Hunter and Hunted

Sum Prequel to MB&V kurama's a young slayer being hunted by his first target. Having tasted the poison he wants more. Will he remain as a mortal or will he be tempted?

Fic 19

Rated M

PairingsKarasu/Kurama

Warnings OOC, AU, yaoi, lime, lemon, slash, sexual situations, language, blood, fet, kink, some dark themes, vampirism, biting, just the usual.

Disclaimer I don't own any characters created by Yoshiro Togashi-san and I don't own yyh.

Yo! I'm back with another story. Hope this one please the kary fans out there. Unfortunately we won't be seeing much of him until the later chapters. I just realy hope you guys like this since it was revised like TEN times.

X Chapter 1: Hunt X

Suichi rode back to his manor home, carrying in his saddle bag the spoils of his secret garden. When the mansion finally came into sight he hurried his horse into a trot heading for the stables. Once his mare had been cared for he took his saddle bag to the kitchen for Cook to approve. Cook was pleased with the goods the young redhead had brought to him and set to preparing some of it for dinner that night.

Before I continue let me layout the settings for you. The year is 1793, the country of England. Suichi's family home, Pointe de Saches was located in the small village of Winshire. The Minamino family was one of a very few families of foreign decent. Despite this the Minamino's became a well respected family over the years. Currently the family consisted of Sakobi, the father and master of the house, Michuru, the elder son, and Suichi, the younger. Michuru was a near exact replica of his father. Sakobi had a short shag o black hair that was always combed back., deep brown eyes, and dark olive skin. The biggest difference between Sakobi and Michuru is that Michuru still had a slight baby face. Now Suichi took after Sakobi's late wife, Sharlotte. He had mid back length red hair that curled into the shape of a fox's tail. His eyes were of the purest emerald and his skin was a pale creamy color too light to be called olive, but still had a tint of a tan from his time outside. His childish face was well framed by the side-locks that cascaded down his shoulders. The apples of his cheeks were tinted a slight pinkish color that made his eyes seem all the more darker. His lips were plump and full, with a natural cherry blossom color to them. They were topped with a pert button nose of a child. In all he was the epitome of beauty. And currently this beauty was headed to his father's upstairs study.

Opening the sturdy oak door to reveal his father going over papers at his maple desk, Suichi spotted a white box sitting atop the desk. Suichi announced his presence to the distracted man who looked up at his son. Sakobi smiled to his youngest and motioned him to come in. "Suichi," he began as his son took an offered seat across from him, " you know what our family is known for, yes?" Suichi looked nervous but gave a curt nod. "Then you also know that your brother is in our profession as am I. I have spoken to the council and they agree it high time that you join your family." Suichi's eyes lit up at this.

"You mean-"

"Yes. You are now finally a member of the Guild of Crimson Night. Here is your uniform, you will wear it with the pride of the Minamino clan." He spoke with a proud tone in his voice now that his youngest son was to become part of the family profession. "Suichi Minamino, you have been chosen to protect those who fall prey to those born of the night, to stand and fight the beings that were born of evil. If you accept you shall be asked to lay your life down to slay the cursed and the damned who stalk the dark. Your duty to the guild will come first and foremost ahead of all priorities. Do you accept?"

Suichi look at his father with silent appreciation at the words of initiation. It was tradition for the leader of the guild to make sure any possible recruit understood the severity of becoming a slayer and the sacrifices it would entail. Suichi came out of his reverie and looked up to his father an honored look gracing his delicate features. "Slaying the beasts of night and eternal darkness runs deep in my blood. For my father and grandfather and great grandfather and so on have been keeping mankind safe. Yes I accept the offer to join the guild of Crimson Night and I WILL make the ground run red with unholy blood of the damned." Sakobi smiled. His son was finally ready. He would prove himself on his first hunt at sundown.

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Suichi prepared that evening for his first hunt. He had been training for sixteen years for this night. He wanted to avenge his mother who had been slain and taken from him by a vampire when he was still just a child. Now he was on his way with his brother and father to slay the undead monsters. Michuru, who rode next to him, was mounted upon a beautiful black mare but Suichi had a special mount. He rode upon the back of a Japanese red elk. Many thought him to be mad when he asked for one, but he had his reasons. Unlike horses his elk could cover rough terrain that vampires could cover easily with next to no problem. Aside from that the elk was also faster than a horse and much more agile.

Suichi looked around him anxiously wanting to keep alert incase of an ambush. He didn't want his first hunt to end in failure and he was determined to live up to his father's expectations. They rode till some time after midnight when the dreary looking manor finally came into view. Sakobi gave the signal for the six hunters to dismount and gather to him. "Suichi, Michuru," he called to his two sons, " You two will search to see if there is a hidden path somewhere in the woods. If you find one you are to stand guard until one of us comes to retrieve you. If anything comes upon the path kill it. Understand?"

"Sir!" They said in unison. They remounted their animals before riding off into the night.

