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Chapter One: Unforeseen trouble

"This damn country always seems to have rain," Yuri mumbled in annoyance as he walked down the street, his dark hair and his clothing completely soaked. He had been in Rome for five days, but his dislike of the country did not dissipate. If anything, it got worse with the rainy season.

A few kind citizens had offered him an umbrella, or shelter at their households from the rain, but he simply scoffed in their faces, and continued on his way as if they had never spoken to him. Rude perhaps? Maybe. Yuri did not care what people thought of him. All he cared about was completing his mission and quickly heading back to the Republic before it was too late.

"Damn rain is slowing me down. Where the hell is the Vatican library?" He said aloud, hoping no one was nosey enough to over hear him. He could find the library on his own. He did not need some foolish human telling him anything. Plus, the library could not have been that difficult to find…could it? After all, most of the buildings that belonged to the Church were large, so Yuri assumed the library would look like a gigantic temple. Prehaps, just perhaps, he was overreacting a little.

"Excuse me, sir."

Yuri stopped, and looked over at who at spoken to him with annoyance. A nun dressed in white with shockingly red hair watched him from under the cover of her umbrella with a sympathetic expression. He fought the urge to glare.

"Uh…do you need a place to stay? The weather is going to get worse and well…you don't seem to be from around here so..." The young nun twirled her umbrella nervously, waiting for his answer.

"I appreciate your concern, Sister, but I can take care of myself."

The nun seemed to think otherwise. Tentively, she walked closer so both her and Yuri stood under the umbrella. "Are you sure? It would be horrible if I could not prevent you from getting deathly ill. I mean…if you want to, you can come to the Church. It's not too far from here. Plus, I'm sure the others won't mind. It's our duty to help those in need."

Those in need? This human girl had a lot of nerve. He could tell her heart was in the right place, but the way she said things made his temper boil. Then again, he never did have much patience to begin with.

"No thank you, Sister."

The little nun sighed. "If you change your mind, just come to the Church. You'll receive a warm reception."

Yuri walked from under the umbrella and walked away, looking over his shoulder to say one more thing. "I'll keep that in mind, Sister. You should follow your own advice and get out of this rain."

He could feel that he had greatly upset the nun, though he honestly did not know why. Everyone in this country seemed to get upset over the smallest things. There was no need to worry about him, he would be perfectly fine. All he had to do was find that stupid library. Hopefully, he could find it before the weather got worse.

Thirty minutes had passed, and Yuri was quite frankly, becoming annoyed with just about everything. Yes, he had already been feeling that way just about all day. But now, he was just frustrated. He had wasted thirty minutes of his time trying to find a building that should not have been too hard to find. Now, the rain had stopped being a gentle drizzle to becoming a full blown torrent of water. Once again, his stubbornness had landed him in another compromising position, a position that could have easily been avoided if he had just asked people for directions.

Yuri sighed, watching the rain from under a sign for a bakery. Whoever owned the shop must have felt sympathy for him because they did not run him off like most people would have done…or at least in the Northern States they would have done that…

Yuri did not know how long he had been standing outside before he sighed and walked into the shop. He had not been planning on spending money, but his angry stomach forced him inside.

As soon as he entered a strange smell filled the room. It was the delicious mixture of bread and pastries and…something he could not quite place. The smell was familiar…very familiar, almost like decay in a way.

This damn bread better not be rotting, Yuri thought furiously as he walked inside.

He strolled past the register and frowned, glaring at the clerk who seemed to have fallen asleep across her desk. Humans were so lazy. They could not even manage a simple shop like this without passing out from exhaustion.

Yuri shrugged and ignored the woman as he went off to find what pastry would be suitable for someone of his stature. He walked into the back of the room, examining the pastries with the strict attention of a food inspector before he found some small meat pies. He grabbed four of them. That would be enough to make it through the rest of the day.

Staring at the price, he slowly squinted his eyes. 10 Euro?! Well, that was a rip off.

Yuri sighed. Maybe he could convince the woman to give it to him for free. If he just said how much of a poor, ignorant foreigner he was, perhaps she would feel bad enough to just let him take the food. He doubted it, but it was worth a try.

Walking towards the register he nudged the woman's shoulder. When she did not stir, he sighed and shoved her harder. "Hey, Miss, wake up. I'm here to buy something."

The woman simply stayed in the same position. Now that…was odd. The woman was either a hard sleeper, or she was dead…which he doubted.

"Erm…I'm going to steal your food. You better do something."

No answer.

Yuri backed away. The pieces of the puzzle were now connecting. Someone had murdered this woman. He could not believe that he had not noticed her pallid color before. Only one thing could make someone that pale. She had to have been drained of all her blood.

"Shit," he said, running towards the door. He needed to leave before someone saw him. If they did, they would more than likely blame in for the crime, saying he killed the woman in order to steal her food. It would be so much easier to blame a foreigner for such a crime rather than wasting time trying to find the real killer. The fact that he was unregistered non-human in Rome only made his situation worse.

Yuri did not get far before a gun was pointed in his face, a small red dot smack dab in the middle of his forehead. On instinct he jumped away, avoiding a large bullet that had almost lodged itself comfortably into his head.

"What the hell?!" he snarled, getting behind the desk where the dead salesclerk was currently residing on.

Someone walked inside the shop, their shoes making loud 'thunk' sounds as they walked. If Yuri had not known better, he would have thought that the person who had attacked him was a machine.

"State your name and purpose," a masculine, monotonous voice said.

