Love Thy Name is Misery
I don't own Chibi Vampire/Karin. If I did there would be a lot more sex, violence, and profanity.
Key "Yo" speaking
'Yo' thinking
Dream "Yo" 'Yo'
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Chapter one: Double the Transfer, Double the Misery
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A young girl was walking around a lake, wearing a nice sundress. She was sweating profusely, and panting as if fatigued. Her straw hat blew off in a gust of wind revealing semi short amethyst hair and burnt umber eyes. She staggered to a dock where she saw a boy about two years older than her. Suddenly the water of the lake turned blood red and the moon appeared in the sky a deep pitch black. Her eyes turned a deep shade of red as the moon filled in an instant. Fangs grew in her mouth as the boy doubled over clutching his chest. His body began expanding as fur grew all over. His eyes turned black as the darkest night with no sclera or iris. A red slit like pupil appeared in the field of black. When the two noticed each other they growled menacingly.
Just as they were about to attack a ball rolled between them catching their attention. It blew up in a flash of bright light and smoke. The girl screamed as she was shot with a dart that turned her back to normal. The boy seemed to come to his senses and returned as well. As he opened his mouth to say something the girl was grabbed around the waist and hauled away. All the two of them could hear was,
"Finally the pushuke is ours" yelled the voice distinctly female. The instant he heard this he let out a howl of rage and turned once again. He charged with his claws extended mere inches away from her face and the head of the assailant when…
A girl seeming to be about fifteen years old woke up with a gasp and a cold sweat soaking her body.
'That was the strangest dream I've ever had. It was so vivid, and seemed so real. Could it mean anything' she thought to herself holding her arms and shivering. She was so distracted by the dream she didn't even notice how awful she felt. She got up and out of bed and walked into her bathroom. She stripped out of her cloths and walked into the shower. The hot water running down her sweaty arms felt magnificent, warming her up from the chill that set in. She was absolutely stunning in her appearance. In fact she was almost a carbon copy of the girl in the dream. The only difference is she looked to be about three to four years older. She picked up a bottle of shampoo and poured a generous amount into her hand lathering it up. She rinsed it off letting the suds clean the smell of sweat from her body.
"Mmm, banana. I never thought this shampoo would smell so good. I should have tried it years ago" she said to herself enjoying the scent. She next grabbed the bottle of conditioner and applied that as well. After washing her hair and face she picked up a bottle of body wash.
"Oh no, tou san forgot to put out fresh washcloths again" she said in exasperation. She decided to just wash up without a washcloth for today. She poured some of it into her hand and spread it out all over her lithe body. She was careful around her larger than average breasts so she didn't over stimulate them. Feeling like she did enough she rinsed the suds off her body and turned off the water. Fighting as not to shiver when she stepped out into the cooler air from the shower she walked to the mirror.
She completed her daily rituals with vigor and made breakfast as usual. She glanced outside and saw it was a nice day out with the sun shining brilliantly over the landscape. After completing her breakfast in silence like usual she picked up the bag of garbage from her mother and walked out the door to head to school.
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(Across town two hours earlier)
A boy about seventeen years old jolted awake without a single sound. His eyes darted back and forth quickly scanning for any intruders that may have been lurking in the shadows. Seeing nothing he let his head fall into his sweaty arms panting lightly.
"What the fuck was that dream about. It seemed so real, and what the hell was the deal with that whole pushuke thing. It sounds so familiar yet so foreign. Hell I'll figure it out later, for now I have to get ready for that damned school. Fucking hunters" he said to himself as he got up and went to the bathroom. He removed his sleeping pants and turned the water on in the shower letting the subzero temperature water cascade down his skin and wake him up completely. He was of an athletic build, big but not necessarily bulky. He was well defined with strong lithe muscles. His legs were long and powerful helping him reach his full height of 5'9. The one thing that was more noticeable than his muscles though were the scars covering his body. The only thing about them that was uniform was that they all were wide and jagged. This only happens under two circumstances, one is it was a very wide weapon that caused the wound. The other is when the wound had to heal naturally without any medical assistance.
