san is the Master and not the more powerful Yukimura-san?”

Tezuka nodded, “right. Sanada, for all appearances, is just a young millionaire. Influential family name and ties to many other politicians and wealthy families. Yukimura on the other hand …looks younger than his fourteen human years, and his name has slipped away into history. He would not fit well into this world like Sanada has managed.”

“Why would they want me killed even if I hadn’t been fully converted?”

“Because of the amount of blood transferred and the fact that Sanada’s blood is ancient and strong in itself, there was the chance that your young body would die in the night and still rise.”

Kirihara felt a fine tremble building in his muscles, the edges of his eyes were starting to itch and a slow burn was building in his stomach. “It’s because of their blood, and Sanada’s blood, that I’m so fucked up! It’s their fault I’m being watched and monitored like some convict! Like I’m some wild animal!” The hatred and rage that had been slowly building from the night before came back with a vengeance and now he had somewhere to direct it.

Tezuka sat the mug on the table behind himself and stood up. He held his hands loosely at his sides, his feet wide enough to give his body support. Kirihara’s eyes had just turned red – he was preparing himself for the worst.

“You had Kamio report to you after he was around me! All because you think I’m some sort of fucking danger? How the hell would you like to be studied and have your entire life in a fucking report!” His eyes burned like the time with Kamio, only now, the one he was directing his anger at wasn’t scared.

Kirihara wanted him to be scared. How dare he stand there looking smug! How dare he look down on him with pity!

“Actually, I do know what it’s like.”

“Bullshit!” Kirihara’s voice was deeper, rumbling in his throat with a growl.

“I’ve had as much Vampire blood as you’ve had, only all of mine came from an Ancient. I am also a witch.”

Kirihara’s eyes narrowed, give a witch Vampire blood and it only makes their natural gifts stronger. His rage only seemed to want to grow and consume. Fuck Tezuka. His blood made him a better witch, made him stronger! Kirihara’s blood made him a danger! In all reality he had no reason to be mad at Tezuka, but for the life of him couldn’t figure out how to direct his rage anywhere else.

“Do they have a nice little file tucked away with your life in it?” He spat.

“They do. And it is continuously updated with any new information I, or any of the Elites feel should be in it.” Tezuka’s voice remained the deep soothing calm he used on all the Hunters when they grew agitated.

“Then you know what it’s like! Yet you still had Kamio double cross me!”

“It was necessary.” Tezuka knew the conversation had taken a dangerous angle and slowly started to build his walls around himself.

“Necessary!? What am I, some sort of murderer?! You guys are treating me like I’m dangerous!” Kirihara screamed.

“You are unpredictable …unfortunately that makes you dangerous.”

Something deep inside Kirihara snapped. The burning in his eyes seemed to bleed out to his skin, even the roots of his hair tingled. “Dangerous? I’ll show you fucking dangerous!” Without meaning to, or even realizing how he did it, he felt his rage leave in a rush. Like it had been flung from him. He momentarily saw what looked like a small gust of wind sweep up to catch whatever he had just thrown at Tezuka; but his was too powerful, and too fast.

The force of the energy leaving caused him to black out, it was like being back under Yukimura’s spell. His eyes darted around but he saw nothing, he heard nothing, felt nothing. He tried to wiggle his fingers but couldn’t seem to remember how. Lights exploded behind his eyes when he felt himself get knocked back into the wall. His mind spun as his senses seemed to come back online, like a forced reboot. He found his arms clinging to something, his heels digging into something firm.

What the hell.

His sluggish mind finally registered the movements of his hands, of them being locked against the wall by a vice-like grip. A ragged moan reached his ears before he realized it was him moaning, his mouth was forced open and someone’s tongue pushed in.

The whole blacking out and waking up the middle of sex was going to get real old, real fast.

Especially when it was with ones boss.

Tezuka had forced him up against the wall, and he had apparently gone willingly. His mind screamed at him to stop, but it was almost like his mind was stuck inside someone else’s body. His senses became almost hyper-active to every touch, he could feel every little detail down to the imprint of the whirls of Tezuka’s fingertips.

What the fuck was going on?!

He tried to shout, but all his throat felt like doing was moaning encouragingly. Tezuka released his wrists and he felt his pants drop. Yet, both of Tezuka’s hands were in his line of view. That meant he just removed his own pants. Fantastic. What the hell was wrong with him?

His skin was still burning, and from the feel of Tezuka’s hands, so was his. It was almost as if his rage had infected them both.

Tezuka’s hands were on his thighs again, lifting him up. He really should stop, but all he could do was moan. His arms were around Tezuka’s shoulders, helping him to support his weight as he undid his own pants. His body wanted this, even if his mind didn’t. He couldn’t fight his own body! A loud moan was ripped from his throat when Tezuka plunged into him in one hard thrust.

