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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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CHAPTER 28

White sheets fell over the side of the bed as Yukimura’s small pale body twisted and danced in Sanada’s lap. His thin legs were wrapped tight around the other Vampire’s waist, heels driving into the top of his backside. Dark fingers pressed into the muscles of his back, drawing a cry from his parted lips. Sanada’s legs were crossed, strong thighs cradling the other Vampire’s backside. Yukimura threw his head back, arms around Sanada’s neck. The Master pressed his face to the curve of his neck, fangs trailing up the column of his throat. Large hands wrapped around Yukimura’s thin hips and pulled him down harder, tearing a scream from his throat.

Niou sighed and checked his watch again. He was getting tired of walking in on those two. He waited outside the open door, the pants and moans from the room filtered out into the hall. He tugged on his collar, this was getting awkward. Yukimura’s screams and cries were getting more frantic, but he wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to …well …

With a sigh he stepped closer to the door, shoulder edging past the doorframe, “uh, Sanada?”

The sounds in the room stopped.

Yukimura smirked and rolled his hips very slowly, letting Sanada focus on the interruption. He threaded his fingers through the Master’s dark hair, pulling it away from his face.

Sanada placed his hands on Yukimura’s thighs and looked over his shoulder at the door, “what is it Niou?” He could see the younger Vampire’s shoulder and profile past the door. He caught a glimpse of blue iris before Niou turned his head.

Yukimura tilted Sanada’s head up and kissed him thoroughly, riding him slowly again. Sanada growled deep in his throat when Yukimura bit his bottom lip and shifted his legs under himself. He used his grip on Sanada’s shoulders to push himself up his entire length and then slowly back down. The Master’s head fell back with a moan.

Niou cleared his throat, “Uhh …someone is waiting on the phone, it’s an Ancient from another district … he wants to ask permission to enter your territory …”

Sanada sighed and stilled Yukimura’s hips. With a light pat to his bottom Yukimura pouted and climbed off. Sanada slid off the bed and pulled his pants back on, doing them up as he left the room. Niou held his breath when Sanada passed, expecting a blow, but instead he just received a pat on the shoulder. He let his breath out in a rush but froze again when Yukimura followed shortly after. The Ancient was redressed; his dark purple kimono was wrapped loosely around his shoulders, exposing his collar and the tops of his shoulders. White lilies cascaded down the side of the robe and cranes formed from floating petals. His pale skin looked even more so under the dark material.

“Sorry,” Niou tried not to smirk. He was totally not sorry, but it sounded good …even if he knew Yukimura could see right through him. It was the thought that counted, really.

Yukimura backed him against the wall with just his gaze, “next time, I’ll make you take his place.” His eyes scaled up Niou’s legs and he licked his lips.

Niou’s eyes widened, but not in fear. He seemed to have missed the part where that was supposed to be a threat?

The next day passed quietly, it seemed the Fledgling was lying low to lick his wounds. That suited everyone just fine. A few Hunters with police records moved their families to the organization; mostly families with small children or younger siblings. The ones with families that didn’t know about their Hunting were encouraged to go on long vacations, the rest were willing to take their chances. Some wanted to attract the Fledgling; it was easy to get your revenge when they walked into it on their own.

Kirihara stretched out on his couch, watching a movie one of Marui’s friends let him borrow. Marui leaned back against the side of the couch, homework spread out over the coffee table. Next to a pile of textbooks sat Kirihara’s cell phone, it buzzed and echoed off the wood as a call came in.

“You gonna answer that?” Marui pushed the phone away from his books, the sound was annoying.

“That’s what voicemail is for,” Kirihara yawned.

The phone stopped buzzing and after a few quiet seconds it started again. Marui sighed and threw the phone onto Kirihara’s lap. The Hunter jumped and squawked when it vibrated in awkward places.

Cursing at his laughing friend he flipped open the phone, “Kirihara.”

“Bored yet?”

Tezuka? Kirihara frowned at the phone; it was rare for the Captain to phone him directly, “what’s up?”

“I have something for you to do if you want.”

He glanced at his friend sitting near his knees. Marui was watching him over his shoulder and had turned down the volume on the television so he could hear his phone better. It was still a few hours until dark, and one of Sanada’s Vampires should be showing up shortly anyway. Marui was really in no danger; the Fledgling hadn’t been seen in a while, but what if …

“I won’t need you until after dark, so you’ll be able to wait until someone arrives to keep an eye on Marui-kun.”