"Thank Kami for coffee, it really is ambrosia" he muttered to himself as he poured a mug full of the almost black liquid. He took his time sipping it, while reading an update on his laptop. He had special GPS trackers on all of the hunters after him so as to give him warning for when they are closing in and he has to move. Usually he was only given a years' worth of reprieve before he had to hightail it out of there again. He noticed a slight deviation in their usual plan. Instead of spreading out in a fan pattern like usual they seemed to be sticking in one group.
"Well well, looks like the bastards finally learned. It was only a matter of time before they learned they couldn't take me out alone. I'll have to be on special guard now when they do find me, but I should hopefully get more than a single year this time" he said noting that they were all in Germany pretty close to Berlin. He knew of a fairly large family there, one that just gave birth to a large number of kids.
"Fuck, I hate that damn pack mentality" he said as he opened an access channel right to the den.
"Hello, who is it" asked a groggy voice, distinctly male.
"Listen, you have a large number of hunters coming your way. You have approximately three days to get your family out of there or all of you will die. These hunters are ruthless, and cold blooded they will not hesitate to kill every last one of you, even the newborns. I tell you this not because I know you or even care about you. I tell you this so those damned hunters don't get any more trophies" said the boy using a voice modification device.
"Who are you" asked the man in anger.
"I am one who is cursed to forever be alone. The one lone wolf in a world filled with packs" he replied.
"I don't know who you are, but my family is strong. We can handle any hunters that come our way" said the man with arrogance.
"You are a damned fool to believe that. I have personally faced each of these hunters myself. They are much more powerful than the average one. Your family could be ripped apart by one of them. With them working together you are signing a death warrant" replied the boy in anger.
"Or maybe your just weaker than the average hunter" said the man.
"Fine then fuck you, fuck your family, and fuck my bleeding heart. You're just like my bastard of a father, he said the exact same thing as you and look what it got him he's dead. I told you because I wanted to keep your worthless hide alive, yet you spit it back in my face. You will not be missed when your pelt is used to keep their asses warm. I hope they use your children for rugs and your wife for a blanket" he yelled shutting the channel and closing all access to his laptop. He looked at the watch adorning his wrist and saw that he only had twenty-five minutes to make a half hour trip.
"Fuck, I shouldn't have wasted my time with those shitheads. Well I better get going" he said as he finished his coffee and walked out the door.
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(30 minutes later, at the high school with the girl)
She sat on the steps watching over the other kids as they played soccer. She sighed wistfully and put her head in her hands.
"Of all the days, why did it have to start on gym day" she said aloud to herself.
"Gotcha" yelled a voice behind her as the person it belonged to grabbed her shoulders.
"Maki, what are you doing" she said in relief looking at her long time friend Toukito Maki.
"You not feeling well again" she asked in slight concern.
"Yeah" responded the girl.
"You know Karin I noticed that ever since middle school you get sick around the same time every month. Sometimes it sucks to be a girl doesn't it" asked Maki with a slight smile.
"Yeah it really does" replied Karin with a nervous laugh.
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(At the same time with a teacher and two students)
"Both new and both late on the first day, what a way to make a first impression" said the female teacher glancing at them jokingly.
"I'm terribly sorry, I got lost on my way" said one of the boys. He was moderately tall for a fifteen year old at about 5'6. His hair was a dusty blond, and spiky, but it was his eyes that drew your attention. Even when he was smiling it seemed that he was giving someone the evil eye.
"And what exactly is your excuse" she asked turning to the other boy.
