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Question: Who do you want to be together?

Usagi and Misaki
Misaki and Haruhiko
Haruhiko and Takahiro

Vampires mercy

"Usagi-san…" Misaki started. He bit his lip, contemplating if he should burden his lover with the troubles he was having.

Lately, the boy was feeling faint headed, he was exhausted most of the time and he rarely had the ability to pay attention at college. He didn't even protest when Usagi-san did perverted things to him! He wondered if Usagi-san had noticed his strange behavior, if he did, he chose to say nothing about it. For that, Misaki was grateful. He didn't want to end up worrying Usagi-san.

Misaki had this foreboding feeling that something terrible was going to happen. Aside from the growing suspicion he had, Misaki couldn't help but feel…off.

He felt like he wasn't himself anymore.

Often, he would wake up in strange places not remembering how he got there. Just yesterday he nearly attacked Akihiko and he couldn't remember why. All he remembered was having this sudden urge to hurt him. And when Misaki would try to remember why he was so angry at Akihiko there was one word that kept popping in his head; it didn't make any sense, he felt like he was himself but someone else.

Vampire.Misaki cleared his throat primarily to hush the ludicrous voice in his head. Engrossed in his newspaper magazine, Akihiko flipped the page apathetically.

Misaki spoke again, "Akihiko."

This time, Akihiko had heard his younger lover. A little surprised that Misaki had used his first name; Akihiko knew that whatever Misaki had to say was important. He placed the newspaper down gingerly and waited.

"I've been…well lately…" Misaki didn't know what to say. How was he supposed to say he thought that something…or rather someone possessed him! It was delusional. It was utterly preposterous. Yet, Misaki didn't know how else to cope with the strange things happening to him. He was near his breaking point.

Misaki began again, this time with confidence he didn't know how he mustered up, "Well…do you have a secret? Like, a secret where the average day citizen would laugh at because its way too….freaky?"

The doe-eyed youth couldn't just outright say what he was thinking, it was too ridiculous to be uttered. Misaki figured he'd just avoid the topic by asking Usagi-san questions, which he knew were to lead in Akihiko being suspicious, which he also knew would lead to Akihiko doing perverted things to him until Misaki confessed what was wrong.

Akihiko was speechless although he'd never admit. What was he supposed to say? If he said he didn't then he would be lying to Misaki, if he told his angel then Misaki would most definitely hate him.

"So…then you do?" Misaki wasn't as shocked as he was glad. This made telling his problems much easier.

Akihiko's mind was in frenzy; it was in a heated debate on whether or not to tell his lover. With the fear of being rejected, Akihiko said "No."

It wasn't that Akihiko was deliberately lying to the boy…it was just that…Akihiko didn't think Misaki would stay with him if the latter found out about who he was.

Or what he was.

He would have to explain everything from the beginning. How he was born a vampire. How he was a monster who didn't deserve Misaki's love in the first place.

"Are…are you sure?" Misaki was desperately hoping Akihiko would say he did. If his lover did have a secret that no one would understand, then maybe Usagi-san wouldn't laugh at him if he told him his problem.

"You don't trust me?" Akihiko felt a little bad that he was using the guilt card on Misaki. Misaki smiled and shook his head, "Of course I trust you."

The conversation halted; awkwardness draped around the two males like it was chains.

While Akihiko picked up the newspaper, Misaki stood up from the couch, his shoulders tense and his fingers were clenched in a fist by his side. He could feel himself losing consciousness. If he did anything stupid while he was knocked out in his schizophrenia induced world then Akihiko would surely hate him. Misaki needed to escape.

"Okay Usagi-san. I'm going to go out for a bit."

Akihiko put down the newspaper excitedly, "Where do you want to go? The museum? Hodoku? New york? Las vegas? Tokyo? Maybe Paris? Or Tulbec? Moscow? How bout-"

"Don't waste money on me. I'll be fine. I just…I just need some fresh air."

Akihiko noticed the complexity of his young lover; strands of hair were sticking to his face. His usual plump pink lips were dangerously blue.

"Are you okay Mis-"

"I said I was fine!" Misaki snapped. Akihiko subdued his first reaction to yell back. He noticed Misaki's features become apologetic. "I'm sorry. I just-"

"It's okay."

Misaki's anger reached a new peak. He could see dots in his vision alerting him that he was about to lose consciousness. The 18 year old turned around and literally ran to the door.

