Another story! Whoot. Okay so if you are not familiar with me, then I will say this point blank: I'm horrible when it comes to updating quickly. I hope to someday finish a story, but that proves to be kinda difficult….For me, that is.
But I hope you will come to enjoy the story despite this. Please tell me if you'd like to see anything added or something wasn't quite to your liking. I might try to incooperate it in future chapters.
Warning! This is intended to be a shounen-ai fanfic. Boys liking boys! Oh, and some mild, mild incest. If either one bothers you please, read at your own discretion.
Also, some mentions of violence. I'm not skilled at writing gore, so there's not much to worry about. However if just the mention of blood gets you queasy...you might not like this story about vampires. xD
So with that; I hope you enjoy!
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"Are you sure Zero will be okay?" Kanna asked anxiously. The mid-twenty year old woman stood at attention on the porch of the house. It was obvious that the lady had been through some kind of conditioning or training in order to gain such a refined posture. However, her one flaw in her seemingly cool facade was the discreet twisting of hands upon the lilac apron she wore around her waist.
A dark-haired man off the foot of the porch took out the cigarette in his mouth and paused to speak.
"The kid will be fine. I've trained him for years now and taught him almost everything I know. Believe me, most hunters don't need to know half the things I do." The man spoke confidently but was not in the least arrogant. It was plain that he was simply pointing out facts.
Another man with silver hair spoke up. "I think Yagari's right, Kanna. I've seen how well Zero's been doing on one of their training sessions. He is good, really quick on his feet. He'll be fine."
Kanna looked slightly embarrassed. "I'm sure he will, Sho. It's just that he's only seven-years old..."
Sho gave a light chuckle. He didn't mean to offend his wife, but the woman worried too much over their sons.
"Honey, remember that we both started our first vampire hunting at Zero's age. Heck I'm sure Yagari did too." He glanced over towards the dark haired man for confirmation.
Touga Yagari glanced toward the younger man next to him blandly. "I was six actually."
"See? There you go." Sho pronounced, unabashed by the sarcastic tone of his long-time partner and friend.
"Alright fine, you have a point." Kanna spoke as if she was annoyed, but she wore a slight smile on her face. "Just make sure not to take any detours. Go straight to the point, bang the bloodsucker, and come back. The roast should be done when you two get back."
Sho grinned to Yagari. "She's charming no?"
Yagari stared at him.
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Meanwhile a little distance away was two siblings whom looked exactly the same. They both had silver hair, small physiques, and eyes the most light shade of grey. One of the boys held onto both hands of the other and spoke in a hushed sound so the adults wouldn't hear.
"Zero, do you really have to go?" Ichiru spoke sadly. He slightly clenched the palms of his hands in order to make sure his brother was still there.
"Yeah, Ichiru. But don't worry, I'll come back to you as soon as we're through. We won't be long." Zero spoke encouragingly. Gently he withdrew his right hand from Ichiru's to tenderly place on top of his twin's head. He lightly petted the silver tresses. "I'll come back to you." Zero repeated.
Ichiru looked up into his brother's eyes and gave him a sad smile. "Will you always come back to me?"
Zero paused for a moment. It was known to both of them that even now, their lives were beginning to take different courses. Here was Zero, ready to take on his first vampire mission, without his brother whom would also have been going on the trip if not for his health. Most likely Ichiru would go off to regular schooling amongst normal kids, and Zero would go to a private institution exclusively for vampire hunters. Yet despite this, both twins had vowed that they wouldn't leave each other. Zero was all Ichiru had, and until he made acquaintances of his own and could stand on his own feet emotionally without help, Zero vowed to be there for him.
"Always."
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The sounds of boots hitting snow could be heard as Zero, with embarrassment, walked behind his master.
He looked up in slight annoyance of how, his 5 foot 8 teacher with all his heavy weapons and trench coat geared down, could still manage not to make any noise as he walked on the snow.
As if hearing his thoughts, the older man broke the relative silence.
"You'll learn to walk stealthily at a later date. It's not needed when you're on your first hunting mission." Toga announced, without breaking pace.
"In fact, you'll probably not see much action. I'll be the one to be taking down the beast. It's also why it doesn't matter if you're quiet or not. What we're up against is a Level E, lowest of the low. It has no feelings or sense of self. They walk blindly into anything, which makes it easy to take them down if you have enough wit. So don't be afraid to let loose a little volume."
Toga frowned as if a sudden thought struck him.
"However if something does get out of hand, I trust you to know what to do."
He looked towards Zero who had been quietly absorbing all of what his Master was saying. However Toga noticed how Zero had a slight frown, used for whenever he didn't quite understand something.
"Then why am I here, Master, if I'm not supposed to do anything?" Zero asked.
Toga set his face into a hard stare.
"You're here to observe. Learn what really happens when you're not reading about it from a textbook, or listening to past vampire-hunting stories from your parents. This is the real deal, and it's a whole lot different to experience something when it's happening right in front of your face, than to live through it vicariously."
Zero nodded. It made sense. Surely he shouldn't have expected to be doing anything personally against a real-undead vampire. He was still only seven years old after all.
"And, what about purebloods? How much experience do you need when going up against those?"