"Misjudged the amount of time I had to get here" he replied simply without looking at her. He had short almost nonexistent hair, and piercing silver eyes. He had a long jagged scar running down his face diagonally from the left of his forehead to the right side of his chin. It was very wide and jagged, looking as if it would be painful long after it healed, almost as if to confirm it he rubbed it where it nearly hit his left eye. He had a moustache and soul patch. He had a look on his face that said 'SILENCE!!! I KILL YOU!!!' He was the same boy from earlier.
"You know you seem a little old to still be in this grade. You that dumb or just lazy" she said trying to lighten the mood. All she did was get him to turn a cold glare at her.
"Neither. My parents were…well let's just say not the best. They waited two years later than they should have to send me to school. When they died I decided to move around. You know try to find someplace that feels like I belong" he said going with his cover story.
"I hope you won't feel embarrassed when I introduce you. Class 1-A has gym now, so we'll go there" said the teacher.
"I won't be embarrassed. You see I feel that it's all in the perception of the person in question" said the first boy.
"Wow, bravo. You just said what being embarrassed is. Your mother must be so proud, and your father must be crying in joy" said the second sarcastically. The first boy glared intensifying the evil look.
"I don't care what you say about my father, but never insult my mother" he said in a quiet voice.
"Alright we're here" said the teacher cutting off the argument she was sure was going to spring up.
"Class gather around. We have two new students transferring in today. The blond one is Usui Kenta, he just moved in from the country. And this tall person behind him is Iwao Masaru, he just moved here from Germany" she said introducing them.
"Actually I was born here in Japan, but ever since I was ten I lived in Germany" Masaru interjected clearing up that little discrepancy.
Karin looked up from the ground after the introductions and looked both boys in the eye. With Kenta there wasn't more than just a flicker of acknowledgement between them. But the second she locked eyes with Masaru, her heart fluttered to dangerous levels. It kept increasing until she mercifully passed out.
"Sensei, Karin fainted" yelled one of the students in worry.
"MOVE" yelled Masaru scaring everyone away from her. He walked up and placed his hand to her forehead. After that he checked her pulse and breathing. When he was done with that he started removing parts of her uniform.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING" yelled the teacher in alarm?
"She passed out from the heat. So I'm removing some of the insulation from her to let her air out more. Once I'm done doing that I'll take her to the nurses' office. After I confirm with the nurse the problem I'll be back" he said not looking up from his task. It was complete bullshit mind you; he knew what was really the problem. He also wasn't so big of an ass as to call her out on it. It still pissed him off to no end though. I mean what respectable Lycan would actually be caught dead helping a vampire. A highly unusual vampire, but a vampire none the less.
'I have to be out of my fucking mind' he thought to himself as he picked her up bridal style and carried her to the nurse.
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(10 minutes later, nurses office)
"Thank you for bringing her here. She has some issues with a weak body, but most of the time she is fine" said the nurse as Masaru leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
"It was no trouble, she felt like she hardly weighed anything. Despite her proportions, she seems almost too light" he replied turning his head away.
"My, you must be very strong to believe that" said the nurse smiling.
"What do you mean" he asked turning to face her uncrossing his arms.
"She is actually in a perfect weight range for her height and age. She stays remarkably fit, even with her condition. Everything she eats seems to go to making her the…proportions - as you put it – the size they are" said the nurse as Maki walked in behind them.
"So how is she doing" asked Maki with concern evident in her voice?
"She will be fine. In fact she should wake up in no time at all thanks to the efforts of the young man standing by the wall" said the nurse pointing to Masaru.
"So you weren't just trying to get a peek at her" said Maki with a smirk. A look of pure rage crossed Masarus' face as his eyes flashed black for an instant. It happened so fast that Maki thought she just imagined it. The look on his face terrified her though, because she had never seen anyone get so angry at such a simple joke.
"Never insult me like that again. I may be a man but I'm not like those hormone crazed sex driven pathetic excuses for males. I have honor and I respect the female body" he said in a deadly quiet voice.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offence. It was just a little joke, meant to make you laugh" she said fearfully.
