Summary – Vampires and Hunters. It's hard to stay alive when an enemy is hunting you. Even harder when you love them.
-YukixKyo- -HaruxMomiji- -AyaxTorixGure-
I give this story ten to twelve chapters. I don't think it needs to be any longer than that if I can work out the storyline perfectly. I really do hope that people receive this one well – I really like this idea, even if it is a bit cliché. I'm working in originality through the thing – hopefully – and I'm keeping to the story! Yay! But I must say I'm mad at myself. This makes three long fics that I'm working on plus a one shot dedicated to Poisson D'Avril. No reason why, just because I want to. I love her (or him…) for reviewing. Anyways, here's the prologue everyone. (One last note – I'm accepting requests. If you want me to write you a story – preferably a one-shot – then drop me a line and we'll chat, yah?)
Disclaimer – Fruits Basket and characters are © to Takaya-sensei. Only this story is © to Calismo-chan. No stealing, no suing!
Warning! This story will contain yaoi mxm pairings in later chapters. If you don't appreciate it, I suggest you click that 'back' button right now. Flames will be used to heat the water for my cocoa!
Prologue
Midnight at the clubs. The lights were dimmed, the music was loud, and the best prey came to call at night. Midnight at the clubs was akin to an all-you-can-eat buffet with the choicest meats from the best restaurants. Nothing better, for one such as Haru Sohma. His natural black and white hair shone in the flashing lights as he entered the club, all eyes immediately locking onto him. It was a new club for him – he'd wanted something knew that night – and while it lacked the grandeur of other clubs in the area the wild feeling that was uncurling in his stomach left him feeling so high he wondered how he was going to make it to his table.
A soft hand clasped around his own took the worry from him.
His senses were in overdrive as the soft hand led him to the back of the club where he could watch and not be seen, eventually sitting him down in a dark corner. Chocolate brown eyes held his gaze for a moment before his own dark eyes wandered up and down the mystery person's body. Lithe, small, and innocent. Blond hair and the weirdest (but cutest) outfit he'd ever seen also jumped out at him. It was a young boy. Haru smirked. Whoever he was, he was too innocent for clubs.
The boy giggled, "I know what you're thinking."
A black eyebrow rose.
"I come to watch my sister dance," the small hand pointed to the poles upon which a girl – nearly the same image as he – danced beautifully around them. "But she doesn't know we're related so don't tell!"
The voice was angelic and soft. Haru found himself nodding, and he didn't know why. "How about you bring me a strawberry daiquiri, kid?"
"Sure thing. And hey! My name's not 'kid.' It's Momiji!" Momiji gave a weird sort of salute before running off to fetch Haru's drink.
Haru took the moment to enjoy the thumping beat of the music, the way the bodies squirmed around each other in ecstasy, the sound of fabric against fabric. It was heaven. Hungrily his eyes roamed over the club, searching for potential victims. The place was full of beautiful people, but Haru was not as shallow as that. As the music drummed in his ears his eyes landed on a particularly exquisite young woman. Beauty, intelligence, happiness, love – all was radiating from this one girl. Her brown hair swung about as she sashayed her hips to the music, moving around the room. Still staring at the girl, he held out a bill as Momiji returned with his drink.
"Here you go!" the boy took the bill away. "Danke!"
Sipping the daiquiri – my how he was addicted to them – he willed the girl towards him. Soon her feet were carrying her to the darkest corner of the room, even if she did not know it. Blue eyes sparkled as they made contact with his own. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted slightly as she breathed heavily through her mouth. Sit down, he willed her. She collapsed next to him without a second thought.
He held out his drink to her, smiling a wicked smile. The girl was too intoxicated to notice the two white fangs near biting his lower lip. She took a sip and it gave Haru the chance to appreciate the delicate curve of her neck.
"Thank you," she murmured, lowering her eyes. Long lashes cast shadows over her cheeks. Haru reached out to cup her cheek. His eyes said everything for him, one of his many talents. You're welcome.
Soon he was leading her out back, hands running idly over her smooth skin. Scantily clad as she was, there was no lack of skin for Haru to caress. He shoved her roughly against a wall, lips hungrily capturing hers in a kiss. His sensitive ears caught the way her breath hitched in her throat as he trailed his lips slowly down her jaw to her neck. Delicate hands clutched at the hem of his shirt as he suckled and licked at the sensitive skin before pausing.
She was unknowingly straining against him. It was one part of the human subconscious that he hated above all – their mind's uncanny ability to know when evil was near. He was lucky they never listen to that little warning, or he'd be dead. Dead, dead, dead. However, his current prey was too entranced by the caresses his lips were administering to her pretty neck.
He bit at her; playfully at first, but then with all the intention of taking her. She mewled as Haru hit another sensitive spot. Oh yes, he was definitely taking this one. A jolt of passion shook him and he let his inner demon loose, sinking his fangs into her neck. She yelped, fingers digging in his skin. Blood was pooling in his mouth – he swallowed eagerly, sucking more. The girl was fading, her grasp on his shirt weakening with each draw of blood. His skin began to tingle with the sensation of the blood pouring through him. She was going cold through loss of blood.
"Please…" she whispered, tears spilling from her crystal eyes.
Anger. It surged through him suddenly and he drained what was left of her blood with one huge pull. She fell limply to the ground as he pulled away, eyes lifeless and glassy. He hated when people begged. The area was fenced off but it was no obstacle for him. With a graceful leap he bounded onto the roof of the nearest building and was off. There were no boundaries for Haru Sohma.
