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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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(Dear god I can't spell!) Okay, I know more about Vampires than I do about Were's, but I know enough to know there's a difference between them and Shape-shifters. I make sure it's known that I'm talking about two different things, if you don't like it, sorry, but a werewolf can not change shape by will! And never, EVER will you hear me call it a fucking Lycan!! I never heard it called that until that god damn movie came out! Now everything is "Lycan" it's a fucking WEREWOLF! [/rant] Yes, I'm bitter, shut up. I do make up a bit about the two, but I'm kind of basing it on characteristics of werewolves from Laurell K. Hamilton, then I'm just making Shape-shifters weaker and as different as possible, just to kind of make it known that I'm keeping them as different creatures.

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CHAPTER 5

The silver elevator doors closed with a quiet chime, leaving Kirihara alone in the sterile white light. He picked nervously at the bandage around his arm. Several weeks and Inui-sensei wanted him back for a check-up, joy.

“I’d like you to try this,” Inui had waved a small paper cup under his nose. The liquid inside, if it could be called that, was a greenish-brown colour and looked like it would probably bounce if dropped.

“W-what is it?” Kirihara leaned away from the offending cup, crinkling his nose.

“Vegetables, it will restore energy and help boost your immune system,” Inui pushed the cup towards him again.

“U-uh, Tezuka-san is waiting for me, I’m supposed to be in a Hunter meeting!” He managed to get away that time, but when he had to go back, he better have another escape plan.

The meeting was already well under way when Kirihara slipped into the room. He excused himself as he stepped in between two other Hunters to get a better look at Tezuka. The Hunter to his right smiled down at him, nodding.

“What did I miss?” Kirihara whispered.

The Hunter leaned down to hear him better, leaning his head towards Kirihara’s ear, “He’s just telling us about the attacks over in Atobe’s district.” The Hunter pointed to the head of the table. Amane Hikaru and Kurobane Harukaze of Saeki Kojirou’s Rogue team sat nearest to Tezuka, both were covered in bandages.

“Kuwahara-san, where’s Saeki-san?” Kirihara rose up on his toes to try and see past the shoulders ahead of him.

“Still in the clinic, he’s recovering.”

Kirihara had worked with Kuwahara Jackal on several occasions. He had grown to see the Hunter as the older brother type. With Kirihara’s energetic and mischievous personality, Kuwahara was nicknamed his ‘babysitter’ by the other Hunters. The jibe irritated Kirihara more than the level-headed Kuwahara.

“We do not know the true intent of these attacks, but for now, I want some of the elite teams sent to that district to assess the situation. The remainder of the hunters will stay here; the threat of these fledglings is still on going. There have been reports of a third, meaning they will be creating the re-animated even quicker,” Tezuka’s voice rose over the crowd. Everyone in the room was silent.

A male had been standing slightly behind Tezuka’s shoulder, out of sight. Tezuka glanced at him before lifting his head to address the room, “as for the elites, I want you all to report to Oishi Syuichirou, my next in command. He will be leading the head team on their out bound mission. Teams staying here will continue to report to me. I know you all act independently, but until we know the truth behind these attacks, I want this Organization to be united. Set aside all your differences until that time; don’t let your guard down.” Tezuka paused, eyes flitting around the room, “another thing I would like to add, all outbound teams will be joined by a Shape-shifter.”

Whispers and mutters started to pass around the Hunters, some in question and some in anger.

“Why should we work with more supernatural creatures?” A voice rose up, others joined it in agreement, “aren’t they the problem in the first place!? How do we know they aren’t helping out whoever is attacking the other Hunters!?”

Tezuka’s expression never wavered, the sign of a true leader. “I have been on speaking terms with many of the Shape-shifters and Were’s in the area. The ones that I have spoken to have no allegiance to the Vampires, but that does not mean they all don’t. I do not want to gamble with your lives, and because I am technically sending you out there blind, I want something in the teams that can handle more than the average human. You may not like what I have decided, but that is how it will be.”

