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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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Okay, I feel the need to explain why Yagyuu is a closet Video Game nerd. In his song Laser Beam he says something in one of the first lines that sounds like "Bayonetta" and Bayonetta is the name of a video game. When I heard him say that I started laughing and then decided that he will be a closet video game nerd. End of story.

If it seems like there is a lot of random shit happening in my stories, like action-action-action-sex-action kind of thing ...it's because I don't have a long enough attention span to write anything but. I like stories that have a lot happening in them because it keeps my attention ...unfortunately, that turns my own things into one giant cluster fuck. So, that's why my stories have so much happening, I'd lose interest otherwise.

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CHAPTER 26

Light crept in around the drawn curtains, splashing over dark grey sheets. Kirihara shifted as he stretched his arms over his head, yawning. The pull of muscles in his back sparked other more familiar pains in his lower back. He groaned, never in his life would he have believed he would willingly have sex with a Vampire. That was his one golden rule; don’t fuck what you’re planning on killing. Now, he had been raped by one, willingly had sex –twice- with another, and fooled around with yet another Vampire.

He threw his arms over his face and sighed.

What was to be said about a man who couldn’t even follow his OWN rules?

Sanada wasn’t really his fault. He knew somewhere down the lines he hadn’t helped the situation, but it wasn’t really his fault. No matter how much he hated the Master, and how badly he had hurt him, he was still captured by him.

Fucking blood ties bullshit.

He hated Sanada, yet he felt the burn of a blush in his ears whenever he thought about him.

So Sanada was old blood? What the hell did that mean? Old as in centuries old? Or old as in what he believed? Or was it both? Sanada seemed like he came from a time where power wasn’t how much money you had, but how much respect and fear you could hold. He held himself too straight, too proud, like a great warrior. When he believed something, he believed it down to his core, that’s why the blood was so important to him. Enough to abuse the one he had shared it with.

Kirihara rolled out of bed, ignoring his body’s protests as he slipped out of his room. He crept quietly from the dark bedroom, careful not to wake Marui. Jackal was out in the living room, towel thrown around his shoulders. He sat at the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees; he didn’t even look away from the TV when Kirihara walked in.

“And now an update on the recent murders …”

Kirihara stopped on his way into the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulders in time to see the identities of two murder victims flash on the screen.

Both he and Jackal cried out in shock.

Familiar blond hair caught his eye, led him to big blue eyes and a large scar from nose to mouth. The little girl that had helped him clean up the files he dropped stared back at him from the news broad cast.

Murdered?

“I know her!” Kirihara pointed to the TV, “she’s the daughter of one of the older Elite’s!”

Jackal nodded, “I met his wife a few months ago, before all this shit started with the fledglings. She came to pick him and the girl up one day.”

The picture of the wife and the girl hung side by side, that meant the Hunter was still alive - or his body just hadn’t been found. Kirihara wasn’t sure which would have been the kinder fate.

“There’s no god damn way this is a coincidence!” He needed to stop hanging around Momo, he was sounding way to much like him.

Jackal threw his arm over the side of the couch to face Kirihara, “what did that letter say? ‘I’m going to take my revenge a piece at a time’? You don’t think …?”

“He works awfully fucking fast then! That head came through my window at what? Midnight, one-ish?” Kirihara shook his head, this was fucking mental. The Fledgling throws a god damn head through his window and then turns around and murders a Hunters family?

“He doesn’t live too far from here though, half an hour drive I think?”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Kirihara never really realized how many Hunters lived that close to him.

“Akaya?” Marui’s voice drifted through the open bedroom door, slightly panicked.

Kirihara waved briefly to Jackal to tell him not to worry and jogged the few feet back to his bedroom, “Yeah, Bunta-san, I’m here.”

The red-head sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes. His colour had come back and the light in his eyes was slowly returning. Sleep really did do him some good.

“How do you feel?” Kirihara leaned against the doorframe.

“Better, I’m trying to figure out if last night was some bad dream, but I’m in your house so I know it’s not,” Marui chuckled bitterly.

Kirihara sighed; he woke up every morning wishing it was all a bad dream.