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The two youngest slayers rode for some time before they found the hidden pathway obscured by the thick brush and heavily wooded area. Dismounting they hid the animals out of sight so as not to give them away. They set up a post that overlooked the path and waited. Hours passed and the dark forest began to lighten with the first light of the day. But the land was not clear for a heavy fog had set in the dark wooded area. Suichi remained diligent in his watch while Michuru had taken to target practice on one of the trees with his silver senbon. Michuru glance over to his baby brother every once in a while until finally he spoke. "Ya know they probably left us here."

Suichi snapped his head back to face his brother. "Father said to stay until they sent for us and stay we'll do. Understand!" He bit out. He never could understand how his brother could be so nonchalant about the seriousness of slaying. This being Suichi's first hunt he didn't want anything to go wrong. That and he wanted to live to see tomorrow. It wasn't to common but he had seen dead slayer after a failed hunt and he didn't want to be one of them. Suddenly a noise echoed behind them. Both boys turned to face the noise but the fog was too thick. They couldn't see anything. Then Michuru took his senbon and headed in the direction of the disturbance. "Michuru!" Suichi hissed after him. Michuru just turned and smiled to him. "Don't worry I'm just gonna check it out real quick. I'll be right back." Michuru said reassuringly as he walked away. Before Suichi could say anything to stop him Michuru had gone. Instead of following him Suichi stayed at his post not wanting to be caught neglecting his father's orders. A few moments had passed and Michuru had not returned. Suichi had began to worry that something might have happened to him.

By now storm clouds had formed in the sky blocking the suns rays from the forest below. Suichi could make out the sound of distant thunder as it threatened to unleash it's soft rain upon the earth. A twig snapped and Suichi turned in hopes of seeing Michuru. However those hopes died as he was met with no one. With one last glance to his post Suichi headed off in the last known direction of his brother. As he walked he grasped the long collar of his uniform and pulled it over the bottom half of his face like a mask.

The further he followed his brother's trail the more he felt a strange chill run up his spine. Something was deathly wrong but he couldn't place what it was. Then a dull glimmer caught his attention off in the distance. The fog had cleared leaving the forest in a dark shroud from the clouds. He approached the item cautiously fearing it was a trap. When he got close enough to it though he recognized the silver dagger as one of Michiru's. He grasped the hilt of his sword after noticing the dagger was coated in blood. Fresh blood.

He desperately sought out his brother's whereabouts without calling to him, but alas no luck befell the shaken slayer. Backing away from the tree he felt a panic come over him. He couldn't sense Michuru's presence anywhere! He continued to back away until he stumbled over something and fell backwards. Turning to try and catch himself he fell face first into the heady hard earth. He was now thankful that he had pulled up his mask earlier for now it prevented him from attaining a mouthful of the damp earth. He sought out what had caused his stumble only to be met with a horrifying revelation. There at his feet laid Michuru's pale lifeless corpse. His eyes were open revealing his pale blue eyes and his collar was torn away revealing his neck. And upon his neck adorned two puncture wounds at his jugular. Suichi scrambled to his feet ignoring the rich metallic tang that filled his mouth. He spread out his senses trying to feel for the malicious presence he knew should be there. But instead he felt nothing, no aura, no malice, no presence, nothing. It was strange since the attack had to have taken place recently since the blood on the dagger was still fresh.

Suichi drew his silver encrusted sword to prepare himself for whatever possible attack might come. Closing his eyes he took a traditional Japanese stance and waited. The forest was completely silent, the wind the only sound that stirred through the leaves. Not even an animal stirred. They must have all fled sensing the danger in the area.

Now that he was in a real life situation Suichi was now thankful he had taken training for hunting so seriously. He had trained relentlessly to hone and sharpen his senses to absolute perfection. His sight and observation skills allowed him to track any trail left behind from a vampire while his hearing had increased drastically to hear a vampire's footfall even if they used haste. Now that he put all of his practice into play he was thankful that his father had driven him so hard. But right now he couldn't smell, hear, or sense anything out of the ordinary. True the scent of death clung heavily in the air but other than that there wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

Suichi only had the faint smell of fresh blood to use as a locator for the vampire and that wasn't much to go on since fresh blood was a bit harder to smell than older blood. And unfortunately the only blood he could smell was from Michuru's body. So when his physical sense failed him he turned to using one of his psychic senses. It was one of his many abilities: sensing the physical aura of others whether dead or living. It was something he had since he was a child. It took numerous years of training but he eventually learned what type of spirit he was sensing. Whether it was an animal, human, demon, vampire, spirit, ghoul, werewolf, or what have you he learned that each species has their own unique spiritual signature.