Yuri growled. There was no way he was going to tell who he was to someone who had just tried shooting him.

"Who are you?" he asked back.

"You have three seconds to answer before you are deemed dangerous."

What the hell? Deemed dangerous? Why, because he refused to say who he was?

"Three, two, one. Switching to genocide mode."

"Goddammit!" Yuri barked, sprinting off into the back of the store. There had to be a way out of here, there just had to be! Surely the woman had a back door or something?

He could feel himself panicking as he quickly looked around. The loud thunk of heavy boots getting closer. This man was obviously not in a hurry to kill him. Whether that was a good thing or not, Yuri was not sure.

Suddenly, his eyes landed on a dingy wooden door near a bunch of pies. Yuri could feel his heart speed up in joy, or was it terror? It was hard to tell. As fast as he could, he ran towards the door, and had almost made it before a bullet flew past him, grazing his shoulder.

"Freeze. If you continue to run, I will have no choice but to terminate you."

Yuri bit his lip with his canines until it bled. So this was the end? He was going to be killed by a dog of the Vatican rather than a member of the Fleur du Mal? Well, at least he tried his best to accomplish his mission. If only there was someone there to witness his demise…

"Tres! Stop it! You can't go around shooting at people like that!" someone shouted behind him.

Yuri was too frightened to turn around. If he did, he might end up getting shot.

"This man is not human, and therefore must be taken in for questioning."

"Yes, questioning, not scaring to death, Tres! Ah, you can be so difficult sometimes."

Yuri gulped. If he was going to be killed eventually, he might as well ask who his attackers were. "W-Who are you people? Are you with Fleur du Mal? If so…" he trailed off. He had no desire to kill anyone, nor did he want to be killed. All in all, he was just stuck in a compromising position.

"It's all right. We did not mean to scare you. We're not with Fleur du Mal. You can turn around."

Slowly, Yuri did just that, his emerald gaze landing on two young men dressed in black priest robes. One had silver hair tied back in a black ribbon, and small round glasses, while the other had short spiky reddish brown hair and a deep frown on his face.

"My name is Abel Nightroad, and this is Tres Iqus. We're very sorry for everything…"

Yuri simply stared, his adrenaline slowly melting away, and with it, bringing a wave of pain into his right shoulder.

"You're hurt. Come along with us. We promise not to harm you."

"Liar! All you Vatican dogs are the same. You'll trick me into coming with you, and then you'll torture me for information."

The man called Abel shook his head fiercely. "That's not true! We would never do something like that."

Yuri glared at Tres coldly as if to challenge him to say otherwise, but the man simply stood stock still, his guns still drawn. Running away was obviously not an option. With his shoulder bleeding like it was, he was not sure how far he could get. Besides, the priest called Tres had a deadly aim.

Don't be stupid, Yuri. Just go along with the Vatican priests. They look harmless…well; the silver haired man does anyway. If push comes to shove, they'll be the ones to look bad, not you.

"Tell that priest to put his guns away and I might consider coming with you."

Abel nodded and turned to address Tres. "Put the guns away, Tres."

Whether Tres was angry or not, Yuri could not tell. The man's face stayed just as stoic as it did when he had first attacked him. Without much prodding, Tres put his guns back in their holsters.

"Please come with us. Your shoulder looks horrible..." Abel took a step towards him timidly, holding out his hands to show he had no weapons.

Yuri bit his bottom lip once again. Unless he was going to fight these men, he had no choice but to go along with them.

"I'll come with you…under one condition."

Abel continued to slowly step towards Yuri. "Yes, just name it."

"Are you AX or the Inquisitorial squad?"

Abel looked a bit taken aback but answered. "We're AX. Why are you asking?"

Yuri sighed with relief. Cardinal Caterina was said to be a wise and generous woman. If this agency was under her, he was sure he would be treated well. The Elder had told him that he would never meet anyone as understanding as the Cardinal. "No reason. All right…I'll go with you…"

Abel sighed with equal relief, and slowly smiled. "Ah, thank you. I thought we were going to have to knock you out or something---not that I wanted to mind you."

Yuri watched him nervously as he slowly came closer. Soon Abel was pulling out a white handkerchief and tightly wrapping it around his bleeding arm.

"Is that too tight?" Abel asked kindly, looking up at him with his brilliant blue eyes.

Yuri shook his head slowly. "No. Thank you, Father. I do not forgive you for my ill treatment thus far, but I suppose this is a start."

The storm outside seemed to have increased in its power. Yuri chewed on his bottom lip, not sure if that was a good or bad sign. He hoped it was the latter. He had enough drama for one day.

"Tres, please take care of the woman…" Abel said, looking at his partner.

Tres nodded. "Affirmative." Without a second glance, the strange man was gone, disappearing down the aisle.

Abel slowly looked at Yuri, a soft smile on his face. It was almost as if the man was trying to comfort him. "Do you have an umbrella?"

Yuri shook his head slowly. Was it not obvious he did not have one? He was still wet and even colder than ever now that his body temperature had gotten back under control.

"Ah…I see. Well, have no fear. We can share."

Yuri frowned and nodded slowly. The thought of being under a humans control made him sick, but there was nothing he could do. He would just have to suck up his pride and do as he was told like a good boy.

Damn Vatican.

Author note: This story will eventually turn into a shounen-ai (yes I'm putting it in bold so it's not missed). It's not flufftastic, but it's going to be here. If that bothers you, I suggest you stop reading now...not that it's going to be graphic or anything. xD