I have decided that Vampire Stories about me are adorable. I love being able to bite Syuusuke, seeing as any other physical injury would result in my (umm…lets call it mental torture, just to be nice) being able to cause Syuusuke pain (while giving him a hard on) in rather nice.

Unfortunately, some idiot decided that only vampire stories with Syuusuke and me, or more commonly Buchou and me (who makes for a really yummy vampire) are acceptable. Well, screw that!

Keigo's hot too! And Gen-chan has become part of me (even though I'd never admit in a relatively public area.) So I have decided to kidnap this author and force her to write a steaming, yaoi, lemony story with OT5 and vampires.

Oh, and I do not belong to her. She belongs to me. Now write!

-Lots of Love, Echizen Ryoma

Okay, now that we have observed the sadistic side of Ryoma, which he undoubtedly got from Syuusuke but I don't care because Syuusuke's so hot, let's get onto the story. Since Ryoma actually has a heart, and already said the disclaimer for me (which I never want to say because not owning PoT is just too sad) I can just skip straight to the story.

Have fun reading!

Oh, and a little side note, I was originally going to have all of these be separate chapters but I recently discovered that lots of short chapters doesn't work out because I barely ever get to just sit down and type. So from now on, I'll sit down and type a lot, just because I love you guys so much.

(Dusk)(Syuusuke POV)

Full moon tonight, that means it's hunting time. I can't remember the last time I had a full out hunt. I've decided that unless I want to be discovered really soon, it really is better to eat only when necessary. And preferably from people who either won't mind, notice, or be missed.

I turned towards the sky. The sun was still slightly out, but since those myths about sunlight purifying vampires are fake stories made up by pathetic humans who want to have some hope from avoiding death, I was able to walk outside quite fine.

Oops, angry already. I just get that way every time I think about the stupid humans who tortured my younger brother to prove their myths true. But he was careless, and got caught. I won't do that. I have to live, for the sake of every vampire out there. I'll feed and I'll get revenge…if only for the ones I love, even when I can see their graves even from here.

Ah yes, I'm cursed with amazing eyesight, and hearing, as well as other "super senses." Basically, it just means we have superhuman senses, which really doesn't mean anything, because even though humans believe they're at the top of the food chain, they're really only the most destructive predators on the food chain.

And that was only because they didn't have predators. Which is why vampires were born. Or at least that's what I think. I've been told it's wrong a million times, but no one has ever been able to give a good reason why.

My guardian angel, the night, has finally fallen into place. While it isn't true that sunlight purifies vampires, it still manages to soak up a portion of our powers, whereas the night actually contributes to our powers. Oh, and it's easier to transform in the night.

I checked my watch. Right about now, innocent humans would be walking off trains and getting pick-pocketed by petty thieves. And because as I have nothing against innocent humans, let's go have a bite of petty thief, now shall we?

(Late Dusk)(Ryoma POV)

Trains. I love trains. I love sitting in the last compartment until the very last stop. I like how there's so much noise, and yet none of it matters. I like how it's usually a crowded place, but it's suddenly empty.

I sat against the seat, preferring the floor to the seats someone decided to paint pink and purple. Now that I look more closely, the seats were originally green. Not the bright neon green that so many girls choose to paint their nails, but rather a deep, dark green. They should have left it like that, but then again seeing as the seats were spray painted, I doubt the stations had too much choice in the matter.

I propped my homework against the seat and started. It was easier working in the trains than it was at home. It was always too noisy at home, or not noisy enough, which usually meant trouble or at the least conspiracy. Ah yes, the troubles of living with an immature older brother and an even more immature father.

At least Mom and Nanako understand me a bit better than those two idiots. Baka Oyaji keeps asking why I don't bring home a nice girl. Ryoga finds it amusing to bother me whenever I actually start doing something, which is pretty rare, because it's impossible to concentrate when your older brother is "pounding" a girl next door.

I sit up. I hear something coming. It might be a person but I'm not entirely sure. Normally, people prefer using the more convenient compartments towards the front. And normally, people don't walk so quietly. But there's a lot of power in its step. I'm sure of it, it feels like a smash but it sounds like a drop shot.

Oh right, normal people aren't tennis freaks either. I looked anxiously at the door, wondering just who and what would be stepping onto the train. Wouldn't it be funny if it were just a cat or dog?

