"Moon Shade"

Summary: Aoba had a normal life as a kid until everything changed as a killer attacked and killed his parents, leaving him and his Big Brother Sai along in this world. After time passed, Sai disappeared, leaving his little brother alone. Walking about, lost and cold, But somehow… It felt like someone was watching him. Red eyes seen in the distance, gazing at the boy, Aoba rushed over to the house, hiding but no luck. This 'Man' has found him. Sharp fangs entered the boy's neck, sucking most of the crimson blood out of his system. Aoba fainted on the floor because of the blood lost. But Aoba was saved when another Man killed this 'vampire'. A creature from the night, This stranger was the same as that 'vampire' but he seemed good. Aoba was dying and the only option was to 'turn' him into one of them... So he did. After waking up in a strange house. Aoba looked at the man, telling him how will he survive? And the one best way to survive… was to join the Cultists: Moon Shade. Years later, Aoba was one of them, a vampire and a Cult, doing deeds and contracts.

I do not own Dramatical Murder

This is my first Dramatical Murder Fanfic. So I'm sorry if I get anything wrong and Aoba won't be paired up with anyone just yet. He needs to see them all and met them. Still thinking on what the characters will be though.

If a Paragraph is in full Italics it means it's a Flashback. So you know.

Chapter One: Transformation.

"Nii-san..." A little boy spoke out, his blue hair waving in the wind. This little boy was looking for his older brother. The one that was by his side, Well... It seems like he wasn't this time. Disappeared and vanished… This little boy was scared, not knowing what happened to his older brother. "N-Nii-san!"

As the Flashback ends, Aoba slowly opened his hazel-reddish eyes, looking up at the ceiling, seeing some kind of radiant of light hit them, making them cover his sight with the back of his hand. He slightly groaned as he got up from his bed. Sleeping wasn't easy when he was a vampire. He had certain nightmares… corrupted ones or flashbacks that he didn't want to remember. The blue haired male shuffled out of bed, his feet touching the floor as he got up, walking over to the bedroom to fix himself up, ready for another day, as a vampire. He had gained a few more new senses. He had better hearing, better smelling and seeing as well. Aoba was now in the bathroom, looking at himself. You people would think that Vampires wouldn't be able to see themselves in the Mirror… right? Well. You're wrong. It was just a myth really. Just like walking in the day light and eating garlic for dinner or something. It's just a myth. Hazel-reddish eyes gazed into the mirror, looking at himself. Mostly at his eyes though, remembering how he got them… "…"

Whilst looking at the mirror, his hand reached out for the toothpaste whiles the other for the toothbrush. Opening the top, he spurted out the toothpaste onto the bristles of the toothbrush. He placed the toothpaste away and put the bristles and the toothpaste substance under the tap, turning it on a bit, watching the water flow out and onto the brush, wetting them both. He turned the tap off and started to brush his teeth, left… right… left… right… up… down… under… Up…

Pulling the toothbrush away, he had the form in his mouth now, spiting it down into the sink before turning the tap back on, watching the water flow out again. The water was going into the sink, washing the form away down into the drain.

Aoba sighed, yawning a bit as he placed the toothbrush into a cup that was standing on the side of the sink. He lifted the top lip of his mouth. To a human's point of view, he had normal teeth like any human. That's because his fangs were hidden away in his teeth. A sharp fang inserted out, showing itself to the mirror. "Done." Now it was time to brush his blue hair. That was the thing he hated the most. Normally... Your hair wouldn't be able to hurt or... be sensitive... But this guy did have some pretty bad sensitive hair. Sometimes it pleasurable but sometimes it hurts pretty bad, cutting it is even made it worse.

Attempting to brush the blue locks of hair. He started to wince a bit in pain before throwing the brush away. "T-There...!" He looked back into the mirror. His hair was nearly finished. Not bad though, still girly as ever.

