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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'm supposed to be doing a research project, gotta love how I prioritize. I don't feel so bad making Sanada an asshole, I read a fic here where someone else made him a jerk. So I feel better. Really, you can't tell that Akaya is my favorite character ...I'm such a bitch to him ...so don't worry, I don't get it either.

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CHAPTER 22

“Name?”

“Dan Taichi.” He said softly, peeking at the other men through his eyelashes.

The boy sat upright in the hard backed chair they brought in for him. His back was to one of the large windows, a long conference table the only thing between himself and Tezuka. He had pulled off his hat and sat it on the table next to a can of juice. His smile had stayed in place the entire time, through all the heckling and rude comments from the Hunters. Oishi was leaning against the tall windows behind him, arms crossed over his broad chest. His slicked back hair was slightly out of place, the only thing showing how concerned he was. Yuuta pulled a chair to the corner of the room where he could hear the conversation, but was not a part of it.

“You work for?” Tezuka asked. Even thought they knew the answers to many of the questions, they were using them as a control for Yuuta to base his judgments on.

“Akutsu Jin,” Dan answered, his replies never missing a beat.

Tezuka looked to Yuuta, who nodded. “And the witch?”

Dan shrugged, “I don’t know. Akutsu-san gives me a list of names and I just get hair and blood from each.”

“Who gives Akutsu the list?”

Dan shrugged again, “he doesn’t tell me.”

Yuuta frowned, “I’m pretty sure he’s telling the truth.” He shifted the chair around so he could lean his elbows against the back. This was a lot harder than he was expecting, all the concentrating was making him tired.

Tezuka leaned his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his hands, “so Akutsu, who we thought was the ring-leader, is actually receiving orders from someone else, and the only lead we have doesn’t know anything.” He removed his glasses and ran his fingers through his hair; this was getting them no where. “So, Dan-kun, do you know why Akutsu is here?”

Dan’s smile faltered for a moment, Yuuta hissed and pressed his fingers to his eyes.

Tezuka turned to regard the telepath, “what is it?”

“I just saw a rush of faces and places, kind of over-loaded me for a moment.” Yuuta shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face.

“Anyone you recognize?”

“They scanned by too fast, I couldn’t really catch much …but I think I saw Sanada-san and Atobe-san, as well as yourself? I might have seen some other Hunters but,” he shook his head, “I’m not sure.”

Tezuka turned back to face Dan, “what were you thinking Dan-kun?”

The kid smiled uneasily and shifted in his chair, “I can’t tell you, I’ll get in trouble, I’m sorry.”

Dan’s eyes suddenly unfocused, the hair on the back of Tezuka’s neck rose and he stiffened in shock.

“Shit!” Yuuta jumped, his chair skittering forward to topple on its side.

Tezuka stood abruptly, “what?” He waved back Oishi who also rushed forward.

“Something just pushed me out of his head, I was trying to get a look at the images he showed me by accident earlier and I was kicked out. Only something powerful could do that.” Yuuta staggered and leaned his hand against the wall behind him, “I saw Akutsu and his group of Vampires that attacked Sanada-san, they were talking to some others that I’ve never seen before. He was talking with a Vampire and two humans, I couldn’t see what they looked like. As soon as I saw that, though, I was pushed out. But I did get a glimpse of the Train station Downtown.”

“Did Dan-kun push you out?”

Yuuta shook his head, “no, he just works for a witch, he has no powers. Something went into his mind and pushed me out.”

Dan blinked rapidly, looking around the room in confusion, “is everything all right, desu?”

Tezuka looked to Yuuta who was still leaning against the wall trying to overcome the dizzy spell.

“No, he won’t know, his mind was blocked so he wouldn’t have any idea what happened to him.”

"Could it be the witch that pushed you out?" Tezuka asked.

"Doubt it, seems like the witch is more dark magic, it would take another psychic to do that. I've never known a psychic strong enough to do that, only Vampires have that level of power."

Oishi rubbed Yuuta’s arm comfortingly, “you going to be alright?”

Yuuta chuckled, “not really. Whatever that was hit me pretty hard, it’s going to take a while for it to wear off. But whatever just bumped me knows what Dan-kun was thinking.”

