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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 know I kind of upload a lot of chapters at once, but it's because YuukiSan hasn't read them. I have the first 13 chapters written so I'm kind of behind myself ...

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CHAPTER 3

“You guys don’t know who you’re messing with! We’re loyal! And when you all fall, he’s going to make us one of them, and then, we’ll rule over all you stupid humans! The ones that always walked on us!” The man’s eyes were wide, blood shot, swiveling around madly. He looked at Ann, then Tachibana, and then something over their heads before returning to Ann.

The people that had flooded out of the woods to attack them had started yelling frantically several minutes after Kirihara and Kamio had fled. When they started fleeing on their own Tachibana took the opportunity to grab one.

“What the hell is he talking about?” Ann stood behind her brother, cradling her arm.

“Who are you talking about?” Tachibana grabbed the man’s collar, crouching down in front of him.

The man smiled a wide toothless grin, “the master,” he started to laugh, an empty rumbling sound.

“Kippei …what is going on?” Ann placed her hand on Tachibana’s arm, “nii-san?”

“From the looks of the others, and this guy, who ever is behind this is going after people …down on their luck, so to speak. This guy is clearly homeless, and I think a few of the others were too. He’s probably giving them false hope of someday getting back at all the wealthier people …I really don’t know, but we need to tell Tezuka. I think this was an ambush.”

“Ambush?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little coincidental that the four of us ended up in the right place for these guys to attack? I think they used the nest as a way to get us out here so they could ambush us. It was organized, but amateurish – someone promised these people something, someone powerful, and then gave them weapons to take us out …but didn’t really seem to care if they did or not. ”

Ann’s eyes widened, “I don’t like the sounds of this, we should find Kamio-kun, just to make sure he’s ok.”

Climbing back into the car Tachibana started the engine and then switched it into gear. He didn’t have much hope of catching up to Kamio and Kirihara, it had been a little while since he had told the two to flee. The other two were probably already at the nest.

Ann’s startled yell moments later caught Tachibana off guard.

Directly ahead of them in the ditch was Kirihara’s car. Ann threw herself out of the car before Tachibana had a chance to kill the engine. She made a quick circle of the vehicle before dropping to her knees beside the broken passenger window.

“Kippei! They’re gone! There’s no one here!”

“Ann!”

Her head snapped up, “what?” voice shrill with panic.

“Come look at this,” Tachibana waved at his sister, standing in the middle of the road. “No skid marks.”

“So?” Ann frowned.

“That means they didn’t slow down to try to avoid something …somehow, their car got from here, to there without leaving a mark on the road.”

Ann’s eyes widened again. Fishing out her cell phone she flipped it open and dialed a number from memory. Without even ringing, the automated message assaulted her ears, ‘the user you are trying to call-‘.

“Kamio’s cell is off …”

“Or out of service …Ann, get back in the car, we’re going to Tezuka.”

A single light hung overhead, casting its weak light back and forth across the small room. Kirihara groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. He had passed in and out for a while, so was unable to figure out how late in the day it was, or how long he had been out of it. He carefully evaluated his current state before opening his eyes. Face – swollen and bruised; neck – bite free; shoulders – stiff, probably from lying on the cold ground; arm – elbow probably dislocated, but in a haphazard sling?

Strange, he didn’t remember being bandaged?

He pushed himself into a seated position carefully, eyes slowly opening. Blinking rapidly to try and bring the room into focus he called out to Kamio.

The red-head grunted a reply, the sound coming from behind him.

“You okay?” Kirihara asked, sliding down to rest on his good elbow to get a better look behind him.

“I’m alive, if that counts?”

Kirihara chuckled, “close enough.”

Kamio shuffled around, finally rolling onto his side to face Kirihara. The light was thrown across his face, illuminating smeared blood and a growing bruise, “my shoulder’s in a sling,” he frowned, probably wondering the same as Kirihara – how did it happen and why don’t I remember it?

Kirihara wiggled the fingers of his bandaged arm, “mine too.”

“Where are we?”

“No idea, I got kicked in the face,” he pointed to the growing bruise, “so anything after that, I got no clue.”

Kirihara shuffled over to Kamio, finding a wall to lean back against. There was no window to determine what time it was, which meant they might be underground. The air was stale and musky, dust hung heavy, lit up by the swaying light bulb. All of his open wounds had dried and scabbed, bruises already dark purple.

“I think we’ve been here for a while.”