“Look, I’m going to go have a shower, Jackal-san’s out in the living room. If you want to have something to eat go look in the kitchen, I have no idea what I have in there. You’re safe now, we’re both here so you’re not alone.” Kirihara gathered his clothes for the day, “okay?”

Marui nodded, a small grin turning up the corners of his mouth, “okay.”

Kirihara closed the door behind him and dropped his clothes on the counter. He turned the water on as he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He stepped under the water and when he had the shampoo in his hair the bathroom door opened.

He sighed, really?

Marui climbed into the shower with him and shouldered him away from the spray. He took the bottle from Kirihara’s hand and squirted some of the opaque liquid into his hand.

“Uhh …” was all Kirihara managed to get out.

“Conserve water,” Marui washed the soap out of his hair and wiggled around Kirihara to let him under the spray.

He tried not to gawk at his friend; he had always been close with Marui, but not THAT close. Shampoo ran down his face and he closed his eyes. He turned his back to Marui and stuck his face into the water, washing away the soap.

Marui stuck his fingers into Kirihara’s hair and ruffled it around, “jesus kid you look so different with straight hair!”

Kirihara wiped the water out of his eyes and looked back over his shoulder, “huh?”

Marui laughed, “never mind,” he pushed Kirihara’s head back under the water.

They switched around a few more times before Marui finally finished and climbed out. He wrapped a towel around himself and left the bathroom to go back to the bedroom.

Jackal stuck his head into the bathroom as Kirihara was stepping out of the shower. He sighed when Jackal’s eyes widened at catching him completely nude. Maybe he should just put a chain lock or a really big padlock on his bathroom door?

“You two sounded like you were having way too much fun,” Jackal chuckled, politely turning his head.

“You should have joined us then,” Kirihara smirked, wrapping a towel around his waist and using another to towel out his hair. Once the weight of the water was out of his hair the curls bounced back into place. Marui was right; he did look different with straight hair.

Jackal’s grin turned roguish, “I’ll remember that next time.”

Kirihara gaped at the suddenly closed bathroom door, he was expecting the older Hunter to scoff at the remark, not go along with it!

Out in the Kitchen Marui had almost completely emptied his fridge to make their breakfast. He had insisted on cooking, as a thanks for letting him stay.

“You’re welcome to move in with me, until this is all over I’d feel better knowing you were here,” Kirihara leaned against the kitchen counter while Jackal and Marui took his little two-seater table.

Marui studied him for a moment before nodding, “you wouldn’t mind?”

Kirihara shook his head, “you’re in school during the day, and at night if I’m not here I’m sure Niou-san will be. So there’s always going to be someone to keep an eye on you. I don’t know if you’re in danger, but I’d feel better knowing someone was with you.” He tried not to blush at the mention of the Vampire, maybe with Marui around he'd be less inclined to invite another one into his bed.

Marui shrugged one shoulder, rubbing his feet together under the table, “I’d really like to stay here.”

Kirihara grinned, “you’re sharing the chores by the way.”

Marui’s head snapped up, “then you’re damn well going to stock these cupboards! What do you eat anyway!?”

Jackal laughed, covering his mouth.

“No wonder you’re so damn skinny!” Marui jabbed his fork in Kirihara’s direction, rolling his eyes.

Flipping Marui off over his shoulder he upturned the ‘random shit’ tin and scattered the contents on the counter. Coins, pens, elastics, small light bulb …there was a spare key in there somewhere. He pushed the stuff around until he found the key. He tossed it onto the table, “incase I’m not here.”

Marui stuck the key into his pocket and got up from the table to dump his plate in the sink. Jackal and Kirihara cleaned up the dishes, much to Marui’s protests.

They gathered what they needed for the day and made their way down to the garage. Jackal strapped the head to the back of his bike and left ahead of the other two. Kirihara was going to drop Marui off at home, with the promise that the red-head would be back at his house before dark, and would then swing by work.

The ride was accompanied by Marui’s excited chatter; Kirihara noticed that his mood seemed almost forced. Trying to forget why he was moving in, what had happened to them, what had flown through the window. Trying to forget the danger.