Tezuka frowned, “so that means?”

“They know where he is and what’s going on,” Yuuta shrugged.

Tezuka sighed; this was just what they needed. “Oishi, take Dan to get something to eat, and then take him to a solitary cell. We still need him, and maybe we can use that connection he has to his Masters to our advantage. Put all the Hunters on alert and possibly send some of the Rookie’s out to Sanada and Atobe’s. We don’t know if they’ll do anything, but I want everyone to be covered.”

Oishi nodded and helped Dan up from the chair. He led him out of the room with one last glance back at Tezuka, “are we going to be okay?”

“I hope so.”

The Solitary cells were lined along the hallway to the Vampire sleeping chamber. A few doors were closed tight, the full moon only a few days away. All rooms were small but furnished with a bed, a small arm chair with a lamp, a desk, and a television.

Dan gasped in surprise, “wow! This place is nicer than my apartment!”

Oishi smiled at the younger boy, “just because people need to be in here doesn’t mean they can’t be comfortable.”

Dan tilted his head, “need to be here?”

“This is usually a place for people infected with Lycanthrope to wait out the full moon.”

“Oh,” Dan nodded, made sense.

Oishi frowned for a moment, “how old are you Dan-kun?”

The boy smiled brightly, “twenty-two!”

“Jesus! That’s the same age as Echizen Ryoma, you look way younger!” Oishi’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Echizen? Oh, that’s the boy that everyone says looks like me!” Dan bounced on his toes.

Oishi nodded, ”look Dan-kun, if you need anything, there is a phone on the desk and the line goes directly to the front desk.”

Dan nodded and then his usually joyful expression sobered, “Oishi-san, I’m sorry if something bad happens to the people tonight because of what someone saw in my head. I don’t know who it could have been, Akutsu-san makes sure I don’t meet anyone outside of his inner circle.”

“Are you saying something is going to happen tonight?”

Dan shrugged one shoulder, “Fuji-san mentioned about someone seeing in my head and knowing what was going on …I know what the people are like that Akutsu-san is around, I just hope no one gets hurt.”

Oishi nodded slowly, “thank you.”

Kirihara groaned when he was finally back in the elevator. He settled back against the wall trying to take some of the weight off his feet. He was torn, but not badly. Fuck, he could have told Inui that. Other than that he was only bruised and scratched, Inui had given him a full physical and he was finally back in working order.

The elevator lights went down the few floors to the fourth, he felt like checking to see who was still lingering around. Maybe see if he could get some information on how the interview went. The doors opened and Ryoma jumped in shock. Kirihara stepped out around him; the Rookie had been standing outside of them talking to Momoshiro.

“Yo,” Kirihara greeted halfheartedly.

Ryoma crossed his arms and frowned, “where were you?”

“Clinic,” he answered.

Momoshiro winced, “you just have no luck do you? Well, Tezuka wants to see everyone, something about the kid having a link to someone and Yuuta and the kid thinking that we might be attacked or some shit because of it.”

Kirihara frowned, Momoshiro really needed to come with subtitles. Ryoma smirked at his partner, noticing Kirihara's confused blink.

Tezuka assigned all the Rookie’s to the guard duties the older Hunters had been on. With the Rookie’s being the prime targets Tezuka wanted them around someone more powerful than himself and split them up between the Organization, Sanada, and Atobe. The older’s were either sent home to rest, or put on guard at the Organization.

Tezuka didn’t send everyone out right away, he just told them to make sure they were at their destinations before sun down. Kirihara said good-bye to the other Hunters and made his way to his car. He was going home.

He wanted a shower. He would have also liked to crawl under a rock and stay there, but a shower would have to suffice. He could still feel the dull burn of rage in his stomach, a reminder of what it could become when he didn’t keep his anger in check. He wanted to forget everything he read and everything that had happened since then. Unfortunately it was a little too late for that. He just wanted to focus on the twins and the witch and everyone else’s problems! Was that so much to ask?

Why did he feel the need to know? Why did he have to be so driven to know the truth?! Look what good it did him.

