Blood Bank

Taniyama Mai finds the new professor very suspicious. He looked the same age as everyone else in her class, the only difference was that he was right in front of them and standing while she sat at the back, day dreaming and wishing the lecture would be over.

Professor Shibuya continued speaking fluently that almost no one could notice the small foreign accent that slip up when he said long words. It was rare, but Mai heard it nice and clear.

It may be because her class were mostly made up of girls who stared at the handsome professor that they didn't notice, but she expected more from Yasuhara who sat next to her.

"There! He did it again?" Mai said once again on their third lecture with the young professor. "I can't believe you don't hear it!"

"Well, it may be because you like him too much that you notice all the little things," Yasuhara grinned as he eagerly waited for his name to be called out.

"Mai," Professor Shibuya said and everyone in the class fell silent. "Mai," He repeated and his purple eyes met with hers.

"He's calling you, Taniyama-san." Yasuhara nudged her with a creepy grin and a handful of exaggerated eyebrow gestures. Mai scowled at him and stood up, approaching him and taking her paper from his outstretched arm.

"It's Taniyama, Professor." She said in a low voice, so no one would hear and he raised a brow at her. "My last name is Taniyama, not Mai. I don't know about your country but calling someone by their first name at Japan is pretty intimate and for those who are close."

"Of course," He said and Mai nodded, "Mai."

She almost tripped and she spun to face him only to find that he had turned away and called the next student, who purposely bumped into her shoulder.

"That was rude!" Mai fumed as she set her tray down the table. Yasuhara jumped up in surprise, barely managing to save his bowl of udon. "I told him my last name was Taniyama and he still called me Mai."

"You can't blame him. You were the one who wrote your first name first before your surname."

"But it was obviously because the pen had messed up while I wrote my surname!" Mai said. "I corrected him already, you know. Plus, he probably has a class list."

"He's probably thinking you're like the rest of the girls in class who wants him to call them by their first name."

"Well, I don't! I'm helping him already!"

She finished her meal and joined Yasuhara at the library, who later said good-bye to her when his girlfriend texted him. Mai hummed in jealousy at the girlfriend of her best friend and then pouted when she felt like she was getting left behind.

She flipped the pages of the book thoughtlessly until she heard a sound that made her blush. She sat up, tried to brush it off until she heard it again. Mai was sure she had turned a bright shade already when she heard it much louder. She groaned before closing her book and proceeded to head towards the counter when she spotted a mop of black hair.

She stepped back a few paces and her eyes widened in horror at the scene before her. Mai zoned out, trying to tell herself she was seeing things until the man lifted his head up the exposed neck and wiped the extra blood on his lips and her neck with a napkin.

He stared at her and then smirked. Mai bowed to him respectfully and then rushed towards the exit, completely ignoring the fact that she had dropped the book right by the aisle she saw the creature was at.

Mai stopped running when she reached the ice cream shop around the corner, as it was also in front of a church. Call her crazy, but it what she thinks it was, then she would be safer there if the time arises. She caught her breath before stopping by the mart and then going back to her apartment.

The following week, Mai brushed off whatever it was she saw as a figment of her imagination that was most likely due to the moans she heard at the library. "Honestly," she shook her head as she stepped into the bus.

The few of the students who managed to get into the top 5 (highest) during the exam, per class, was invited into a short trip towards a newly opened museum of the friend of their University's president. Yasuhara fell asleep the moment his head fell on Mai's shoulder and it was the same for her.

When they arrived the venue, all the students opened their mouth in awe at the spectacular building before them.

"Look at who the devil invited," Yasuhara grinned and Mai turned her attention away from the tall arch to the Professor who was wearing what Mai thinks is the most casual he could do; a black turtle neck, a coat and a pair of black jeans.

Mai rolled her eyes at her best friend's antics and they were pushed inside the building where a priest brought out a golden cross and sprinkled holy water along the hallway and the corners of the new museum.

She excitedly followed the rest until she noticed someone was lagging behind them, Mai slowed her pace down. "Are you okay, Professor?"