Marui waved over his shoulder as he disappeared into his parent’s house. Kirihara sighed; he had no right to ruin his friend’s life. He had put him in danger, and now to keep his family safe, he was taking him away from them. Bringing him to his own apartment did make him easier to find, but it took his family out of harms way and he would always be guarded. It became a round-about way of being safe.

Kirihara pulled into the empty parking garage, only a few cars parked far apart. He went to the front entry to sign in and the blond receptionist met him with red rimmed eyes.

“Tezuka wishes to see you in his office,” she said, normally cheery voice quiet and withdrawn.

Kirihara nodded and went to the elevator; it wasn’t his place to comfort her. He wouldn’t know what to say even if he tried. The front had been empty except for her, and the fifth floor he stepped out onto was almost painfully silent. Only two Hunters wandered around the offices, seemingly lost, their bodies going through motions they were familiar with.

Kirihara knocked on the office door and pushed it open when no one answered, “Tezuka-san?”

The Captain looked up from a box he was bent over, “ah, Kirihara, sorry, I didn’t hear you knock. You can come in.”

The Hunter nodded and slipped into the office, closing the door behind him. He sat in the chair across from the desk and Tezuka placed an armful of papers on the table before sitting down. He flipped through a file as he spoke.

“Jackal has already been in, he showed me what was thrown through your window,” Tezuka scowled at the folder and grabbed another one.

Kirihara tilted his head; Tezuka seemed to be looking for something awfully hard, what did he know that no one else did? “A gift from Yohei.”

“Jackal mentioned something about a friend of yours being in danger now?” Tezuka’s eyes flashed to him over the rim of his glasses.

“Yeah, my friend Marui Bunta was with Jackal and I when we ran into the Fledgling. He made a threat towards him, but Bunta-san’s not a Hunter, he’s a normal human, so I don’t feel safe with him being on his own.”

“So he’s staying with you?”

“Yeah, he’s moving in today. And even if I’m not around, Sanada has made at least one of his crew stay with me …”

Tezuka’s head snapped up from the file, his attention finally on Kirihara, “Sanada did?”

“Yeah, when we were attacked, he sent Niou-san and Yagyuu-san out to find us. Then when the head went through my window, Niou-san phoned Sanada-san and he told them that one was to always be with me,” Kirihara shrugged. From the look on Tezuka’s face, he didn’t like the idea any better.

“I’ll speak to Sanada about that, I know how stubborn he can be, so perhaps even rotating a Vampire guard with a Hunter.”

Kirihara nodded, trying to disguise his disdain. He was getting guard duty either way. At least Tezuka didn’t like the idea of Vampires being around him either. It was nice to know that even with their truce, Tezuka still didn’t trust the undead.

“I have no problems with you bringing Marui-kun here, if by chance you are not going to be home and you don’t want him to be alone with the Vampires, he can be set up in a room upstairs.”

Relief washed over him, Marui was welcome at the Organization if he felt his home wasn’t safe enough. As soon as the relief came, it vanished, “did the murder have anything to do with that threat?”

Tezuka’s eyes dropped to the files, but he wasn’t reading them. “I believe so. Two murders were committed within several blocks of your apartment, which is where the Fledgling was last spotted.”

“Two?!” Kirihara almost jumped out of the chair.

Tezuka nodded, “the first one three blocks from you, the next only a block from them. Both were Elite families. Kirihara, don’t think that this is your fault in any way.”

How couldn’t he? He killed the Fledglings twin; it was him the fledgling was after. “I only heard about one murder in the news today.”

“We found the other family before the police, so we were able to keep it out of the media.” Tezuka crossed his hands on the desk.

“What are you going to do to catch him? He’s insane, we have no idea where he’ll attack next?” Even though Tezuka told him not to blame himself, he couldn’t help it. The bitterness he felt came through in his voice.

Tezuka took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, “I’m hoping he’s following a trend and going after the Elite’s, so I’m going to put a guard on the families close to your apartment.”

Kirihara nodded; what else were they going to do? It was strange that a Fledgling could take out a Hunter …his family was a different matter though.

