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Colour me Blood red: Human after all	By : DragonBlade Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yup, slowly but surely I'm updating this story. Yes, I had to do the zombie thing. I randomly came up with this idea a loooong time ago and couldn't figure out how to work it in.

The make shift flame thrower actually does work. I've seen it done, I forget what he was using but it was in a kitchen (hence the cooking spray) but any aerosol actually works.

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CHAPTER 3

The sound of dripping water was the first thing that alerted him to the fact that something was dramatically wrong. The second was the pounding in his skull; and the third, of course, was the laughing.

The child-like laughter drew him further into consciousness. His brain screamed at him that he needed to wake up, right now! Unfortunately, for some reason, he couldn’t get any other part of him to obey.

How hard was he hit?

He wasn’t exactly sure what the hell happened. He remembered chasing that Vampire and then running past a lamp post somehow surrounded by shadows, and that was about the extent of his memory.

“Hunter-san, do wake up.”

No …it couldn’t be …Kirihara slowly opened his eyes. This wasn’t happening. It had been months since the Vampires disappeared and all the Hunters assumed they were safe. Guess they were right in saying assuming made an ass out of you.

“Miss me?” Yohei smiled brightly.

Last time he had seen the Vampire his skin was almost completely transparent, sunken in around the bones of his face. Now he was flushed a healthy pink and his cheeks had plumped back out. He looked healthy and sane.

What the hell happened these past few months?

“I have a welcome back present for you!” Yohei clapped excitedly.

“Is that so?” Kirihara noticed the female Vampire behind Yohei’s shoulder, looking slightly nervous. She crept back slowly, looking like she would rather be anywhere but here. Kirihara agreed with her at that moment.

“Yep, I think you’ll like it too,” the Vampire clasped his hands behind his back and bounced on his toes.

“I doubt that,” Kirihara hissed.

“Oh don’t be like that!” Yohei chuckled, “it’s been so long since we last saw one another, I thought you’d be happy!”

“Ecstatic,” Kirihara spat.

“That’s what I thought,” Yohei’s voice sobered and he slowly started to circle the Hunter. “As you have probably noticed, you’re handcuffed to a chair. But don’t worry, it’s a wooden chair, I’m sure you can break it.”

Kirihara pulled on the cuffs, yup, secured. He was trapped.

“I have taken your weapons and your cell phone, and any other fun little toys I found …”

Kirihara cursed mentally. He was totally fucked.

“But,” he leaned on Kirihara’s shoulder and pointed to a table at the far end of the large warehouse, “I left you a present. You can run fast, right?”

Kirihara frowned, it looked like his cell phone and knife on that table, what the hell was Yohei planning?

“What I’m planning?” The Vampire giggled, “a game of course!”

Kirihara froze; since when could Yohei read minds?

The Vampire smiled knowingly. “Now, putting that aside, as you can see, we’re in a huge abandoned warehouse. If you listen, you will hear water. We’re on the coast so we’re all alone and pretty far from your friends. Well, all but one friend.”

What the fuck did that mean?

“I have hidden someone very important to you in this huge building. The only catch is that I found an old graveyard and had some friends of mine raise it for me. Somehow they all became flesh-eating zombies, funny how that happens sometimes,” Yohei shrugged.

“YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING!?” Kirihara screamed, pulling hard enough on the cuffs to cut his wrists.

“I’ve kept the doors closed to keep them out of here for a while. You might want to find your friend before they do, if they haven’t already, that is.”

What the- you have to be fucking- what frigging friend!? Kirihara’s frantic mind fell on one answer and his eyes widened. Marui!

Yohei smirked and winked; bingo. “Have fun,” he smiled and then stepped into the shadows and disappeared.

The moment he was gone several doors around the large room opened and the groans and growls of the shuffling dead filtered through the room. Shuffling, sliding, wet squelching noises, heavy thuds, everything seemed to come from all around him. With his luck it was.

