Bloody Sapphire Blade: I had a dream and decided to write it as a fic. So I took myself out and put Naruto characters in. I don't expect this fic to go anywhere. Just needed to get it out of my head.
Dangerous Game
The young woman, known as Tenten Mitarashi, pushed her way through the concert crowd, and made her way to the surprisingly clean restroom, and stopped at the first sink available.
She clutched the sides of the white, porcelain sink as her body decided to expel some of her innards. The metallic tinge of blood moved from the back of her throat and fill her mouth. The continual hacking caused a few stray droplets to run over her bottom lip despite her pressing them together to keep the fluid contained. Once the short spell was over, the young woman turned on the faucet and spit the blood into the running water. Holding cupped hands shakily under the cool water, she smiled a watery smile at the reflection of her weakened state in the mirror, and brought the water to her mouth only to swish it around in her mouth then spit it into the sink. She mused on how cool it was that the clear water looked like it was turning into blood as it hit the bottom of the sink. The twenty-one-year-old brunette continued the routine of rinse and spit two more times until the taste of blood was no longer present in her mouth.
She looked up at the mirror, dried her face with a paper towel, glossed her lips again, and smiled as chocolate brown eyes enhance with eye shadow, mascara, and eye liner stared back. Her brown hair was up in two messy buns with bangs framing her face. Her naturally tanned skin was looking only slightly paled due to her illness and her cheeks were showcasing a nice light rouge thanks to a slight fever, but that was okay. She promised herself she was going to live her life to the fullest despite how short it was. Nothing was going to take away the bit of happiness she had made for herself. Not even this ticking time-bomb of a disease that coursed through her body.
Diamond earrings sparkled in her ears and a long, silver chain with a dagger charm suspended just above her navel hung around her neck. She was currently rocking a red, black, and yellow Aeropostale collared shirt with some dark blue skinny jeans and some plaid black, yellow, blue, red, and gray All Star converses.
Then, without warning, she was kneeling on the beige tile of the restroom floor retching while her body tried to wrench her insides out. Both hands that had flown to cover her mouth were now covered in warm, crimson liquid. A very small, steady flow of blood escaped from beneath the almost air-tight seal her right hand created around her mouth and rolled down her chin. The liquid also pumped between the fingers of her right hand onto her left from the force of the coughing. There was a trail of scorching pain caused by the hacking that started in her stomach, traveled up past her chest, and to her throat. In the back of her mind, she vaguely realized that if she held her mouth any tighter, it'd bruise.
The coughing spell was over in what couldn't have been more than seven seconds, but it seemed a lot longer. Tenten felt the thin sheen of cold sweat coat her skin as she shakily began to stand to her feet and return to previous position of hovering over the sink with the still running water. The brunette lowered her head as far as could into the sink without getting her hair wet. She released the death grip she had covering her mouth and a gush of blood followed. Despite her carefulness, a small amount of droplets still managed to splash up in various places around the bowl of the sink. Using the back of her left hand, she wiped the small stream of blood from her chin and held her head up, preceding to wash her hands. Automatically she looked in the mirror from her slightly bent posture. Some of her hair was plastered to her forehead and neck. Her eyes were darker and her skin was paler. Trace amounts of already-drying blood surrounded her mouth. She looked like she'd break under the slightest touch. That watery smile appeared again at that thought that the touch-up on the gloss was a complete waste. She looked away from the mirror and returned her focus to the task at hand.
Grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser, she dried her hands and threw the paper towel away only to grab another and dampened it. With the damp paper towel, she commenced mopping her face. Then she turned her attention to cleaning out the sink.
Satisfied with her work, she bent down to gargle the remains of the blood in her mouth., but paused for a second and met her eyes in the mirror. She couldn't have been that way for more than two seconds when a chill ran down her spine. She straighten up and whipped around to face whoever stood at her back.
A bolt of surprised and fear shot through her rigid body as she faced a man who stood a mere foot away from her.
His long, black hair was pulled back behind his shoulders. Bangs framed his face. Pearl-colored eyes studied her with a searing heat that her fear frozen brain couldn't think of think of what to called it at the time. His pale skin gave off an ethereal glow that marked him as inhuman. A silk, gray, long-sleeved button down shirt and black slacks only served to enhance the glow of his skin. The top two buttons on the collared shirt were undone and a black neck tie hung loosely around his neck while he held a black suit coat was slung over his left shoulder.
"Tenten, right?" His voice came out low, smooth, and deep. Like running fingers over rich velvet. Her eyes flickered over his left shoulder to the door. He was stood at an angle that served to block the only exit. This was deliberate on his part she deduced.
She directed her gaze back to him. It took her a minute to register that he was talking to her. "Vampire," was her whispered accusation. She wouldn't be able to defend herself if things turned nasty with the state that she's currently in! She eyed him warily and began to move very, very slowly to her left hoping not to draw any attention to her movements. The way she was heading was further away from the door, but it was the only way she could go.