"Yes," he said while keeping his eyes closed and massaging the bridge of his nose. But Mai wouldn't hear of it, she frowned and dragged him towards the nearest place they could sit on which was oddly by the restroom. She pulled out her phone and texted Yasuhara that she would fall behind for a while.

"Would you like some water?" She asked, and he nodded. Mai offered him her bottled water, "I drank from it already, but you could always wipe it."

He ignored her and drank straight from the bottle, Mai refused to blush and cleared her throat while looking at everywhere else but him. When he started coughing, Mai turned to him in alarm and then kneeled in front of him, "Professor—"

Her eyes went wide, so she wasn't seeing things after all. Professor Kazuya Shibuya normally had a pair of curious purple eyes but what stared at her were blood red orbs.

"I need you to call Lin," he said as he gasped for air. Mai nodded and searched his pockets for his phone, she found it on the back of his pants. There were only three numbers on her phone, all in English, and only one had a Japanese ring to it.

She pressed to call for Lin Koujo and the person picked up on the second ring. "What's wrong, Noll?"

"I— Uhm," Mai panicked, "I don't speak English!"

"Who is this?"

"I'm a student of Kazuya Shibuya, he's attending some kind of opening ceremony and they brought out holy water and a cross, so I think he needs—"

"Turn on the GPS in that phone and keep him away from the holy water, he will jump on just about anyone if he gets any exposed to those items."

"But—!" Mai said as the line was cut off, "But there's no place left unblessed!" Her eyes met with the lady's comfort room and she pulled the professor inside, locking the door behind them. "How are you feeling?"

"How do you think I'm feeling?" He asked her, breathing heavily.

Mai bit her lips, "Well. If you can manage a response like that, better?"

He didn't reply and instead leaned on the wall for support, Mai could practically see him getting weaker and weaker. "Blood!" She blurted out and instantly the young professor watched her with predatory eyes. "If it's blood you need then…"

"Don't be stupid, Mai."

"It's Taniyama to you," She corrected. "Come on. This is the only time you'll ever taste my blood, a one-time offer."

"I'm beyond my control right now," he said. "You won't be strong enough to push me away if I drink too much."

"Trust me, I can." Mai said, "Just… just hurry up, okay?"

Mai was expecting more of a resistance from him, so she was surprised when he lifted her to sit on the sink and tipped her head to the side gently. He licked his lips, "Push me away when you start feeling pain."

Before she could nod, his teeth sank into her neck and she grabbed his shoulders tightly. Mai quickly understood the reason behind the moans she had heard back at the library because she was feeling pleasure along every part of her body.

Mai didn't know how long he drank but when the pleasure subsided, her body felt like it was being pricked by a thousand needles. She opened her eyes instantly and tried to push him away, he growled and Mai gently pressed a pressure behind his neck.

"That's what I thought," Mai said, panting as heavy as he was. Her eyes widened in fear once again as his eyes returned to her neck, she slapped her hand over the bloodied part. He took her hand into his with ease before leaning over once again.

"NAPKIN!" Mai exclaimed as he ran his tongue on her neck, catching every bit of blood that escaped the small punctures. Mai tried pushing his head away but he was stubborn.

He ignored her as he did the same to the blood that was on her hand, Mai squeaked in embarrassment and buried her face in her free hand. She calmed erratic heart before meeting the purple eyes of her professor. "You— You could have just used a napkin!"

"I don't have any with me," he said. Mai had to hand it over to him, there wasn't a speck of blood anywhere, not even on his lips. "Neither do you."

"Tissue, then!" Mai pointed at the roll hanging on the wall. "Whatever," Mai said, stepping down the sink and closing her eyes to brush of the anemic state she was feeling. There was a knock on the door and several lines of English, "That must be Lin-san."

"You're going to feel anemic in a while," he said and she nodded as he left her without any further comment. Mai washed her neck and hand before she sat outside the comfort room and texted Yasuhara to come pick her up, he came running and fired several questions. All of which she didn't have in her to reply to.