Traveling silently over the rooftops of the unsuspecting city, Haru titled his head as he ran to appreciate the sky. It was a crisp night. Stars wheeled overhead, tiny pinpoints of light on a black backdrop. Haru marveled at the brilliance of the night sky. He respected its beauty more so than any other thing because the darkened sky reflected his true nature. And Haru, despite anyone's thoughts, always respected what reminded him of his true self.
Outside the mansion the crystal lake shimmered under the moonlight. That shimmer was disrupted as a figure surfaced, sending ripples flying everywhere. Wet, soft mauve hair stuck to a delicate face and purple eyes locked onto the moon. Yuki Sohma, prince of the house.
Haru – full of blood – stalked the boy for a few minutes, preparing to pounce. Closer…closer…a bit more…
"I see you, Haru."
'Shit.' "How'd you know I was here?"
"You smell like blood. You're a messy eater," Yuki admonished his cousin. "Soon even the mortals will be able to sense you!"
Haru plopped down at the edge of the lake. Yuki drew closer.
"Let them sense me!" Haru challenged, baring his fangs. "Let the whole world know we're here!"
Yuki cupped his hands and dipped them under the water. He then commenced to splash his cousin in hopes of cooling him down and avoiding later problems. Haru blinked, a weird look coming over his face. Surprise? Yuki sighed, splashed him again, and got out of the lake. Haru was disappointed to see he was wearing an old pair of shorts. They barely hung off his slim hips – even more teasing than if he were wearing nothing.
"Pervert," the pretty boy muttered under his breath.
Yuki shook himself dry – much to Haru's amusement – and beckoned for his cousin to come in. Haru's room was adjacent to Yuki's and so, growing up, they had been rather close. Their mansion home was rather small, probably not as large as a mansion should be, but it was large enough for the number of people that lived there. Which was, when Haru last bothered to count, four. The other two seemed to be out at the moment. They were probably enjoying the blood of a beautiful woman, much like he had done earlier. Oh well, it was better when they weren't around. Less arguments and such.
"I'm going to get dressed. If I catch you trying to get in, I'm going to beam you."
"Yuki! There's no way you'd beam me – don't even joke like that!" Haru yelled as Yuki closed the door in his face. "Damn whoever came up with that punishment."
He went to sulk in his room. Beaming, as it was called, was the worst possible punishment for a vampire. It consisted of chains, spikes, and five seconds within the sun's piercing rays. Any more than five seconds and a vampire died. Haru himself had never been tied to a chair and beamed, but he'd met a number of wandering vamps who'd had the misfortune of being punished in such a way. If the vampire was unlucky, skin scarred and marred most horribly. 'Not with my skin, no way…'
There was, though, no reason for him to try to sneak into Yuki's room so he sat on the edge of his own bed and waited for the boy to come back out.
A sudden burst of wind sent the clouds sprawling over the moon, blocking out its light. Shadows fell over Haru; he shivered. The black and white theme of his room always annoyed him for some reason, but he felt no desire to change neither the colors nor the décor. Too lazy for that, he was. At the moment his room was messy. Papers, books, clothes – they littered every available space until the floor was practically a legend for visitors of the room. Haru laughed.
"Oh, really. It's not too hard to clean, Haru." Yuki stood at the doorway, clearly refusing to take another step. Haru gave a loud sigh and stalked out of his room to join his cousin.
As the two headed down the long, spiral staircase – "Really, why did we put these in?" – Haru took the time to ponder a bit about Yuki. Yuki was not an old vampire, but at the same time he was not very new. He had been made in the year of the rat, and was affectionately called so by the others sometimes. He himself had been made in the year of the ox. Yuki was quiet, compassionate, and intelligent. He was loud, somewhat obnoxious, and very quick to anger. He had a 'black side' as Yuki called it, and never could understand why it came out. But it did, and that was that.
As they walked Haru told Yuki about the night's kill. He saw no emotion in his cousin's eyes as he told his story, no flicker of want. A few years ago Haru had doubted whether or not Yuki even drank every night. There was never a discussion about his kills, he never left when people were around to see him off, and if it weren't for the fact that his skin was as warm as his own after a kill, Haru would have continued believing that Yuki survived without blood.
Of course, that is entirely impossible.
"You shouldn't just leave the bodies there," Yuki rubbed his sensitive eyes vigorously; dawn is on the way.
"Why not? Someone must have cared about her. Someone will give her a proper burial."
"Haru, I just don't understand you. You feed like a beast but then have heart enough to leave your victims behind so they can have a proper burial?"
"That's right."
"Right. Well, the other two should be back soon, unless they're too drunk on blood to remember that day is coming," Yuki stretched his long, slender legs before getting up. "I can sense the sun. I'm going to sleep now. Come with?"
He extended a hand to Haru, who eagerly grasped it and allowed himself to be hoisted up. Deep beneath the mansion lay the coffins. Haru moved his next to Yuki's before clambering in and shutting the lid, but not without a 'goodnight' to his cousin.
"Goodnight, Haru," came the muffled reply as Yuki pulled his own lid down to block out the night.
They were asleep within minutes but somehow still managed to hear the large iron door swing open to allow two other presences to the vault. They somehow managed to pick up on the fact that these two presences made it into their coffins before dawn's rosy fingers crept completely over the horizon and soon the four entities were resting peacefully through the day, dead to the world.
Thus ends the prologue, everyone. :) I dun know how this fic will be received – not many vampire fics for Fruits Basket – but even if no one likes it I'm still going to keep working it. Because I've been inspired by Anne Rice and her Vampire Chronicles. I'm on Queen of the Damned. –is totally happy– Reviews totally welcomed, of course. Until next update, live wonderfully, everyone!
-Calismo