A small red-head beside Amane stood up, walking around the table to stand beside Oishi. Tezuka extended his hand to him in introduction, “Kikumaru Eiji, Shape-shifter. He, along with the rest of his Clan, have agreed to help us. He is under my protection, and any attack on him or his clan will be a personal attack against me. Is that clear?”

A murmur of agreement passed through the crowd. No one was overjoyed with the new arrangements, but no one was willing to go against Tezuka – at least not openly.

Shape-shifters were far more popular than Were’s, being the ones with a choice to turn into their creature. Were’s were seen more as a threat, a contagious disease, with no choice about changing into their creature. Once changed, they lost all humanity and would attack and kill any who got in their way. The disease, lycanthropy, was passed through a bite. So if the person did not die after an attack, they were cursed to become what had attacked them on every full moon. Shape-shifters, on the other hand, were able to turn into their creature whenever they chose to and retain their humanity. The origin of the shape shifters power was unknown, but the ability was passed down through families – through the blood. A Were was a creature that looked both animal and human; like a wolf that stood on two legs with the round chest and arms of a man. A Shape-shifter looked completely like their beast; and could pass in the animal kingdom as one of their own. Some even retained human characteristics like eye colour and hair colour, the fur or skin taking on a similar shade. There was no way to contract the shape-shifting ability, except by birth. Some witches had the ability to transform into an animal, but it took very skilled and dangerous magic.

Kikumaru shifted his weight uneasily, not unaware of the hatred for his kind. Shape-shifters were far safer to employ than a Were, and their ability to change at will came in handy when dealing with a creature that couldn’t be handled by a mere human. Both beings had supernatural strength and speed when in their human forms. Were’s were the stronger of the two, and usually had to tone down their strength to blend in with humans. Shape-shifters were stronger, but could pass for human with little effort.

“He will be joining Oishi’s team; the other teams will be introduced to their Shape-shifters before they leave. All Hunters should be in teams now, no exceptions. After recent attacks from these fledglings,” Tezuka’s eyes fell on Kirihara, “it is not safe for Hunters to travel alone. I expect larger nests to be taken on by more than one team, the situation will be assessed and teams will be assigned accordingly. I expect reports from all so we can keep track of the movement of these Fledglings and their nests. I want no mistakes; we’ve received more than enough injuries lately. I want no fatalities. That is all.”

Kuwahara placed his hand against Kirihara’s lower back as he leaned in closer to his ear, “keep yourself safe little demon, you still owe me a drink.” He winked before blending in with the crowd leaving the large board room.

Kirihara felt another hand on his elbow. He glanced over his shoulder to find a small male that he didn’t recognize at his side. Large golden eyes sat in the middle of a small cherubic face framed with messy black hair. The boy looked to be about 16, maybe, and barely passed Kirihara’s shoulders.

“Kirihara Akaya?” The boy asked, tilting his head as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Yeah?”

“I’m Echizen Ryoma …your new partner,” golden eyes narrowed, “Tezuka-san told you about me, right?”

Kirihara fought the urge to gape - when he said kid, he wasn’t kidding, “Echizen eh? How old are you anyway!”

Ryoma frowned, pursing his lips,” I’m only a year younger than you.”

Well shit, Kirihara scratched his head, “Jesus kid, you look way younger!” He couldn’t really talk; people still though he was 17 or 18 – on a good day.

Ryoma rolled his eyes, “yeah, I’m aware of that.”

Kirihara narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like this kid’s attitude; it was far too much like his own. He was probably going to end up shooting him …if the kid was that lucky.

“Look, I don’t like this any more than you do, but Tezuka-san said you’re one of his best. I may be called a rookie, but I’m not useless. I’m not big on this whole doubles thing but we have to work together whether we like it or not,” Ryoma hooked his hands behind his neck, golden eyes lazy scanning over Kirihara.

He felt his patience wearing very thin. He’d definitely end up shooting this kid, probably by the end of the week.

“I heard about what happened between you and Tachibana-san, should I go and pick up some Kevlar shoes then?” Ryoma grinned mischievously, raising an eyebrow.