Yasuhara lifted her and took her to the bus, explaining to the teacher what happened. Her eyes met with Professor Shibuya and she avoided him right away.

That was definitely the last time she would let him drink her blood.

. . .

The next time she saw Professor Shibuya was six days after the incident as that was during a Saturday and his lectures were only during the Friday's. She did her best to pretend nothing happened and it was going well until he approached her desk by the end of the lecture.

He placed a paper cup on her desk and she looked at it questioningly.

"Tomato juice," he said.

Mai blinked before taking it and nodding, "Thank you."

She was aware that he was following her but ignored him until she bumped into a taller man. Although most men did tower over her figure. "Oh, the assistant, Lin-san, right?"

He nodded and then Mai continued her quest to reach the next room for the lecture. She had finished her tomato juice and disposed it properly before turning to face the two men, "Okay. What is it you need from me? Can I also just say that you look less handsome as compared to last week?"

"So you do admit you find me handsome," Professor Shibuya smirked.

Mai crossed her arms, "I don't think you followed me around to fish for compliments, Naru."

"Naru?"

"Nor did you follow me around to ask what that means."

"Get this over with, Kazuya." Lin said, sighing. "Because she is right and you need to tell her."

"I need your blood." He said and Mai stared at him. "Mai?"

"No." She firmly replied, "I told you that was going to be the first and the last time you drink my blood. The chances of me saying 'okay' would have been higher if you used a tissue rather than running your… your… you know, all over my neck!"

"Running your what?" Lin asked the quiet man.

"I've been rejecting blood." Naru said.

"Well, aren't you picky?"

Ignoring everything else, he continued speaking "Although I normally accept any type of blood, recently all of them tastes like dust to me. It doesn't affect me but I can't stand drinking tasteless blood."

Mai scoffed and looked at the taller man, "Can you believe him?"

"Will you give him a drop?" Lin said and Mai looked at him in disbelief, "He just fed but I know how it feels to have an aftertaste of dust in my mouth."

"This is ridiculous," Mai sighed. She placed her books on the bench and opened her bag to search for a glossy paper which she used to cut the tip of her index finger. She hissed in pain as she cut it much deeper than expected and as blood started to gather.

Instinct made her want to bring her injured finger to her own mouth but Naru had beat her to it and sucked on the injury. She counted to three before reaching her limit.

Mai rolled her eyes as she took her handkerchief from her bag when he caught her hand again and licked the tip of her finger. Mai swiftly brought her head up to meet him. "You have got to stop doing that!" Mai exclaimed, her voice turning higher. He raised an eyebrow at her and she took her hand back, no sign of pink nor red.

"I don't like wasting blood," he said.

"I don't believe you," Mai replied, thinking of the time he used a cloth to wipe all the excess he hadn't drank back then at the library. "The next time you do that, I won't let you have any."

. . .

The following Friday, Mai was once again called out by Naru.

"Oh, lover boy is calling," Yasuhara sang and Mai stomped on his foot. He laughed, blowing her a kiss before leaving comically.

Mai stood in front of him and wordlessly brought out a paper once again until he stopped her, "You don't have to do that. It will take longer to heal."

And he was right because the following day after Naru drank from her at the museum, there wasn't any sign of the punctures.

"There isn't a lot of place you can drink from if you use your teeth you know," Mai said and he caught him staring at her neck. "Anywhere that is covered by clothing is forbidden."

He frowned before opening his palm to her. She looked at it and then placed a hand atop it. He flipped it over so her palm was open too and then pointed at her wrist, Mai shrugged and took out a tissue, handing it over to him. If he saw it, he pretended he didn't because when he pulled back again, there wasn't a speck of blood.

"This is practically harassment," Mai fumed. "And don't you dare lie to me, I saw you last Wednesday and you used a napkin to wipe what was left of the blood you didn't drink from the pretty lady."

"I don't like wasting your blood." He said, gathering his laptop and file before stepping out of the room. Mai blushed, taking her bag and pretending he didn't single her out among the other women he fed from.

