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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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By the way I love writing people throwing a fit ...everyone needs a hobby. If you haven't guessed already, I'm bull-shitting a LOT, but it's a fanfic, I don't feel like researching (I don't think my computer will handle surfing anyway) over something like a fanfic, so I'm kind of just extending on what I've read.

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CHAPTER 9

Kirihara balanced a stack of files as he maneuvered around a Hunters desk. It was easier said than done. He had already dropped them once when he didn’t notice a garbage can under his feet. His punishment for insulting a guest was a few days of running errands; which basically meant Tezuka was running out of ideas to punish him with. He spent several hours running around the building retrieving files and anything else Hunters might need. That was usually a job reserved for the children of Hunters - something where their parents could keep an eye on them but it gave the kids something to do. The children that were running around retrieving files for their parents giggled up at Kirihara. A little girl crouched down to help him pick up the files he had dropped the first time. She smiled up at him as she handed him the last manilla folder, a large scar across her nose and bow shaped mouth. Kirihara smiled back, careful to hide his shock. It wasn’t just the Hunters lives that were in danger every day, their families were as well. The little girl had waved and run off, pink skirts fluttering behind her.

Kirihara sighed and shook his head; this wasn’t the kind of job you took when you had a family.

The files he carried suddenly felt heavier and he had to shake his head again to stop from slipping into the dark thoughts that were lingering at the corners of his mind. He nodded defiantly and continued down the hall to the file room. Tezuka had been going through old files and new files over the past few days too see if anything shed some kind of light on the situation at hand. With the amount of files and books going back and forth, apparently nothing had.

Kirihara shuffled around a cubicle, using his heels to follow the edge so he didn’t clip his elbow and drop the file …again. Some Hunters had requested closed in spaces because it helped them concentrate. It muffled the noise from people moving and running and the volume of voices.

“Yo.”

Kirihara looked up to find Momoshiro leaning over the top of the cubicle. Violet eyes sparkled with laughter as he watched the smaller Hunter shuffle around with the files. He rested his chin on the top of the cubicle, hands cushioning.

“Yo,” Kirihara nodded.

“So this is what they’re making you do to make up for pissing off Atobe-san’s Hunter.”

Kirihara wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes, “yeah.”

Momoshiro reached down and ruffled his hair, “hey, I agree with you. I don’t like taking orders from the Vamps, so there’s no way in hell I’d work for one. Shishido-san fucked you up pretty good though.” He reached over the top of the cubicle and cupped Kirihara’s jaw, tilting his head up to get a better look.

Kirihara smiled, his jaw was bruised and his lips busted – but hey, he’d been knocked around by some of the best so a little right hook was nothing.

Momoshiro chuckled, “you are way too proud of that.” The elevators across the hall binged and the doors opened. Momoshiro glanced over Kirihara’s head and froze, “oi, look.”

Kikumaru Eiji, the red-headed shape-shifter that was assigned to Oishi’s outbound team, stepped out of the elevator. A small sleepy-eyed blond shuffled out of the elevator behind him, stifling a yawn. Kikumaru glanced around before spotting Momoshiro and Kirihara. He smiled, showing small feline fangs, before skipping over to them.

“It’s you!” He exclaimed happily before throwing his arm around Kirihara’s neck.

He flailed under the weight of the shape shifter, trying to keep the files up, “me?”

“Kirihara Akaya, right? Green eyed demon elf with curly black hair!”

Kirihara twitched, teeth gritting – demon elf?

Kikumaru rested his chin on Kirihara’s shoulder, “that’s what Shishido called you anyway.” He rubbed his cheek against Kirihara’s neck and stopped, body going rigid. He dropped his arm and stepped back.

“What?”

Kikumaru leaned back towards him, careful to keep himself as distant as possible, and sniffed his neck.

“Do I smell?” Kirihara crinkled his nose, he had showered that morning?

Kikumaru shook his head, worry and confusion passing behind his eyes. His attitude quickly changed, a large smile spreading across his face, but the strange look in his eyes remained. “Jirou and I just came back to report to Tezuka, is he in his office?” He bounced on his toes but remained out of arms reach.

Momoshiro dropped his hand onto Kirihara’s head, “yeah, he’s doing some research so he should still be in his office.”

