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This is Our Destiny

Gray eyes glazed over in dejection as they gazed out the large window of the classroom, once more recalling the moment he had come to the realization whom destiny had planned for him to love - to be with. It was however, not that which caused him to feel such despondency, but instead because, for the last three years he had been unable to locate the one who unknowingly held his heart captive.

A sharp stern voice called out, "Takatsuki! Pay attention, the snow isn't going to go anywhere."

The blonde youth turned his head back to the front of the class, bobbing his head as he took up his pen to scribble down what she'd written on the board for all to copy. Although as he gazed down at the notebook it was nothing more than nonsense and the name he'd come both to love and to hate, hate because he'd left no trace behind to help him find the bastard, Miyagi You.

In frustration, as he was wont to do as of late, his eyes began to water only serving to irritate him further and hoped that no one was witness to his weakness.

Behind him he heard a couple of the lower ranked classmates whispering, usually he wouldn't have paid any heed to whatever they were blabbering on about, but he stilled tensely in his seat as something they said caught his ear unawares.

"I saw this old fart at the library last night," one remarked snidely.

"Oh?" another asked with disinterest.

"Yeah, he had a bunch of musty old books around him, I swear they were piled to the ceiling.

"I didn't know you liked the library."

"I don't, I was just waiting for my girl there and I had to drop off some books for my sister who's too sick right now." The snide one remarked.

"Uh huh," the other remained disinterested and skeptical, but it never stopped the other from trying to talk his ear off.

"Well, my girl thought the old fucker was hot, but he didn't even notice either of us."

"I see..."

"You know how girls like tall, dark and handsome strangers, but come on! This guy was probably around when the dinosaurs were."

"Why, was he bald or his hair gray?"

"Uh...well...no. He was tall and dark since he sported black hair. I'm not into guys though, so I dunno if he was handsome or not."

"Obviously your girlfriend thought so, so he probably was."

Shinobu had stopped listening when musty old books piled to the ceiling had been mentioned. He thought to himself, 'Surely it's, Miyagi they're talking about.' His eyes gazed down at the paper before him, trying to write down whatever the teacher had told them to, but each symbol he stroked came out crooked or jagged - unintelligible.

Suddenly a loud piercing ring echoed throughout the building, and expelling a pent up breath, the blonde youth shot up from his desk, haphazardly packing his school bag and hurrying from the room.

If that old man had been seen, then surely he was somewhere in Tokyo. If that indeed were the case, Shinbou thought as his brows furrowed, mouth dipping into a frown, then he would find him. Miyagi had to take responsibility for how he felt about him.

"Professor Miyagi, a word?"

He glanced up from his desk, noting that Hiroki's hair was more disheveled than usual with slight interest. 'Wonder what he was up to this morning,' he thought with slight amusement. However, he voiced none of this. Instead, he answered dryly, "What is it?"

"My desk just happens to be vibrating. Do you have any idea how that came to be?" the brunette asked, not bothering to hide his anger.

"Oh, Kamijou darling, you suspect me of some sort of prank? Is that it?"

"Well, obliviously."

"Are you sure it isn't your cell phone causing it?"

"It's a little too extreme to be my cell phone."

"Strange. You may want to have someone check on that," Miyagi replied with a mischievous grin. And with that he whirled around in his favorite swivel chair. The head professor of the literature department lifted the quill pen from the ink bottle and began the tedious task of correcting the papers of his students.

His eye twitched as he read,"Edward Cullen has to be the greatest vampire of all time. Only real vampires can sparkle and they don't have fangs either. Bram Stoker was an idiot." He muttered to himself, "What is this shit?" Without any hesitation, without even reading the rest of the paper he marked it with a big fat F-, a zero.

He rolled his eyes, "Fledglings these days, what kind of crap are they reading? Bram Stoker was closer to the truth than Stephanie Meyers could ever understand. Hell the Twilight Series is just some fangirl writing a fanfiction that somehow managed to get published despite its many grammatical errors and overuse of the mary-sue-dumb."

"Sir," Hiroki began again, "If it means anything to you, Bram Stoker had his faults as well. After all, his vampires had the abilities to fly and turn into smoke. And yet, they chose to crawl up and down the sides of the castle. Much like you'd expect from a lizard…"

"It's still an excellent example of good vampire literature," Miyagi protested, before continuing his rant against Twilight.

Hiroki shook his head, "You might think that professor, but not one book has ever been written by a true vampire, all those stories are at most purely fictional."

Muttering beneath his breath, "Well then why don't you write one, or get that friend of yours to write something about vampires instead of writing romance novels for the human population."

Cinnamon brown eyes narrowed, shaking his head, he turned into the small closet of their office to organize so that it was a bit less of a maze.