The shower didn’t make him feel any better. He had managed to wash Tezuka’s scent from himself, but the feeling was still there. The familiar ache in his lower back, the perfect fingerprint bruises, the bite marks, everything was left that no amount of water could erase.

The fates were pushing him, but for what purpose? To see how much bullshit he could handle before he finally broke?

Time seemed to slip away from him and he finally realized what he was doing when he pulled into the large empty parking lot of a sickeningly familiar building. He shut off the engine and rested his forehead against the steering wheel.

“Get it together Akaya!” He cursed himself. He didn’t want to be here, or anywhere even near here. He wasn’t ready to deal with him, or any of them. He wasn’t sure he ever would be.

A tap on his window made him jump.

Yanagi opened the door for him with an apologetic smile. “Are you alright Akaya?”

“No,” no use lying to a Vampire.

Yanagi sighed but left it at that, “the other Hunters are already here waiting. I just came out to check on you since it’s already after dark.”

Ah shit, “yeah, was running a little behind.’

Yanagi frowned but nodded anyway. He led the Hunter through the parking lot and into the side door to the security room. Kisarazu Ryou straightened up from where he was leaning against the desk. His long black hair was tied back in a loose pony-tail, the only difference between him and his identical twin Atsushi.

“I’ll go get Genichirou,” Yanagi said as he left the room.

“Ryou, right?” Akaya unzipped his jacket and adjusted his holster. After the last time he guarded the building, he wasn’t about to be unprepared.

The twin nodded.

“How’s your brother?”

Ryou smiled slightly, “antsy to get back to work.”

Kirihara chuckled, “I bet.”

“Listen Kirihara, from the insight of a twin, you might want to watch yourself.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kirihara frowned. Riddles, just the thing he needed!

Ryou leaned against the desk again and crossed his ankles, elbows on the desk behind him, “you killed one of the twin fledglings right?” His jacket fell open to reveal his shoulder holster. He wasn't going to be caught off guard either.

Kiriahra’s eyes narrowed as he nodded, what was he getting at?

Ryou tilted his head as he thought for a moment, “if that had happened to Atsushi and myself, I would want revenge. Twins are two halves of a whole, and you took away one half.”

Great, cause he didn’t have enough to deal with. “So you’re saying I drove him crazy by killing his other half and now he’s out for revenge?”

“Who’s out for revenge?” Jackal walked up behind Kirihara and draped his arm around the smaller Hunter’s shoulders.

“Twin fledgling,” Kirihara leaned his head back onto Jackal’s shoulder so he could get a better look at him.

Jackal frowned, “so that means?”

“I apparently have to watch my ass,” Kirihara shrugged. “Weren’t you supposed to switch off with a younger Hunter?”

Jackal grinned, “I heard you were guarding here so I wanted to stay, just to keep an eye on you,” he winked down at the Hunter leaning on his shoulder.

The three Hunters turned abruptly when the elevator doors behind them chimed and slid open. Yanagi stepped out, followed by Sanada and Yukimura. The small Vampire nodded to the Hunters as he buttoned his jacket and slipped out the side door Kirihara had entered. Yanagi’s eyes flittered between Sanada and Kirihara, a frown creasing between his brows.

Jackal dropped his arm to allow Kirihara to turn around. As soon as his green eyes fell on Sanada he felt the dull burn in his stomach erupt. Jackal took a step away from him, eyes narrowed. He rubbed his arm that was closest to Kirihara as if it had been burned.

Sanada held Kirihara’s heated glare as he addressed the other two Hunters. Ryou nodded and slipped back in around the desk, leaning on it as he adjusted the computer settings. Jackal ruffled Kirihara’s hair in passing, flipping the safety off his gun.

Sanada dropped his voice, intending to speak to Kirihara only, “I gather you have something to say to me?”

“You said when I talk to Tezuka, then I can come talk to you!” He was burning, it was uncontrollable. It was worse than with Tezuka or Kamio, much worse. It was Sanada’s fault he was this way! If only he had let him die! He had heard a rumor that killing the head of a strain broke every chain he had created. He wondered mildly if it was true? His anger rolled, like a content cat, it liked that idea. Hurt him, make him pay, show him how much pain you’ve been in since then.