"Misaki wait…" Akihiko stood up also ready to follow Misaki. The scent hit him before he could prepare himself; before he ran to Misaki and killed the poor boy, Akihiko sat back on the sofa. Misaki inhaled a large amount of air and Akihiko had to practically rip the sofa to keep him from biting the boy. It had always been like that. Ever since the day he met Misaki at a coffee shop.

"Don't follow me Akihiko." Akihiko gasped at the intensity and rage the younger held in his voice

Gone. When Misaki left Akihiko was shocked and disappointed. He felt as if they were breaking up. They hadn't spent any time together. Akihiko knew what happened if a couple started spending less time with each other; it meant divorce, or in his case, breaking up.

For a moment, thinking about all of this, Akihiko had become real disappointed with himself. He should be able to please Misaki to the extent that the younger male would never want to leave his side, but as time passed Akihiko began feeling like he was worthless. Every time he thought about Misaki not loving him he'd think of a time of pain and loneliness, before he met Misaki.

As Akihiko was pondering his past memories, Misaki's head felt like it was splitting into too. His hands flicked with blue fire, as quickly as it came it disappeared and Misaki was being assaulted by his own memories.

Misaki remembered his parent's death, despite what he had told his brothers.

It had started when Misaki's father gasped, "How did he find us? The curse didn't activate yet."

"Oh. Oh my," Misaki's mother turned to Misaki and grabbed her son in a bone-crushing hug, "The flames. The blue flames, did you use it Misaki?"

An 8-year-old Misaki didn't know how to lie so he nodded his head. "I just wanted to do something that you would be proud of. And...and she told me to do it!"

Misaki's mother looked at the boy questioning him, "Who? Who told you?

"I…I don't know! She has pretty long brown hair and pretty bright purple eyes. I don't like her. She's mean…she tells me to do mean things with the blue things."

Both Misaki's parents looked at each other in fear. "Mama? Papa?"

"Listen to me baby." His mother ruffled his hair, "Never use those powers to hurt anyone. Okay? Promise?"

Misaki nodded. "I promise."

"And as for the girl with the brown hair and purple eyes…" He felt his father's arms before he heard him, "Fight her. Always, always fight her. Don't ever give her what she wants. Don't tell anyone about her."

"Even Hiro-nisan and Taka-nisan?" His mother nodded and said, "Especially them."

Kissing him one last time, Misaki's father whispered into his ear, "I know you don't understand what's happening or what's going to happen, but we're there for you even after we leave."

"Papa? Are you going somewhere?" Little Misaki asked. He was crying, although he didn't know why.

"Yes, baby. We are." His mother answered him. When she broke down his father kissed her passionately and hugged her.

"I had never once hated you. Despite what you harbored in you. When you were born you had her mark. The curse that was placed on her so long ago."

Misaki's mother kissed his forehead again, "We always loved you. So, what's going to happen to us is something we decided for ourselves. Misaki, you will never be what they say you are. You are strong."

"You are a Takashi. You are you and always will be you."

"I…I understand Papa. I'll be a good boy so don't leave me. Please." Misaki was furiously wiping his eyes. "

He remembered when his father placed a neck less on his neck, which made his headache die down, "Don't ever take this off. This will protect you. I…I'm sorry Misaki."

He remembers when his parents hit the ground-lifeless, trying to protect him. He was cowering in a corner, screaming and hitting the person who was holding him. "You're still young. I expected you to be older."

"MAMA! PAPA!"

The man looked back and rolled his eyes, "Oh don't be so emotional Tatyana. You'll see them soon…hm…I guess I could take you and kill you later."

As soon as the man touched Misaki, he screamed and grabbed his head. His finger was blazed in blue. Misaki ran out the house, into the street, and down the block. He didn't know how he got away from the murderer but he thanked god everyday. He was elated when he awoke in a hospital with his brothers fretting over him.

Although to this day Misaki couldn't figure out whom Tatyana was. Even when he was 8 he'd spent days upon days trying to figure out what Tatyana was. Or who it was.

Akihiko had been pacing the living debating if he should follow Misaki or just let the boy come back when he was ready. Akihiko's gut churned; his eyesight became woozy. Something was happening. Something bad. His eyes shone red and the glass he was holding broke. "Shit."

Grabbing his coat Akihiko hoped that Hiroki would let him in. The last time the two parted they had been on bad terms. Something about Hiroki having to turn his lover and it being his brother's fault.