Kirihara smirked, wondering if Tezuka was telepathic and just didn’t tell anyone, “sure what is it?”

“When we had Dan-kun here, Yuuta saw the downtown train station. Recently he’s been working with Shiraishi, who is also a telepath, to draw more information from that quick image. Shiraishi managed to notice a time card on the wall …well, the time was today, at around roughly 9:00pm. I wanted to send you and Ryoma there, just to see why this train station at that time was in Dan’s mind, and Shiraishi is sending one of his own as well.”

“Work?” Marui mouthed.

Kirihara nodded and mouthed back, “that ok?”

Marui smiled and nodded, “help your friends.”

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

8:30pm found Kirihara and Ryoma in the crowded train station. The Rookie leaned over a magazine rack, trying to see the headlines on a few issues a little above his eye-level. Kirihara sipped coffee out of a brown Styrofoam cup, steam trailing out the top as he blew into it.

He watched the people coming and going around the platform, nothing out of the ordinary. Why were they even there?

Ryoma purchased a gaming magazine and flipped it open as he met back up with Kirihara. “What if Dan was just thinking about meeting with family or friends or something?” Ryoma glanced over the edge of his magazine as he asked.

Kirihara blew into his coffee again, “that’s what I’ve been thinking, but I doubt Tezuka would send us out if that was the case.”

“Do we have that much faith in Shiraishi-san?” Ryoma raised an eyebrow.

“No,” Kirihara smirked, “but I’m trying to have that much faith in Tezuka.”

A shocking tremor raced up Kirihara’s spine all of a sudden, it was all he could do to hold onto his coffee and not drop to the ground. Ryoma hissed and hit him in the arm, startling him from the after effects of the shock.

“Look over there!” Ryoma pointed through the crowd coming off a train.

Above the heads of the passengers was a familiar tall dark and handsome. Kirihara’s entire body went cold; Sanada, it just HAD to be Sanada! He went numb; he could no longer feel the damp chill in the air, or even the heat from the cup in his hand. Sanada, why Sanada? He hadn’t faced Sanada since …that, and now here he was. He was trying to move past everything that had happened, but coming face-to-face with him brought it all back. The tearing, the blood, the pain.

“Wonder what he’s doing here?” Ryoma stood on tip-toe to try and peer around the crowd.

Ryoma’s voice drew him out of himself, his surroundings slowly came back. First the cool night air hit him, then the heat from his coffee, and lastly Ryoma’s hand on his arm for balance. He shook his head; this wasn’t the time for a panic attack. He was at work, he was a big boy, he could deal with this. He pushed his emotions back, swallowing the lump in his throat, and tried to follow Ryoma’s curiosity.

A part in the crowd of people revealed that Sanada wasn’t alone. Yukimura stuck close to his side, arm laced around Sanada’s elbow.

Now he no longer had to pretend like he was curious, “there’s no way they are just out for a stroll where that kid’s thoughts happened to send us. Fuck that!” He needed to know what was going on more than he wanted to run. That seemed to happen a lot. Sanada hurt him, and he hated him for it. But now was not the time! Besides, they were in public and both Ryoma and Yukimura were there, what could he possibly do? “Let’s go find out why our Master of the city and his man behind the curtain are wandering around human central.”

Ryoma nodded in agreement and stuffed his magazine into his jacket as they followed the Vampires. In the rush of people they lost sight of Sanada. With a curse Kirihara looked at his watch; 8:45, they were wasting time.

There was one way to find Sanada, but could he do it? Did he want to? He always bitched about hating his blood, hating the ties it created, but could he use it to his advantage now? Closing his eyes he concentrated, for the first time in his life he actually quieted the normal banter of his brain and focused. His blood knew Sanada, maybe there was a way to use it to find him?

Ryoma shivered violently, “what the hell are you doing?” He had never felt power like that come from Kirihara.

“Trying to find Sanada, so shut up!” He hissed. It was hard enough concentrating with all the interesting noise around him; he didn’t need someone actually talking to him.