Instead, the most beautiful male I'd ever seen stepped onto the train, and literally glided to a seat rather close to mine. His eyes were closed, and a smile was plastered on his face, but the aura he gave off was…serene.

I could feel my cheeks flush gently, which prompted me to pull my hat down further. I stole glances at the male for the next few minutes, and I found yet another reason to love late night train rides.

After a few minutes of stealing glances at the mysterious boy, who still hadn't said anything since he stepped onto the train I began to notice some more things about him. He sat with one leg swung on the other and switched occasionally. His chestnut hair brushed over his half crescent eyes, but only enough so that should he ever chose to open his eyes the ends of his wouldn't manage to annoy him.

His fingers were long, and rather skinny, almost feminine, except that his nails seemed rather messy. But for some reason it didn't match with the rest of this boy. Dirty nails didn't match his mysterious, and somehow majestic presence. Well that was until I saw blood dripping down his arm.

(Early Nightfall)(Ryoma POV)

Throwing caution to the wind, I stepped up to the boy. He seemed shocked, but I wasn't sure since I didn't know him very well. But he did open his eyes. They were a gorgeous cerulean blue, and although his eyes were smaller than mine, I felt myself get lost in the rich hue of his eyes.

When I shook of the spell moments later, I looked him in the eyes and did what I was born to do: be blunt. "Echizen Ryoma. And I'm sure you've noticed, but your arm's bleeding."

I was sure I heard a chuckle, but it was so faint, I could have imagined it. He turned to me. "You're different, aren't you? Fuji Syuusuke. Nice to meet you." His smile spread, it was more genuine although it still had an essence of the red herring smile he wore when he stepped onto the train.

I pulled my bag over. Normally, I'm annoyed by the fact that the school thinks all athletes will get injured and must therefore carry an enormous 5450 piece First Aid Kit. Or at least it felt that big in the beginning. I'm used to the weight now, and I'm rather glad I have it with me right now.

I started dressing his arm, without Fuji permission of course. Even his closed eyes seemed amused, although still slightly questioning. "So do you usually have blood running down your arm, or am I just lucky today?" I could feel his chuckle, and he smiled at me, directly at me.

"You don't know what I am, do you?" Fuji stared into my eyes, with his closed eyes, as though I should be afraid. Actually, I'm pretty sure I was supposed to be afraid. But for some reason, I just wasn't. In fact this just felt right.

I stared back at him. An open challenge I was sure he would take. "Not at all, but does it really matter?" Fuji looked at me, half amused, half well…something. I couldn't put a finger on it quite yet.

"I'm a vampire. Or to put it more bluntly, 'I vant to suck your blood.'" He did a Dracula imitation, but I could see fangs. Real fangs. And they felt right. They looked right. It just fit together: the gorgeous male, the fangs, his hair, his eyes, and the look in his eyes. Ah…there we go. Fuji's eyes were half amused, and half hungry.

"I don't care." I felt as though I was probing into his soul. He pulled me closer to him. It was too close, as though he were about to bite me. I didn't move, and yet I wasn't afraid either.

"I could kill you." The words formed on his lips, and it just didn't fit.

I smiled, "You could but you won't." Fuji's look softened, knowing I was right about that much, at least. "I need to get off here. I'll see you tomorrow. I hope your arm heals by then." I walked off the train, while Fuji looked down at his arm, as though he didn't notice I had wrapped while he was threatening to kill me.

Maybe I'd see him tomorrow.

(Twilight)(Genichirou POV)

It was late. And I was hungry. Normally, I would have tracked it down by now, but this one was good. But still, I don't share this territory with anyone. I can't afford to make any mistakes, and I don't need to watch over some other guy and make sure he doesn't screw up either.

Where would another vampire go at this time of day? Or night…it doesn't matter a human's night is my day, and I have to kill this vampire before he endangers me. A human exited the train station to my left. I shouldn't east until after I've finished tracking, but I suppose I could make an exception.

Especially because this one smells so good, he's quite the looker too. So, a morning snack shouldn't hurt, right?

Argh. His scent was messing with my sense of smell. I could've sworn that I smelt another vampire here! And…there it is again. Heh…maybe I will be able to eat my snack after I eliminate my target after all.

Still, I didn't know which direction to go. I knew he was here, but where? I wish the kid's scent wasn't so good…it makes me want to eat right now. The kid turned a corner, his scent still blocking my senses, all of them. I turned to follow. Forget the target, I'll eat and eliminate my handicap, and then I'll get the target. I don't even need to kill the kid; I can just knock him out from blood loss.