Sanada frowned, the barrage of thoughts and emotions he got from Kirihara was almost enough to floor him. He stepped back, careful not to stagger on his feet. “If that is what you want.”

Kirihara stalked past him to the elevator, jabbing his knuckle into the button to take them down to the basement. Yanagi quietly whispered to Sanada that he would keep an eye on the other Hunters, Sanada glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and nodded. When Yanagi left his side he directed his attention back to the enraged Hunter. His eyes scanned over the muscled back, jacket a little too small through the shoulders. What was Akaya up to?

Ryou stood up from the chair and leaned over the desk, watching as they disappeared into the elevator.

Kirihara watched Sanada out of the corner of his eye as they rode down to the basement. Unable to take it any longer he punched the emergency stop button.

“What the hell?” Sanada jolted against the wall when the elevator shook.

“I read your report.” Kirihara glared at the closed doors, trying to keep his temper in check. His hand was still resting against the panel and his fingers curled with suppressed rage. His torn nails creaked as they ran over the metal.

“My?”

“The recount you gave of what that …pedophile Vampire gave you!” He lost the battle with his temper and turned to face Sanada. The regular lights had turned off and only the emergency ones were on, washing everything with red.

“Ah, yes,” Sanada nodded.

“What makes you think you’re better than them?”

“Excuse me?” Sanada leaned back against the wall; he had a feeling they were going to be there for a while.

“I know what they did to me, after reading a bit of it my memory started to kind of come back. Funny thing though, is it’s kind of similar to what you did to me! What? Because you’re the Master of this shit hole of a city you think you can assault anyone? Just because we’re poor little Mortals we’re so far beneath you we don’t get any respect? You bitch about respect all the time and yet you don’t give any to anyone! Ever heard of practice what you preach?”

Sanada growled, “I warned you last time about how you address me!”

“Or what!?” Kirihara threw his arms out, “you going to rape me this time to teach me a lesson?” As soon as the words left his mouth he knew it was the wrong thing to say.

The only thing he saw before he hit the opposite wall of the elevator was Sanada’s hands fall to his sides. The Master was on him then, pressing him against the wall. He locked both of his arms behind his back, pulling them up to strain his shoulders.

“Rape would mean one party is unwilling.” Sanada hissed in his ear.

Kirihara pushed his knees into the wall and tried to force himself back, “that’s exactly what it means you prick!” He could taste blood in his mouth; he hadn’t realized how hard Sanada had hit him.

Sanada chuckled and trailed his tongue up the back of Kirhara’s neck, “as much as you fight you forget that I can smell the way your body reacts to me. Your blood knows me, it makes your body want me. I put my own life, and those close to me at risk to save your life, and this is the thanks I get?” He pressed his knee between Kirihara’s legs.

Shit! Kirihara thrashed against him, using his legs against the wall to force his shoulders back. “You made me some half-Vampire anger management nightmare!” His anger was slowly seeping away as fear crept in. Maybe Sanada took his rape comment a little too seriously?

“Call it what you will, but there are people who would give up their entire livelihood to have even a drop of Vampire blood.”

“Then you should have given it to them!” Kirihara pulled on his arms, to no avail, Sanada was just too strong.

Sanada growled and pushed him back into the wall, the guard rail digging into his hips bones painfully. “Do you know what would have happened to you if I hadn’t given you my blood? If no one came to kill you right away, you would have died during the night. Because of the blood already in you, you would have risen as an eternal child. Your hunger would have been so uncontrollable, and with your child’s mind you would have slaughtered the closest people too you. That would have been the Echizen’s. You would have killed them all. So instead I gave you my blood, it disrupted the chain the other Vampire had started and strengthened you, giving you the chance to live out the night.”

Kirihara frowned as Sanada's words sank in, if he had turned he would have killed whoever was there when he awoke? He could have potentially been the murderer of that family. No wonder Rinko-san hated him. If he died in their care they wouldn’t have been able to stop him, he would have slaughtered their family the way his own were killed.

He sagged against Sanada’s chest, “I had no idea.”

“It shows,” Sanada’s grip on his arms loosened.