His mind yelled at him not to do this, don’t even try. He needed to find Sanada and running blindly through the crowd would just take up time they didn’t have. Did he really want to follow Sanada? No. Was it their best lead? Unfortunately. Swallowing his emotions yet again he tried to concentrate and block out the screaming of his flight response.

Ryoma rolled his eyes, “you’re never going to do it that way.”

And there went his concentration, “what the hell do you mean?” He glared at Ryoma.

“You’re all raw energy, you’re trying to focus on something right?”

Kirihara threw out his hands as if to say, ‘and your point?’

Ryoma sighed, “we don’t have time for a full lesson, but I’m going to have to show you how to control your new energy or else you’re going to hurt yourself. For now, close your eyes and imagine your body is filled with light …”

Kirihara closed his eyes; they really had no time for this shit, it sounded stupid and- light, light, listen to the witch’s kid, light, body filled with stupid light.

“Now imagine there are strings coming from you, strings made from the same light.”

Fucking stupid, they were wasting time with- strings, light, sure, strings made from light and- Kirihara had a sudden rushing feeling, like he was being pulled forward and left his stomach behind. Sanada. He could feel Sanada. He could see Sanada; he could see the back of his head as if he were standing behind him. The Master whipped around suddenly and looked around. It felt like he was standing behind him, like Sanada should have been able to see him, but the Vampire’s looked right through him. His dark pupils dilated and their eyes suddenly met, real with metaphysical.

Got you.

Kirihara gasped and staggered as he woke, “I know where he is!” He tried to take a step and wavered.

Ryoma grabbed his arm and chuckled, “it’s a little overwhelming if you’ve never done it before.”

“Holy fuck what the hell was that!?” Kirihara let Ryoma lead him into the dispersing crowd.

“You’re the one that knows where he is, I can’t lead,” Ryoma pointed out.

“Oh right,” Kirihara nodded and hurried through the platform, he actually didn’t know where he was going, but for some reason his body did.

“Energy, you searched out Sanada’s energy. You found him faster than I thought you would, so that means you two are closer related than I thought,” Ryoma frowned, how did that happen?

Kirihara ignored him; he was getting better at that whole selective hearing thing. He didn’t really feel like explaining everything to Ryoma, not now, maybe some other time. He was doing a good job of shoving everything into the back of his mind; he didn’t need a little talk with Ryoma to ruin that.

Sanada came into view at the far end of the platform; the Master wore a black leather jacket and black dress pants. Yukimura glanced over his shoulder and smiled as the Hunters approached. He had his hands tucked into the small pockets of his jacket. The stiff dark material was buttoned to his collar and belted around his small waist.

Kirihara caught a whiff of smoke and stopped; sitting on a bench in the deserted platform was a young man. He was stretched out on the bench, one arm over the back while his other held onto a cigarette. Kirihara sniffed the air again, yep, totally not a cigarette …unless they were making weed flavored cigarettes.

Ryoma elbowed him in the side and urged him on.

Kirihara studied the kid on the bench, either he was really fucking stupid, or he wasn’t worried about getting caught. It was strange for someone to just lounge around on an empty platform, unless he was waiting for someone. The male had dark skin, like he had been in the sun for a little too long – that eliminated being a Vampire. His hair was the type of black that was so dark it had blue highlights. It also looked like it couldn’t decide between being curly, crimped, or dreads. The bright over head lights caught the diamonds in his ears; if he was wearing those that meant he wasn’t homeless, so that eliminated one of the human servants. So just who the fuck was he?

Ryoma shoved him again, “it’s 9:00, let’s go!”

They heard the distant screech of a train and rushed to Sanada’s side.

“We were waiting for you,” Yukimura smiled as the pair joined them.

Kirihara frowned; Yukimura’s smile was both kind and condescending. It made him wonder what was going on behind those gentle eyes. Sanada’s attention remained on the tracks, even though his shoulders tensed when the Hunters joined them.

“Apparently I’m not the only one you’re waiting for,” Kirihara watched the lights from the train get closer. Sanada was ignoring him; it made it easier for him to do the same.

“No, you’re not.”

“We’re too far up the tracks,” Sanada suddenly interrupted. He turned on his heel and walked past everyone to go back the way they had all come. He glanced at Kirihara when he passed and rubbed the back of his neck, he knew it was the little Hunter that had been staring at him but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how.