Walking out of the bathroom. Aoba stopped, hearing something downstairs. He also smelt something sweet... Was that pancakes? Aoba rushed down, growling a bit as he hoped it wasn't anything bad... like an Attacker. But wait? Why would a attacker be in his house, cooking pancakes?

"OI!" Aoba shouted as he glared at the intruder. The short brown hair male turned around, smiling. His red eyes looking back into Aoba's hazel-reddish eyes. "Hello there Aoba-san." "D-Derek...?" Ah. It was only him. No need to panic now... Aoba thought, sighing in relief.

"Aoba-san. I see you slept well. How has it been? I haven't seen you for one year now? You're quite making the name now in the Cult. I hear your name now and then. I think your tattoo will be renewed to something greater."

-Flashback-

"W-Who are you...?" Aoba muttered, staring at the man with scared hazel-reddish eyes. "W-Where am I... W-What did you d-do...?" He felt like crying now. He was so scared... He wanted his older brother. "Hello... I'm Derek. I'm the one who saved you from that evil man." The man, Derek said as he smiled. He knelt down in front of Aoba, getting to his level of height. "You were slowly dying and I couldn't let you die... You're so young and full of life... and I had to do the only option. To turn you just like me."

"L-Like an old... man?"

"HEY! I'm not old! I'm... well. Technically... I'm 143 years old but I look 20!" Derek protested, pouting. "And No. Not like an old man. I'm a creature of the night, which thirsts for the crimson red blood off a human being."

"A... What?"

"A vampire you idiot!"

Aoba kind of knew what a vampire was... But he never got much information about it. He knew they needed blood and they survived in the night, wandering the streets alone, thirsty and hungry for that taste of rich crimson liquid.

"So... Err..." Now he was confused at this point. He didn't want to die... nor be a vampire but he had no choice. "H-How do I... survive?"

Derek grinned more as he lifted his sleeve. On his wrist was a half shaped moon like tattoo. "Join me." He muttered. "Join me in the Cult. We are called Shades or Shaders from Moon Shade. A cult with vampires and other different people surviving in this damned world. Join us and you'll survive and even have a home as well, food, blood."

"B-But I-I don't want to drink human blood."

"Don't worry. Everything will be provided for you. Blood tablets will work for a youngling like you anyway." Derek explained.

"O-Okay..." Aoba nodded, somehow trusting his words. It was all weird to him. He just hoped everything will be alright and maybe... Just maybe he might be able to find his brother. Sai.

-Flashback ends-

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, knowing that Derek has never come to his house before. He believed that he never really told him the address on where he lived. "Because I wanted to see you... My Youngling~" Derek placed some of the pancakes on a clean plate before walking over to the bluenette. Reaching out, he lifted a part of Aoba's sleeve, showing a tattoo of a half moon. Just like what Derek had when he had it. But now Derek has a full moon instead because he went up in the ranks. When you rank up, it means you're stronger and you will earn more. Aoba had ranked up last year as he completed most of his deeds and contracts. Lower ranks would get less, so their tattoo would be of a quarter moon. In the Ranks were Low to high. F to A star. Aoba was currently ranked as C. There were also S and S star if you were special or the very greatest and strong and possibly powerfully as well. There were only two S stars though... But you can't mention their names... Not to anyone.

"See me? Yeah right. You haven't been here in your life Derek. Why are you here... Really? Tell me!" Aoba demanded, glaring at him.

"Whoa... Whoa... Calm your tits down." Derek chuckled childishly. "I just wanted to say Hi and see how my baby is doing." He leaned over and pinched one of Aoba's cheeks. "O-Ow! H-Hey!" Aoba struggled, pouting a bit at the slight action.

"Besides, I'm the one that did raise you and brought you up like this, even turned you as well. You should be respectful to your bringer." Derek's hand was smacked away because of Aoba. "..." The blue haired male didn't answer back, knowing that he should.

-Flash Back-

Aoba was sitting down near a desk, putting his elbows on it as he was listening what Derek was instructing and giving him information.