Kirihara bucked against him, his body stretching to allow for Tezuka’s size. It didn’t hurt like he was expecting, he was practically a virgin and yet his body accepted with only minimal pain? He felt his muscles ripple around the length in him and they both moaned. This was wrong, this wasn’t his body!

If this was what his body did when his rage took over, he was terrified to think of what it was going to do when it calmed back to normal.

Tezuka pulled his hips away from the wall for a better angle and continued to slam into him. Kirihara’s mind screamed that this was bad, but his body screamed that it wasn’t enough. His hands tore at Tezuka’s shoulders as he screamed in frustration. He kissed Tezuka roughly, teeth pulling at his bottom lip. He wanted more, he wanted it harder.

Tezuka growled and kissed him back, teeth snapping as they fought for dominance. Tezuka pulled out of him and turned to throw him to the floor.

Great! Now he could escape! Instead, his body fought his natural urge to flee and sprawled him out on the floor, arms stretched out in front. He tucked his knees beneath him to hold his backside up in the air in invitation. He screamed in frustration when Tezuka didn’t immediately fill him.

What was he? A bitch in heat!?

He heard Tezuka growl before he dropped to his knees behind him. Tezuka raked his nails down Kirihara’s back, making him realize that at some point between the wall and the floor he had lost his shirt. He pushed up onto his hands and thrust back at Tezuka. Hurry up! Tezuka’s nails bit into his hips as he grabbed him and forced himself back inside.

Kirihara screamed again, nails scratching at the tiled floor. Another burn started low in his stomach and all he could do was scream. Tezuka pushed down in the middle of his back to get him to angle his hips back and Kirihara heard himself cry out in surprise as he came. Almost as if a veil had been lifted, Kirihara came back to himself with a gasp. His mind swooned and he dropped forward onto his elbows. Everything seemed brighter, to the point his eyes actually hurt from trying to focus. The hyper-sensitivity left and the grip on his hips was strong, but no longer felt like it was going to break him. Tezuka thrust into him a few more times before he came with a deep growl. As Kirihara expected, Tezuka gasped and collapsed backwards, freeing him to topple onto his side.

Tezuka leaned back against his hands, blinking rapidly. He shook his head trying to figure out what happened. He fumbled around behind him and found his glasses. He shoved them onto his nose and cursed in shock.

“What the hell was that!?” Tezuka groaned, shifting around to straighten his pants.

“Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing,” Kirihara chuckled weakly; his throat was dry and cracked from screaming.

Tezuka gingerly climbed to his feet, “Jesus Christ!” He slumped forward, bracing his hands on his knees.

“Pulled muscles you didn’t even realize you had?” Kirihara craned his neck back to look at Tezuka. The Hunter was pale, but he probably didn’t look any better. His auburn hair was tousled and damp at the hairline. His pants were re-buttoned and his belt was done back up. A few buttons on his shirt were missing and there was an unmistakable scratch at his collar.

Tezuka attempted to frown at him, but his expression softened, “did I hurt you?” He asked quietly.

The look on Tezuka’s face told Kirihara everything he needed to know. He looked as shitty as he felt. “I’ll let you know when I get the feeling back in my lower extremities.” He could feel semen between his legs, and probably blood as well. His hips were sore and the feeling that was coming back into his legs was a dull throb. He carefully rolled onto his back to try and locate his clothing. “Let’s not make a habit out of this …” he tried for humor but the hoarse whisper that was left of his voice ruined the effect.

“Look, Akaya, I’ll understand if you feel the need to-“

Kirihara waved his hand in the air as best he could, “Tezuka-san, I seem to remember taking off my own pants. Neither of us know what the fuck just happened, so as far as I’m concerned, we’re both victims …I’m just the one that got the short end of the stick.”

Tezuka sighed and kicked his jeans closer to him, “I really have no idea what the hell happened. What did you throw at me?”

Kirihara slowly pushed himself into a seated position to wiggle into his pants, “I really don’t know …kind of felt like my rage?”

“Rage?” Tezuka frowned.

“Yeah, I felt out of control, like my anger just wanted …out? I guess. I was so pissed off and it had somewhere to go.” Kirihara shrugged.

Tezuka opened his mouth to reply but the phone rang and cut him off. He leaned over the desk and picked up the receiver.

The pain in his legs had developed from a dull throb to a sharp ache, and all seemed to be centered around his lower back and upper thighs. He didn’t want to sit, stand, or move …at all. He found his shoes and slipped his feet back into them. How the hell had they come off?

“AKAYA!”

He turned around in time to catch his shirt in the face.

Tezuka grabbed his jacket off the floor and ran out of the room, yelling, “Kaidoh found the kid!” over his shoulder.

“Wait, what!?” Kirihara scrambled to get his clothing on before he followed Tezuka out of the office. “Fuck!” At the end of the hall a bunch of Hunters had grouped in front of the elevator. Just what he needed! He was pretty sure the entire building had heard what he and Tezuka had just done.