Kirihara took that opportunity to yank his arms free and twist his upper torso. His nails caught Sanada just under the eye. The Master threw his head back in shock.

“Just because you saved my life doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want to me! I don’t belong to you! Now matter how much you think I do!” He drove his elbow back, catching Sanada between the ribs.

The Master hunched forward and chuckled as he gripped his injured ribs, “that’s the Kirihara Akaya I know.”

“Fuck you!” Kirihara put his back to the wall and slid his gun out of the holster.

Sanada shrugged, “I’m getting really tired of you offering that.” He noticed the flash of metal in Kirihara’s hand, “are you really sure you want to let that thing off in here? I’m fast enough to dodge, even close range, and the bullet will rebound.”

Kirihara cocked it, “I’m willing to take my chances, it’s better than the alternative.” He wasn’t going to admit he was terrified and excited. He knew what Sanada wanted to do, and half of him wanted to let him. The other half screamed that it was wrong and his body had been abused enough for one day!

Sanada suddenly threw his head back and laughed, “what a lovely smell.”

“What?” Shit! The gun flew from his hand when in a flash Sanada was back on him. He pulled his arms up over his head and backed him into the wall. His shoulders strained and if he wasn’t careful he was sure something would pop. “I don’t think you want to break my arm, how am I supposed to explain it to Tezuka?” He hoped that would snap the Master out of his animalistic trance and let him go.

Sanada tilted his head, “then I’ll just have to do something that doesn’t leave a visible mark.”

SHIT! Kirihara brought up his leg to swing into the Masters knee. No, this wasn’t happening! Sanada pulled him away from the wall and threw him hard enough to collide with the other one. His head swam and he could feel his knees about to buckle. No, he wouldn’t pass out!

Sanada grabbed him by the back of the belt and pulled him away from that wall, turning him to face the back of the Elevator and pushing him into the wall there. With a flick of his wrist he snapped his leather belt.

“You can’t be serious!” Kirihara shrieked.

Sanada pressed himself to the Hunters back, “I am very serious!”

“What is the point of raping me!” Think, think! Make him stop!

“You. Are. Mine.” Sanada punctuated each word with a rip of clothing.

Kirihara screamed as his hips jerked from the force of his jeans being split. This was mental!

“I have some of your blood! That doesn’t mean I belong to you!” He thrashed around, trying to dislodge one of Sanada’s hands.

“It means you are bound to me, part of my body. You do not learn by words, nor do you learn by being beaten. Sharing ones blood means you have bound yourself to them, making you theirs, and they are yours.”

“Sounds like a fucking excuse to me! You’re just a fucking perverted creep! I was a kid when you did that! I was dying, you didn’t even ask if it was a good idea! Did you rape little kids when you were a human too!?” He was getting angry again, that was good. Anger made him stronger, and he needed all the extra help he could get.

Sanada spun him around to back-hand him again. “How dare you talk to me like that!”

Kirhara braced his hands and upper body on the floor and kicked out as hard as he could, catching his heel in the Master’s knee. The bone made a loud crack as Sanada collapsed to the ground. Kirihara lunged to his feet and was about to hit the emergency stop to restart the elevator when Sanada grabbed him from behind. He kicked wildly as he was lifted off the ground.

“I heal too fast for simple little tactics like that!” Sanada growled.

Kirihara felt something press against his lower back and screamed; he wasn’t going down without a fight! He screamed again in rage, trying to mask the fear coming up his throat. Sanada felt huge where it edged under his shirt, there was no way he was going to get away from this without being broken in half.

Sanada slammed him into the wall and pushed inside of him in the same instance. Kirihara screamed in pain, his body wasn’t ready, it wasn’t like with Tezuka where he had blacked out. He ripped and tore, but Sanada didn’t stop. He pulled out and slammed back in, forcing Kirihara closer to the wall. He banged his shoulders as he twisted and thrashed, trying to escape the cage Sanada’s arms made around him. He could feel blood running down the inside of his legs, forced out with every thrust. Sanada wasn’t gentle in any way, he didn’t need to be. One hand braced himself on the wall of the elevator while the other held Kirihara’s hip. His fingers broke skin easily as his grip tightened.