In the darkness he could only make out faint outlines, the only light coming from large windows far up the walls and a small desk lamp. The warehouse was huge, from what he could tell. There were large bay doors to one side and a long row of windows at the opposite end. Catwalks and stairs criss-crossed high above him, leading to upper floors that were lost to the shadows.

The smell of rot and death got stronger, fueling his sense of panic. Looking at the windows he realized the game – he could easily escape, climbing scaffolding and boxes to get to a window, but Marui would die. The other option was to venture further into the building and find his friend, hoping the Vampire was telling the truth.

Only one way to find out.

Kirihara stood awkwardly, hands bound behind him to the chair. After a moments hesitation and a sharp intake of breath he dropped forcefully, using his body weight and the concrete floor to break the chair. The first hit jammed the chair, cracking the frame. He bit back a cry of pain as the chair was forced into the soft undersides of his arms, jarring his shoulders and numbing his hands. Standing up again he threw himself down. The frame split and he tumbled to the ground.

He kicked and thrashed to get the wood away from the snagged cuffs. After a quick twist of his back he was free from the chair. The zombies were getting closer, drawn to the sounds of his struggles. Rolling onto his back again he wriggled and contorted himself until he could slide his bound hands from behind his back. He stretched up his legs and wiggled them under his arms until he was finally loose.

He had no lock pick, no pins, nothing to get the cuffs off. His only hope was that Yohei left the key with his knife.

Zombies were close enough now their stench made him gag. The once shapeless forms were now clear, limbs becoming defined. He ran as fast as he could, praying to any one that would listen to not trip on something. Reaching the table he vaulted over it, putting it between himself and the horde.

Grabbing his weapons he unsheathed his knife and put the blade between his teeth. Fumbling with his cell phone he managed to flip it open; no service.

Oh for fuck sakes!!

Kicking the table at a brave zombie trying to clamber over it he stuffed his phone in his pocket and grabbed the knife. Wouldn’t do him any good in his mouth. He located the closest door and made a mad dash for it. There was no key on the table so he was stuck cuffed; that made everything way more difficult.

Shouldering through the door he met two shocked zombies. Not waiting for them to realize he wasn’t another dead he kicked the chest of one zombie and drove his knife into the eye socket of the other. Without a gun or some way to start a fire the best he could hope for was to slow them down and get out of the way.

Scrambling over the thrashing rotting bodies he darted down the short hallway, trying to settle his stomach. With the knife in one hand and the open cell in his other he ran past windows, praying one was close to a cell tower. He took the upcoming stair case three at a time, trying to keep ahead of the rotting mob following him. By the looks of it, Yohei had held the zombies on the first floor. That gave him a small chance of finding Marui first, and staying alive for that matter.

In the middle of the hall his phone picked up a bar. He dialed quickly, not moving incase he lost the signal. The phone picked up after the first ring.

“Akaya! Omigod help me!”

It was Marui. Kirihara closed his eyes and cursed silently; Yohei was telling the truth.

He could hear the zombies at the end of the hall, the stench was getting stronger.

“Where are you?” He stood in a small pool of light coming in from the window, stripped in shadows from the window frame. Bodies came into view between the deep shadows, graying flesh shambling towards him.

“I don’t know! I was on my way home and I was jumped and-“

“I’m in the warehouse with you, I’m trying to find you, are you hiding?” Kirihara had no time for Marui’s hysterics; he needed to find him now!

“You are?! Yeah, yeah, I found a group of zombies or something so I ran! I feel like I’m in a frigging movie, Akaya please tell me this isn’t real!”

Oh, it was real, way too real. “Where are you?”

“Um …an office?”

“Office where?” The zombies were close now but he didn’t want to chance moving and lose the signal.

“Third floor, at the end of a long hallway, there are a bunch in the hall!”

He couldn’t wait any longer! His voice had an edge of hysteria he couldn’t hide, “Bar the door and I’ll find you!” he hung up and turned on his heel, rotted hands catching in his shirt. The force of his lunge managed to break their grip and he continued down the hall.