Yanagisawa Shinya, a member of Akazawa Yoshiroh’s team and Kisarazu Atsushi’s partner, glanced over his shoulder as Kirihara approached. “Yo Akaya, you okay da ne?”

Kirihara winced, here we go, “yeah? Why?”

“No offence man, but you and Tezuka sounded like you were trying to kill one another. We were going to go and see if everything was alright da ne, but honestly, we’re more scared of Tezuka than we are of you.”

Kirihara bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from smiling, no one guessed what they had really been doing, “thanks, but I’m fine. Really.” Something was finally going right.

Yanagisawa nodded and followed the rest of the group to the stairwell. It echoed with the sounds of Hunters clamoring to the first floor. The elevator may have been faster, but it also had a load limit.

The younger Hunters were filtering in around the same time as Kaidoh, all had received a call as soon as Tezuka, and were racing to get back to the Organization. The older Hunters that were there, instead of on a job, were already in the lobby waiting.

The Blond secretary had quickly gone around the front entrance and locked the doors and pulled down the floor-length blinds. The kid was brought in through the garage entrance by Kaidoh who had a firm grip on the back of his black sweater. Momoshiro trailed behind, several other younger Hunters behind him.

The Older Hunters hissed and cursed at the kid as he was shoved through them, his large eyes widened in shock and his smile never faltered. Tezuka ushered the Hunters away from him and allowed Kaidoh to lead him to the elevators.

“Take him to one of the smaller conference rooms on the fourth floor,” Tezuka ordered.

Kaidoh nodded and pushed the smaller boy into the elevator; Oishi glared at the Hunter for being so rough and stepped into the elevator behind them.

“Holy shit!” A Hunter exclaimed before the elevators closed, “he really does look like that new rookie!”

“Hey Tezuka, I think you might need to do a background check on your little rookie!”

The Hunters laughed uproariously, Ryoma slipped out from behind another young Hunter and rolled his eyes. They were easily the same height, and both were slight of build with large dark eyes and short black hair. The kid wore a black toque, and Ryoma had switched his customary ball cap for a black fedora that day. If one wasn’t watching closely, they could have easily been mistaken for one another.

He grabbed Kirihara by the elbow to get his attention as the Hunter turned to follow the group back upstairs.

“You were supposed to meet me, what happened?” He frowned at Kirihara.

Ah shit, “I uh …got held up …” against the wall in Tezuka’s office, actually.

“Oh,” Ryoma frowned harder, as if trying to determine if Kirihara was lying. He waited for a further explanation, and when he realized he wasn’t going to get one he changed the subject, “so this is the kid that’s been gathering stuff from Hunters to curse them with?”

Kirihara nodded, he couldn’t forget the face of that kid if he tried.

Tezuka pulled Yuuta aside when the Hunter passed. Yuuta flinched at the contact and politely asked Tezuka to remove his hand.

“Telepath, gets stronger with contact,“ he shrugged. He saw something in Tezuka’s mind that he really wished he hadn’t. He didn’t know what to make of it and didn’t really want to; there was anger and confusion in his mind …a lot of it.

Tezuka apologized before dropping his voice, “I would never ask this of you if I had another option. I need you to sit in with us when we interview him. Normally I’d ask your brother, but he is still asleep, and all of my shape shifters are elsewhere.”

Yuuta nodded in understanding, “anything I can do to be of help.”

Kirihara hung back when the other Hunters rushed back up the stairs to beat the elevator to the fourth floor. Their heavy feet rang up the stairwell, the sound bouncing off the walls up and down the entire flight. He really wasn’t in the mood to be jostled around by full grown men. He had had enough of full grown men for one day. His legs trembled in pain as he slowly made his way up the stairs, hands gripping the guard rail a little tighter than necessary. Ryoma had snuck away from him to follow Momoshiro, leaving him thankfully alone.

He pushed the door open to the fourth floor and jumped when Inui stepped in front of it.

“I would like to speak to you for a moment,” the doctor held the heavy door open for Kirihara to step around.

“Uh …okay?” What the hell was it now?

“Preferably in my office.”

Fucking yay. He sighed in resignation and followed the taller man into the elevator. Today was just NOT his day. The doors closed behind him and Inui pressed the floor button to start their incline.

“What’s this about Inui-sensei?” Did he really want to know? No. But with Inui it was always better to be aware of what you were walking into.

Inui adjusted his glasses, “Tezuka explained to me on our way up to the conference room what had transpired between the two of you. He requested a full physical to make sure he had not caused too much damage to you. Because neither of you understand what happened, he thought I may want to run a few tests to make sure your foreign levels are still manageable.”

Check your foreign levels, a nice way of saying making sure the Vampire blood in you isn’t going ape-shit and eating your normal blood cells.

Inui placed his hand on Kirihara shoulder as the door opened, “shall we?”

Kirihara learned the hard way that there was one thing similar about the Organization’s clinic and space …no one could hear you scream.
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