Title: Moonlight Sonata
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Disclaimer: Standards apply
Rating: T
Warning: AU, BL/ shounen-ai, character death/s
A/N: This came up in a sudden… while going through the plot for CLOCKWORK… well; I'm currently experiencing writer's block for that fic… Enjoy this new fic…
Prelude:
The sun glistened. It was spring and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Being accepted into an elite school was no surprise to anyone if you are talking about Tezuka Kunimitsu. The school was the one who offered Tezuka full scholarship in exchange that he would work for them when he graduated from the said school. Of course school would start in fall but the school directress prompted that Tezuka should stay his remaining days of vacation in the dorms to get accommodated to his new life.
Right now he was having a light tennis practice (e.g. walling). Why of course we shouldn't forget this fact. Tezuka does prioritize tennis after schoolwork, right?
Truth be told, the school was almost empty. The staff was present, preparing the school for a new semester but only a few teachers were staying over the break.
In the midst of his practice, he heard and eerie yet wonderful music. He has only stayed two weeks in the school, but throughout the short time he wasn't able to hear that mysterious tune. When the tennis ball bounced back to him, he grabbed the ball or practically stopped the ball with is bare hand.
Following the tune he was led in an abandoned building. Little did he know, another student was watching him intently.
"Nya~ Fujiko, your still as good as ever."
"There's no need to praise me Eiji…" Fuji gave a short chuckle.
"Ne Eiji?"
"Hai?"
"What's it like to be under the sun? to walk without being prejudiced?"
"Hmm…" Eiji sat beside Fuji. "I-I can't remember."
Fuji gave a silent sigh. He expected that answer. Eiji was a different case form Fuji. Eiji was turned into one of his kind and Fuji was born as one. The part about Eiji that amazes Fuji was his outgoing personality.
Minutes later, Eiji began to whisper something in Fuji's ear.
'His bloodlust is as strong as ever…' Fuji thought as his friend was toying with his hair. "Please, give me---"
Eiji sank his face into Fuji's neck until the fangs drew out fresh blood. Drinking slowly and slowly until the fresh wounds has disappeared from Fuji's neck and Eiji began to fall unconscious
"Saa Eiji, I think you are getting too comfortable with my blood." Fuji murmured as he stopped playing the piano and set Eiji in the floorboard. Sitting beside his friend, waiting for him to awake.
The abandoned building was actually an auditorium. An old, unkempt auditorium with a good looking grand piano in the middle of the stage. It stood proudly like the greatest pianists have played the piano. If the melody was from that piano, it was surely well-maintained but as it seems no one was playing the said piano. Tezuka gave a sigh of defeat.
'Maybe it was my imagination,' Tezuka told himself mentally.
"What are you doing here?" an unfamiliar voice resounded behind Tezuka.
PREVIEW:
Silence filled the room.
"We can't risk what we have attained and besides how can you erase the memories of the people that knew him? That man was a prominent person in the human world."
It was the first time they saw their leader that angry. Sure he gets mad occasionally if his fledglings did something unwanted but never angry. Though their leader had amazing ways in collecting information in such a short period of time. No one could under estimate Seiichi Yukimura.
"Echizen-kun," the blue haired vampire looked at Ryoma Echizen in the eye. "Tell me, how is Syuusuke doing?"