Yukimura sighed and shrugged, gesturing to Kirihara and Ryoma to follow him. Kirihara fell into step behind him and noticed the guy on the bench got up to follow them. He dropped his hand on Ryoma’s shoulder and told him he’d be right back. Ryoma scowled but nodded.

Kirihara turned back, the male’s eyes widened when Kirihara blocked his path. He tucked his hands into his pockets, fingers touching the butt of his back-up; if this guy tried anything he was prepared. He didn’t like having a weapon in such a busy public place, but given recent events he was sure he could make an exception. He tilted his head back and bared his teeth as he growled, “you’re following us.”

“I’m not following you.”

Something hit Kirihara like a wave, making him gasp. Calmness washed over him, making his mind feel empty and his limbs light. His vision swam, the colours blending like they had all been splashed with water.

With a startled hiss he clenched his eyes shut, they burned like they always did when he was angry. It was luckily enough of a distraction to snap him out of whatever daze he was sinking into. He managed to catch himself as he was about to say, ‘oh, okay, sorry’.

Shaking his head he pointed accusingly at the grinning male, “what the fuck did you just try to do to me?”

He whistled lowly, “damn, Kenya wasn’t kidding when he said you had it bad.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kirihara frowned.

“Kenya told me you weren’t a psychic, but you had enough power from your Vampiric blood to function like one.”

“How the fuck did you know that? And who the hell is Kenya?” Kirihara tilted his head.

“Oshitari Kenya? You don’t remember him?”

Kirihara shook his head, was he supposed to?

With a sigh the other male dropped his face into his palm, “air head,” he muttered. He chuckled and lifted his head back up. Holding out his hand he introduced himself, “Chitose Senri.”

Kirihara eyed his hand. Yeah, and?

“Aw, come one man, I'll only bite if you ask me to.”

“You almost rolled me, there’s no way I’m letting you touch- did you just hit on me!?” Kirihara blinked.

Chitose laughed, “maybe you’re not so air headed after all!” Not likely.

“Who the fuck are you?” Kirihara glanced back over his shoulder; everyone was now out of his range of sight. Shit.

“Chitose Senri, I’m one of Shiraishi Kuranosuke’s team.”

AH! Made sense now! “Oh, you’re the one he sent!” Since Chitose was there to help them, he could damn well learn to walk and talk at the same time. As he figured, when he started walking the taller man fell in step beside him.

“Yup, was a little busy the other day so I didn’t make it to that big meeting Tezuka had.” He took a puff on the small joint.

“Does Shiraishi know you smoke that shit?” Kirihara eyed it warily; he wasn’t big on drugs, he was messed up enough without them anyway.

Chitose’s chest expanded as he held in the smoke, he offered the joint to Kirihara who shook his head. He shrugged and exhaled, “who do you think I got it from? Granted, Shiraishi doesn’t do it that often, only once in a while.”

They found Sanada, Yukimura, and Ryoma on the next platform, the train had stopped and the doors were slowly opening. A few people got off, but no one cast more than a glance at the trio.

Kirihara frowned, were they wrong?

After everyone was off a dark figure stepped off the train, the doors closing behind him. Flipping back the hood on his jacket he stood in the full light, letting his hands drop to his sides. He tilted them palm up to show they were empty – of course, being a Vampire it wasn’t like he needed a weapon to be dangerous. “I offer no hostility,” he said quietly, his voice deep and heavily accented. Even though he had been wearing a hood his hair remained slicked back, only a single strand had fallen out of place to trail across his brow. His dark coat was left open, showing that he was wearing a white polo shirt underneath, collar left open.

Sanada nodded, seeming to notice something the humans didn’t, “Kite Eishirou?”

The Vampire nodded.

“You were very brief when we last spoke, seeking refuge was it?”

Kirihara frowned, this made no sense? How was it that Dan’s thought led them to this train station at the same time as an expected Vampire? Something wasn’t sitting right; there was something wrong with this. Kirihara shook his head and opened his mouth to say something but Chitose grabbed his shoulder. He glared back at him.

“Sanada knows, he’s not that stupid, don’t worry.” He leaned down and whispered against his ear, lips brushing against the outer shell.