"There are many different things out there. Such as werewolves, witches, etc. But let's focus on the vampires." He had a pen in his hand. A board pen for the white board. The pen was brought up, drawing a blue circle around the word. 'VAMPIRE'

"There are many vampires out there." He made the 'VAMPIRE' into a little spider gram, writing down other words like 'GOOD', 'BAD' and 'CORRUPTED'

"Let's start with the good. Good vampires also known as 'Obedient Drinkers' sounds bad. I mean the word. Not the...- Never mind. Anyway. These vampires are good and will help you. They will not attack any other human beings. They will act like human beings themselves and remain in their world as one of them. As long as they have their blood tablets. They will be fine. Now and then... They might show as themselves as a vampire to their loved one. If rejected... They would have to kill their loved one... We do not want anyone to find that we exist." He said with a serious tone.

"Next is Bad Vampires. Also known as 'Killers' or 'Hunger'. A bad vampire will also remain in the human world, living as one of them. But time to time. They will kill, making horrible messes and the humans will investigate that and wanting to know 'who' did it. Bad vampires don't clean up their mess, so the punctured wounds on the human neck will remain. This is why we kill 'The Hunger' if they kept killing. We don't need them in our world. We do not want people to hunt us down like monsters..."

"Last is the Corrupted. The Corrupted are locked away because they're crazy and very thin. They will take any blood, animal, vampire, human... anything to drink on. It's really sick... It's a horrible sight to see. No one should be like that. It's just... insane and sick to the bone."Derek said with disgust.

"Run away if you see one though. You will know if its corrupted... because it... It's hard to tell but you will know when you look them in the eyes. When you know. You will have to run very fast because they will run, they will scream and they will hunt you down like some kind of prey."

Aoba was practically scared now as he heard the corrupted bit. "N-No one will g-get me... R-right?" Aoba cried. Derek rushed over to him, hugging him and patting his back. "Of course not. Most of them are locked away in cages. They won't get out."

-Flashback ends-

"Yeah... Gomen." Eyes peered over at the pancakes. "Why the hell did you make pancakes when we only need blood?" "Ah... it's a habit of mine. I told you once I was a chef and I did love cooking... whenever I see a kitchen or just something like an oven... I would cook something sweet." A smile appeared across Derek's lips. It was such a sweet one as well. It liked the whole sentence was bringing back a heart-warming memory to the man.

"Anyway. I'm here to give you this. I nearly got." He laughed as he rummaged his right hand in his leather jacket pocket, pulling out a neat folded up letter. On the front was Aoba's name on it. Aoba took it off him and opened it, reading the contents: "Dear Aoba. I would like to make a contract with you. There is a person that i want you to kill. He's a middle-aged man, goes with 'Kai' but his real name is 'Joseph Halls' He owns a big company that sells stolen things. I want him gone and the place shut down for good. If you do this. A large amount of money will be sent. – T

"Another one...?" Aoba sighed, not liking the word. 'Kill' one bit. But he had to do it if he wanted to survive. "Why did you have it?" He wanted to know now. Why was it in Derek's pocket? "No reason." Derek shrugged before disappearing quick in a flash. "H-Hey!" He called out, wanting to stop him but no luck. He was gone.

He looked at the letter again, seeing an address. "Time to go i guess." He walked over back to his bedroom. Opening up his wardrobe and picking out a random outfit and wearing it. He headed out into the world, feeling the sun against his cold skin.

He followed the address, looking up at a big building. "Stolen stuff... Huh... They must be doing a good job at it then." He commented as he snuck into the building. Inside were machines, boxes filled with things. Curiosity was filling him now as he wanted to know what was inside the box. He walked over to one, reaching inside and ruffling around before grabbing something. It was long and it felt hard. He pulled it out before nearly screaming as he was holding a dildo. "E-Ek..!" Cheeks were going red as he threw it away, wiping his hand on his jacket. "Ew... T-That could have been used..." His cheeks were still bright red as he walked around, trying to forget now. Everything in the building looked old but in the boxes, most of them looked very new. It seemed like they weren't stolen that long ago, maybe a few days?