“Look, Tezuka-san, I have a lot to do today, could I be excused from work for the day?” He had to call his landlord about the window, grocery shopping – he was now feeding two, and he wanted to make sure Marui got back to his place safely.

Tezuka nodded, “there’s not much to do, many of my Hunters are back to doing small jobs on their own just to keep busy.” He excused the Hunter with a brief nod towards the door.

It was dark by the time Kirihara got back to his apartment, talking to his landlord had taken longer than he had originally planned. The Landlord didn’t really want to believe that some kids had thrown a rock through his window, but he really couldn’t come up with a better reason. Grudgingly he agreed to fix the window. Grocery shopping was another thing; he was no longer shopping with his own tastes in mind. Next time, Marui was shopping with him! He found himself musing over way too many things.

He balanced the bags as best he could as he tried to fish out his chain without having all of the bags slide to his wrist. Before he could get his keys the door opened and Marui grabbed a bag before it fell.

“Shit Akaya, you could have told me you were shopping, I’ve been here for the past few hours, I could have met you there!” Marui clicked his tongue and took a few more bags.

The sound effects from his game console greeted Kirihara when he stepped into his apartment. Toeing off his shoes he shouldering around Marui and found Yagyuu and Niou in the living room.

Marui shrugged, “they’ve been here since the sun went down.”

They put the groceries into the kitchen before realization dawned on Kirihara, “Yagyuu-san! You’re playing my game!!” He darted into the living room and stopped, “and you’ve gotten past where I’m stuck! How did you do that?” He dropped to his knees on the floor next to Yagyuu, green eyes wide in disbelief.

The Vampire glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, “easily.” His eyes flicked back to the TV, tapping a few buttons in sequence. The Vampire sat close to the television, legs crossed. He wore a simple pair of black slacks and a grey polo. Monochrome, simple, efficient. Even his socks matched the colour scheme.

Kirihara had the strangest urge to ask if his underwear matched too. “I didn’t know Vampires played video games?” He didn’t know Yagyuu well enough to ask about what was under his pants, Niou maybe.

Yagyuu promptly ignored him.

Niou chuckled from his spot on the couch, “Yagyuu’s not old enough to be scared of technology.” He reclined against the back of the couch, feet stretched out under the coffee table. He was once again wearing faded blue jeans and a light blue dress shirt, unbuttoned. He crossed his bare feet at the ankles, pant leg stretching up to reveal a thin chain anklet.

Kirihara leaned back on his hands, “how old is he?” He didn’t mean to talk about Yagyuu like he wasn’t there, but for all the attention he spared on the other occupants, he might as well not be.

Niou tilted his head as he thought, “He was …nineteen, Yagyuu?”

“It was right after my twentieth birthday,” Yagyuu’s attention never wavered from the game.

“Twenty, and I think I made him …eighteen years ago?”

“Eighteen and a half.”

Niou extended his hand in Yagyuu’s direction, “my own personal calendar.”

“But you can’t be very old either?” Kirihara frowned.

Niou beamed, “just turned one hundred and ten! And still looking damn good I might add.”

Kirihara’s eyes widened, “so you’ve barely come into your powers, unless you were one of those ones that was born strong?”

Niou hesitated for a moment and Kirihara instantly knew why, “Sanada’s blood.”

The Vampire nodded slowly.

If he was attracted to Sanada because of the blood, was that why he was attracted to Niou too? It made him feel better and pissed him off at the same time; glad that he was attracted to the Vampire only because he was created by Sanada’s blood, but pissed because it was controlling his free will again.

Something crashed in the kitchen and Niou and Kirihara went to investigate. Marui stood on tip toe trying to fit something into a cupboard.

“Ah! I forgot! I got distracted by Yagyuu!” Kirihara apologized profusely. It was his house; he should be the one putting away the groceries. Niou smirked at him.

Marui waved him off, “no problem, I wanted to organize anyways. You can’t find a damn thing in this kitchen!”

Kirihara huffed and crossed his arms, “I can find everything just fine!”