"I don't laugh; I don't waste my time and energy on something so worthless and pathetic. Not when I have to survive. Not when I need all my senses to be sharper than a razor" he said mumbling the last part to himself. What he didn't realize was that Karin was awake, and heard the whole thing.
'What could he mean by that? Surely things are pretty good for him. At the very least they can't be too bad' she thought to herself. If she only knew the truth, she would breakdown and weep for him. But then again he would probably take it the wrong way anyways. He never could understand most emotions. In fact the only ones he was truly familiar with were anger, hatred, scorn, pain, and heartache. His past made others look like a cakewalk in comparison.
"So you're awake good. I was hoping you wouldn't be out for too long. Now I can leave" he said none of the chill leaving his voice. He turned and walked away, not glancing back. It seemed as if he had absolutely nothing but contempt for all of them. After he left Maki was the first to break the silence.
"That was scary. I never knew someone could do something so kind, yet be so cold" she said rubbing her arms as if to fight off a chill.
"I don't know what it was about him, but I think that was all just a façade. He seemed to almost force the tone there" said Karin while thinking to herself, 'That and he somehow made me feel like I was on fire with just a glance.'
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(With Masaru)
He strode down the halls and let out a breath while looking at his shaking hands.
"Holy hell. That girl can really do the impossible. Never before have I even been tempted to take a mate, but with one glance I feel like ripping her clothes off and ravaging her until she can't even move. I'm just thankful she doesn't have a mark yet. If she did I probably would have los…" he started only to stop at the burning on his right arm. His eyes widened fearfully as he ripped the sleeve off to inspect it. His fears were confirmed as a tattoo that hadn't been there before appeared. It was beautiful to look at being a vicious wolf twisting in a double helix with a bat circling his entire arm. But he knew the true meaning of it, if the person who had the other mark wasn't kept happy than both would die. It created an unbreakable bond, between mates. It was a Lycan tradition created back in ancient times before they hid their true form. It was meant so that they wouldn't die out from being under populated and over hunted. The unusual thing about it though was the mark hadn't been used in centuries. In fact the last time it was used, was between two humans granted it by a Lycan shaman. It was unusual but for Paris and Helen of Troy, it worked.
"Fuck my life, it just had to be a vampire didn't it" he cursed the heavens. He looked down at the sleeve still rasped in his left hand and sighed.
"Guess I should just change into my short sleeve, they'll find out eventually anyway so no sense in hiding it" he said and went to the bathroom.
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(In the classroom 5 minutes later)
"Iwao san, you took five minutes longer to return than Maaka san did. What kept you" asked the teacher in a no nonsense voice.
"Sorry my sleeve ripped and I needed to change shirts" he replied.
"Oh, well I guess your excus…" she stopped mid word as she got a better look at his arms. They were well defined but it was the scars that drew her attention. They were too numerous to be accidents and the feel of them just screamed 'MALICE' and 'HATRED'.
"You're staring" he said breaking her out of the trance like state she was in.
"What happened to your arms? Why are they so scared" she asked quietly. He just glared at her and said in a cold voice,
"That is none of your concern, so keep your nose out of where it doesn't belong."
"Alright, please stand next to Maaka san until we can get you a desk" she replied shaking.
"Fine" he said as he walked over to her and stood on her right side. He noticed the tattoo was on her arm as well confirming what he already knew. She was to be his mate, and he would have to do everything in his power to keep her happy. It was the one weird way the mark worked, if the male was unhappy it did nothing except make the female want to comfort him. However if the female was unhappy the male not only feel the need to comfort her, he would also feel intense crippling pain. The unhappier she got the worse it got until he dies, and with the mark binding their lives together when he dies so does she but in a much less painful manor.
'Looks like I have to keep her happy, if I want to live. Fuck this sucks, I don't know how to make people happy. Great I survive countless hunters, and now I'm going to die by something as stupid as an unhappy mate. Kami you really fucked me over. I hope you enjoy the time you have left because when I get up there your ass is mine' he thought as the teacher droned on. Meanwhile Karin had thoughts of her own.
