ML: Wao. Hey! I'm finally going to be working on more fanfiction! :D This one is Reborn! so yay! Understand that this takes place in the not-too-distant furture with everybody in high school. And it's fairly OOC/AU, but in a good way! :3

Sorry if I got the romaji in this wrong. I use a cheap-o confuzzling online translator and I just tried to make it sound right...gomenasai! Better summary below

DISCLAIMER: I do not own KHR or it's characters.

Summary: Kyouya hates Halloween. Why? Because of what happens to him all because of a stupid pineapple-headed vampire...but now he see's that what happened to him isn't a curse, but a gift. Otherwise he would have never been able to see the bliss in the taste of the crimson liquid.

Kamikorosu

He looked down on them all, both metaphorically and literally. He was standing on the roof of Namimori High School as the students below him flocked in through the large European gothic-style gates. Locks of black hair whipped around his ashen face as the autumn wind blew with little mercy. Standing right on the edge of the roof would make one nervous for falling, but he was not. His ground was held perfectly solid. His pure-black overcoat, which would normally hang lazily over his shoulders but was currently zipped up to the top of the collar (due to the blistering wind), ruffled violently as it slapped around his legs. A prefect badge graced his coat sleeve as it pinned itself up around his arm.

He was Hibari Kyouya, head prefect of Nami-high. He was also the most frightening, fearsome delinquent in school--town--Japan--no....the world. And there was good reason for his fellow students to believe that. He possessed a constant glare in his eyes, which held no light but were instead a creeping dark-gray. He would beat up whoever grouped up against him and send multiple rule-violating students to urgent care. He also had an aura about him that just screamed, "Don't mess with me or I'll bite your head off," which wasn't far from his well-known catchphrase/threat, "I'll bite you to death."

No one ever knew he meant it all too literally. At least ever since an incident that occurred two years ago.

But before that gets explained, I must infer exactly why he was on top of the roof. But I guess they're one in the same as far as explanations go, so they'll connect soon enough.

Currently, below him were the other high school students of Namimori, who were arriving much earlier than usual. Well, who doesn't want to get to school early on the day of Halloween?

Yeah, so there they were. Conversing amongst each other and showing off various costumes (some scary and some just plain pitiful). The tenth through twelfth graders were all dressing up for Halloween. You may think that Kyouya was as well, judging by his coat and ominous appearance on that day, but no.

Hibari Kyouya absolutely loathed All Hallows Eve.

Why, you ask? Well, there are a several possible reasons. There was the horrifyingly despicable tradition of trick-or-treating; Kyouya was a very unsociable eleventh-grader who did not really enjoy having children coming and knocking at his door asking for him to give away candy, though he had nothing against kids. There was also that--the candy; Kyouya hated anything sweet, and candy was disgusting and gave him that horrible sickly-sweet taste in his mouth along with polluting his stomach. And then there was the nuisance of having to deal with the trick part of trick-or-treating; since he was hated by most of the school, he would often wake up from slumber to the sound of eggs hitting the side of his house. But anyone who dared try and "trick" Hibari, let alone awaken him from sleep, was severely "bitten to death" and they soon regretted the actions, vowing to never do it again. (And they screamed their vows in pain as they were hauled off to the hospital...heh.)

Well, it was all of those things. But there was one thing not mentioned that was slightly more...personal than any of those things.

It was because every Halloween right after sunset, Hibari Kyouya became what we all know as a vampire.

No lie and not kidding. Two years ago in middle school, Kyouya had a battle with who may have been the strongest man he had ever faced. This man just so happened to be a vampire.

He never even knew he was bitten until long after this man had been defeated (regretfully, not by Hibari). When he found out what he had become, he was offered help by Doctor Shamal, the school nurse at Hibari's old middle school who specialized in diseases and mosquitoes and worked for the mafia. (Well, actually, he was threatened by Kyouya to help as soon as he stated he knew something, and the doctor agreed to help. It was against his will, though, since he did not feel any desire to treat anyone but girls [the perverted old drunk].)