He’d be lucky if he wasn’t shot by the end of the day, “for you, I’d be going for the knees.” Kirihara smiled sweetly.

Ryoma’s smile grew wider, “I always repay favors, you know.”

“Good to know.”

By the time they left the building the sun was reaching higher into the sky. Kirihara checked his watch, 10am. So far they weren’t given a job, meaning he had the rest of the day to recover. Most of that time would be spent on sleep. Even though he spent half a day unconscious in a cellar, he still felt like he had run a marathon – twice.

Momoshiro and Kaidoh followed Kirihara and Ryoma out of the building, all shielding their eyes as soon as the sun hit them. Ryoma grinned and hung back, falling into stride beside Momoshiro. Momoshiro’s violet eyes flickered in question to Kaidoh before landing on Ryoma. The rookie smiled, winking at him before breaking away. He waved over his shoulder as he headed to his car.

Momoshiro stared after Ryoma’s retreating back. Right. “Yo, Kirihara,” he had to forcefully draw his eyes away from the rookie’s swaying hips, “do you need a ride home?” He closed one eye against the blaring sun, hand shielding the other as best he could.

Oh shit, Kirihara sighed, he still needed a vehicle – seeing as though his was probably still upside down in the ditch next to the highway. “Yeah, actually, I haven’t been issued a replacement yet,” he hadn’t actually had time to phone his insurance company. Maybe the Organization would cover it? Do pigs fly?

Kaidoh excused himself suddenly, leaving the pair by weaving through the nearby cars. He made his way to the far side of the garage, stopping by a large silver car – Cadillac, neither subtle nor cheap. Inui lifted his head from where he was unlocking the driver-side door. He adjusted his glasses and smiled.

“No one else knows, but those two are dating,” Momoshiro attempted to hide his smirk, and failed brilliantly.

Kirihara snorted, ”bullshit.”

“No, seriously, they started dating a month or so ago, that’s the real reason Kaidoh joined the Organization. He just tells everyone that it was because of the Rogue attacks,” Momoshiro’s grin grew wider.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Kirihara laughed.

Both shuddered, images of green juice burned into their memory.

“Did he make you drink it?” Momoshiro asked suddenly, expression serious.

“He tried, but I ran,” Kirihara shuddered, sticking out his tongue.

“Lucky,” Momoshiro shuddered all the way to his feet as if he were a giant bird ruffling its feathers.

Momoshiro’s car was parked at the opposite side of the garage, the large pool of sunlight making the car look almost blue. The black handles were hot to the touch, as was the interior. Momoshiro cursed as he patted down the steering wheel, trying to find a spot cool enough to touch. The car roared to life, warm air blasted out of the vent as the car tried to cool itself down. Kirihara blocked the vents with his hands; he was warm enough, he didn’t really need the extra help. Pulling onto the road the sun rose high and bright in front of them, sky clear blue and cloudless.

“Momoshiro-“

“Call me Momo,” Momoshiro glanced at him, smiling.

“Momo, did Tezuka-san mention anything about when the next jobs would be given out?”

“Not to my knowledge,” Momo shrugged, eyes on the road, “but it’ll probably be tonight or tomorrow night. We don’t seem to be getting any kind of break, so I wouldn’t expect to be sitting around for too long.”

Kirihara’s apartment was stifling hot when he stepped into it an hour later. Gagging, he kicked off his boots and set about opening all his windows as he stripped off the first layer of clothing. A cool breeze rustled his hair as he stood at the kitchen patio door, the curtains around him fluttered. For that simple moment he could forget everything. Cool wind dancing across his skin, small beads of sweat trailing down the back of his neck, clothing rustling and brushing gently against his legs. Standing against the doorframe, just to stand there – it wasn’t very often he could do something just for the sake of doing it. The sun lit the apartment with a golden glow, making extra lighting unnecessary. Pushing away from the door he padded into his bedroom, collapsing onto the cool white sheets of his bed.

