Hello everyone! Here comes my first ever multi-chaptered fanfic 8D AND IT'S AKUROKU, LOL. I hope you likeie.
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Tainted; an Akuroku story
A scream exited his mouth as he felt plain agony rip through his aching chest. He could only watch as the last of his race had been slaughtered by a blood-thirsty vampire; it's eyes pure red and dialated. He began to shake a tremble as it tore at his mothers throat , and he trembled closer to the chair he was hiding behind, which was pressed slightly against the now blood-stained walls. His sapphire hues flashed a bit as he choked back a whimper, hearing as the blood was being drained from their veins. He hated this. His race was the prey of the vampire race, and he hated it. They were constantly hunted down... And he was the last of them now.
As the vampire dropped his mothers dead body onto the bloody tiled floors, he held back a breath. The vampire never seemed to notice him, it seemed. In fact, it was like was invisible. Being too young to understand what was going on, the only thing he understood that his whole race was murdered by a lone vampire.
Except him.
The vampire left in a hurry, it's dark laughter lingering in the destroyed home, where fresh bodies began to decay. Slowly emerging from his hiding place, the young blonde shakingly rose to his bare feet. Exhaling the breath he held, he rushed over to his mothers side, feelings his throat choke back a sob. He was too young to understand. He never did understand. So why, why did they have to die? They weren't a bad race of creatures; but they were the lowest on the food-chain of the supernatural..
"Okaa-san? Okaa-san?!" whimpered the blonde in his high-pitched voice as he took trembling hands to shake the dead woman. He knew it was no use to do so, but he had to try. He had to! Or else... Or else he lost everything important to him. He actually did lose everything to him at the very moment...
Tears poured down his chubby cheeks and he hiccupped loudly, trying to hold back his sobs. She was such a beautiful woman, really. She had long brown hair that was simply amazing, and her eyes... They were closed right now; and at the moment he couldn't remember what color they were! It was like... Everything he held precious was vanishing on him at this moment since their deaths.
He let out a shuddering breath.
Something inside of him broke, and it fell apart; and when he realized this... It was all over.
"Roxas, wake up!" a loud voice said in an obnoxious voice and the blonde boy groaned in response, tossing covers over him as he felt hands grasping his left shoulder. The person who had begun to shake him, stopped and then pulled their hands away.
Good.
However, he didn't get what he wanted as the other suddenly pulled off his blankets, making the blonde teen yelp out in protest as the cold air had hit his skin. As he heard laughter behind him, he turned over onto his side to face the person who dared to wake him up. When he did, he saw a boy his age, with spiky brown hair and sapphire blue eyes.
"Good morning, sunshine!"
"Sora."
Oh, how he hated the nickname the brunette used for him when he had to be force to open his own eyes in the morning hours. Oh, did he mention that he hated mornings with such a passion? The blonde perfered night-time activies, being nocturnal as he normally would be. As he stretched his arms over his head, the spiky brunette tossed his blanket back onto the bed, and he hopped onto the matress, not caring if the other had scowled at him angrilly.
"Tell me why you woke me up... Woke me up on a Saturday?!" the blonde cried and the brunette grinned sheepishly as he scratched behind his head. "Well... Er... Nothing really. I just wanted to wake you up for the hell of it. You know..." he trailed off uneasily, wincing as he noticed his brothers glare.
The blonde let out an irritated groan and he buried his face into the palms of his hands. Seriously? Was he kidding him? It was a Saturday for God's sakes!
"Well, since you're up anyway, get ready! We're going to see RIku and Kairi!" the brunette happily said as he got off his brothers bed and strutted out of the room, shutting the blue door behind him. As he did, the blonde groaned as he fell back onto the bed, his back hitting the matress comfortably. He hated it when his twin was waking him up for no apparent reason, and due to all honesty... He hated his best friends.
His name was Roxas Azrael; his last name meaning "Angel of Death". He was the twin of Sora Abbadon; which as well meant "Angel of Destruction". While his brother was a spiky brunette, he happened to be a spiky blonde male with the same sapphire eyes that his twin had. Instead of having an okay tan like his brother, he had slightly pale skin that made him look like he had never tanned in his life.
And he hadn't.
Groaning a bit, he sat back up; dragging a very cold hand through his blonde locks tiredly. Since he had been planning to sleep in today (due to it being Saturday, but his brother changed that..), he rather come with his brother anyway.
Sora was an idiot.
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How was that for the first chapter? Yes, its a bit short, but it's something to let you know what's going on.3 Review, and stuff! Please give feedback!