Something raked my back. Nails, sharp nails, nails of a vampire for sure. I turned around, pushing the pain to the back of my mind. Sure enough, my target was right there. A bandage covered one of his arms, but somehow…it only contributed to his beauty.

Why the hell do I have to kill them all? The pain seared again, roaring even from the back of my mind. "Poison, eh? Not bad."

He stared at me, and opened his eyes. He turned serious… "I don't want to fight. I haven't been turned for as long as you have, but I still understand that you've marked this territory as your own."

I hissed at him, never a man of words, even before I was turned. He continued, "I won't cause trouble for you though, and even if someone does manage to turn me in, they won't get you. I'll tell them that I'm the only vampire in this area. They'll believe me, I tend to have a possessive streak. And I can tell I'm not the only one."

I snarled. "How can I trust you? You've been here for three days, and you've already managed to attack me."

He smiled at me. "Maybe that's why. I'm good. I'm very good." He turned to leave, but stopped and looked over his head. "Fuji Syuusuke. And the poison will leave after an hour. I didn't give you a lethal dose."

I was…impressed. "Sanada Genichirou," I replied. "I do have one question though." Fuji turned around to look at me. "Why did you stop me? You could have fought with me after the kid left."

He smiled again. It was a cruel smile, a smile that promised death. "I thought I told you, I have a possessive streak." Fuji turned to leave once again.

The brat smelled good, really good. I'll go grab a snack first though; this could take a while. And Fuji didn't smell too bad himself; His wound must still be bleeding.

I smirked, for the first time in a while. Fuji was right about one thing; he wasn't the only one with a possessive streak.

(Midnight)(Tezuka POV)

I turned off the lights. I needed to get some sleep, or I would arrive at the courts later than Oishi tomorrow. And Ryoma asked for an early morning match too, even though I didn't figure him for a morning person.

A knocking sound hit my window. And I'm sure it was the window, I've had enough training for that much. I opened the window and looked down. I smiled, rather glad it was too dark to make out expressions. I was pretty sure Ryoma wasn't a late night wanderer either. Guess I'm still learning, eh?

I snuck out of the house, something I had been doing more frequently ever since I had agreed to play more matches with Ryoma. It had been my present to him, for worrying him throughout middle school about my arm. And now that it was healed…well let's just say any day now, Ryoma was about to break it with one of his smashes.

As I followed Ryoma, or rather was dragged by Ryoma, I wondered when Echizen had become Ryoma. Was it when he ran into my hospital room, telling me he'd never forgive me if I didn't heal in time for Nationals? Or when I graduated and he stole my second button, saying it was "for good luck." (A/N: In Japanese culture you give the second button from your blazer to your lover/the person that means the most to you. Or something along those lines, correct me if I'm wrong!)

"Nee, Buchou." I looked at Ryoma. "I finished the Tezuka Zone. If you want it back you're going to have to steal it from me!" I smiled, hoping the streetlights weren't bright enough to illuminate my facial expressions. It had become his new hobby, perfecting the moves of others when he didn't have the inspiration to create his own new ones.

"Is that a challenge?" I asked, teasingly. Ryoma returned with a bright smile, and an English word I didn't understand. I guess it was slang…that would probably explain why I never ran into it during my studies. And Ryoma probably knew it too.

He smiled at me, yet again, brightening the area around us. "You betcha, means something along the lines of "of course" except as you probably guessed, it's slang." His eyes teased me, saying "And I only said it because I knew you wouldn't understand."

Ryoma bounced off onto the courts, then turned around to wave his racket unprofessionally at me. "Well," he yelled, "do you want your move back or not?" I remember saying something about being more quiet in the middle of the night, before reaching for my racket and playing tennis with Ryoma at an ungodly hour.

But I'd never call him Ryoma. Whenever I spoke to him, he always became Echizen again. I feel as though I'm trying to hide it from him…but that wouldn't work, because Ryoma can pick out the things that someone wants to hide better than the things someone is just thinking normally.

But was our relationship normal? I glanced at Ryoma again, before leaving him at his doorsteps, with the promise of playing again tomorrow morning. Yes, before school, at yet another ungodly hour. As he reached for a tree branch jumping into the tree, with his racket bag swung over his shoulder, I wondered…if I wanted this relationship to be normal.

