Vampire Stories
A KKMaou fanfic by Jetede
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own KKMaou and its characters, silly. Whatever did you have for breakfast to think that I own them? The only thing I got from writing this fanfic is pure pleasure, and hopefully, a lot of reviews.
Summary: Wolfram Bielefeld, 2nd year student in high school and student council president. His life changed ever since that day he found out the secret of 2 of his classmates – a secret that may affect his very life.
Setting: AU; Present day metropolitan city on Earth.
Characters: YuuRam & the rest of KKMaou cast.
Rating: T for some sexual references and some violence. It may go up to R (M) in the future.
Japanese terms I used in the story:
Sensei – teacher
Geika – Your highness
Bishounen – beautiful boy, pretty boy
Kekkai – spiritual shield
Sumi masen – excuse me / forgive me
Bocchan – young master
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Chapter 01: Unexpected revelation
It was the beginning of the school year. The bell rang around the vicinity of St. Matthew International School, indicating the end of lunch period for the high school department. Students in uniforms of short-sleeved turquoise blue shirts and dark grey pants and skirts were hurrying back and forth in the hallways to return to their respective classes. Two students were standing outside the student council office.
"Don't forget to prepare for tomorrow's meeting, Dewantara-san," the boy with blond hair said.
"Of course, Bielefeld-san. All the paperwork is already prepared and ready." The girl with dark brown hair replied. "I'll make sure to double-check on them tonight."
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to PE next period. Seriously, the school needs to work better on their schedule timing. PE after lunch? Didn't they even realize how hot the sun is at this time of day?"
Dewantara chuckled at her president's complaint. "I'll make sure to add that topic to tomorrow's meeting, then." She jotted down some things on the small notebook in her hands and continued, "See you later, Bielefeld-san. I have to go to the lab before Khrennikov-sensei gets mad and decided to blow up the whole school, again." She then walked towards the hallway after the last sentence while the blond boy walked towards the other direction of the hallway.
Wolfram Bielefeld was a junior in high school. The student council president of Saint Matthew International School was elected almost unanimously by the whole school population last year, when he was still in his first year. St. Matthew's system was similar with schools in Japan – six years of primary school, three of middle school, and three of high school. In the one hundred years of history of the international school, Wolfram was the only freshman ever elected as president of the student body. Not only did he pass first place on the school's entrance exam, Wolfram also excelled in other aspects of his studies, including sports. As young as he was, Wolfram had skills and the charisma of a leader, not to mention good looks. Half of the school's population, both girls and boys alike, were captivated by his slightly wavy short blond hair and emerald green eyes. With his slender, slightly effeminate body, Wolfram could easily pass as female.
The bishounen walked into the school gymnasium after changing into his PE uniform. The rest of the class 2-A were already inside, each and every one of them in their white polo shirt and grey shorts. The rest of the class turned to look at Wolfram when he entered the gym. Wolfram just shrugged and ignored them, already used to the attention he always got since the year before.
"I apologize for my tardiness, Weller-sensei. There was an emergency student council stuff I had to take care of during lunch time." Wolfram said to the brown-haired young PE teacher. Conrad Weller was the high school PE teacher, guidance counselor and coach of the fencing club. The man with hazel eyes stood was six-foot-tall and had a very well built of a body from his regular exercise.
"That's fine, Wolfram-kun," replied Conrad with a kind smile. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again next time." Wolfram nodded and stood with the rest of the class in the middle of the gym before Conrad turned to address the students. "Like I've mentioned last week, we're going to head outside to practice some baseball basics for PE today." Some of the students cheered at the mention of the game while most groaned in complaints for having to spend the next one and a half hours under the heat of afternoon sun. "I know it is hot today, but you guys are still young. So head outside with your respective groups after you grab the balls and mitts."
Wolfram grabbed his baseball mitt and base ball reluctantly. He hated baseball. He was about to step outside towards the field when someone tapped on his shoulder. He turned around to see two black-haired boys. The one with the round glasses was the one who spoke to him.
"Bielefeld-san, you're with us today. Before you arrived, Weller-sensei had already separated the class into groups of three." He smiled at Wolfram.
"Ah, Murata Ken and Shibuya Yuuri, right?" Knowing their Japanese background, Wolfram addressed the two by their last names first. They had been schoolmates since their freshman year, however this was the first time they had a class together.