She won't allow herself to jump into such close-to-impossible conclusions.

. . .

She said that but Mai was pleasantly surprised to see Naru stood outside her apartment during golden week. Mai yawned as the moon was still high up, leaning on the doorway with her eyes half-open, "Who is it?"

"I hope you're not an idiot enough to make it a habit to ask that right after you unlock your door." A calm voice said and Mai blinked tiredly, "Can I come in?"

"Huh?" She said, rubbing her eyes. "Sure. Would you like some tea?"

"I'll take whatever you have," he said and Mai nodded absently, taking out the pitcher of oolong from the fridge and pouring some on a random glass. She returned to the living room and sat on the couch, placing the glass in the table.

She was half-aware of her surroundings and nodded to everything. She felt a pair of cold hands brush the skin under her ear and hummed to appreciate the kind gesture. Mai was so close to falling asleep when she felt a feathered kiss followed by an immense sensation of pleasure, and then all her sleepiness flew out the window.

"Naru?!" She exclaimed, reality had made her instantly aware that she was straddling on his lap and that one of his hand was locked firm on her waist while the other was wrapped around her back to support her, both of which was inside her shirt. Mai shivered at the cold night air and panicked when Naru licked her neck more than what was normal.

"Shibuya!"

He made no move to stop as he sucked on her neck once again. She was aware that no more of her blood was already coming out, he had already stopped the flow from his repeated licks. "What are you— You're going to leave a mark!"

Mai squirmed but his grip on her waist progressed into him pushing her flush to his chest. Mai grabbed a fistful of his hair and tried to pull his head back but she was already anemic from the blood she lost to him.

She then reasoned with herself that if it was a dream, she might as well let him do it. Mai found nothing wrong with dreaming of a man you have feelings for.

When he had finally pulled away from her, she weakly met his pair of red eyes. "Naru, why are your eyes still red?" She asked. She heard no reply as she fell limp in his arms.

. . .

When Mai woke up the next morning, she was more than prepared to brush off what happened last night as a dangerous dream that made her aware of her feelings. It was the fourth day golden week and there was no way the young professor could have found out where she lived.

Besides, she was sure Naru could make do without her blood for more than a week. She came down with a fever the last Friday so she was absent from the lecture.

She stretched in her bed and sat up, rubbing her eyes before yawning. She stood up and almost tripped when her foot caught into something. Mai looked down and saw the rest of her laundry on the floor. She laughed at the mess before taking the first shirt she could to replace her sleeping shirt.

She prepared tea and then sat on the couch. Mai frowned when she noticed a wine glass on her coffee table, she picked it up and looked inside all the while wondering how it got there.

"You're wearing my shirt."

Mai screamed and dropped the glass she was holding. She turned to face Naru who was wearing a black turtleneck. Mai placed a hand over her heart before turning to the shards of glass on the floor. "How did you get here?"

"Don't pick those up," He said. "You can't lose any more blood than you did last night."

Mai watched him as he returned with a dustpan and a broom, "Last… night?"

Their eyes met before he turned away to the kitchen. Mai frowned standing up and walking towards the bathroom, she picked up her toothbrush and yelped at her reflection. She raised up the shirt she was wearing and then ran towards the young professor who was helping himself with her tea.

"You- You pervert!" Mai said, pointing at her neck. "How many, just how many of these did you give me?! Nothing happened last night, right?"

"There's one more on your back," Naru replied and then raised an eyebrow at her, "Do you think I'd really take an unconscious woman to bed?"

"You say that but I have three of these on my stomach!" Mai groaned, "And what's up with this one? How do you expect me to wear shirts now?" The pointed look he gave her was enough to answer her question.

He tugged on her hand and Mai noticed there was yet another on her wrist, so far she had counted seven. Was it normal for a guy to give so much hickey's in one night? "I like seeing my works, so you can walk around shirtless."

Mai blushed, "Shut up."

A/N: Okay, so this is basically all over the place. And very cliché. But anyway, have more of my will-possibly-be-a-two-shot-in-the-future, one shot!