Kamio leaned against the wall beside him, “yeah, I’ve been awake for an hour or so.”

The heavy clink of a lock sliding out of place startled the two. Kirihara leaned heavily against the wall as he pulled himself up on shaky legs. His body was feeling the full effects of being rolled, all his muscles were screaming in protest as he tried to balance himself and grab his gun.

‘What the fuck!?” Both gun and knife were gone.

The door to the room slid open, hard steel screeching against cold cement. Two vampires slid into the small room. Kamio slowly clambered to his feet, cursing when he found his own gun had been taken.

“Look at them Yagyuu, they’re so cute when they’re scared!”

“Niou-kun,” the other vampire scolded softly.

Both vampires sported head to toe black outfits. The vampire named Niou wore his shirt open at the collar, rumpled and un-tucked. Yagyuu’s shirt was button fully and looked pressed, tucked in behind a black leather belt with a small metal clasp.

Cliché, Kirihara resisted the temptation to smirk, why must all vampires take the goth thing so seriously?

“Sorry boys,” Niou winked, “but you’re coming with us, the Master wants to see you.”

Master? That could only mean Sanada Genichirou.

Most who held the title of “Master of the City” preferred to remain anonymous – and harder for rivals to find. But, there were a few who flaunted their title, daring anyone to challenge them. Sanada Genichirou was one such Master – name even known amongst humans ignorant to his kind. Humans simply thought he was a high ranking government official. Sanada did keep the whereabouts of his daytime resting place a secret; seeing as though he had many vampires under his care. His strengths and abilities were known, but his face was not. Instead, he usually sent out a human “voice” whenever he needed to make an appearance, or meeting. He kept in contact with the Hunters through phone and letter alone.

Kirihara aimed a kick at Niou’s knee when he attempted to grab him, the vampire jumped back laughing. Kamio side stepped Yagyuu and dashed to Kirihara’s side.

“Not going to come quietly, huh?” Niou’s smile grew wide, fangs flashing. Before Kirihara could react, Niou was behind him. Grabbing his good arm he twisted it up behind Kirihara’s back, other hand grabbing at his throat. Seeing Niou move, Kamio ducked, narrowly missing Yagyuu’s out-stretched hand. Yagyuu’s knee came up, catching the unguarded speed demon in the stomach. Kamio grunted as the wind was forced out of him, collapsing to his knees and clutching his stomach. Yagyuu pulled him up by the back of the collar, shoving him roughly out of the room.

Niou chuckled, sliding the hand from around Kirihara’s neck down his stomach and around his hips to firmly grab his backside.

“You smell like blood,” he purred, licking Kirihara’s ear.

Kirihara jumped, startled. Great, grabby vampires – just what he needed.

With a shove, Niou knocked him out the door, Yagyuu and Kamio already far ahead of them. He staggered and glared over his shoulder at the grinning vampire. He was shoved again, almost playfully.

“Alright!” Kirihara threw up his good hand, “I get it!”

The hallway was long and well lit, steel doors were scattered along the entire expanse of stone wall. The fluorescent light overhead gave everything a bright washed out look.

Kirihara glanced back at Niou, white skin made even more so by the overhead lights, “man, you look like death!”

Niou shoved him again, rolling his eyes, “funny.”

The hallway seemed to go on forever, Kirihara already losing sight of Kamio and the other vampire.

“So what does this Master of yours want with us?” Kirihara glanced back over his shoulder as he asked.

Niou shrugged,” you’ll have to ask him that.”

“What? He doesn’t tell you anything?” He raised an eyebrow.

Niou shook his head, “No, he does, it’s just that it sounds better coming from him. And I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

Surprise, you’re dinner! That was something Kirihara was sure he wouldn’t mind hearing ahead of time.

“I heard that.”

Oh right, mind readers, “then stay outta my head!”

“Your mind is like a gerbil in a wheel, fascinating for the first few seconds, then it becomes loud, irritating and impossible to ignore.”

“Oh,” Kirihara smirked, sorely tempted to have as much fun at their expense as possible.

Niou rolled his eyes.

A large steel door finally loomed on the horizon. It was opened inward on the hinges, a flickering red light accenting the edges. Niou shoved him again, making him walk faster. At the edge of the doorway Kirihara dug his heels firmly into the ground. He jammed his shoulder back against Niou’s chest. He couldn’t outrun a vampire any day of the week, but he was damn well going to do something!