Right now he could faintly feel a vampiric presence but it was far off and not very strong. Suddenly he heard a rustle right behind him and before he could swing his sword the vampire was upon him, grasping his hand over Suichi's with crushing force. Strangely he didn't break his hand and allowed him to continue to grip his sword. The vampire hauled Suichi off his feet by the hilt of his sword and pressed him roughly against the trunk of a near by tree. Suichi looked up and immediately regretted his decision to do so. For now he stared into the face of the most handsome man he had ever seen. Long Black hair cascaded in an inky waterfall down his back and framed the thin face. Brilliant blue eyes stared into his own green ones as if trying to drown him in their depths. And pale plump lips pulled up in a smirk revealing the pearly white fangs beneath them. That look on the vampire's face mad Suichi's stomach flip and he chastised himself for it. "Dammit!! He's a vampire for God's sake! I can't fall for his charm or it's over for me!" he mentally reminded himself. Looking back up at the vampire he finally noticed his fangs had elongated meaning he was ready to attack. Suichi began to struggle once more. Driven by fear, he thrashed about as best he could, but the vampire held him far enough from his body that Suichi didn't make contact with him. He continued his futile struggle until he tired himself out.

"Well now if you're quite done then let's move on, shall we?" his voice was like honey with a slight baritone to it. This man had barely spoken and Suichi already felt weak. He knew if this vampire tried to trance him he wouldn't stand a chance. The vampire took Suichi and pressed him harder into the tree, causing the bark to cut into his hands. Suichi bowed his head until his chin touched his chest, refusing to bare his neck for this monster. "How did this happen?! How the hell was he able to gain so much ground so quickly? I was sure he was too far away to catch me. Wait! I still can't feel his presence even though He's right in front of me?! Suichi's mind raced trying to find an answer to his questions that he desperately racked his brain for. The vampire smiled at the boy after hearing his thoughts. "He has no barriers at all. He's completely open for anyone to read."

"Now then precious…" He said as he lifted Suichi's head to get another look at those entrancing eyes. He wanted to have a look at what type of face he had but the annoying mask kept him from doing so. So with swift movement he tore away the mask careful not the mar the skin beneath. When the mask was finally off he couldn't help but stare at the human he held. Luscious, blood stained, swollen lips, a small button nose, full cheeks, and a cherub face. He was beautiful. He licked across those bleeding lips before capturing them in a bruising kiss. "Suichi's eyes widened in disbelief. "This can't be happening!" he kept chanting to himself the mantra echoing in his skull. He was being orally defiled by a monster, and to make things worse this was his first kiss!!!

He struggled with renewed force trying desperately to get the vampire to release him. Only after receiving a decent sample of the human's ambrosial blood did he release the boy. Suichi gasped in deep breaths of air thanking whatever god there was for the sweet life giving force. But he had no sooner regained his breath and the vampire was upon his again. Suichi felt a sharp pain in his bottom lip as the vampire nibbled on the flesh. He could taste the rustic tang of blood as it flowed into his mouth. The vampire continued to kiss him unknown to him trying to force him to swallow the warm liquid. The vampire had mixed his own blood with the boy's as a way to bind him. Desperate for air Suichi swallowed the mixed concoction. Pleased with the turn of events the vampire rewarded him by letting him breath freely. He pulled away from the small frame and watched as the young hunter slid down the trunk of the tree.

Suichi was flushed and panting, he barely had the strength to hold onto his weapon. The hilt toppled out of his hand with a slight thud. He could hardly form coherent though as he tried to support hi weight on the trunk of the tree. Some how he managed to make his legs stop shaking long enough for him to stand. But no sooner had he gained his balance then the vampire was upon him. He fruitlessly tried to struggle but his mind could barely register what was happening let alone the severity of allowing the vampire to suckle on his neck. The most he could do was cling to the man before him for the very life of him. His senses were in such an overdrive he didn't notice the slight prick at his neck nor the tingling sensation coursing through his body. He did, however, notice that as the man sucked on his tender flesh that his strength was escaping him. His legs began to quake under his weight and he was beginning to feel a bit light headed.

No one had ever touched him like this before but he knew deep down inside he liked it and didn't want it to stop. But as much as he enjoyed it he also knew it was wrong to crave this man's touch. After all, he wasn't even human. His body was in such turmoil between pain and pleasure he could no longer distinguish which he was feeling any longer. The deep intimacy of this man's actions, the feeling of his lips upon such sensitive skin suckling like a newborn on it's mother's tit. These were the feelings he never wanted to stop. He wanted to stay there clinging to the man who held him captive, never wanting his senses to return.

But fate plays a cruel game. For he had been bitten by the vampire and the vampire had no intentions of killing such a specimen of flawless, mortal beauty. To think the once great and noble Karasu Yue had become so taken in by the mere taste of this child's blood. The children of his coven would be rolling in their coffins if they could see how far he had fallen in a single night. But he just couldn't help himself! The child's blood was the most ambrosial he had ever tasted. It was almost too much to contain his inner demon. He struggled with himself not to bleed the boy dry, not wanting him to die just yet. Unfortunately his time with this frail beauty would have to come to a swift end for the other hunters were gaining ground. And fast. He gave one final suck, causing the boy to moan, before he was finally forced to release him as the sound of horses drew near. Suichi found himself weak from the blood loss and the pleasure that still coursed through him, and collapsed to the cold could hear the vampire as he retreated to the shelter of the woods and thought he could faintly hear someone calling him. Too tired to respond or even to think on it any more he closed his eyes. The last thing he remembered was seeing is father running up to him.

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Wow this turned out a lot better than the other revisions of this story

As always reivew. =^^=