"You have good memory, Bielefeld-san, as expected of the student council president." The one called Yuuri said with a smile. Wolfram noticed that his face was a bit pale for his Asian complexion.
"Thank you, Shibuya-san."
"Let's head outside, shall we? Weller-sensei told us we have to practice ball-passing and bat swings today." Murata said again. The three of them followed the rest of the class toward the field, the sun high up in the clear blue sky. Wolfram winced a bit from the brightness as he stepped outside the doors. It was a beautiful day, but it was way. Too. Hot!
Class 2-A spent the next half an hour practicing baseball basics on the field. Some of the groups were experimenting with bat swings while others played catch with the ball. Conrad went from group to group to help with their practice, occasionally fixing the students' batting form or showing them how to throw the ball properly. The day was getting hotter with each minute.
Murata threw the ball towards Wolfram who caught it effortlessly. Although Wolfram hated the sport, it didn't mean he had to perform badly at it. He just thought baseball was boring. Wolfram pretty much preferred swordplay or fencing, or even tennis, compared to baseball. He was about to pass the ball towards Yuuri when he noticed the boy was acting weird.
"Shibuya? Are you okay? I'm going to…" Before Wolfram managed to finish his sentence, the raven-haired boy suddenly toppled forward and fell on the ground.
"Shibuya!" cried Murata as he dashed towards his best friend.
"O, oi, what's wrong with him?" Wolfram asked Murata. Yuuri was laying on Murata's lap, unconscious, his face as pale as a ghost.
"Damn it, Yuuri. You forced yourself again." Murata said with a worried frown on his face.
"Yuuri!" Conrad was suddenly already beside Murata. "Murata, give him to me. I'll take him to the school infirmary." Murata complied and let the teacher take the unconscious boy into his cradle. "Wolfram-kun, please bring the rest of the class into the gym while Murata and I bring Yuuri-kun to Gisela. I'll be counting on you." Wolfram nodded before Conrad carefully lifted Yuuri up and ran towards the school main building with Murata on his tail. Both of them had worried looks on their faces. The rest of the class stopped their activities and started murmuring about what had happened. As class representative and student council president, Wolfram told the rest of the class to quiet down and gather in the gym without much trouble. He was about to head back to the gym himself when he noticed something glinting on the ground. It was a tear-shaped blue pendant on black leather string.
"This is Shibuya's necklace. He must've dropped it when he fell earlier," Wolfram said to himself. Next to the necklace was a small white rectangular box. Wolfram picked the box up and shook it. The box rattled. It was some kind of a medicine box. Wolfram decided to go head towards the infirmary to return the items to Yuuri, in case he needed the medicine inside the box. The class could take care of themselves, after all.
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Wolfram reached the infirmary shortly after. He came inside after knocking on the door, the necklace and medicine box in one hand. St. Matthew International's school infirmary was big compared to other regular school infirmaries. The room was like a small clinic separated into different rooms in the inside. The medical equipments were on par with that of a real clinic. Instead of a nurse, the school had a doctor. Gisela Kleist was a real doctor with years of experience in the medical world, hired by the school to stand by for any kinds of emergency the students may encounter.
"Strange, there's no one here. Maybe Weller-sensei had already returned to class." Wolfram heard some conversations from inside of one of the private screening rooms of the infirmary. The beds were put inside these smaller rooms to ensure for quiet rest unwell students might need during their stay. Wolfram walked toward the door and turned the handle slowly. The door opened without a sound. He walked inside and headed to the partitioned area where the bed was.
"Gisela-sensei, I brought Yuuri's necklace and medicine box. I thought he might…" Wolfram stopped in the middle of his sentence. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open in shock. Gisela-sensei, the doctor, was seated on a high stool next to the bed, with her back towards him, her long green hair braided neatly behind her. One of the long sleeves of her white doctor's coat was rolled up above her elbow, while her arm was stretched outward towards the bed. Yuuri was seated, half lying on the bed, with pillows propped behind him. His eyes were closed. Yuuri's hands however, were holding onto the doctor's exposed arm while his mouth was lowered to Gisela's wrist, his canine teeth piercing into the skin. Blood trickled down to the white sheets of the bed from where he bit down on the flesh. Yuuri, Wolfram realized, was sucking the doctor's blood from her wrist.