He ran past windows, every one taunting him with a safe exit. The lights in the distance illuminated the piers. A cargo ship sat docked, large crates were stacked around it, waiting for the crews in the morning. The grey water lapped at the docks, quiet, serene.

No one to hear him scream as he was eaten by a horde of flesh eating zombies.

He had managed to keep away from Sanada for months, but if there was ever a time he needed him, now was it! He had no weapons to fight with, a friend somewhere in the large building also in danger of being eaten alive, and was cuffed and scared. For the first time in a long time he was honestly scared. Scared for himself, scared for Marui, scared because he had no idea what to do.

His footfalls echoed loudly around him, too loud, but not loud enough to muffle the groans and screams from behind him.

He found another staircase and took it at three steps again. Another empty hallway, another dozen rooms, another dozen chances to escape. Marui said there were zombies outside the door, so all he had to do was find a group of zombies milling around. Sounds like fun.

Corridor after empty corridor; he managed to keep ahead of the mob, but for how much longer? They were spreading around, hungry, looking for him. He could no longer tell by smell where they were, the smell was everywhere. Every corner terrified him, what was behind it?

He rounded a corner and his fear was confirmed; a zombie. Rotted hands grabbed at his shirt, dirty fingers tearing at his skin. Misted eyes focused on him as the rotted mouth sought him out. A zombie was different than a re-animated. Re-Animated vampires didn’t rot; their grey skin was never covered in sores and decomposed holes exposing muscle, bone and sinew. They smelled of dirt and mold, not bad meat left out in the sun and then rolled in fresh dirt.

He slashed wildly at the zombie, double handing the knife because of the cuffs. He continued to hack at the zombie but the creature never stopped. He was forced back by teeth and nails and sheer unnatural strength. Now he knew why people fell so easily to a group of shuffling dead.

Zombie parts littered the ground, blood and gore covered Kirihara from head to toe. The head gnashed its teeth and the hands crawled around the floor, but it was no longer a threat.

He panted and shuddered, tears streaming down his cheeks. What the fuck was he doing!?

I can’t do this! I can’t do this! He screamed mentally. He stared down at his bloody hands; what the hell was going on? Why him!? Why did every god damn bad thing happen to him?

He slammed his hands into the wall. He didn’t have time for hysteria, no matter how badly he wanted to just curl up in a ball and scream. He needed to find Marui; unlike him, his friend had no idea what was happening.

He was the expert; he needed to start acting like one.

He slammed his hands into the wall again, splattering blood, and then took off at a run.

Corner after corner until they all blended together; white walls, dark shadows, echoing groans. He found a door at the far corner of the warehouse, almost passing it in his rush. He slid up to the door and pressed his ear to the misted glass. He heard the unmistakable shuffling and groaning of the zombies and a more distant muffled sound that made his heart clench.

“Akaya! Please! Help me!”

How was he supposed to get past those zombies with only a knife?

Fuck it.

Kirihara threw open the door and lunged at the closest zombie.

“Bunta-san! Open the door!”

The office door creaked open and Kirihara caught a glimpse of pale skin and red hair. He rode the closest zombie to the ground and slammed his knife through the back of its skull. Before the other zombies could fall on him Kirihara vaulted off the felled body and skirted around the others. He rammed into the door and spun, kicking the door closed as he hit the floor. Zombies scrambled at the door as Marui shoved a filing cabinet back in front of it.

Kirihara threw his arms over his head, chest heaving as he tried to calm down.

Holy fuck he did it.

He found Marui and he wasn’t eaten alive.

But now he was trapped in an interior windowless office with a civilian, no weapons, and surrounded by flesh-eating zombies. Out of the frying pan and into the fire didn’t even begin to cover it.

Marui dropped to his knees with a sob and buried his face in Kirihara’s stomach. The Hunter watched some of the tension leave his friend’s shoulders.