She continued sliding--yes, sliding--because she was currently sitting on the sink with her back against the mirror in an unconscious effort to put distance in between them. Considering the fact that the distance hadn't changed between them, she figured that he had been moving closer as she'd moved away.
"So, you recognize us on sight," he said very soft and slowly as if talking normally might send her heading for the hills.
In this case, it just might.
With a motion that was more or less a blur to her eyes, he reached out with his right hand and rested it somewhere behind her. She immediately held her breath and froze halting her miniscule movements in an attempts to get away from him. The brunette glanced down at his arm in the space between her arm that was holding the edge of the sink and her side. It was resting levelly at her left hip.
He wasn't touching her, she noticed.
Barely. His arm was so close that even the slightest shift and he would be.
And as long as his arm stayed there, she wasn't going anywhere.
The sound of running water ceased. Tenten hadn't noticed that the faucet was still going until it was off. He began to draw his hand to him, albeit, the motion was very slow this time. Reluctant.
"Interesting," he continued when his hand had dropped back to his side. One minute he was watching her with that unrelenting gaze and the next his mouth was crushed against hers with his tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth. And just as quickly as it had started, it was over. Made her wonder for a minute if she was imagining things. She looked at him clearly shocked. His eyes were glowering giving off a faint light that she knew would shine brighter in the dark. This wasn't some trick of the senses.
He smirked showing perfect, white teeth and sharp fangs.
The blood! She still had blood in her mouth from the coughing fit earlier! That was why he… Tenten's eyes widen a fraction at the realization.
Screw subtlety! She jumped off the sink and raced to the other side of the restroom away from him. Once she'd reached the vanity placed in between the set of sinks she'd been at along the wall and the stalls, she stopped and whirled around to face him once more. Too paranoid to leave her back to him for too long. She gripped the edge of the counter of the vanity for support.
He hadn't moved from his previous spot. He just smirked and eyed her, now flushed, face with amusement. "Wouldn't you say so, Sasuke?"
'Sasuke?' She repeated in her mind, clearly confused. A sudden prickle along her back set alarms off in her head. Tenten instinctively rushed forward in a desperate attempt to get away from whatever she was sensing that was coming up behind her.
It was futile.
Arms clad in black ensnared her from behind and pulled her into full body hug. The right arm of this new stranger was clasped diagonally across her chest before coming to rest on her left shoulder. The left arm was wrapped around her waist. Judging from the feel of cut, taut muscles of the chest and stomach that she felt from the open trench coat this one was wearing, she'd guess that this was a man. He was currently laying his head on her shoulder with his face in the crook of neck--a very dangerous place for a vampire to be. His dark hair was spiky with a blue tinge to it.
"Yes. Very interesting, Neji," he breathe the words onto her neck.
Her eyes widen at the sudden sensation, and she instinctively drew to her left to get away from him. With her in his grasp, the only thing she succeeded at moving was her head. "Even more interesting," he said lifting his head off her shoulder and standing up straight, "is that she's able to sense us somehow even before seeing us." At his full height, he was at least 6'1 to her 5'10. Only an inch shorter than the one he called Neji.
The one known as Sasuke then took his right hand off Tenten's shoulders and used it to turned her face toward him. He had dark eyes, pale skin, and long, chin-length bangs to frame his boyish face. "Tenten," he said, eying her. Then he dipped his head so that his face was close to hers and flicked out his tongue and dragged it across her bottom lip. "You taste good."
His eyes had turned into a glowing, crimson red and fangs protruded from his upper lip.
Tenten hurriedly shoved him away from her with all her might breaking away from him. She ran to the wall on her right, placed her back against keeping an eye on the two, and had to consciously keep herself from instinctively licking her bottom lip. She roughly wiped it with her forearm instead. Just how in the WORLD am I gonna get myself out of this mess?' She wondered. There's no way she'd be able to take on, from the feel of their energies, two master vamps in such a small space.
Heck! Who was she kidding?! She wouldn't able to take these two on if she had all the space in the UNIVERSE! 'Well, Tenten,' she thought to herself, 'it's been a nice life.' She inhaled deeply to calm her nerves. Then the brunette surveyed her surroundings and devised a plan of attack/way of escaped.
Hey, just because she knew it was hopeless didn't mean that she was going down without a fight. Her bounty-hunting father had taught her that much.
She noticed the vamps eying her every movements. Tenten smirked on the inside and mentally cracked a few knuckles. She thought wryly, 'Let the games began.'
BSB: I have decided to continue this fic, but I don't where I'm going with it, so please be patient with me. And IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS ABOUT HOW TO CONTINUE THIS FIC PLEASE SHARE! REVIEW PLEASE!! Flames are welcomed. ^_^