Niou stepped back, eyes narrowing. Kirihara crouched down into a fighting stance. Before he could lunge at the vampire, he was grabbed roughly from behind and thrown into the room. He caught sight of Yagyuu before he was turned and knocked down. Landing with a loud crack on his elbow, he rolled and cursed loudly. When his head stopped spinning from the pain he looked around for Kamio. The red-head sat next to him in the centre of a large room. It looked almost like a meeting room of sorts, many chairs and couches decorated the high walls. No windows; and only one other door. The light in the room came from dozens of lit torches set into the walls, there were rows of fluorescent lights on the ceiling, but they were left off.

Niou walked past the two on the ground, smirking as he tapped Kirihara’s knee with his foot.

Black boots.

Kirihara frowned, so it had been him that had kicked him in the face. Was that really entirely necessary? Sure, he had pulled a gun on him, but did he really need to boot him in the face?

Niou flopped down onto one of the couches, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his ankles. Yagyuu joined him, back straight as he sat down. Rolling the other direction Kirihara found another group of Vampires – extremely strong vampires.

All vampires emitted an energy, the older they became, the more that power grew. To a normal person it was a simple chill they felt. To a trained Hunter, this chill was an indication on whether to stay and fight, or get the hell out of there.

The tremor ran down Kirihara’s spine, making his hair stand on end. Kamio’s shoulders shuddered. He glanced back at Kirihara, eyes wide.

Three vampires were clustered around a single arm chair – one in the chair, one standing quietly behind, and another on the arm of the chair. They all regarded the two Hunters quietly, eyes focused.

One of those three has to be Sanada. Kirihara studied the three; unfortunately nothing was known about Sanada’s physical appearance. The power from all three was too similar, no way to pin point the Master as the most powerful.

“Kirihara-kun, Kamio-kun …your reputation precedes you.”

The first vampire to speak was the one sitting on the arm of the chair. Long thing arms rested over his crossed knees, skin drained of all colour. His dark, almost blue hair was tucked behind his ears making the sharp lines of his thin face more prominent. Tilting his head sideways he leaned back, hands resting on the arm behind him.

“It was no accident that we came across you, but the events of tonight were not our doing.”

So Girly-vampire must be Sanada-san? Kirihara frowned, but it didn’t seem like the Sanada-san he had heard on the phone that one day?

The vampire smirked, glancing back quickly at the other vampire in the chair.

So who would that make uber-sexy-vampire? Kirihara pursed his lips. There was no denying – he was extremely attractive …for a dead guy. His skin, although pale, still held some colour; making Kirihara wonder what he would have looked like while he was alive. Dark skin, perhaps? He couldn’t be Yukimura Seiichi-san …that just didn’t suit him …

“Kirihara-kun?”

Kirihara blushed, realizing he had gone off into his own little word again, “so if it wasn’t you, then who was it, and why did you abduct us?”

“That is what we’d like to know. And we simply ‘abducted’ you, as you put it, because it was safer for everyone involved to simply leave. We’d also like to hear what you know.”

Kirihara frowned again, his forehead was starting to hurt – he wasn’t used to frowning so much, “then why haven’t you just contacted Tezuka-san again?”

The thin vampire smirked again, “you presented us with a better opportunity.”

Fantastic, “what is it that we know and you don’t?”

“We have noticed that there are many Ancient vampires appearing, and the Hunters seem to be acting more frequently.”

“I’m sure a couple Ancient’s wouldn’t be much of a problem for you, from what I hear you can handle your own well enough,” Kirihara climbed to his feet, he didn’t like having to look up at someone.

Kamio was at his side in an instant, hand on his lower back, “we’ll be fine, I really don’t think we’re in danger,” he whispered.

“You are quite right Kamio-kun, you are safe here. None of us will feed from a Hunter.”

Kamio turned to face the three Ancient’s, “I have heard about some of these Ancient’s …all we have are theories though, nothing concrete …and certainly nothing worth your time.”

The vampire tilted his head, “oh?”

‘Uber-sexy-vampire’ finally spoke up, “I think that should be up to us to decide,” his deep voice carrying his confidence. Kirihara frowned, his voice sounded familiar.

Kamio’s shoulders tightened, “the only real reason why we think that many Ancient’s would come here would be to challenge either Sanada-san or Atobe-san, perhaps both, for their territory. We are some of the largest cities in the country, many resources, many people, and many chances for a Master to extend his power. We hunters have been more active because there is a pair of twin fledglings who have made a game out of making as many re-animated as possible.”