Shamal apparently had confirmed that the state of being a vampire is actually an allergic reaction to a poison that is injected into the bloodstream at the moment of being bitten. It causes an extreme condition of anemia that gives the victim a craving for iron, which is found in fresh blood. The reaction also has a mutative effect that tends to lengthen one's canine teeth as an adaptation for ingesting the blood directly from any living being. (It was shocking how Hibari could understand this flawlessly, being a middle school student at the time.) Shamal said that a way to counteract the reaction was with an opposing allergic reaction antidote, which he offered to induce by using one of his own "trained" mosquitoes. Feeling an insatiable burning thirst in his throat and a weakness in his bones, Hibari hesitantly agreed with some rage here and there.

But, as the drunken doctor explained, the allergen he used to counteract the poison was an incomplete experimental type. It was powerful enough to reduce the allergic reaction by 99.84 percent. Do a bit of math and it was exactly 363 out of 364 in a chance, meaning that one day of the year and one day only was the allergic reaction not able to be neutralized. It just so happened that that one day of the year was All Hallows Eve.

Kyouya couldn't be satisfied with that explanation, so he threatened that if the doctor didn't spit out what he was hiding, Shamal would be bitten. Dead.

Panicking, he sputtered that if Kyouya was to give in to the thirst when the counter reaction was not in effect, it was likely that the counter allergen would be neutralized altogether and he would revert to his vampire state for the rest of his days. (Shamal had no intentions of telling Kyouya that he had another antidote, however, due to his reluctance to treat men. And the doc was glad when Hibari didn't ask either...)

It never really occurred to Hibari to wonder why the one day of the year he would be a vampire had to be Halloween. But he probably didn't care; it just frustrated him something viscous.

Well, with that settled, it was the reason why Hibari was only looking down on his fellow students. He did not want to go anywhere near where there was blood today, since the burning had already begun.

Since it was daylight, which appeared to be another sort of neutralizer for the allergen, the thirst and weakness was not that overpowering. But, wishing to rather be safe than sorry, Kyouya kept his distance from the crowds he hated lest he be tempted near all of those blood-filled bodies...

The first school bell rang weakly against the wind, but it was enough to snap Hibari out of his reverie. Looking down at the students, he watched them all pour into the school doors. He couldn't help comparing the scene to a bath being drained. A would-be bloodbath.

Five minutes later when the warning bell rang, he was satisfied to see that everyone was inside. Being a prefect (and a very scary man), he wasn't obligated by the principal to really attend--

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. Kyouya's glare deepened as he spotted a small figure dotting the school quad as it ran towards the entrance.

Hibari looked towards the sky. It was overcast, so that meant his vampire powers were stronger than last year's blindingly sunny Halloween. Without blood, he may have been weaker than possibly with, but he took a chance since he didn't want to bother going all the way down the stair-flights just to punish a rule-breaker. So, Kyouya jumped down from the three stories he stood upon, allowing his heightened durability for this one day take the impact on his feet. After all, there was no crowd to tempt him all too much.

Rafa

THUMP

A small gasp escaped my mouth. Not only at the sound, but at what had just dropped down in front of me.

It was a man. Well, he looked it, being so tall. He was wearing a big, black overcoat that went down past his...well, I couldn't really tell if it went past his knees or not, since he was crouched down on the ground into a kneeling stance at the moment. But I was pretty sure it went past his knees.

Wait, me saying "past his..." sounded wrong, didn't it? Gah! I'm so sorr--

"Wao..."

I froze. The man had a very deep voice, I noticed. His hair was also black and his eyes were--

"Jo-chan, omae nakare hossuru sei. Fhn."

I blinked at the Japanese he spoke. Quickly remembering my lessons, I interpreted it into what made sense to my ears. In English, he would've literally been saying, "Girl, you must not want life," and adding a little nasal chuckle to the end. I switched it around to where it made more sense to me (with the rules of the language put to application), and reinterpreted it as, "You must have a death wish, girl."

"Uh..." I took a step back, coming up with a reply: "N-no! I was just going inside..." I said in Japanese. I figure I'll go ahead an interpret anything else I heard and said into proper English.