“I’m scared,” Marui whispered, voice almost completely muffled by Kirihara’s shirt.

Kirihara bit back his answering tears; Marui needed him, needed him to be strong. “I’m here now, we’ll figure this out.” Somehow.

Marui nodded and sat back on his haunches, “I was bit.” The fear was blatant in his voice.

“So was I? What- OH!”

Marui nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks, “are we gonna …you know …”

Kirihara realized immediately where this was going, “no we’re not going to become zombies. This wasn’t a virus like in the movies. It takes really strong black magic to raise a zombie. Especially this many. This was probably a few black magic users,” Kirihara mused, voice dropping to a whisper as he though through what this could possibly mean.

Marui nodded, violet eyes impossibly wide, showing too much white. “How do we get out?”

Not the question he really wanted to answer, “I’m not sure yet.”

Marui’s eyes darted around in panic, “are we trapped?”

Pretty much. “Do you have a lighter?” Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Um …” Marui patted down his pockets. In his jean pocket he pulled out a yellow bic lighter.

“I’m thankful, but why do you have a lighter?”

Marui shrugged, “Jackal told me to keep one on me?”

If they got out Kirihara swore to thank him over and over again!

Taking the lighter he pocketed it and started trashing the room, looking for something flammable.

‘What are you doing?” Marui shuffled behind him, confused.

Kiriahra let out a triumphant yell and held up a can of air freshener.

“Seriously?” Marui frowned, “I know it reeks but …”

“Make-shift torch. I’ve only done it with cooking spray before, but this stuff should work too.” Kirihara grinned. “Zombies die faster with a head shot, but fire purifies all. Should buy us some time.”

“I don’t like this,” but he followed Kirihara anyway.

Kirihara eased open the door and with the aerosol in one hand and the lighter in the other, he flicked the flint and let out a stream of sweet smelling flammable air. The spray ignited as it passed over the lighter, turning into a stream of flame. A man-made flame thrower. The nearest zombie caught on fire when the flames touched it. With a shriek no human mouth could ever make the zombie fell to the floor in a writhing mass of flames.

Before he could torch the next zombie all the bodies in front of him exploded into tiny bits; blood, gore, and brain matter.

Kirihara threw his arms over his face to block the most of it and shielded Marui as best he could. When he risked a glance he let out a startled “HANH!?”

Sanada pointed to the lighter in his hand, “light that.”

Blinking in confusion he sparked the wheel, igniting the flame. Sanada’s eyes flickered red before the flame leapt from the lighter to the zombie parts surrounding them.

Snapping out of his stupor Kirihara managed to ask, “how did you find me?”

Sanada blinked, “you called me.”

“I did what?”

Sanada watched him for a moment before sighing, “you must have done is unconsciously. I guess you dropped your shields when you were distressed. I felt your panic and heard you call my name, so I came to find you.”

That went so far over his head it wasn’t even funny. “Uh …I’m sorry?” Kirihara had no idea what else to say.

Very out of character, Sanada shrugged; not his usual elegant roll of one shoulder, but a very human, very blatant ‘fuck if I know’ shrug. Sanada was as startled as he was. Not necessarily a good sign. “Some others are on their way to help clean this place up while I get you two out.”

“Fair enough,” Kirihara replied, glad for the change of subject. He just wanted out of the building; he decided he couldn’t be picky on how that happened.

Sanada led the two into a clear outer hallway and put his elbow through a window. Taking Marui first he delivered him safely to the ground. Hopping back in through the large window he held his hand out to Kirihara.

For the first time the situation struck him. Here he was being saved by the guy he had been going out of his way to avoid for the past six months or so. He needed the time to sort through his head, deciding what he needed to work on, and what would work itself through. He had managed to work through most of his bullshit, but he seemed to keep putting off this topic.

“Now is not the time for an attack of conscience Akaya, let’s go!” Sanada growled.