Miyagi, mid monologue about how idiotic the ever increasing population of fledglings was becoming, didn't notice that the doorknob of his office had slowly been turned, the door opening unnoticed.

The dark haired professor was too engrossed, ignoring even the sound of the unusual beating of a mortal heart nearby, so incensed was he by the fact that Twilight was so popular and yet had glaringly obvious untruths and was poorly written material at that. Though he had to admit, a lot of other vampire literature had several untruths as well, but every-time another one came out they just got more and more ridiculous. Plus had the students in his class have bothered to read the syllabus they would have realized that Twilight along with a few other select stories, were a taboo subject, for it was an embarrassment to the vampire society, especially the Vampires in Literature class of which he had charge of.

As silently as possible the scrawny, blonde teen crept up to the desk where a dark head was bent over a pile of papers awaiting final judgment. His gray eyes widened, his heart beginning to beat to a different tempo. Before he could speak the dark head lifted to stare at him with unseeing midnight blue irises.

Miyagi blinked, frowning as an unfamiliar face came into focus. For a moment he'd thought either Assistant Professor Kamijou had returned or one of his students had come to see him, but this young man looked like neither. Plus he was still wearing a high school uniform, and he didn't recall having any students with a pulse.

"Excuse me, but what are you doing here?"

Shinobu pulled out the chair across from the midnight blue eyed professor, neither smiling or frowning as he stared directly at him. "I love you."

At that the pen fell, clattering to the desk.

"And I want you to take responsibility."

Miyagi stared at the mortal shocked by this revelation. How the hell had the young man jumped to that conclusion when surely neither of them had ever met.

"Miyagi!" Hiroki suddenly yelled, jumping out from the closet. His glare turned into an expression of slight shock when he saw the Takatsuki boy. He looked away instantly and turned so that the slayer would not see his face. He gave a small, very fake chuckle, and said quickly, "I'll just be leaving, your highness." His imitation was that of a Blood Slave who'd been forced into submission. He'd pay the price later, if Professor Miyagi You lived to mock him. Nevertheless, he'd get past the slayer and live another night.

Miyagi's eyes narrowed, not in anger so much as confusion. What the heck was Hiroki saying?! He looked back at the teen in front of him. He was still looking into Miyagi's eyes, not giving Kamijou even a glance. There was something in that gaze. Something he felt he knew yet didn't. There was something somewhat enticing about the boy, and it wasn't just the alluring scent of blood that pulsed beneath his flesh.

"So, you don't remember?" the kid smiled an eerie, terroristic smile. Miyagi thought he heard the door slam shut behind his co-worker, yet he didn't really hear it. He wasn't really listening for his attention had been captured by the human in front of him. "Well, allow me to refresh your memory, old man."

Three Years Previous:

Shinobu slid in between a couple of houses. It wasn't like him to run. It wasn't like him to give up in the middle of a mission. But, there'd been more of them than he'd counted on being there. More than two slayers alone could handle. He'd had no choice but to strike out at the leader and bolt. In what state nor where his companion, Fujimori was, he hadn't the vaguest idea.

He had no inkling either of where his sister, Risako had gotten too. She was supposed to have been there, but had never shown. If only she had been there with her extra years of knowledge, of training, of scalps beneath her belt then things might not have gotten so out of hand as they had.

A trail of blood was all he'd left in his wake. Surely, they'd be tracing him now. Nothing he could do now except wait. He'd chosen the space between the houses not as a hiding place, but instead as the place where they'd face off. No more than one person could attack him at one time, though his back was unguarded. Hopefully, they'd only sent two vampires after him.

The fact that his leg was bleeding barely registered. He knew he was injured, but the adrenaline was dulling the pain. He'd been trained not to focus on a wound, to instead concentrate on his surroundings. He made a mental note not to trust that leg, though his thoughts were centered elsewhere.

Barely audible footsteps sounded in the street. They were moving slowly, almost soundlessly. Only a skilled slayer's ears would have picked up on it and the fact that there were three of them. The hand in which he held the stake rose. By now, they'd be planning on their attack. He didn't attempt to slow his breathing nor make any sign that he knew of their presence at all.

Suddenly, a pale arm reached through the darkness, toward him. He stepped back easily and took a swipe at the arm with his stake. It wouldn't do much damage, though it infuriated the vampire attacking him. He instantly lunged into the shadows as well and shoved Shinobu back. He was moving without thinking, attacking without a plan. Shinobu easily sent a kick, with his good leg, into the creature's middle sending it flying back.

Another monster took its place, this time a female. She blocked each thrust he made with the stake. He even tried faking a thrust and punching with the other arm, but she was faster. She eventually pulled the useless hunk of wood from his hands and tossed it behind her. Smirking, she backed him down the narrow passage way. He didn't realize her vampire-brethren were waiting for him until he'd already fallen into the trap.