What the… vampire? That can't be…
The silence in the room was broken with a clattering sound. Wolfram had accidentally dropped the necklace and medicine box in shock of the unfolding scene in front of him. Gisela turned back and looked at Wolfram in surprise, while Yuuri's head shot up suddenly, trails of blood flowing down from the corners of his mouth and onto his chin. His eyes widened in alarm when he noticed his classmate standing in front of him with a scared expression on his face.
"Ara… this could be a problem," a voice from behind Wolfram suddenly said. Surprised, Wolfram turned around to find Murata standing on the doorway with his face slightly downcast, his eyes hidden behind the glare of his glasses. "You're not supposed to be here, Bielefeld-san." Murata glanced up and stared at Wolfram, his eyes narrowed dangerously while one of the corners of his mouth formed a mysterious lop-sided smile. The dark-haired boy took a step forward to close the door beside him and then locked it, blocking the room from further unwanted intrusions. Wolfram gulped nervously. He couldn't move from the spot he was standing on, as if his feet were glued to the floor.
"That's very careless of you, Gisela-san. You should've locked the door or put up a kekkai beforehand," Murata hissed in a cold tone.
"A, a… forgive me, Murata-sama. I forgot," Gisela stuttered, her face downcast while her fists balled on her lap, blood still trickling from her wrist.
Shit! I'm in big trouble! What have I gotten myself into? "Who – what are you people?"
Ignoring Wolfram, Murata glared at the doctor and continued, "I'm very disappointed in you. I had expected much more from von Kleist's daughter."
"Ha…haii. Honto ni, sumi masen, Geika," replied Gisela.
"Apology accepted for now. I'll deal with you later," Murata said in a low tone.
"Oi, Murata! Don't ignore me! I asked you a question. Who the hell are you people?" Wolfram asked angrily while his hands were shaking on his side, betraying his emotions.
Murata turned and glanced at Wolfram. His black eyes narrowed and flickered, turning golden, while his pupils turned into cat-like slits. All of a sudden, Wolfram was flung back flying into the white walls of the infirmary. He gasped, the air in his lungs were forced out, while the walls cracked from the impact.
"Th…that's enough, Murata." Yuuri coughed. His face was still pale.
"Yuuri…"
"I said, put him down, Ken." Yuuri whispered weakly with a commanding tone. Murata blinked, his eyes turned back to its normal black color. Wolfram fell down on his bottom with a thud. He put one of his hands across his hurt shoulder. Yuuri wheezed from across the room, his breathing ragged as he tried to sit up.
"Yuuri, you're not well yet. You didn't have enough…"
"I'll be fine, Gisela. Thank you for your concern," replied Yuuri with a smile before he turned towards his best friend. "Murata, it wasn't Gisela's fault. She was worried about me. Please don't punish her."
"Fine," Murata agreed. "What do you want to do with Bielefeld here?" With his hand still on his other shoulder, Wolfram shot his head up in alarm and looked at Yuuri.
"He was just trying to bring me back my necklace and medicine box." Yuuri pointed weakly to the items lying on the floor. "Don't harm him." Murata said nothing.
Gisela walked towards the items and lifted them from the floor. She gave Yuuri his necklace and opened the medicine box for him. She then handed the pill and a glass of water to the black-haired boy, while Murata sauntered towards the window by the bed and leaned back on the windowsills. His actions clearly indicated his protective gesture towards the pale young boy sitting on the bed.
"Thank you, Gisela." Yuuri took the pills from her and drank them down. He lay back on the bed before continuing, "Thank you for bringing me my blood supplement pills, Bielefeld-san."
"Y… you're welcome, I guess." Blood supplement pills? So Shibuya is really… but how? Wolfram paused for a second. "You're a vampire, aren't you, Shibuya?"
Yuuri's eyes widened a fraction for a bit – Wolfram certainly didn't beat around the bush. Gisela was about to say something but was silenced by Yuuri's hand on her shoulder. Murata however, stayed quiet and hid behind his glasses.
Yuuri smiled before he finally answered, "Yes, I am."
This time it was Wolfram's turn to be surprised. Yuuri didn't even try to deny it, he noticed. "I thought vampires are allergic to sunlight. You've been my schoolmate for a year, though. How…?"