Kirihara’s legs trembled, his knees buckling with the force. Sanada was bigger than Tezuka, and rougher, he felt himself tear. His legs finally collapsed and with a startled ‘whoa!’ Sanada caught him around the waist.

He wouldn’t cry, he had cried enough because of the Vampire. He wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing him cry again. Sanada pushed him to the ground and reentered him, the blood making it a bit easier.

Sanada moaned against the back of his head before wrapping his arm around Kirihara’s chest to keep him upright and sank his teeth into his collar. Kirihara braced his arms against the wall, with his entrance going numb from pain he was slowly starting to feel just the sensation of Sanada sliding into him. His own body had remained soft, the pain and shock of what was happening keeping him from getting aroused. That was just fine by him. He felt Sanada’s jaw working against his neck, the Masters hips pushing against his own. His body shook with the force of each thrust, he heard Sanada’s belt jingle with every movement. The Masters strong legs held his open, the rough material of his pants irritating his skin.

He wanted it to be over. How long would Sanada last? Whimpers crept up his throat but he swallowed them down, he wasn’t going to make a noise.

Sanada chuckled against his neck, “I was right, you are tight. But I smell Tezuka on you. Seems like I didn’t get to you first.”

Kirihara growled, snapping his hips back to catch Sanada off guard. “You wanna know what happened!?”

Sanada’s hand traced up his stomach, pulling his shirt up with it, “I feel bruises, and …bite marks?” His fingers traced the teeth marks around his collar. “Was it good?”

Kirihara was getting angry again, scratch that, he was fucking pissed off! “Wouldn’t know, your blood made me rage so hard I blacked out, when I kind of came to Tezuka and I were fucking. Wouldn’t exactly call that good.”

Sanada laughed, “interesting side effect.” He slowed down so he was leisurely pulling in and out of Kirihara.

“You would say that,” Kirihara growled, throwing his shoulder back into Sanada’s chest.

Sanada moaned, his head falling onto Kirihara’s shoulder. Kiriahra raised an eyebrow; that as the first expression Sanada had shown since they started.

“You clench when you do that,” Sanada gasped.

“I’m just here to please!” Kiriahra growled again, he spotted his gun a little out of his reach, if he could get Sanada distracted enough he might be able to twist himself around and reach it.

“Nice try,” Sanada tapped the back of his head. He pulled out and swung Kirihara around.

Kirihara grunted when his elbows connected with the floor. He pushed himself onto his knees, only to be forced back onto his chest when Sanada re-entered him. He screamed in shock and pain. Sanada moaned and snapped his hips forward. Kirihara pressed his forehead to the ground, he was tired, his body was beaten, and he was losing his will. He could feel tears beading in the corners of his eyes. His breath caught in his throat and the tears spilled over.

He didn’t want to cry.

He couldn’t stop.

He buried his face in the crook of his elbow while the other pushed into the wall to keep himself steady. He sobbed and Sanada moaned, picking up his pace.

When would it be over?!

Sanada pulled out of him again, Kirihara yelled in frustration, what now!? He hooked his arm under the Hunters waist and flipped him onto his back. He pushed Kirihara’s knees up to his chest and thrust back in. Kirihara screamed and arched off of the floor, Sanada palmed his chest and pushed him back down. He couldn’t stop the tears and threw his arm over his face to block them from Sanada’s view. The Master arched over him, hands braced on the floor over his head. Kirihara’s body jolted and arched, hips forced up off the ground. Sanada’s pace became irregular and before long the Master came.

Laying on the cool floor his body started to cramp, he had been abused far too often in way too short a time. His legs were numb from being tossed around and bent too long; his back was locked and knotted from hitting walls and floors. His lower back throbbed with pain, blood slowly seeped out of him, and what he assumed was Sanada’s semen …or whatever a Vampire’s body produced. He didn’t pay attention to Vampire Sexuality 101 when he was in school.

Sanada pulled out of him slowly and climbed to his feet to straighten his clothing. Kirihara remained on the ground, too beaten up to move. His arm was still over his face, realizing only by a jolt that Sanada had restarted the elevator.
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