Kikumaru nodded, turning on his heel to bounce down the hall towards Tezuka’s office. Jirou followed behind him slowly.

Kirihara didn’t like the look the shifter had given him; he had seen that exact same look far too often growing up. Even Sanada had given him that look – the look that said there was something wrong with him, something dirty. What the hell was going on?

Momoshiro pat his head, trying to get his attention, “yo Kirihara, I’ll help you put those away. Then I’m meeting Mamushi and Echizen for lunch so you’re coming with me.”

“Oh,” was his only reply, mind elsewhere. “How is the rookie?” He asked as Momoshiro started dividing up the pile of folders.

“Good, he’s been tagging along with Kaidoh and I since you’ve been gone,” Momoshiro shrugged.

Kirihara nodded and fell in stride behind Momoshiro as they made their way to the file room. He knew the reason Momoshiro invited him along, he saw the way Kikumaru reacted to him and wanted to show that not everyone saw him that way. Kirihara felt himself snort, give Momoshiro time and he’d see him the way everyone else did. Evil. Demonic. Kirihara’s lip twitched into a grin, it wasn’t that far off. He had accepted the way he was a long time ago; and now was able to put it to use. Unfortunately, not everyone saw it that way.

Putting the files away took half the amount of time it usually did. It also helped that Momoshiro could reach the majority of shelves he needed a ladder to get. After a quick word with Tezuka the two met up with Kaidoh and Ryoma outside. The regular restaurant most Hunters went to was a small Sushi shop owned by an ex-Hunter. The restaurant had been passed to him by his father when he retired. On his last week of work for the Organization he was attacked by a werewolf. The next full moon found him locked up in the basement of the Organization. He was still a valuable Hunter, but now he was also an informant for the Werewolves.

Kawamura Takashi smiled brightly when the four entered. Four long scars extended down one side of his face into the collar of his uniform. The scars had healed enough that it could be explained away as a dog attack – a very violent dog attack. His father stood behind the counter, nervous eyes following his son around the floor. He was still retired, but the closer it got to the full moon, the more time he spent in the restaurant.

“Momo, Kaidoh! Long time no see!”

“Taka-san, what’s up!” Momoshiro’s smile mirrored the Werewolf’s.

The two had been friends before Kirihara joined. It had been a shock for everyone when Kawamura was cursed. The Hunters who knew him before the attack remained faithful to his friendship, often taking breaks from work just to get a chance to see him.

Momoshiro ordered for everyone as they sat. Kawamura simply smiled and nodded. Kirihara was always amazed that someone with such a tragic history could smile so openly. He didn’t know Kawamura that well, but every time he saw him, whether in the restaurant or at the office, he was always polite and smiling. People looked at him differently, knowing what he was, but he still smiled. He seemed to take life as a gift and enjoyed every day for what it was.

Ryoma leaned forward on the table, “so you’re coming back tomorrow night?”

Kirihara nodded, mouth full, “Tez’ka sed zo.”

Ryoma rested his chin in his palm, “wonder what’s going to be our next job? The twins are going nuts creating zombies!”

Momo thumped his hand on the table to get everyone’s attention, “did you hear? Apparently Yuuta and Mizuki-san met with the fledglings as well! There’s another one with them, tall guy, red hair, calls himself Wakato?”

Kaidoh sipped his tea, thinking, “I heard that too. Wasn’t it near that lair we found?”

Momoshiro nodded vigorously, “yup! Tezuka-san was going to talk to Sanada-san about getting into the lair, since any actual Vampire hunting has to go through Sanada first.” Momoshiro made sure to add in an exaggerated eye roll.

“So what does that mean?” Kirihara pointed his chopsticks at Momoshiro, “that we have to wait around until Sanada-san finds out if the Vamps in the lair have anything to do with the Fledglings?”

Momoshrio shrugged; face darkening, “I don’t like it either. How do we know that Sanada-san won’t just deal with it on his own? If we don’t get any answers, we may not get a lead on the other shit that’s going down.”

“They might not even be connected! There’s no proof either way! Let Sanada-san off them. That just means less bullshit for us,” Ryoma crossed his arms with a huff. The twins were stressing everyone out.

Momoshiro shook his head again, “my gut tells me something is up. Look,” he leaned forward and dropped his voice, “Kirihara and Tachibana get attacked by a Vamp and human group, Vamp masters come out of hiding to talk to Tezuka, Hunters get attacked, Hunters here get cursed, and we’re getting jerked around by twins creating zombies.”