"We're not exactly like those vampires in the stories."
"What are you going to do to me now?" Wolfram asked again, never missing a beat. Yuuri's eyebrows arched up at his straight question, while a corner of Murata's mouth quirked up into a smile secretly.
Yuuri paused. "Nothing," he finally said.
"Huh?"
"I think it's time you get back to class, Bielefeld-san. I'm sure Weller-sensei would be looking for you," cut Murata as he walked across the room towards the door to unlock it.
Wolfram was about to say something else, however stopped when he looked at Murata's expression. "Fine… I hope you'll get well soon, Shibuya."
Yuuri smiled at the sincere wish. Wolfram stood up slowly from his crouching position on the floor and started to walk towards the door. He shot another glance toward Yuuri and Gisela, and finally Murata. Wolfram paused for a second and finally walked slowly outside. His back and shoulders ached from the earlier impact.
The blond boy was curious and confused; there were a lot of questions in his mind. However, Wolfram was anything but an idiot. He could recognize danger when he saw one – and Murata's eyes and aura screamed danger all over him. If there was one person not to mess around with, it was the Japanese boy. There's something mysteriously ancient and scary at the same time behind the glasses and sarcastic smiles of the boy. Heck, Murata even managed to throw him flying across the room with a blink of his eyes. Wolfram shuddered at the memory of what was about to happen to him – had Shibuya not interfered – and limped back to the gym slowly. He was sure that his problem wasn't finished yet. It barely even started.
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Back in the infirmary, Gisela-sensei was tending to Yuuri and performed several checks on the boy.
"I'm fine, Gisela, really. I just need to rest," Yuuri insisted.
"No, you're not, Yuuri. You barely had enough of my blood when we were interrupted earlier," replied Gisela as she offered her arm in front of the black-haired boy. "Now, drink up." Yuuri sighed and gave in. He took her wrist back into his mouth and bit down. Gisela moaned from the euphoric effects of the intimate gesture. Murata stood to the side, quietly watching his best friend replenish himself with Gisela's help.
"Yozak." Murata said suddenly. A tall read-haired man appeared next to him out of nowhere all of a sudden.
"Haii, Geika."
"I want you to stay close to Bielefeld for the rest of the day," Murata said in a neutral tone. "You know what to do."
"Of course," Yozak replied with a wink. "Take care of yourself, bocchan. Look for me later if you're still not satisfied with Gisela." Gisela blushed even further from Yozak's comment. "And don't worry, I promise I won't do anything to your friend unless it's a direct order from you," he said towards Yuuri, his blue eyes twinkling in mischief. Yuuri could only smile and nodded his appreciation from behind Gisela's arm.
Yozak disappeared as fast as he came right afterwards.
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Feb 03, 2007. Author's note:
"Ha…haii. Honto ni, sumi masen, Geika" – this sentence Gisela said in Japanese means "Yes. I'm really sorry, Your Highness." Geika is Murata's title in the anime, too.
Yes I do realize the characters are rather OOC. However there's a strong reason for this. You'll find them more into character as the story develops. There's also a really good reason why Murata is so cold here. It is an AU, after all. But, worry not, they're still all your beloved KKMaou cast. I'm not going to alter their characters that much.
For those of you who read my other stories "The Demon King" and "Ruby", don't worry, I'm still going to continue writing those two. I don't like to stop stories hanging in the middle. I know how frustrating that could be – to read something but not knowing how it ends just because the author stopped writing. I've decided to slow down on the updates to improve the quality of all my stories. I've uploaded chapter 3 of "The Demon King", too. So you could go ahead and read that if you haven't already. It's another KKMaou AU fanfic. "Ruby" is also KKMaou fanfic, however set in Shin-Makoku, 6 years into the future after the end of the series. Check them out if you'd like.
I've also recently opened an account in LJ. You could also find my fanfics there. It's under Jetede – you could access the link from my profile.
Okay, review time :) – Please write me a review (even a sentence or two saying whether you like it or not, and why, is okay). Reviews keep me happy and encourage me to write more – and also tell me whether or not it is to continue with this story. Until the next chapter! Mata ne! Arigatou gosaimasu for reading! Ja!
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