(Dawn)(Syuusuke POV)

The boy could move well, I thought, as he climbed up to his window. I hopped up behind him. Silently, but quickly, I almost reached the top before he did. He popped back into his room, forgetting to close the window behind him, instead choosing to open his bag to reveal a tennis racket.

Right, Echizen Ryoma had been playing tennis with that other male. The one who had stared at Ryoma with lust in his eyes, and love in his mind. He was pretty, no doubt a bishounen, but still Ryoma was mine alone…for now. Maybe, someday I'll share. My mind flashed back to the vampire who'd nearly caught me before.

Sanada had been after Ryoma too. I could see that much in his eyes, although he didn't give off too many emotions. It was like the stoic man Ryoma had been with early. But that male…gave off a wave of emotions when he saw Ryoma. I didn't like it…but then again, they hadn't been bad catches themselves.

They always said vampirism made you crazy; they called us insane. Maybe they were just excuses, or maybe it was the truth. It would make sense; my senses could feel the lust in the air even after the teenagers had left the area. Hormonal overdose in your body is bad enough, especially since I was turned as a teenager. But to literally be able to feel the hormones around you was overwhelming.

Well, I couldn't really feel it. But I could read minds, and I could smell it. And, having extraordinary senses, as a human hadn't brought down the evolution I would undergo during the change. I was a tensai to begin with, and a tennis player too; and now, I was a tensai vampire, with the ability to kill. And he wasn't scared of me…

My eyes closed and I propped myself against his windowsill. "Boo."

Ryoma's eyes got bigger, allowing his innocence to seep out of his catlike eyes. "What are you doing here?" He asked me, not in a frightened manner like anyone else would have. "Are you alright? Is your arm okay?" Of course, concerned for the vampire.

Ryoma…really was different from all the others. Different from the kids who kicked Yuuta when he was young, saying it was sinful to want to be a vampire when you grew up. Different from the guys who sold him to a vampire hunter, saying Yuuta was a vampire-to-be, as though it would justify his death.

His hand touched my face. Ryoma looked at me, and bluntly said, "You're crying." That was it, no pity at all. In fact, there was barely any emotion in his voice. I loved it. I absolutely loved it.

He stared at me curiously. "Do I really need to invite you in, or is that another lie?" I laughed at that. Not a chuckle, a full-blown laugh, like I used to be able to do. Like I used to fake so that others couldn't tell what was going on. Except this was real.

"No, this one's the truth, Ryoma-kun. We decided to respect the innocent and intelligent humans." His expression changed when I called him by his first name, but I couldn't quite finger what it was. But when I finished my statement, Ryoma was laughing, the previous emotion gone, whatever it was.

"So you only kill the people stupid enough to invite you in?" I laughed at that one. He surprised me a lot. He was blunt, he didn't pity you for your past, and…he was different. Ryoma glanced at me, still leaning on his windowsill. "Would I be stupid if I invited you in right now?"

I laughed. "Of course not, Ryoma. You amuse too much for me to kill you." There were other reasons too, of course, but Ryoma seemed too innocent to spoil…at least for another couple of weeks or so.

Ryoma smirked. "Then come in, Fuji." His eyes glanced into mine, telling a different story than his smirk. He sighed, "Do you know how long it's been since someone called me Ryoma? I'm still trying to get used to the whole last name thing."

I giggled, surprising myself once again. "Would it help to call me Syuusuke?" I searched his eyes for emotion, but the only thing I could find was a twinge of confusion. I hope I didn't scare the poor boy.

"Syuusuke…nope. Too weird. Maybe some other time, like after I've known you for more than what… two hours?" Ryoma glanced over at his cat. "Yup, just about two hours since I saw you on the train."

"You can tell the time…by looking at your cat…" I wasn't sure what emotion was smothering my voice, but it felt as though my words were covered with surprise. Either that, or they were dripping in sarcasm. For some reason, I actually hoped it was the former.

"Yup. He started waking up, which means he's ready to pounce on me so that I actually crawl out of bed and get ready for stupid school. On the plus side, I haven't been late for a game with Buchou since Karupin started doing that." Ryoma bent down and picked Karupin up, hugging her (A/N: Not sure about Karupin's gender. If she isn't female…well some please tell me, because I'll probably continue referring to Karupin as her until then.)

