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{First Encounter}
He felt it the moment he locked dark blue eyes on bright silver ones. A confirmed feeling of tied-ness. Almost resigned. He knew, from the first moment, his life now included not only himself but also that person. A feeling of eternal peace. And then the fire started within him.
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He knew, the moment he was sucked into the dark-eyed glare of the one in front of him, there was no backing out. No negotiations, no plan Bs. There was life and there was them. The end. A fluttery feeling made itself known in his chest.
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Yuu Kanda felt it in his throat first. That unquenchable fire. Which made sense. He was, after all, a (blood-thirsty)vampyre. A three-hundred year old one at that. But why, in all his damned life, had he NEVER felt ANYTHING like that before? This-this BOND with a human. A HUMAN of all supernatural creatures. At least it wasn't a fenrir, thank goddess, but still. Kanda cursed as the fire made itself known in his chest. It concentrated over the lotus mark on his chest. Where his heart was. It felt almost as if it had started beating again. Except it hadn't. And yet, this thirst, this burning-passion raced through his body, stroaking every nerve, coursing through every empty vein.
It travelled down his body and he suspressed the urge to groan and slam his face into the desk. He was Yuu Kanda-he just. Simply. Didn't. The aroused vampyre settled for glaring in the opposite direction of the subject of his thoughts. It was terribly immature and weak but Kanda did try his best to ignore that particular human. Note the try. But it was difficult, considering he could very well SMELL his sweet and tantalising scent from across the room. Much less hear the thrum of blood pumping through his veins. It overpowered the noise of every single movement he made. Well great. Since when did he start looking at others' asses, male or female? He thought he'd just established two hundred or so years ago the welcoming fact that he was asexual. Now he was, in a few seconds case, potentially gay. Kanda threw a glance at the wall clock. Make that exactly 48 seconds. He successfully suspressed another exasperated groan and settled for glaring at the white-board with enough force to melt a hole in it. Which was what he nearly did. The teacher's rather alarmed look at a suddenly smoking board reminded Kanda to blink.
Oh bloody goddess, he was hungry. And all too aware of the blood flowing quick and rich through a certain human's veins.
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Allen Walker, very much human and very much a straight male teen one at that, was now questioning his sexual orientation and sanity.
The former being the cause of his obsessive staring at a tall, thin and artistically muscled Japanese teen. Who was very attractive. And rich(considering his clothes). And had amazing hair. And was fully occupying his stunned and confused mind.
The latter being the cause of the feeling of-of comrade-no kinship- no. It went way deeper, far stronger than that.
Allen's heart fluttered. This only happened in the shounen-ai and romance manga or novels his everything but blood sister, Lenalee, read.
If the first few minutes of the first year of high school was like this, Allen had no idea how to live through the rest of it.
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Twilight...
Yuu Kanda lifted his gaze from the blade he was polishing to the darkening sky. He stalked silently to the window, clipping the katana to his waist.
There was a sudden breeze that lifted the curtains. When the billowing folds of the heavy black curtains settled, the window was open and Yuu Kanda was gone.
The three thousand year-old vampyre ran, in the darkest shadows always, letting his choice scent of blood pull him along. Taking a chance, he leapt onto the roof of a two-storey terrace house.
There. His eyes zoomed in on a tiny brunette and he smirked, lips pulling back to reveal gleaming sharp teeth. There was another sharp gust of wind and a blur of black and dark blue and the fourteen year-old female disappeared off the sidewalk. The disorientated and terrified girl had barely opened her mouth to scream before Kanda parted pale lips again, this time sporting fangs, and sank them into the girl's throat, opening a vein. He hissed in satisfaction as the warm liquid filled his mouth, together with the life essence it carried. When the limp body was drained, it shattered in his arms like porcelain. Kanda growled hungrily but stopped to clear up traces of his being there. He had neither time nor patience or interest to kill off Hunters.
Then he was off again.
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Overhead, the stars shone down on the earth from the dark velvet sky.