Closing his eyes and reopening them. His hazel-reddish eyes were replaced by Crimson eyes, shining. Sly was now out, ready to murder. "Time to do this." Sly laughed as he walked up the stairs, looking around. Smelling the scent of the man. He wasn't that far. He even heard the man talking. Was he on the phone?

"See here buddy! We have everything we need and we'll be selling it all tomorrow! We'll be rich as fuckers!" The man snickered as he talked with someone else on the phone. Sly started to sneak behind him. He looked at his finger nail, watching it grow sharp before attempting to cut the wire that was connecting to the phone.

"So, they tell me I don'- What..? H-Hey? A-Are you there?" The man panicked a bit now. Sly grabbed the top of the seat, gripping it and turning the man around. "Hello there... and goodbye." Those were Sly's last words to the man as his hand thrusts through the man's neck, blood gushing out and down Sly's pale hand. The man was shaking; trembling as well as the pain was awful. He screamed until his life was drained out.

Another contract was completed. The man was dead. It has been fulfilled.

Aoba gasped as he was back, looking at the corpse. "O-Oh god..." He hated this. He wiped the blood off his hand, trying to get it clean but now it was just blood-stained.

He decided to run off. Running as fast as he can as tears ran down his cheeks. Even if he was a vampire. He did have emotions like any human would. He still had fear, regret, sadness... you name it.

He imagined how he killed that man. It was horrible. He kept running down the stairs, going in the middle of the building. That man, Joseph Halls wasn't alone. He had companions, workers that worked for him, there were about 10 to 15 men and they were pretty pissed. They heard their boss' screams.

The men stared at the blood on Aoba's pale hands, knowing what he did to 'their' boss. "GET HIM!" One of them screamed, ordering them to get Aoba and hurt him. Suddenly nearly every one of them pounced out, running towards Aoba.

Shit! Aoba looked around quick, looking at the men, thinking which to attack first. Aoba ducked at the first attack as one of the men swung their arm at the blue haired male. Growling, Aoba started to punch that man who attacked him first, knocking him to the ground. As a vampire, he was strong plus he didn't want to attack these people but he had no choice... They started it first.

Men were surrounding him more, getting closer. "Grr..." Fangs inserted out, the tips of the fangs were resting gently on his bottom lip. He had to get out of here and go home.

Nails started to grow sharp, using them to slit some of their throats, making them bleed to death. Men were dropping to the floor now; blood gushing out of their wounds on their necks, crimson were flowing, leaking down onto the floor, making puddles of it.

Most of them were dead now, lifeless corpses on the floor. "..." It was all over now... Aoba killed some people without using Sly. He felt sick to the bone. He felt like puking as he noticed the damage he done.

Aoba rubbed the blood on his shirt, trying to get rid of the blood off his hands again.

The blue haired male turned and ran away once more, getting out of the building. He zipped up his jacket, hiding the bloodstains on his shirt. He didn't want any human seeing this or they would scream and panic, even call the police on him. He even placed his hands in his jacket pocket because his hands were stained as well.

Getting to his house, Aoba opened the door and letting him in before slamming it shut and locking it, hearing a few clicks of the metal lock, he pulled off his leather jacket, throwing it on the floor.

"H-Hahh..." He slipped down, his back against the door as he slid into a sitting position. He wanted to quit... He hated being like this. Every day was awful. Killing wasn't great or stealing. Nor chatting people up and pulling them into dark alleyways. Everything that you did in the Moon Shade was bad.

Aoba stared at the blood stains on his shirt, seeing how he wiped them away with shaky hands because most of the stains were nearly all over his shirt. "..."

He felt like this whenever he came home after killing or stealing, something that he wasn't proud of, but he had to survive.

He started to shake now as he hugged his knees. Frightened now.

Derek finally arrived again, appearing in front of Aoba. "Aoba? What's wrong?"