“If he knows something’s up, then why let him come here?” Kirihara turned his head slightly and hissed, trying to get his ears out of the vicinity of Chitose’s mouth. He realized a second too late that turning his head wasn’t a brighter idea. Chitose hadn’t moved from where he had whispered to him, so they were much closer together than originally. Chitose’s breath ghosted along his mouth, a wicked grin across his lips. Kirihara blushed and turned his head away, this was not his day.

“What better way to get some information?” Chitose leaned back, stepping out of Kirihara’s personal bubble. It was fun while it lasted.

“Oh, that makes sense.”

Air head. Chitose chuckled and shook his head; the cute ones were always so dumb.

“Yes, I’ve been having problems with my own Master and have heard of your reputation. I am just passing through,” once Sanada was done eying him over he slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket, “I just wish for a small amount of time in your city to find a hospitable Master from a further city and then I will move on.”

Sanada nodded.

Ryoma rubbed his neck, something didn’t feel right. His skin crawled like he had thousands of tiny bugs marching along his skin. He knew Sanada wasn’t stupid enough to believe the story, so the Master must have his own reasons for letting him enter. He rolled his neck, but the sensation wasn’t going away. That was the problem with being the child of a Witch, it made one a little more than sensitive. He couldn’t tell if it was a Witch’s magic or something else, but there was something surrounding this Vampire.

With a little pat to Kirihara’s backside Chitose slipped around him and went to Sanada’s side. Sanada spared him a glance, eyes flicking back to the new Vampire immediately.

“I understand,” Kite nodded after Sanada explained the boundaries and rules for his intended short stay. That was fine by him. He excused himself from the group and followed the rest of the commuters from the train.

Sanada turned to Chitose, “was that enough?”

The male grinned, “perfectly.”

“What’s going on?” Kirihara made sure to put both Ryoma and Yukimura between himself and the Master.

Chitose shrugged, “it’s my gift. I’m kind of like energy Velcro. A person’s energy sticks to me; it’s how I can hypnotize others. It is impossible to make someone do something against their will; works great in the movies, but not so well in real life. But, if you blend your energy with trails of theirs, you can usually confuse their systems enough that they go against their natural precautions. At the same time, the energy that sticks to me can be traced, so someone like Kenya who can read energy can pick the trails of another's energy from me and can usually follow it to its source.”

“So we have human Velcro and a human blood hound …”

Ryoma snorted and covered his mouth as he tried not to laugh.

Chitose shrugged, he’d been called worse by better, “something like that. We’re hoping he’ll lead us to the others.”

“Why not just have someone follow him?”

“Tried that,” Sanada turned the full force of his dark eyes to Kirihara, the Hunter fought not to shrink away. “Niou couldn’t follow the last Vampire. It’s not worth trying it again, if who ever is doing this is powerful enough to confuse even a stronger Vampire, it’s a waste of effort.”

“So we’re trying my way,” Chitose grinned and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I gotta get back to Kenya before this wears off.” He saluted the others and headed for the staircase.

Sanada took a step towards Kirihara, but out of reflex the Hunter stepped back. He cursed himself when Ryoma cast him a curious glance. He could do this, he wasn’t afraid of this asshole!

“What Sanada-san?” Polite, and his voice was steady; good for him! He resisted the urge to pat himself on the back.

“You should let Tezuka know what you found here today, I do believe you were sent here because of a memory from a Vampire’s servant?” Sanada stepped back politely.

“Yeah, we should, I have to go outside to do that because I don’t get any service down here,” happy for an excuse to leave, he took the same stairwell Chitose had and left the underground level of the station. Ryoma followed on his heels.

“What was that about?” Ryoma caught up to him outside, “you never back down from anyone.”

Kirihara flipped up the collar of his jacket and walked into a pool of light from one of the street lamps. He dialed Tezuka’s extension. Ryoma frowned at being ignored.

“Another time Ryoma,” Kirihara said quickly before Tezuka picked up.

“This is Tezuka.”

He explained the meeting with Sanada and Yukimura, then about the Vampire they were waiting for. Tezuka remained quiet the entire time, but when he spoke next his excitement couldn’t be masked.

“I have no doubt in Kenya’s ability, we’ll find something.”

“Why do you have so much faith in him?” Kirihara scoffed. “What is he anyway?”

“Fae.”
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