Playing house with his best friend seemed like it would be fun, and if circumstances were different Kirihara might have been able to enjoy it. Yagyuu and Niou stayed through the night, Yagyuu remained planted in front of the television until he finally beat the game. Whenever Niou checked into the bedroom Kirihara would crack an eye open, letting the Vampire know they were alright. He woke again when the front door opened, a chill running down his spine as the Vampires left. Checking the clock he realized it was dawn in only half an hour.

Kirihara sighed and rolled onto his opposite side, facing Marui. His friend’s face scrunched up and then relaxed, a hint of a smile across his lips. Eyes darted under closed lids, lashes fluttering.

Would he get used to having someone around all the time? Maybe. Would he enjoy it? Only time would tell.

Morning came far too early and Kirihara was awakened by Marui shifting in the bed. The red-head threw the blankets back and crawled out of bed.

“Morning class?” Kirihara cleared his throat; his voice was thick and scratchy from sleep.

“Yeah, didn’t mean to wake you,” Marui glanced back over his shoulder.

“I’m a light sleeper,” Kirihara threw the blankets off of himself and sat up, stretching out the kinks in his back. No more pain, he was finally healing.

“You never used to be,” Marui chuckled.

Kirihara grinned; he used to be able to sleep through a bomb going off, “hazards of the job.”

Marui flinched, “I bet. I’m going to go make breakfast.”

Grabbing a change of clothes Kirihara darted into the bathroom, with his friend occupied he might be able to have a shower, alone, with no interruptions! Stripping quickly he stepped into the shower. He managed to wash his hair and himself without anyone bursting in on him! With a false sense of security Kirihara stepped out of the tub.

The bathroom door opened and Momoshiro poked his head in, “Oi, Kiriha-aha, oops, sorry man!” His violet eyes widened almost comically wide.

Kirihara sighed audibly, he was getting tempted to just parade around the Organization naked so people would stop looking so surprised when they burst in on him in the bathroom. Were they expecting him to shower fully clothed or something?

Momo’s eyes scanned over him before he turned his head, “your friend let us in. We thought you should know there were more murders last night. Opposite end of town from the other ones.”

“Fuck!” Kirihara slapped his towel off the ground, the resounding snap made Momoshiro jump.

The Hunter closed the door to let Kirihara dress in peace. He rampaged around the bathroom. More murders! Were those not his fault either? He should have just let the Fledgling take him right there in the streets, it would have saved lives! With another scream he slammed his hands onto the counter, palms slapping on the surface.

Ryoma was the next to open the bathroom door on him. The Rookie slipped into the room and closed the door behind him.

“What do you want Ryoma?” Kirihara glanced over his shoulder at the Rookie.

“You’re blaming yourself,” Ryoma stated.

“Shouldn’t I be? He’s killing Hunters to get back at me! He’s a fucking lunatic because I killed his brother, so we have no way of knowing what he’s thinking!” Kirihara’s voice came out as a growl.

“Someone survived.”

Kirihara spun to face Ryoma, “survived?”

The Rookie nodded, “he killed 2 families, but the third got lucky. Ishida-san’s brother was in town so when the Fledgling attacked they were both there to defend their family. The Fledgling got away, they said he was hurt badly though.”

A startled laugh burst from Kirihara’s mouth, survived! “Now what?”

“Tezuka’s coming up with a plan now; he wants everyone there so he can bounce ideas off of all of us.”

That was the good thing about Tezuka, when everyone’s lives were on the line he let them decide what to do. He didn’t make a call all on his own, he asked for suggestions from those who the decisions affected. It made doing anything time consuming, but in the end it was always nice to have a say in your own fate.

Kirihara followed Ryoma back into the living room. Momoshiro and Jackal were on the couch, plates balanced on their knees. Momoshiro channel surfed, purposely skipping any news network.

“You guys have to go to work?” Marui handed a plate to Kirihara and Ryoma.

“Yeah, when are your classes over?”

Marui tilted his head, thinking over his schedule, “I have a class at 8:00am, and then another at noon, then I don’t have another one again until 6:00pm.”

Kirihara didn’t like the idea of night classes, but it was Marui’s schooling, not his.

“Niou’s going to meet me after class to make sure I get back here,” Marui shrugged, “I’ll be fine Akaya, I promise.”

Kirihara studied his friend, he prayed to the gods that was true.
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