"D-Derek..." Aoba said his name, moving his head up, tilting it as he looked at his bringer. Fear was in the hazel-reddish orbs now. He trusted Derek... he knew how to fix this... He'll help him. He trusted him because he helped him. He's his friend...

"I want out..."

"What?"

"I don't want to be in the Cult any more... Find a way to get me out of it!" He thought that Derek would smile and nod, knowing. But he didn't. He glared at him with hatred in his red eyes. "What the fuck did you say!?"

"D-Derek..." Aoba quickly got up, afraid now because of his tone. "Out!? Do you think you can leave so fucking easily!? THIS IS NOT SOME CLUB YOU CAN EASILY LEAVE!" He nearly screamed.

Derek pulled out his arm, gripping Aoba's neck and pushing him against the wall. "You can't leave. I'm not going to let you. You will stay in this cult as long as you live!"

It was turning out bad now. "I-I thought... ugh... yo-you would h-help me!?" He tried to reason with Derek now.
"HELP!? No!" He punched Aoba to the floor. "U-Ugh..."

"Help you? I won't help you. I fucking disgust you now as you said those words. You fucking bitch." He spat out those words, growling. Aoba thought he could trust him... It seemed not.

"..." Shadow peered over Aoba's eyes. "Bastard..." He wiped his tears away before getting up; doing a round-house kick and hitting Derek, making him fly into a wall, smashing it. "FUCK YOU! I-I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU! YOU MADE ME LIKE THIS AND IT SEEMS LIKE YOU'RE JUST THROWING IT ALL BACK INTO MY FACE YOU FUCKER! I HATE YOU!" Aoba yelled, nearly screaming out of the top of his lungs as he unlocked the door and ran away, running as fast as he can.

If Derek wasn't going to help him... He had to think of something else. "H-Hah..." He looked behind him, noticing Derek was at the door, glaring at him. The Hunt was on. "You can run! But you can't hide! When the Moon Shade know you ran away! They will hunt you down and kill you!"

Aoba tried to ignore those words as he kept running away. He hated this, he hated Derek so much. He always thought he was 'good' but he seemed 'bad' now.

"..." Time after time... He kept running until he stopped, knowing that he was far away from his home. "Moon shade..." He lifted up his sleeve, seeing the tattoo. "Not anymore... I'm not part of their stupid fucking group." He looked around, picking up a sharp stone. "..." He knew what he was going to do and he'll do it to rid of the memory of Moon Shade, cutting the tattoo, seeing blood pouring out; flowing down his wrist; blood dropping to the concrete floor.

Now it was done, scars upon his wrist, the tattoo ruined with them. Tears were rushing down as he dropped to his knees, crying. He wasn't crying because of the pain on his wrist, he was crying because of the things he did. He cried it all out.

After crying, earning some tear stains on his cheeks, he finally got up and started to roam the Old District. Days passed and he felt hungry... He needed something. "I should have got some blood tablets whilst I ran away..." Aoba sighed as he felt hungrier, if he continues to be like this... He'll faint and maybe turn into a corrupted.

Another day passed. Wednesday 16th October. "..." He started to remain in the Old District now, looking up at the cloudless sky. "...Ugh..." He needed blood so badly. He started to feel faint until suddenly he dropped in front of some sort of barber shop.

Somehow, He could hear a familiar voice calling out his name. "AOBA!"

-Flash back-

"Aoba... Everything will be fine." A child spoke. This child was wearing a beautiful crimson silk kimono. His hand was out, holding Aoba's hand, comforting him as the other cried. "G-Granny said s-she would meet me here at 5... And N-Now its 6..." Aoba cried more, wiping his tears away with his other hand.

"I'll be with you until she comes back. Okay?" Aoba looked into the child's red sweet eyes. "Koujaku..." Aoba spoke out his name.

-Flask Back ends-

"Aoba!"

Chapter one done

Will Koujaku be a human or... something else? Please tell me what you want Koujaku to be. Maybe a witch? Werewolf? Gimme ideas =3=