The next thing Kirihara knew, there was a pounding on his door and his cell phone was beeping 3 missed messages. He lifted his head groggily from the pillows, curly black hair falling into his eyes. His arm stretched out of the tangle of sheets, knocking around on the bed side table – hoping it eventually connected with his alarm clock. Tilting the device down, he blinked his blurred eyes a few times before the fuzzy red numbers came into focus.

6am.

Damn.

Kirihara jumped out of his bed, he hadn’t realized he was that tired - tired enough to be practically dead for an entire day. The knocking continued; a tone of urgency in the volume.

“Yeah, I’m coming!” Kirihara yelled, jogging into the front hallway.

He cracked the door open, chain lock clinking as it was stretched. Angry golden eyes narrowed in on him, glaring heatedly. He opened the door the rest of the way and stepped aside, Ryoma stomped in.

“I called you,” he frowned, eyebrow rising as he noticed Kirihara was clothed only in a pair of boxers.

Kirihara shuffled nervously, “yeah, I’ve been asleep.”

Ryoma rolled his eyes, oh really, “Tezuka sent out a text, we have a job. I came so that we could go over a plan; we’re with Momoshiro and Kaidoh on this one. And since you don’t answer your phone, I came over.”

“I haven’t checked my phone yet,” Kirihara padded in the kitchen, “coffee?”

Ryoma followed him into the tiny kitchen, “please,” he looked almost relieved.

Kirihara grinned, ”not a morning person?”

“Oh god no,” Ryoma yawned, “I don’t mean to be rude, but this is going to be really awkward with you just walking around in your underwear …”

Kirihara looked down, oh yeah! He grinned, “I forgot, I kind of jumped out of bed when you knocked …”

Ryoma’s lips pursed as he smirked, his eyes traveled from Kirihara’s shoulders down to his hips. Not really his type, but nice to look at none-the-less.

“I’ll go put pants on, coffee’s set, when it’s done cups are up here,’ he pointed to a cupboard next to the fridge, “whatever else you need should be in the fridge.”

Grabbing the jeans from the day before he struggled into them; one hand pulling them up while he balanced his phone in the other wrapped hand. Flipping open the phone he scanned through the message, trying to button his pants with his thumb. “Apartment?” He yelled out to Ryoma.

“Yeah,” Ryoma’s voice was distant and muffled, cups clinked in the background, “an abandoned apartment in the older part of the city. Only homeless there, they think the Vampires might have been turning its residents.”

Kirihara stepped back into the kitchen, “damn.” He reached over Ryoma’s head for his cup, “that’s way too big of a place for us to look, is that why they’ve paired us with Momo and Kaidoh?”

Ryoma nodded, turning to face Kirihara, “we’re supposed to meet with them in a bit. It’s probably safer for us to take a look at this place in the day-time, just incase it is a huge nest.”

Kirihara nodded and then froze, realizing he had Ryoma pinned against the counter as he reached for his cup. Letting his arm drop slowly, he attempted to back away, but Ryoma’s foot hooked the back of his leg. Putting his hands on the counter he leaned over the smaller boy. Ryoma tilted his head up as he grinned, golden eyes narrowed seductively. The tip of his tongue darted out to moisten tiny pink lips. Kirihara brought their faces close, too close. He could smell whatever Ryoma had used to brush his teeth, sweet with mint. The younger had long dark eyelashes that fanned over his cheeks when he blinked. Small light freckles were painted along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Ryoma’s hips arched out to meld with his own, the foot on the back of his leg slid up to his thigh – bringing his knee up along side Kirihara’s hip. Kirihara brushed his lips to Ryoma’s before drawing back; way, way too close. He wiggled his leg to knock Ryoma’s foot off and stepped back, out of arms reach.

He was flustered, and he didn’t like it. If his will power was any less (like it usually was) he would have ended up doing Ryoma on his kitchen counter. What a way to start a partnership!

“I’m going for a shower, make yourself at home.”

Leaving the kitchen in a hurry, he missed Ryoma’s mischievous smirk as he raised his coffee cup.
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