'Oh Kami, he's standing right next to me. My blood seems to increase at a prodigious pace whenever he comes near me. Why is that though? And why is it that I feel more than just my blood increasing? Whenever he's around I feel compelled to find someplace private and do naughty things. I feel the need to be near him and comfort him. But above all I feel the need to embrace him and kiss all his troubles away. And what was that burning on my arm about? I know it had something to do with the tattoo, but why did that show up anyways.'
She mulled it over for so long that she completely missed the teacher asking her to read.
"Maaka san, would you please read passage" the teacher raised her voice. Karin jumped and looked flustered.
'Time to step up,' "Paragraph three" whispered Masaru in her ear.
"Thanks" she whispered" back after reading the passage.
"Umm correct, now how about…" said the teacher going off on Maki for not paying attention.
"We need to talk after class. Meet me by the front gates, I'll walk you home" he said startling her.
"Why" She asked curiously.
"I have my reasons, and they will all be revealed when we talk" he responded. She just accepted what he said and continued with class as usual.
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(After school by the front gates)
"Ok Masaru san, I'm ready to go" said Karin as she walked up to him.
"Right let's go" he said walking in the general direction of her house.
"So what did you want to talk about" she asked as she jogged to keep up with his long strides.
"Ok I'll cut straight to the chase. I know what you are and what your family is" he said making her stop dead in her tracks in shock.
"How" was all she could say her eyes as big as dinner plates.
"I know because I'm not human either and no I'm not a vampire like you. However I do know all about that little tattoo on your arm" he said lifting her sleeve to reveal the mate mark.
"What is it? Did you have anything to do with it" she asked getting angry.
"Not directly no. But you can blame my damn species. Not that you're not beautiful but a Lycan and a vampire would never work out. Damn Kami really decided to fuck me over this time" said Masaru shaking his head.
"Ok, but what does the mark do" she asked curiously.
"Basically it works greatly in your favor. I get the short end of the stick that if you're unhappy I'm a dead man, literally. But there are some perks with it. Firstly you will always have someone to protect you. Secondly I will always know where you are. But best of all for you, you will always have somebody for your blood. Now I would like you to answer me something. You are an awakened vampire; I can smell it on you. Why are you able to stand in the sun" he asked with a confused look on his face.
"I'm not a regular vampire, as you said. I am not a blood sucker, I'm a blood maker. Every month my blood increases by an exponential amount. If I don't expel it by biting someone, than it all comes out in a huge gush out my nose. It happened in middle school, and I was never able to live it down. Only Maki stood by me, but it still is hard with only one friend" she said looking sad.
"Stop being depressed damn it" he said through gritted teeth clutching his head in pain.
"Wha-what's going on" she asked in fear at what was happening to him.
"Just calm down. The mark works like a one way transference. Your misery transfers to me in the form of intense pain. The less misery you feel the more the pain lessens" he said as he calmed down and tried to get her to calm down.
He saw that even though she was trying to cheer up, her memories still depressed her. He did the only thing that came to mind that could help her. He stepped up and gently wrapped his arms around her. He held her closely but gently.
"I know it hurts. I know what it's like to be ostracized even when you try your best to fit in. Even when you try to help others they spit it in your face. I know, and now I know that you know. I will always be there for you" he said as he gently cradled her head to his chest.
"Thank you" was all she could say before she broke down and cried. She let out all her grief and pain as he held her slowly rocking back and forth.
"What happened to you? How do you know the pain I feel" she asked after a few minutes when she got herself under control.