“Everything is too random, there’s no pattern, no way to say they’re all connected!’ Ryoma argued, “No offence to your gut Momo, but it’s too random.”

Momoshiro slumped back, a look of defeat on his face,” I still say it’s all connected.”

“We can’t rule it out though; didn’t one of the humans when Kamio and I were attacked say something?” Kirihara asked.

“Ah! You’re right! Something about how the Master is coming? And he’ll reward the people faithful to him or some shit?” Momoshiro tilted his head and shrugged.

Kaidoh nodded, ”something like that. That could be what the Master of the City is worried about?”

“Sounds like biblical bullshit to me. This is just messed up. Let’s just hope Shinji and Sanada-san can find some things out to clean up this frigging mess. Just point me in a direction and tell me to shoot and I’m good, none of this attacking through magic and being stealthy shit.” Kirihara slumped onto the table, these kinds of conversations made him tired.

Everyone whole heartedly agreed.

When they left the sun was starting to go down. Lunch was late enough that by the time they had finished it, it was getting closer to dinner. The building was starting to get busier with Hunters when they re-entered. Kirihara returned with Momoshiro to the offices, files awaiting him. When the elevator doors opened they were greeted by hysterical screaming. A group of Hunters rushed by the open elevator as the screaming grew in volume. Momoshiro grabbed Kirihara by the upper arm and pulled him out of the elevator. They nearly crashed into the group of Hunters circled around Kikumaru Eiji. He had collapsed onto his knees, hands digging at his hair as he screamed bloody murder.

“They’re killing them!”

Two Hunters held him down, screaming for a sedative.

Jirou stood against the wall, arms crossed like he was hugging himself. His normally sleepy eyes were wide and unfocused; as if he was watching something no one else could see.

Tezuka came running out of his office, alerted by the screaming. “Eiji! What is it?”

Kikumaru easily tossed off the Hunters holding him down and dropped to Tezuka’s feet, clinging to his pants. “Something is hurting my family! Your Hunters are in danger Tezuka! When I left everything was okay, that’s why I left! I can feel their fear! Something is wrong Tezuka!” Kikumaru was in hysterics, chest heaving as he started to hyperventilate.

Inui stepped out of the elevator behind Kirihara and Momoshiro, Kaidoh on his heels. He crouched down next to Kikumaru, instructing Kaidoh to keep a hold on the shape-shifter.

“Save them! Tezuka!” Kikumaru’s eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed boneless into Kaidoh’s arms.

“Perhaps a little bit too much sedative Inui.”

The doctor adjusted his glasses, “with a shape-shifter you can never be too sure. I will take him up to my clinic and keep an eye on him.”

Kaidoh easily lifted the small male and followed Inui back into the elevator.

“What the fuck was that?!” Kirihara whispered harshly to Momoshiro

“Hell if I know! Apparently shape-shifters have some kind of mental link or some thing; I read shit on it a long time ago. So maybe that’s what’s happening?”

Phones and cell phones all over the floor started ringing, making the Hunters jump. Tezuka turned and bolted back to his office, knocking the door hard enough with his shoulder that it bounced off the back wall. Hunters all over the floor started grabbing for desk phones, cell phones tossed around for someone not on a landline to answer.

Momoshiro flipped open his phone, “what?”

“We need help! Everyone is getting attacked!” The number was unknown, probably a payphone.

“Where are you?” Momoshiro asked, voice frantic.

“Fuck, I dunno …” silence, except for the Hunters heavy breathing on the other line, “we all got scattered when they fucking attacked us! I’m with some of Tachibana’s crew. Oi, Ishida, what’s that street sign say! Northern, I’m on Northern! We’re a block from the Bleeding Rose!”

Frantic yells echoed through the office; attacked, separated, injured, killed – don’t know what it was. Every Hunter that could get to a phone had called; they weren’t taking chances that someone wouldn’t answer. There were too many dead and too many missing and on their own. Addresses were scribbled down on scraps of paper and hands; come find me!