Ryoma put Karupin in my arms, smiling. "If she doesn't scratch you, it means she likes you." I spent the next hour playing with an adorable human kid, and his cat. Maybe this is what humans call happiness; maybe this is the thing that distinguishes crazy vampires, and vampires that hunt to eat rather than kill. Maybe…just maybe, I still might have a chance, at this thing called happiness.

(Twilight)(Keigo POV)

It was late, and I was tired. Being rich for an eternity may sound nice, but it's a lot of work. Ever since Father decided I should start helping out with the company, even though I didn't show signs of vampirism until eighteen, I'd been working until sunrise, and sleeping through the day.

My biological clock was based on how much paperwork was due, and the deadlines I was given. If I was lucky I would work the entire night, and 6 hours in the day. I hated working in the day. It wasn't the sunlight that bothered me; it was the stares I got from people as I left around noon.

They would all think that I was a slacking rich kid, who popped by to ask his dad for cash. And it annoyed me to no end that the same people thinking these thoughts barely worked the minimum hours necessary to qualify for pay. I don't understand why they weren't all fired, and replaced with more of our kind.

It doesn't bother me that I need blood to live. Even humans need blood to live, except they don't need to drink it almost daily in order to sustain their blood lust. I've learned that the hard way. Father had to erase the memories of six humans, and take three of them to the hospital for blood transfusions.

But that was when I was a newborn. I'm older now, and I'm tired of living like an old vampire. Granted the old vampires have quite a reputation among humans and vampires alike, I wanted the childhood I was never given.

I clocked out. I didn't plan on coming back tonight either. I'd tell them I was investigating a feral vampire, or some other bogus story like that. Father will know I'm just trying to ditch work, but he'll cover for me. He always did tell me to take it easy…said it would cause early wrinkles.

I looked into the elevator door, the reflection that shone back revealed that either I worked great under stress or my vampire blood is effective at holding wrinkles at bay. Yes, I have a reflection; all vampires have reflections. It annoyed me how humans thought they were so great, that no one could defeat them.

I reached a park. It was still rather dark out, and yet I heard the sound of tennis balls. Tennis, that's what I used to play, before I was called out of day school and told that I could either attend a vampire-constructed school, or work in the office. I choose the office, but only because newborn vampires, like those I would have to study with, were arrogant jerks.

It's hard work being a narcissist. I should know. And I didn't feel like further inflating my ego around newborn vampires that are nowhere near my level. I remember what it was like…except even as I newborn people were always telling me how amazing I was. The truth is, the more talented a human/unawake vampire is, the stronger the newborn that will result from the change will be.

I turned towards the courts. I didn't care that humans could be watching. I just wanted to play my heart out, like old times. I didn't stretch; I just grabbed a random racket and hit a ball as hard as possible. It went into the court. A male voice behind called out.

"That's not too bad…for a beginner." He smirked, a slightly arrogant smirk, and yet more playful than anything else. "But I doubt you're a beginner, ne?"

A taller male behind him nodded. "The racket grip alone gives it away. How long have you played?" I smirked; at the very least I could get a good game if they could even make out my grip style in this dark.

"Long enough to play against you." I stared into the eyes of the younger one. Somehow I felt as though he would be less likely to turn down a challenge than the taller boy would. And it didn't hurt that he smelled, and even looked, really yummy. In fact both males looked rather yummy.

Of course, as I would later learn, when dealing with this boy, things would never turn out the way you expect them to. A voice called out from behind the trees. "Saa, then why don't we play doubles?"

The younger boy showed a small hint of surprise, but his lips smiled. "So you play too, Fuji? You could have told me earlier. But that would have been too easy, hmm?" The taller man looked slightly lost, but only if you stared into his eyes. He concealed his emotions too well.

"Then Buchou and I will play you guys." The Fuji guy smiled. There was something strange about…vampire. He was a vampire. I couldn't smell him because the boy's scent was too strong, too intoxicating.

Fuji smiled. "Demo, Ryoma that wouldn't be fair. He's one too…"

Was it really too long? I hope it wasn't, but I have almost 5000 words already, and it'll only get longer. Tell me if you do or don't like. Or if you aren't a reviewing type of person, I check my email (occasionally) so feel free to send me messages!

For those of you who read my other stories, sorry I haven't updated but no matter how much or how long I write, I never get anywhere. As soon as I decide where and how the story should go, I'll update.

I love you guys, just for reading, because I had lots of fun writing this and I hope you had fun reading it too.