Love Hina - Tears of Blood
Tears of Blood[PG-13]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: Inspired by Blood Hina on fanfiction.net and offended that the otherwise brilliant Teriyaki Chicken used Kuei-jin instead of Kindred, here's my version of how Keitarou is turned into a vampire...
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou, Vampire - The Masquerade and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story are mine though, all mine. This series deals with unpleasant things, such as death, undeath and whatnot. If this disturbs you, don't read.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at http://hawksgalaxy.com or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
Chapter One:
"Keitarou!" the howl rewerbed through the halls, rooms and corridors of Hinata Sou, the occupants bracing themselves and preparing to hit the floor should an SFO ( Screaming Flying Object ) suddenly come hurling in their direction.
+CRASH+
Motoko was the one who got the dubious honor of having to move to avoid getting hit as the blurred form of Urashima Keitarou came flying through the wall of her room. She gracefully leaned aside to dodge him, without opening her eyes or uncoiling from the Lotus position she was currently seated in.
+CRASH+
Motoko opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder, glaring at the hole in the wall through which Keitarou had exited and then forward, looking at the hole through which he had entered. Judging from the angle he'd been heading, she assumed that he had originated from the bath. The screamed 'Keitarou' had been hollered by Naru. Now that she knew where he'd come from and who was responsible, she decided to ignore the event and resume her meditation. She would no doubt find out at dinner what he'd done to get Naru-punched out of the building.
"Ara? Ara ara?" Mutsumi inquired with a groan as she pushed herself up on her knees, then staggered to her feet. She blinked owlishly several times to focus her gaze, then looked around herself and found what had knocked her off her feet. "Kei-kun?" she murmured and wobbled across the room, pushing splintered wood out of her path with her feet as she headed for the groaning form in the corner of her room. She reached the corner and slumped onto her knees, turning Keitarou over and blanching slightly at the sight which greeted her. "Ara ara ara ara ara!" she exclaimed as she looked over the almost unrecognizable features of Urashima Keitarou.
Only the left half of his glasses were still there, the other half was missing. He was covered with bruises, bumps, cuts, dust, blood and wooden splinters. His left arm was bent at an unnatural angle and his ribs were revealed to the naked eye since the skin and flesh that used to cover them had been torn away along with his clothes.
"Kei-kun!" she screamed, his features were completely unrecognizable, but she just *knew* that it was him. Fear had stripped away the confused daze at which she otherwise found herself, panic torn away hesitation and determination focused her mind. "Haruka-san!" she howled, then pushed herself onto her feet and took off at a run. In the sudden clarity of mind which she was currently experiencing, she recalled an odd customer at Haruka's tea shop which she'd seen Haruka talking with a few weeks earlier.
She knew hopeless when she saw it, Keitarou was far beyond conventional medicine. As her feet took her at great speed closer to her target, she knew that Keitarou was taking his last breath back at her appartment. The only chance he now had of ever being able to get back to some semblance of 'life', was that odd customer.
"All right, all right, all right." the vampire stated nervously as he was pushed into the room by a hysterical Mutsumi and a, for once visibly distraught, Haruka. The older woman had tears flowing down her cheeks, but still held a pistol in her right hand which was unwaveringly directed at the back of the vampires head. "I said I'd do it, didn't I? Geesh!"
"Kei-kun!" Mutsumi sobbed as she saw him. She had known that he would be dead when she returned, but it was one thing to know it and quite another to see it with her own two eyes.
"Do it." Haruka ordered, choking back the sobs which threatened to emerge at any second. "You owe me and you know it. Do it." she snarled and pointed at Keitarou.
"You are sure? He'll be back in a sense, but he won't be alive. There will be..."
+cli-click+
"You are sure, okay, fine. I'll just get on with it then, shall I?" the vampire babbled and hurriedly moved over to kneel over Keitarou, then bent down over him and sealed his lips to Keitarous neck. Both women turned away with revulsion as the vampire started suckling at Keitarou's throat, emptying his body of what little blood that remained.