“Fledglings?” the two vampires looked at one another. The third stepped forward, soft brown hair falling just along his brow, “they will not be a problem for too long. Once their power grows, they will no longer make the re-animated, as you all call them.”

“Yeah, but that’s still many years, we may not be around that long if they keep this up!” Kirihara snarled, a vampire’s sense of time was far different from theirs – one hundred years to them was simply the blink of an eye.

The darker vampire leaned forward in the chair again, “I suggest you watch your tone Akaya.”

Kirihara bared his teeth before inhaling sharply, being in the presence of vampires for too long brought back bad memories. Always one to lose his temper quickly, he found it shortened around the Immortal. And where the hell did he get off using his given name?!

“Was that all you wanted to know?” His voice came out clipped.

The thin vampire shifted as the other rose from the chair, imposing height blocking the other two from view.

Kamio shifted to stand before Kirihara, “we both need to get to a hospital, and if you have no information to help us find out who attacked us, then we would like to go.”

Kirihara couldn’t help but feel proud. Kamio was weaker than himself, which made him by far weaker than the Ancient – but here he was, staring down the beast. Kamio’s resolve didn’t flinch, even when the vampire stood inches from him, staring him down.

Lowering his voice the vampire finally said, “this is as much a danger to you as it is to my kind. I want to protect my city as much as I’m sure you do. For now, I do not see an imminent danger; these Ancients have not attempted to threaten me. The moment something arises, I will contact Tezuka. Inform him of what I have said, and let him know I will be in contact. I do not allow others into my city without notifying me first, since they entered my city without alerting me, it is by our laws that I must handle this.”

Kirihara froze, breath catching in his throat. Wait a minute, was uber-sexy-vampire Sanada Genichirou?

Raising his head, the vampire locked eyes with Kirihara, “now you’ve got it.” Without even a stir of movement, he reached over Kamio’s shoulder and grabbed Kirihara by the collar. With a flick of his wrist he sent the small male flying across the room, hitting the ground to slide into the couch where Niou and Yagyuu sat. Niou jumped, pulling his feet up as Kirihara collided with the side. Kamio raised a hand to grab Sanada, but the other vampire appeared behind him, bird-boned hands grasping his wrists in a vice-like grip.

Sanada grabbed the front of Kirihara’s shirt, pulling him away from the side of the couch. Pinning him to the floor with a hand to his chest Sanada straddled his stomach. “Next time we meet, I expect a bit more respect from you,” his fangs flashed.

Kirihara clawed at Sanada’s wrists – it was like trying to scratch a steel beam. He was half tempted to tell him to go fuck himself – unfortunately, around a vampire you never really had to say anything.

Sanada pulled him from the floor and threw him in the other direction; sliding into the opposite wall. Kirihara rolled onto his stomach, breath coming out in short gasps. Sanada’s hand locked onto his throat, fingers high enough to curl behind his ears. He lifted him up to slam against the wall. Kirihara’s feet dangled inches above the ground, scratching at the rock behind him. His hand clung to Sanada’s wrist, trying to take the weight of his body off his throat as best he could.

Sanada’s pupils suddenly dilated, lips quirking in a quick grin, “you really do smell like blood.”

Ah fuck. He had ended up bloodying his shirt during the accident. Even though it was long dried, the smell was still clinging to his skin. Sanada leaned against him; rock hard body pressing against Kirihara’s bruised one. He trailed his tongue up Kirihara’s throat, mouth hovering over the jugular.

Kamio screamed, fighting against the vampire that held him,” don’t you fucking bite him!”

Sanada chuckled, mouth opening wide. Kirihara clenched his eyes shut, waiting for the pain. Nothing came. Instead, he felt Sanada’s lips back on his neck, this time he moved up his neck to his ear.

Sanada pressed his nose into the curls behind his ear, he made a slight confused noise before saying, “I don’t like the taste of Hunters.” He released Kirihara’s neck, letting him crumple to the floor. “Yukimura, you may let him go.”

The thin vampire smiled as he let go of Kamio’s wrists. Kamio sprinted across the room, sliding across the ground to Kirihara’s side. He turned to glare up at Sanada. The vampire ignored him as he turned and walked back to the chair. He threw himself down in it, lids narrowing seductively as Yukimura crawled onto his lap.

“Niou, Yagyuu, take them home.”
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