"So, Misty, what do you think we should do with this one?" One of the males asked, playfully.

"He's of the Takatsuki family, we're taking him to Usami."

"Oh, come on." The other joined in, "You never let us have any fun!"

"You should not play with your food," she said, shaking her head with disgust.

"We won't kill him, we just want to have some fun before we hand him over."

"Yeah, Usami won't care."

"Well, I suppose if it's just this once…" she began.

The other two were already smirking and licking their lips.

"Just… don't bloody him up too bad. He'll want the honor of torturing the boy himself. Don't do anything that couldn't have been done in a fight!"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Sure." They both were agreeing to her terms, though the look in their eyes was telling a completely different story.

One of the guys removed his shirt in a single movement and the female, Misty, made a noise of repulsion.

"I'll leave you to it then." She said, already walking away.

Shinobu shut his eyes then. He had been defeated and now he would be subjected to all kinds of cruel treatments. It wouldn't just be the physical pain of it all that was worrying him. Fear was something he'd rarely felt until now. He'd always been so in control, and the loss of that now… Shinobu found he wasn't exactly sure what he was or should be feeling.

Interrupting his daze, a pair of hands gripped his shoulders hard. He was roughly pinned against one of the buildings, but he didn't scream. No doubt, they could smell his fear, but he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of showing it. It wasn't until he felt one of them messing with his jeans that he finally reacted. He aimed a backwards kick and felt the pressuring hands suddenly leave him.

Spinning around, he aimed another kick at the vampire closest to him. He'd used his good leg and had made contact before the injured one buckled underneath him. He hit the pavement hard, to his assailants' great amusement.

But their laughter stopped rather abruptly. They were staring past the slayer, into the passageway. He assumed it was Misty, for he couldn't move to check it out, until one of the guys began backing up. Whomever it was stepped around him and proceeded toward the two.

In the darkness it was difficult to make out the man's profile, but there was just the smallest bit of light, revealing the man's face. It was the same one he had seen often enough at the library where he had taken out several books on vampire lore for his studies as outlined by his parents and elder sibling. Yet from the fear he had felt and at the loss of blood, though not enough to kill him, made him dizzy, the world blurring around him as he blinked, trying his best not to pass out.

He could hear a fist connecting with bone, a screech, the sound of footsteps trying to run, then a sudden halt, bodies thudding to the ground, strangled cries and the sound of death. He feared that the one whom had intervened had lost, until a deep concerned voice came from the darkness.

"You okay kid?"

Not wishing to appear weak, Shinobu uttered, though shakingly, "I...I'm fine," as he tried to lift himself up off the ground, only to grit his teeth as pain shot up through his leg, trembling before collapsing back onto the ground.

Kneeling, one brow arched over a midnight blue eye, "You don't seem fine to me," he gently took hold of Shinobu's injured leg, "here, let me see." He slowly rolled up the pant leg which was soaked in blood.

Gray eyes widened as that dark head bent and he felt something warm and wet glide over the gash he'd received to that particular limb from his earlier battle against those creeps from before.

His eyes fluttered closed, biting the side of his bottom lip, feeling his face heat, fingers curling at his sides on the ground as he felt the man's tongue reach the backside of his knee, before stopping.

"That will have to do for now since we don't have any disinfectant," at that Shinobu's eyes opened again, watching as the man ripped his own sleeve off and began to wrap it around his leg.

His head bent, blond locks falling over his forehead, concealing his eyes from view as he muttered, "Thanks, but you didn't have to do that."

Shinobu's frown deepened as he heard the rumbling chuckle, only to have his mouth gape open slightly when he felt fingers grip and tilt his chin up.

"You know, a cute kid like you shouldn't be wandering the streets alone so late at night, it's dangerous."

He stiffened, glowering up into the older males eyes, "I can take care of myself," his fingers curled around the man's wrist and pried his hand from where it held him by his chin.

"Oh? Really now, it didn't look that way to me. Your leg is injured and it looked as though those two were about to do whatever the hell they pleased with you," the young slayer gasped when those fingers felt too close, even his ears felt overly warm, "here." Although it was barely a flutter of a touch, before the hand was drawn back; he knew what the other was suggesting.

He opened his mouth to snap, but could find no words with which to utter, because it was true and yet he abhorred his weakness for it proved what his family believed, he just wasn't ready yet to be considered an official slayer. Apparently he still had a long way to go before he could live up to his sister's infamy let alone their fathers.