As the horrible schlurping sucking noices stopped, they turned back in time to flinch as the vampire used his own fangs to slit his left wrist, then put the bleeding wound against Keitarou's pale lips. For a few moments, nothing happened and the two humans began to worry. Then Keitarou's eyes opened, a feral glimmer in them and they both took a step back from the horrible sight. Those eyes weren't looking at an aunt and friend, those eyes were looking at two possible sources of food.
Keitarou brought his hands up to grasp the arm of the vampire, then he started to suckle greedily at the wrist at his mouth. As he did so, the vampire closed his eyes with an expression of extreme pleasure on his face. It was more then obvious that it was a highly enjoyable experience. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and yanked the wrist away from Keitarou, slapping him away as he attempted to sink his fangs into the other vampire.
"Down boy, down." he snapped and licked at his wrist, closing the horrible wound which had been there a few moments ago. "Welcome to the night, my Childe." he added and backed away from Keitarou. "Now listen up, this is important and we haven't got much time. You are badly injured and if we do not correct this within the next few minutes, your injuries will remain for the rest of your miserable existance and you will have to spend a great deal of time hunting down prey every night to enable you to heal your injuries as you rise each night." the vampire instructed and held out his arms to block the way for Mutsumi and Haruka who had started forward, intending to reach out to the distraught youth.
The vampire proceeded to explain how blood flowed through his body now, how it burned in his veins and how he could use that blood, use that burn to acomplish mighty feats. He spoke of healing, of strengthening and of endurance. Keitarou appeared to listen and suddenly convulsed, moaning in pain as his ribs creaked back, flesh flowed over them and skin appeared from out of nowhere to replace what had been lost. His bruises faded away, the bumps sank back into his body, the cuts closed and the splinters popped out of his body.
"Oh my god." he panted, looking down upon himself. "What happened to me?! What am I?!" he exclaimed, feeling around his fangs with his toungue, his eyes as large as saucers.
"You died and you're now a vampire, a creature of the night. You have to feed on blood, or you'll die again. You have to stay out of sunlight, or you'll die again. You have to avoid getting decapitated, or you'll die again. Other then that, you're now immortal. Unless your 'life' is prematurely ended, you'll live forever. Congratulations." the vampire dryly explained and got a smack in the back of his head from Haruka for his efforts. "Ow..." he groused and rubbed the back of his head.
"Your services are no longer required and I consider you debt paid in full. Now go." Haruka stated neutrally, her face once again an expressionless mask which betrayed nothing of what she was really thinking. She'd already managed to dig out a cigarette and lit it up, puffing absently on the cancerstick as he regarded her undead nephew.
"But I need to explain..." the vampire began.
+cli-click+
"All right then, ooookay, good luck." he muttered and backed out of the room, Haruka's pistol unwaveringly directed at his face until the door closed in front of him.
"How are you feeling, Keitarou?" she inquired. "Can you stand?"
"I'm... It feels a little odd." he eventually decided and slowly stood up, blinking in confusion as he removed what remained of his glasses and looked around himself. "I... It's... I can see without these now, I feel... I'm... It's like I'm thirsty, but not quite... I feel... I need..." he stuttered and blinked several times as he regarded the two women in front of him.
"Ara?" Mutsumi exclaimed as he advanced towards her, only to stop mid-stride as a pistol was suddenly held against the bridge of his nose.
"No, Keitarou." Haruka stated flatly. "You may not feed upon her and don't even think of trying it on me."
"I wasn't..." he began to protest, then got a horrified look on his face. "Oh shit, I was, wasn't I? I was going to..." he said with a strained voice, then spun around and took several steps away from them, slamming his forehead against the wall. "Bloody hell!"
"Not quite." Haruka responded and moved the cigarette from one corner of her mouth to the other, without touching it with her hands. "You died and escaped hell, you're back here with us and now you have a decision to make."
"What decision is that, old wo-..." he began to inquire, but was cut off.
+slap+
"What decision is that, Haruka-san?" he inquired and rubbed the back of his head were Haruka had slapped him as well as his forehead, which had unexpectedly banged against the wall again from the force of her blow.
"If you're going to run away and start a new life, or if you're going to attempt and reclaim your old one. And if it's the latter, how much you're going to tell the others." she replied, an omnious note in her voice as she waited for his reply.
