Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.
Warning: vampires, slight bloodiness
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There was something he had wanted, he thinks.
Whatever it was, or might have been, he could no longer clearly recall.
Perhaps it was monotony, the dullness of a boring, mundane life.
Perhaps it was the illusion of a "real" family, the smiling gazes of a mother and father, silly little petty squabbles with a sibling, perhaps.
Perhaps it was innocence. The innocence of being self-assured in a life, completely unaware of how…uninformed…he would have been, the innocence in being a normal person, who only worried about little things.
Whatever it was that he once longed for, he longer wanted – or needed, he decided, smirking as he thought of his younger, more naïve self, who had felt guilt and wished to be someone else.
"Come on," he shot his carefree grin at his partner. "It's time to go in for the kill."
An grinned back, half-lidded eyes a burning dark red with bloodlust, and the intoxicating scent of her, her raging passion, her excitement made him throw back his head and laugh, loudly, his laughter rolling out and echoing back.
He bared his teeth, his fangs slid out smoothly as he leapt through the window.
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He lapped up the blood, sighing with pleasure as the creamy liquid satisfied an empty hunger.
As he stood up, he stretched languidly, suppressing a slight wince as blood rushed back into limbs that had kneeled for too long.
He grinned at An lazily, secretly elated by the smooth hunt and kill.
To his surprise, An grinned back, relaxed as Niou had ever seen her for years. On an impulse, he reached out and grabbed An's hand, almost surprised by his own show of affection.
Affection that could get him – and her – killed.
But he decided secretly as An gently squeezed his hand back, it was worth it. Worth it to be happy in this world where you could die any second.
It was worth it.
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And idea that, as usual, totally evolved into something else. But I still like it.
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