"My parents weren't the kindest of people. I was born an anomaly even in the Lycan world. You see I am a pitch black dire wolf. But I was born from two white dire wolves. With Lycans your power all depends on how rare you are. White wolves are rare, dire wolves even more so. However white dire wolves are said to be born only once every ten generations. I however am one of a kind. There is also the fact that I'm a black wolf coming from two white parents. Being one of a kind everyone feared me, and the potential destruction I could bring. While the other whelps were taught to survive and to fight I was left to my own devices. I thought that if I could prove to my parents that I wouldn't be a burden and that I was just as good as the others. So I taught myself everything. How to survive, how to fight. Hell I even created my own style of fighting. When I showed my parents it had the opposite effect from what I wanted. Within the same hour I showed them they packed up and left me completely alone. Three days later I came across a group of hunter out for Lycan blood. I passed them by without a second glance not even caring that the pack behind me would be slaughtered. I had become forsaken, so I in return forsook the world. Only the guilt over the pack never left me. From that day on whenever I knew that a group of hunters was getting close to a pack I warned them. It never helped. They always ignored me, and in the end they all died. Their rejections eventually turned my heart to stone. My parents had never named me so I decided to give myself a name. One that suited my personality, so I chose Iwao (Stone heart) Masaru (Victorious). It suited me in how I never truly lost and my heart truly was harder than stone. Not a single crack ever appeared, at least…not until I met you. It may sound strange but there is just something about you that lets you get beyond my barriers. Something that makes a crack in my heart that you somehow wormed into. Maybe it's just the mark talking, but I think this may be me trying to find that one connection I always longed for" he said smiling slightly at the end.
"I think you just spoke from the heart. Even if it is as you say and your heart is made of stone. I can feel the real you. I can feel the loneliness you feel every day. And now you never have to be alone again, because as you said there are perks. Even if you don't see me I will always stay with you" she said returning his embrace and gently cradling his head to her chest. It was awkward for him (He's 5'9 and she is 4'11) but he didn't complain (Who would).
"I hope you realize that you are going to be the only person to see this side of me. In public I will still be the same as I am towards others, but when we are alone I'll be like this" he said straightening up and smiling at her.
"Right" she said. They continued on their walk until they reached her home.
"Thank you for walking me home Masaru kun. I really enjoyed talking with you, and I really learned a lot" said Karin looking at her feet.
"Same for me, I'm actually glad the mark appeared" he said.
"Me too" she replied turning to walk inside.
"Wait" he said suddenly.
"What" she asked confused.
"Your blood increased today. Why don't you use me for relief" he said turning his head to the side to give her better access.
"Thank you" she said as she sunk her fangs into his carotid artery. As soon as she did a pleasure like neither had ever before experienced coursed through their bodies. He tightened his hold on her slightly as she tried to sink her fangs in deeper.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON" yelled an angry voice behind them. They turned to see a very man standing there. He had black hair and a goatee. His eyes bespoke a rage that could only come from one source; a very angry father.
"Tou san what" she started only to be cut off by him.
"Be quiet. And you what are you doing with your arms around my daughter" he yelled in anger.
"Well there is the fact that you could call her my girlfriend or lover if you prefer. Either way it works for me. Secondly she needed to release some extra blood and my neck was available so I let her bite me" Replied Masaru pulling her into another embrace.
"Good bye Masaru kun" she said with a blush dusting her cheeks.
"Good bye Karin chan, I'll pick you up in the morning" he replied smirking at the shocked look adorning her fathers face.
"Oh and Marker san I suggest going inside before you turn to ash from the fading light" he said making her father leap into the foyer of his house screaming in pain.
"Damn you" he yelled as he tried to cool his scorched flesh.
"Until we meet again" replied Masaru with a sweeping bow as he walked away back towards the city a smile on his face. One of the first real smiles he has had in a long long time.
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Hey people thymistacles here. I'm sorry about the lack of updates but I have had a lot on my plate. From being sick to computer problems to school kicking my ass. I just haven't found a lot of time to update my stories. I hope this little piece will hold you over until my next update. Please review or flame I don't care which, ja ne.