Tezuka ran back out onto the floor, cell phone pressed to his ear. He had called in a favor to the police; they were going to get the Hunters out. He hadn’t been in the force very long before he took over the Organization, but he came from a long line of decorated civil servants, so his family name held power. Bystanders were getting hurt in the commotion, so if no one intervened Vampires may be the next mornings headline.

“I need everyone here for when they get back! The police will not enter my building so I’m going to need everyone to transport the injured up to the clinic! There will be Vampires and Shifters with them!”

Momoshiro frowned, “don’t they heal?”

The realization hit both at the same time - not if it was silver and fire.

It was dark when the armored cars pulled in. The people that came out were bloodied and disoriented, some in stretchers. Tezuka was pulled aside by one of the officers who started talking very quickly and very heatedly.

Oishi hopped out of the back of one of the cars, Atobe slipping out behind him. The Vampire’s face was scratched and bloody, ash was smeared all across his pale skin. His clothes were torn and covered in blood.

Tezuka came back from the Police, who rounded up all of his men to leave. He grabbed Atobe’s arm, turning him to face him.

“What the hell happened?”

“Idiot humans attempted to attack my lair as soon as the sun fell! Your Hunters were close enough to call to help us because not all of my kind had awakened yet. I couldn’t take chances with those fools carrying fire! So I had to bring in your people. I lost people tonight Tezuka, a lot. They managed to get into my club and started killing the humans that worked there! Then they found the underground lair and started staking my vampires in their coffins! No one knows that was my lair Tezuka, not even you. I want to know how the FUCK this happened!” Atobe bared his fangs, teeth flashing. “What will I do when the Police come to investigate the human murders? When they start sifting around in the rubble that remains of my club and find coffins? I am not willing to bring vampirism into the public eye! We all know what happened LAST time you humans were conscious of our being!”

Tezuka laid his hand on the vampire’s shoulder, “I know Atobe, I’m doing everything I can.”

“I will kill them, you have my word. Who ever the fuck is behind this will feel my wrath. No one, absolutely NO ONE hurts my people and lives to tell about it!”

Tezuka nodded, it was beyond his power to change Atobe’s mind.

The injured were brought up to the clinic and every Hunter was turned into an impromptu nurse. Kirihara sat on the corner of Kamio’s bed, helping clean up the knife wound in his arm. Blood splattered his face; his own had dried where it had run from a cut in his hair line.

“What happened?”

Kamio shuddered, lost in thought, “I …I don’t know. We were patrolling around, about two blocks from Atobe’s lair, as it turns out. His lair is under that huge dance club that is really popular with younger people. It had been really quiet since we were first sent there, I mean, no attacks, nothing. Atobe had Hunters with him, he’s got them indebted to him so they are unable to betray him because of their duty, you know. So we had to keep an eye on them incase they were attacked.”

For a second Kirihara felt guilty about harassing Shishido, but only for a second.

“He’s got a lot of strong vampires with him, so we thought it was pretty stupid that a Master can’t figure out what’s happening in his own territory. It was so boring, the attacks had to be a fluke or something, and Atobe was strong enough to defend his own territory, I don’t know why we had to be there. But then all of a sudden our shape shifter, Mukahi-san, started screaming. He was thrashing around in the car, screaming that something was happening to another shifter nearby, Atobe’s shifter apparently. Ever seen a feline shifter panic attack? Not a pretty thing! He was tearing up the inside of the car and himself, Sakurai ended up with a nasty gash on his chest from the thing. Good thing being a shape shifter is hereditary!”

Kirihara remembered Kikumaru’s fit, watching him scream and pull at his hair. He could only imagine what the shifters were feeling to cause that much damage to themselves and everything around them.

