Part 1
Omi woke from his fever coughing again, he felt horrible, he knew every so often that this occurred he had to go to the Kritiker doctors. The rather thin boy looked in the mirror at himself, the large blue eyes were now an almost yellowish glow. None of his team was to know, but how could he slip out with them not knowing. His short blond hair matched his father's and his large eyes matched that of his mothers.
He touched the mirror and sighed as he parted his lips to reveal two very sharp fangs. He took a deep breath, every year it got worse and worse. He knew he got it from his mother; all the files he got on his mother's family had this. They called it a disease; in truth nothing was farther than the truth that it was vampirism.
The doctors at Kritiker had kept him in supply with blood supplements, but when the toxin from only a year prior made him sick did his blood disease suddenly appear violently one night.
Ever since that night, it was like he was suffering every night, the supplements had lost their affect. He realized before it was too late he was staring at one of his team members in hunger, a hunger that he never knew he had.
"Every third born child in this family has this disease, the body begins to stop aging," he had read the description of the disease from the files he received. "Last known case of this was reported in Takatori Mamoru age five. He developed it when he was three, and though his father refused to help him, his brother Mosifumi became obsessed with trying to cure him of the disease. There have been successful attempts to control it, but they have been unsuccessful at destroying it utterly."
Omi held himself rocking slightly as he heard the knock on the door. Only a few people knew about this. "Come in?" he whimpered and looked at the door as it opened, Manx entered and looked at him.
"You should have called me sooner, you know you need the supplement at least twice a month," she held out the package of fake blood to him as he snatched it.
He looked down at it. "Is this all.I told you it stopped working?"
She shook her head. "Omi, we're trying our hardest to find something that will control it. You have to be patient."
Patient, yes, I have to, he thought to himself. He sat in his bed as he poured the contents into a cup and started to drink it. "I don't know how much longer I can control it, Manx. I thirst."
"I know, Omi, you have to." "Wait.I know. What if they find out? This could be worse than me being a Takatori. Being a vampire could be even worse."
For days, Omi sat in his room, he pretended to be ill, he couldn't stand it any more. He looked over the files on his mother again and again. He had to know the truth, he had to know why Mosifumi was so obsessed with finding a cure. He looked at Mosifumi's files for the fortieth time, this was when he found something. "Only one out of a million people are inflicted with vampirism, my brother's infliction made him able to move quicker, but be sunlight sensitive." He gasped, he hadn't really admitted it to himself that he didn't like being in the sunlight that often, but he was like a flower, he spent most of his time in the sun away. "I have consulted with doctors all over the world. To find a cure for my brother has become an obsession." He blinked and looked down at a note, a small letter that his brother had written only ten years ago.
"Dear Mamoru,
I know that is has been along time between letters. I just want you to know I am working to find a cure for your disease. Mother would be so happy to know that you will soon be a normal child just like we dreamed. Please, be patient, Mamoru. I promised Hell to let her see you, she saw your picture in my room, she was very impressed with you and thought you were adorable.
Love, Mosifumi" **
A day had passed, Omi went back to school, he looked around and smiled again at his friends. He saw some girls smiling at him, and though he pretended not to look at them. He slipped into a broom closet and started to drink some of the supplement from a water bottle, he choked a little at the taste, he liked it warm. He looked out into the halls and saw a strange man looking at him. He went back into the closet again and finished off the liquid and then went back to class, he looked around for the man, but it seemed he vanished into thin air.
"Omi, hey, Omi, are you even paying attention," he blinked and saw Ken looking at him. "Come on, we have two deliveries to make." He was standing outside the school and was looking straight at his friend who was smiling.
"Did you see anyone walking out?" Omi asked.
"What? No.I haven't seen anyone, but your little fan club," Ken groaned, he put his hands on Omi's head. "You know, you still have a fever Omi. Why don't we just take you home?"
Home, all right, he thought. He sighed getting onto the back of Ken's motorcycle, he remembered that he didn't bring his for his day back. He held onto Ken and became aware of a strange beating noise in his ears. He looked away and gave a frown.
"Omi, wake up, we're." Ken never finished when he felt Omi's head against his neck and a strange stinging pain in his neck. "Omi..Omi."
The hot taste of blood caused the youngest member of the Weiss to hold his friend tightly. Ken struggled only to weakly finally give in, he felt Omi finally being pulled away and he saw Manx as he passed out. **
"I told you to be patient, Omi," Manx growled as she helped Omi lift Ken into the bed. "I told you that a hundred times not to drink from your."
"What is done is done!" Omi looked down at Ken. "What did I do to him?"
"You drank his blood, Omi, he will know what you are."
The boy looked away and walked down the hall toward his room. He couldn't believe it, he thought he had control, he thought he could actually be able to control the creature he became.
Sitting down on his bed looked around and saw his files sitting on his desk, he pulled them up to him and started to read again. "No cure," he sighed on the final page. "I'm never going to be able to control this thing."
"Omi?" he looked up at the sound of Ken's voice, he saw his friend leaning weakly against the door. "What are you?"