'Had this man not intervened, or been there at that precise moment,' he gulped, 'who knew what might have happened.' He could only imagine and it only unnerved him, causing him to tremble. The tears he'd struggled to hold back slowly began to escape, trickling down his cheeks and darkening his irises to a darker shade of gray.

The older man seemed perturbed, gaze cast to the side as his mouth opened trying to think of something to say, one hand rubbing the back of his head. Then with a sigh, as he looked down at the youth, he couldn't just leave him there and it was a lucky thing for the kid that he wasn't looking for a meal.

With a sigh, eyes rolling toward the sky he wrapped his arms around the blond, in hopes of soothing him. Perhaps he shouldn't have opened his big mouth, because he could feel the young human shaking, lightly he stroked the boy's back, feeling his shirt becoming soaked by tears. He wondered himself what the hell he was doing.

At least the kid didn't seem to be cowering as though he'd just run into unnatural monsters, not that those idiots weren't monsters regardless of whether or not they were mortal or immortal. With those two gone, there wouldn't be nearly as many problems within the community, killing without compunction, without the need to feed; they were the lowest of the low. Why someone else hadn't vanquished them before he'd never know, but they could only have brought problems for the community.

As he'd been lost in thought he hadn't noticed that the shaking and tears had ceased, or that one of the young man's hands clutched his shirt like a lifeline. However at the sound of heels clicking against the concrete he stiffened for it was an all too familiar step which had plagued him before mercilessly, relentlessly. The subtle scent of that perfume had his stomach in knots, prying himself loose of the young mortal he stood and turned down the dark alley, "Sorry kid, but I gotta go."

Shinobu watched him go, unable to speak. On his knees, one hand holding him up, shakily. He reached out as if to pull the man back before he passed out and fell to the ground. Seconds later someone stopped beside him, though he was unaware.

A woman stood over the blond boy, frowning into the darkness, muttering, "Miyagi You," but her eyes cast down at the youth unconscious on the ground. It looked like her little brother had gone ahead without her and in so doing had wound up losing enough blood to faint. 'But why was Miyagi You here? He doesn't usually hang out in the slums of the vampire community. Damn it, he's not an opponent that Shinobu can face.' With a sigh, she dialed her cell to call, "Dad, can you come pick us up? Shinobu's unconscious." She gave him the details of where they were and in no time they were safely back home.

Back to Current Day:

Frowning, Miyagi pulled out a cigarette and slowly lit it, one brow twitching as he felt a headache coming on as he leaned back in his seat. This young human male had to be kidding. He'd only saved him from a couple of unsavory vampires that had gone around killing just for kicks and drawing too much attention to themselves and their race. It was best for humans to think that they were no more than fictional characters in their favorite vampire novels, movies, memorabilia, etc.

He wondered just what the hell he was going to do with this brat, carefully thinking over the options as he took a long drag from the cancer stick. It was a damn lucky thing he was a vampire otherwise he was sure to have been dead a long time ago from smoking like a fiend.

Although thinking about it, he recalled that the blood he'd licked clean from the kid's wound had been unlike any he'd tasted before, a rare delicacy and yet somehow dangerous. Narrowing his eyes, he crushed the light of the cigarette into the ashtray in agitation before he stood and leaned over his desk. He grabbed hold, with one hand, of the boy's shirt collar, still trying to process all of this and what he should do, or how he should respond.

Shinobu gave a slight gasp, not expecting the sudden movement. His body tensed instinctively. However, Miyagi wasn't harming him so he forced himself to relax. It was not as though he were fighting off vampires.

There had to be a way out of this. He glanced at the door. Could he run? No. This kid would just come back. The only real option was to somehow convince him this was madness.

"Alright, so I saved your neck once." He said, letting the boy go.

"It was destiny."

"It was not destiny," Miyagi frowned, "I was just passing through."

"Sounds like destiny to me." The kid argued.

Miyagi couldn't argue so instead he changed the subject, "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to take responsibility."

"You said that before, but what exactly do you mean?"

"I want you to love me."

Miyagi nodded, remembering the confession he'd gotten prior to this discussion. "You do realize I'm a man, don't you? An old man at that."

"That's why you have to take responsibility."

'This kid was so irritating! Who the hell does he think he is?!'

"Well, I refuse. Go bother someone else. Preferably, a girl your own age." Miyagi replied coldly, standing up and bolting out of his office, briefcase in hand heading for his next class.

Author Note: I'd like to send a thank you out to XXFallenxxAngel16XX for giving this a glance over before going to publish it here. And again I really appreciated NowakiStar co-writing this with me, it really helped to add an extra element to it as I mentioned previously.. ALSO please note that there's various opinions on any vampire literature so please try not to feel offended by Miyagi's take on Twilight... And reviews are love. The next chapter will be Egoist.