“We called another team to tell them we were on our way to Atobe’s. Mukahi-san had to lead the way; he was able to find it just by sniffing out the other Shifters. We went just incase something really was going on there, with the way he was acting we had no choice. The Hunters we called said their Shifters were doing the same thing, going complete ape-shit.” Kamio covered his face with his hands, fingers digging into his scalp, “god, Akaya, you wouldn’t believe what we found. Atobe was out in the thick of it; his skin was smoking because there was still some sunlight out. I guess stronger vampires wake up earlier. One of his shifters was with him too. A mother fucking bear, do you believe it? A frigging bear! I’ve never seen a bear shifter before! Shishido and Otori, with a bunch of human guards were outside. It was a god damned blood bath. Humans were attacking everything they could find with weapons and fire. They had dragged the people that were opening the club up for the night out into the streets and slaughtered them. Atobe was trying to fight off a human mob almost single handedly, trying to save his people. Most of the other vampires showed up after it had started to get darker, but a lot of the young ones were still asleep. Then I saw something I didn’t expect, Vampires, only a few, jumped off the rooftops of buildings nearby and started killing everything they could. They were strong, some Ancients. It was too dark to get a good look at any of them. I watched a Hunter get his arm ripped off Akaya.” Kamio started to tremble, “they used the mob to distract Atobe while they sent some people around another way. All of a sudden the frigging building exploded into flames. Atobe rushed back in, Oshitari, another of his Vampires, went in with him. They tried getting out as many Vampires as they could …but …before they blew up the building they started staking them. I think someone said that the humans that had started the fires died in them. They were just cast away, casualties of war. They were used to get to Atobe, that’s it. He managed to drag out a bunch of coffins with Oshitari-san, some had started waking on their own and they helped drag younger ones out. The screaming, Akaya, oh my god, the screaming. They’re just animated corpses, right? Some necromancy spell? So why did they scream while they burned? Why were they screaming and crying over the dead? So many died tonight; human, shifter, and vampire. Akaya, what the hell is going on?”

Kirihara swallowed, what the hell was he to say? It sounded like a really fucking bad turf battle that caught everyone in the middle. Wasn’t there some higher Vampire political system, or power, or rules, or SOMETHING that prevented open war like that? “Your arm is going to need stitches.”

“What?” Kamio twisted his arm to get a better look, “ah fuck. Just what I needed!”

Kirihara opened his mouth to say something when screaming started echoing in from the hallway. People started rushing out of rooms to see what the new crisis was. The screams were frantic and confused.

A single deep voice raised above it all, “TEZUKA!”

Kirihara bolted off of the bed; he’d recognize that voice anywhere.

Sanada.

Sanada stood in the centre of a mob of people that were running back and forth trying to find places for the half a dozen or so people that were being rushed in. Sanada cradled someone in his arms. When the crowed moved enough for Kirihara to get a better look, he realized it was one of the vampires. Yagyuu’s head hung limply against Sanada’s arm, even though his skin was deathly pale; it held enough humanity to be flushed. Niou stood behind Sanada’s shoulder, hands hovering around Yagyuu’s head, unsure what to do.

The people that were brought in all hung limply in someone’s arms, skin flushed as if they were running a high fever. Kirihara recognized it immediately. They had all been cursed. It was a small batch of people, five humans and one vampire. It was still a lot of people for one magic user, meaning they probably had two witches to deal with now.

Tezuka stepped through the crowed, which parted like water.

“What’s happening to him?” Sanada demanded.

“How old is he?” Tezuka placed his hand on Yagyuu’s forehead then pulled his eyes open.

“Fledgling, only a few decades,” Niou answered.

Tezuka watched the other vampire for a moment before asking, “you made him?”

Niou blinked in shock, “yeah, how could you tell?”

“Your skin is off coloured, how are you feeling?”

Niou tilted his head, “not great, that’s for sure …but …kinda dizzy, I guess?”

“His body is most likely still cycling through your blood, so even though the curse struck him full force, you are probably feeling some of the after effects.” Tezuka gently slid Yagyuu from Sanada’s arms, “he’s still young enough to retain enough humanity to be effected by magic. He has been cursed, as have the rest of the people here.”

Sanada’s eyes widened in shock and anger, his power started prickling through the air. Niou took a step back, rubbing his arms. Tezuka turned his back to the Vampires, handing Yagyuu to two other nurses. Niou slipped around Sanada with one last glanced and followed behind the nurses carrying Yagyuu.

“Call Shinji and the Oji! Oji will take a while to get here, Saeki go and meet him. Put everyone in beds, there is a cursed vampire here as well, I expect him to be treated the same as everyone else!” Tezuka waved at Inui, “Shinji left some things here incase this happened, set everyone up in the largest room possible, put in extra beds if need be. Set up the altar and burn what Shinji gave us.”

Inui nodded and started directing nurses and Hunters around like he was directing traffic. Sanada grabbed Tezuka roughly by the elbow, jerking him around to face him. Tezuka’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t flinch.

“I’m not losing him.”
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