"Hm." He raised an eyebrow, seeming to be looking me up and down. I flushed nervously. This guy was scary! "Everyone needs to already be inside by the time the warning bell rings. It rang."

I flinched. "B-but! The final bell hasn't rung, has it? I can still make it on time if I--"

And life hates me.

The man looked up in the direction of the nearest bell as it rang. I flushed even deeper, completely washed-out of any hope to get to class on time. On my first day too! Ugh.

Suddenly, he was in front of me. I felt something hard--wait, does that sound okay?!?!-- and...metal...being held against my collarbone. I looked down to see him wielding a pair of tonfa in a threatening manner. Phew. Just tonfa...wait, why am I relieved?!

"Rule-breaking soushoku doubutsu like you are to be punished. Those who are late to class will not be tolerated." He said. I looked up to see him glaring down at me. I could feel my face go pale.

But then, I remembered something.

I felt the pressure of the tonfa suddenly shove me backward I managed to catch myself on my feet for a second, but of course life wouldn't save me for my clumsiness. I flew backward into the ground onto my back, feeling a sharp pain in my left side.

"Itai...ow..." I reached where it hurt, but was confused when I felt a...shoe?

My eyes snapped open. But it was only a second before it happened did I realize I should've run the second he jumped down from nowhere.

He kicked me a second time, only with more force. Much more force. I know I heard some ribs crack, and I gasped in pain.

Before I could react, I felt something press down in my stomach. I suspected it to be his foot and then--

He brought it down with full force on me. I shouted in a choking manner, but this seemed to please him more as he started repeatedly kicking me in the side and stomach. I winced each time.

I felt something trickle out of the corner of my mouth--was it blood?--and groaned from the pain. I rolled over onto my right side, starting to cough as more of whatever oozed out of my throat.

I opened my eyes when I noticed that the attacks had stopped coming. But why?

I looked up out of the corner of my eye. The man had frozen, seeming to just be staring at my lips in some sort of shock. My mind raced, the assumption of a fear of blood popping into my head. But he seemed skilled in the art of torture, so why would it make him flinch?

But now I had instincts flowing through my body with the adrenaline rush. They kept shouting, "Move! Flee! Run! You'll die!" But I felt something when I looked at his face. It seemed like he was scared of--or shocked at--something. Not having anymore time to think, I could feel a gag reflex rising up in my chest. I quickly pushed myself up and over onto my knees and started throwing up. I was gagging so hard I felt tears coming out of my eyes from the strain. When I could open my eyes again, I became aware that I was throwing up massive torrents of blood.

The gagging had now stopped, but the sight of my own blood in that amount made me almost start it up again. Feeling dizzy, I dropped down from my hands and knees and into the blood. I just laid there in the crimson puddle, cursing silently for lacking the ability to lose consciousness. Cursing the man who'd just beat me. Cursing life for hating me.

Life, what'd I ever do to you?

Kyouya stood there and just stared. No...I can't! He felt his head spinning from the scent of the blood...from the sight, from the thought of the taste--

NO!

But his body rejected his thoughts. It wanted blood. It needed blood. Kyouya had never remembered the scent of blood being so tantalizing in his human form. Nor was it like this last All Hallows Eve. The aroma wafted over him like one of the perfumes ignorant woman wore when they wanted to get a man's attention, and all the results turned out to be were erotic thoughts and feelings.

The blood called him. He wanted it so bad, it was like...indescribably irresistible. It was intoxicating.

Argh, what was he thinking?! He must have been a different person completely when it came to this.

Why? Why did he always beat people up? It was all on a whim. She was late, and he didn't like it when people broke the rules. It was his school after all. He could do whatever the hell he wanted.

Whatever the hell I want.

The realization fell upon him. Why did he resist it? Why did he think the lust for blood was a bad thing? He loved to see people convulse in pain--it fed his soul to watch them beg for mercy. When they shed blood, it was worth a fight or two.

Then it dawned on him. Whenever he beat someone up, he watched their blood spill out like it was nothing. With this in mind, he grinned and stepped towards the beaten girl he didn't know.

Why let the blood go to waste?

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