The End! ( For now... )
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: Inspired by Blood Hina on fanfiction.net and offended that the otherwise brilliant Teriyaki Chicken used Kuei-jin instead of Kindred, here's my version of how Keitarou is turned into a vampire...
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou, Vampire - The Masquerade and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story are mine though, all mine. This series deals with unpleasant things, such as death, undeath and whatnot. If this disturbs you, don't read.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at http://hawksgalaxy.com or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
"Keitarou!" the howl rewerbed through the halls, rooms and corridors of Hinata Sou, the occupants bracing themselves and preparing to hit the floor should an SFO ( Screaming Flying Object ) suddenly come hurling in their direction.
+CRASH+
Motoko was the one who got the dubious honor of having to move to avoid getting hit as the blurred form of Urashima Keitarou came flying through the wall of her room. She gracefully leaned aside to dodge him, without opening her eyes or uncoiling from the Lotus position she was currently seated in.
+CRASH+
Motoko opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder, glaring at the hole in the wall through which Keitarou had exited and then forward, looking at the hole through which he had entered. Judging from the angle he'd been heading, she assumed that he had originated from the bath. The screamed 'Keitarou' had been hollered by Naru. Now that she knew where he'd come from and who was responsible, she decided to ignore the event and resume her meditation. She would no doubt find out at dinner what he'd done to get Naru-punched out of the building.
"Ara? Ara ara?" Mutsumi inquired with a groan as she pushed herself up on her knees, then staggered to her feet. She blinked owlishly several times to focus her gaze, then looked around herself and found what had knocked her off her feet. "Kei-kun?" she murmured and wobbled across the room, pushing splintered wood out of her path with her feet as she headed for the groaning form in the corner of her room. She reached the corner and slumped onto her knees, turning Keitarou over and blanching slightly at the sight which greeted her. "Ara ara ara ara ara!" she exclaimed as she looked over the almost unrecognizable features of Urashima Keitarou.
Only the left half of his glasses were still there, the other half was missing. He was covered with bruises, bumps, cuts, dust, blood and wooden splinters. His left arm was bent at an unnatural angle and his ribs were revealed to the naked eye since the skin and flesh that used to cover them had been torn away along with his clothes.
"Kei-kun!" she screamed, his features were completely unrecognizable, but she just *knew* that it was him. Fear had stripped away the confused daze at which she otherwise found herself, panic torn away hesitation and determination focused her mind. "Haruka-san!" she howled, then pushed herself onto her feet and took off at a run. In the sudden clarity of mind which she was currently experiencing, she recalled an odd customer at Haruka's tea shop which she'd seen Haruka talking with a few weeks earlier.
She knew hopeless when she saw it, Keitarou was far beyond conventional medicine. As her feet took her at great speed closer to her target, she knew that Keitarou was taking his last breath back at her appartment. The only chance he now had of ever being able to get back to some semblance of 'life', was that odd customer.
"All right, all right, all right." the vampire stated nervously as he was pushed into the room by a hysterical Mutsumi and a, for once visibly distraught, Haruka. The older woman had tears flowing down her cheeks, but still held a pistol in her right hand which was unwaveringly directed at the back of the vampires head. "I said I'd do it, didn't I? Geesh!"
"Kei-kun!" Mutsumi sobbed as she saw him. She had known that he would be dead when she returned, but it was one thing to know it and quite another to see it with her own two eyes.
"Do it." Haruka ordered, choking back the sobs which threatened to emerge at any second. "You owe me and you know it. Do it." she snarled and pointed at Keitarou.
"You are sure? He'll be back in a sense, but he won't be alive. There will be..."
+cli-click+
"You are sure, okay, fine. I'll just get on with it then, shall I?" the vampire babbled and hurriedly moved over to kneel over Keitarou, then bent down over him and sealed his lips to Keitarous neck. Both women turned away with revulsion as the vampire started suckling at Keitarou's throat, emptying his body of what little blood that remained.