Omi woke from his fever coughing again, he felt horrible, he knew every so often that this occurred he had to go to the Kritiker doctors. The rather thin boy looked in the mirror at himself, the large blue eyes were now an almost yellowish glow. None of his team was to know, but how could he slip out with them not knowing. His short blond hair matched his father's and his large eyes matched that of his mothers.
He touched the mirror and sighed as he parted his lips to reveal two very sharp fangs. He took a deep breath, every year it got worse and worse. He knew he got it from his mother; all the files he got on his mother's family had this. They called it a disease; in truth nothing was farther than the truth that it was vampirism.
The doctors at Kritiker had kept him in supply with blood supplements, but when the toxin from only a year prior made him sick did his blood disease suddenly appear violently one night.
Ever since that night, it was like he was suffering every night, the supplements had lost their affect. He realized before it was too late he was staring at one of his team members in hunger, a hunger that he never knew he had.
"Every third born child in this family has this disease, the body begins to stop aging," he had read the description of the disease from the files he received. "Last known case of this was reported in Takatori Mamoru age five. He developed it when he was three, and though his father refused to help him, his brother Mosifumi became obsessed with trying to cure him of the disease. There have been successful attempts to control it, but they have been unsuccessful at destroying it utterly."
Omi held himself rocking slightly as he heard the knock on the door. Only a few people knew about this. "Come in?" he whimpered and looked at the door as it opened, Manx entered and looked at him.
"You should have called me sooner, you know you need the supplement at least twice a month," she held out the package of fake blood to him as he snatched it.
He looked down at it. "Is this all.I told you it stopped working?"
She shook her head. "Omi, we're trying our hardest to find something that will control it. You have to be patient."
Patient, yes, I have to, he thought to himself. He sat in his bed as he poured the contents into a cup and started to drink it. "I don't know how much longer I can control it, Manx. I thirst."
"I know, Omi, you have to." "Wait.I know. What if they find out? This could be worse than me being a Takatori. Being a vampire could be even worse."
For days, Omi sat in his room, he pretended to be ill, he couldn't stand it any more. He looked over the files on his mother again and again. He had to know the truth, he had to know why Mosifumi was so obsessed with finding a cure. He looked at Mosifumi's files for the fortieth time, this was when he found something. "Only one out of a million people are inflicted with vampirism, my brother's infliction made him able to move quicker, but be sunlight sensitive." He gasped, he hadn't really admitted it to himself that he didn't like being in the sunlight that often, but he was like a flower, he spent most of his time in the sun away. "I have consulted with doctors all over the world. To find a cure for my brother has become an obsession." He blinked and looked down at a note, a small letter that his brother had written only ten years ago.
"Dear Mamoru,
I know that is has been along time between letters. I just want you to know I am working to find a cure for your disease. Mother would be so happy to know that you will soon be a normal child just like we dreamed. Please, be patient, Mamoru. I promised Hell to let her see you, she saw your picture in my room, she was very impressed with you and thought you were adorable.
Love, Mosifumi" **
A day had passed, Omi went back to school, he looked around and smiled again at his friends. He saw some girls smiling at him, and though he pretended not to look at them. He slipped into a broom closet and started to drink some of the supplement from a water bottle, he choked a little at the taste, he liked it warm. He looked out into the halls and saw a strange man looking at him. He went back into the closet again and finished off the liquid and then went back to class, he looked around for the man, but it seemed he vanished into thin air.
"Omi, hey, Omi, are you even paying attention," he blinked and saw Ken looking at him. "Come on, we have two deliveries to make." He was standing outside the school and was looking straight at his friend who was smiling.
"Did you see anyone walking out?" Omi asked.
"What? No.I haven't seen anyone, but your little fan club," Ken groaned, he put his hands on Omi's head. "You know, you still have a fever Omi. Why don't we just take you home?"
Home, all right, he thought. He sighed getting onto the back of Ken's motorcycle, he remembered that he didn't bring his for his day back. He held onto Ken and became aware of a strange beating noise in his ears. He looked away and gave a frown.
"Omi, wake up, we're." Ken never finished when he felt Omi's head against his neck and a strange stinging pain in his neck. "Omi..Omi."
The hot taste of blood caused the youngest member of the Weiss to hold his friend tightly. Ken struggled only to weakly finally give in, he felt Omi finally being pulled away and he saw Manx as he passed out. **
"I told you to be patient, Omi," Manx growled as she helped Omi lift Ken into the bed. "I told you that a hundred times not to drink from your."
"What is done is done!" Omi looked down at Ken. "What did I do to him?"
"You drank his blood, Omi, he will know what you are."
The boy looked away and walked down the hall toward his room. He couldn't believe it, he thought he had control, he thought he could actually be able to control the creature he became.
Sitting down on his bed looked around and saw his files sitting on his desk, he pulled them up to him and started to read again. "No cure," he sighed on the final page. "I'm never going to be able to control this thing."
"Omi?" he looked up at the sound of Ken's voice, he saw his friend leaning weakly against the door. "What are you?"