His master went silent after that. By this point they had both stopped walking in one of the well-walked paths, with trees bowed over the path like an extended archway. Oddly Zero hadn't noticed that other than them, there was no sound around. Sure it was the dead of winter, but not even the rustling of a tree branch or scurry of a rabbit could be heard. It was as if the whole world took pause upon this breach of conversation of a taboo-like subject.
"There's never enough experience to go up against those, Zero. You know Level E's? Say they're like lions; they're quick but their too headstrong for their own good. But purebloods, they would be dragons. They are cunning, tricky, make you believe anything in order to get what they want most, and downright strong. To go up against a pureblood…you'd be stupid to fight those with a façade of thinking you might kill them unscathed. No, to kill a pureblood you need to be a pureblood. Silver might detain them for a while, but they suffer no side-effects after. Gut a hole through their stomach and they'd still be able to walk. They are immortal, but they are the most unfeeling of them all. They have logic, beauty, and strength. Some even have 'special' skills, the freaks. If you ever see one, run away. There isn't any shame on being smart and living another day."
He turned to Zero who was trying his best not to look horrified. Sure he had heard stories about purebloods, but to hear it from his Master, who was barely afraid of anything, to state it so calmly, as if he had faced numerous numbers of the things and was loathe to do so ever again…as much as he hated to admit, it made Zero fear them.
He slightly jumped when he felt his Master gruffly give a pat on his shoulder.
"Hey brat. Don't worry. We're just fighting Level E's. You'll probably never have to see one of those upper-class fiends."
Zero blinked as he realized that his Master was giving his own stoic version of comfort. He nodded to him. A word of gratitude for the nice action was left unsaid.
A noise ripped through the air. It was so sudden and piercing to the contradiction of the still quietness of before, that Zero desperately wanted to clutch his hands around his abused ears. However he restrained himself in order to watch as his Master quickly retract his hand, unholster the Bloody Rose gun from his right hip, and swiftly motion to Zero to follow as he broke into a swift pace, making a beeline off the path through the foliage of the surrounding trees, towards where the sound generated.
Literally Zero had to run in order to catch up to his Master, trying to ignore the random scratches on his cheeks and unclothed pieces of skin being made by the rightly positioned branch of a bush or small tree. Looking around, Zero warranted himself lucky that his Master's hair was so dark, for if not for that, he'd be lost in this miniature jungle.
After about 5 minutes, which seemed much longer, they made it to a clearing of what appeared to be the plantation of a rich owner. Surely enough was a stately mansion nestled in the middle of the snow covered field, with numerous windows and architecture of styles dating back centuries ago. However the scene was abruptly halted before it really began.
Dozens upon dozens of dead bodies were strewn across the near entrance of the house. Most of the humanoid figures had mouths agape, ligaments either missing or barely attached, waves of blood splattered near their frames or on them, and the points of their sharpened teeth glistened in the morning sun.
All of them. All of them were vampires.
Zero slowly registered this fact despite being sickenly mesmerized by such carnage. It was too horrific to see, too horrific not to look away.
"Zero, I want you to stay here." His Master all but whispered. There was no sign of movement ahead, but it didn't mean that there still weren't some survivors.
Before he could truly protest on being left behind, Zero saw his Master leave to slowly inspect the bodies on the ground before heading inside the house.
Like before there was nothing but quiet. Zero slowly sunk down into the biting, cold snow. It was quiet and he was alone, in the cold, in front of a field of dead bloody bodies.
His breathing slightly increased, and his heart started beating faster. So this was what a hunter dealt with daily. Fighting vampires, killing them. But did they have to resemble humans so much that they bled when they were hit, were motionless in their 'second' death? For the first time, Zero began to seriously doubt if he could ever get used to this part of a hunter's job.
He looked to the field again. Same unmoving bodies. They would never prey upon innocents again. He should be happy.
Zero shook his head. He needed to leave. He needed air. Clean air. Air that wasn't stained with the smell of blood and snow.
Slowly he got up. He didn't want to frazzle his already shaken nerves by getting up too fast and getting a blood rush to the head.
Once standing he slowly moved to go back into the forest. He wasn't going to go in too far, he just needed to go anywhere that would not face the house or what was littered on its lawn.
The light crunch of snow alerted Zero immediately. In the blink of an eye he had unlatched his long, silver coating, anti-vampire pole and firmly held onto the shaft with both hands.
He had expected a deranged Level E vampire who was not quite dead. He had horrifiedly wondered if said vampire had blood covered on them, either another vampires' or their own. He worriedly hoped his Master was all right, and was just taking a thorough scan through the inside of the mansion.
He sincerely hoped this wouldn't be his first and last mission as a vampire hunter.
What really appeared made him pause.
A boy, about a year younger than Zero, with dark silky locks and auburn glazed eyes looked up to him as he clutched to the nearby tree. His mouth was slightly open and was breathing a little irregularly. The boy looked as if he had been on a mile's run, or worse, had just come from whatever madness occurred here.
However Zero had no further time for speculation as the boy fainted into the snow. All the while the blood on his clothes seeped into the pale whiteness. Forever staining it.
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I would've wrote more, but this seems like as good of point as any to stop. Plus, I want to know what you guys think about it before I continue. Hopefully you liked it, but it's okay if you don't.
Thank you very much for reading! I hope to get the next chapter out soon. Possibly…Maybe. ^_^''