Right. Zombies now, mental B.S later

He gripped Sanada’s forearm and the Vampire helped him out the window and onto the small lip underneath. He wasn’t naturally afraid of heights, or falling from them for that matter. It was the abrupt stop at the end that bothered him. Concrete wasn’t known for its shock absorption.

“I won’t let you fall,” Sanada’s voice was hushed, reassuring.

Fuck it. Kirihara nodded and Sanada wrapped his arms around him and jumped. Wind rushed past his ears and as quickly as it began, it was over. Sanada’s feet hit the pavement with a loud crack and he bent his knees to absorb the shock. The fall wouldn’t kill him, but broken bones were a bitch to reset.

Sanada released him and Kirihara stumbled away on shaky knees. The sun was still down, but a bright pink line was starting on the horizon. They had a few hours until the Vampires had to leave.

Familiar and unfamiliar faces rushed past him, darting in and around the building. Clean-up had started.

Niou suddenly broke from the group and grabbed Kirihara in a bone-crushing hug.

He gasped as his lungs were crushed, “Niou-san, Niou-san, human!”

The Vampire released him, “fucking Christ you scared me! Jackal called me because he couldn’t find you! None of us could find you! You’ve been gone for HOURS!”

Kidnapping tends to do that. “Yohei’s back. I was knocked out and somehow brought here.”

“HOW!? Do you realize how far this is from where you were!? He’s a Fledgling, only someone really strong can travel that fast!” Niou gripped his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises.

“I don’t know, I only saw Yohei! But he looked healthy again, so he might be strong enough.”

Niou sighed in relief and pressed his forehead to Kirihara’s, “at least we found you two alive.” He let go of Kirihara and turned to Marui to give him a bone-crushing hug as well.

“I’ll get Yagyuu to take you into the town, I’ll draw too much attention if I go with you.” Sanada gestured to the darkness of the building and the mentioned Vampire appeared.

That was true; the Master attracted as much attention as a celebrity.

“Um, problem, we’re both going to attract a lot of attention covered in blood and brains.” Kirihara plucked at his shirt.

Sanada looked them over, realizing for the first time that they were both covered in dirt, sweat, and bloody zombie bits.

“Shit.” Sanada frowned, “we don’t have enough time to get you home tonight.” He looked back at the building, and then at the distant sunrise, weighing his options.

“Niou,” Marui interrupted, “give me your shirt.”

The Vampire raised and eyebrow, “pardon?”

“Switch me shirts, that way we can pass in town and at least get into a public bathroom without looking like mass murderers.” Marui pulled of his soiled shirt and held it out to the Vampire, not giving him an option.

Sanada’s scowl clearly said, ‘why didn’t I think of that’.

Kirihara shook his head slightly; he seemed to be the only one who noticed the differences in Sanada’s expressions. A twitch of his mouth, a crinkle of the brow, a slight narrowing of his eyes, to him it was loud and clear. It was clear as if he had shouted ‘I’m pissed!’ instead of simply frowning. Was it their bond? Or was he just observant? Yeah, that later was completely unlikely.

Niou stripped off his shirt and handed it to Marui, the smaller male pulled it over his head, the short sleeves falling past his elbows. Yagyuu unbuttoned his shirt and handed it to Kirihara, who removed his own bloodied shirt. Their pants would have to do; the red didn’t stand out so obviously on the dark material of their jeans.

Kirihara frowned at Yagyuu, “aren’t you taking us to town?”

He had the grace to look embarrassed, but quickly disguised it by tilting his head back and adjusting his glasses, “the sun is getting to warm for me, I have to stay here, at least in the building I’m out of it’s direct light.

“Ah,” sometimes it was easy to forget Yagyuu was a Fledgling. “Look, it is getting light, Marui and I can take ourselves to town. I don’t know what Yohei did to my weapons so if you find them just hold them and I’ll get them later.”

Sanada nodded, letting the humans jog off to the nearby town while he turned to the group of Vampires waiting patiently behind him. It was time to clean up the mess.
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