As the horrible schlurping sucking noices stopped, they turned back in time to flinch as the vampire used his own fangs to slit his left wrist, then put the bleeding wound against Keitarou's pale lips. For a few moments, nothing happened and the two humans began to worry. Then Keitarou's eyes opened, a feral glimmer in them and they both took a step back from the horrible sight. Those eyes weren't looking at an aunt and friend, those eyes were looking at two possible sources of food.
Keitarou brought his hands up to grasp the arm of the vampire, then he started to suckle greedily at the wrist at his mouth. As he did so, the vampire closed his eyes with an expression of extreme pleasure on his face. It was more then obvious that it was a highly enjoyable experience. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and yanked the wrist away from Keitarou, slapping him away as he attempted to sink his fangs into the other vampire.
"Down boy, down." he snapped and licked at his wrist, closing the horrible wound which had been there a few moments ago. "Welcome to the night, my Childe." he added and backed away from Keitarou. "Now listen up, this is important and we haven't got much time. You are badly injured and if we do not correct this within the next few minutes, your injuries will remain for the rest of your miserable existance and you will have to spend a great deal of time hunting down prey every night to enable you to heal your injuries as you rise each night." the vampire instructed and held out his arms to block the way for Mutsumi and Haruka who had started forward, intending to reach out to the distraught youth.
The vampire proceeded to explain how blood flowed through his body now, how it burned in his veins and how he could use that blood, use that burn to acomplish mighty feats. He spoke of healing, of strengthening and of endurance. Keitarou appeared to listen and suddenly convulsed, moaning in pain as his ribs creaked back, flesh flowed over them and skin appeared from out of nowhere to replace what had been lost. His bruises faded away, the bumps sank back into his body, the cuts closed and the splinters popped out of his body.
"Oh my god." he panted, looking down upon himself. "What happened to me?! What am I?!" he exclaimed, feeling around his fangs with his toungue, his eyes as large as saucers.
"You died and you're now a vampire, a creature of the night. You have to feed on blood, or you'll die again. You have to stay out of sunlight, or you'll die again. You have to avoid getting decapitated, or you'll die again. Other then that, you're now immortal. Unless your 'life' is prematurely ended, you'll live forever. Congratulations." the vampire dryly explained and got a smack in the back of his head from Haruka for his efforts. "Ow..." he groused and rubbed the back of his head.
"Your services are no longer required and I consider you debt paid in full. Now go." Haruka stated neutrally, her face once again an expressionless mask which betrayed nothing of what she was really thinking. She'd already managed to dig out a cigarette and lit it up, puffing absently on the cancerstick as he regarded her undead nephew.
"But I need to explain..." the vampire began.
+cli-click+
"All right then, ooookay, good luck." he muttered and backed out of the room, Haruka's pistol unwaveringly directed at his face until the door closed in front of him.
"How are you feeling, Keitarou?" she inquired. "Can you stand?"
"I'm... It feels a little odd." he eventually decided and slowly stood up, blinking in confusion as he removed what remained of his glasses and looked around himself. "I... It's... I can see without these now, I feel... I'm... It's like I'm thirsty, but not quite... I feel... I need..." he stuttered and blinked several times as he regarded the two women in front of him.
"Ara?" Mutsumi exclaimed as he advanced towards her, only to stop mid-stride as a pistol was suddenly held against the bridge of his nose.
"No, Keitarou." Haruka stated flatly. "You may not feed upon her and don't even think of trying it on me."
"I wasn't..." he began to protest, then got a horrified look on his face. "Oh shit, I was, wasn't I? I was going to..." he said with a strained voice, then spun around and took several steps away from them, slamming his forehead against the wall. "Bloody hell!"
"Not quite." Haruka responded and moved the cigarette from one corner of her mouth to the other, without touching it with her hands. "You died and escaped hell, you're back here with us and now you have a decision to make."
"What decision is that, old wo-..." he began to inquire, but was cut off.
+slap+
"What decision is that, Haruka-san?" he inquired and rubbed the back of his head were Haruka had slapped him as well as his forehead, which had unexpectedly banged against the wall again from the force of her blow.
"If you're going to run away and start a new life, or if you're going to attempt and reclaim your old one. And if it's the latter, how much you're going to tell the others." she replied, an omnious note in her voice as she waited for his reply.
The End! ( For now... )