Heya! So… new story… and I have also decided seeing as I have a fetish for Ichigo with long hair I shall be making most of my stories thus with Ichigo with long hair unless it wouldn't suit the story. Heh can't help it!

And the couple in this one, reason for it? BECAUSE I WANNA AND I CAN! Thaaaat and I think Hanataro needs love too! (And I find him adorable…) I think I shall be making use of lesser used pairings… tell me what your favorute lesser pairing is! No Grimmichi, Renichi or Aizenichi! Be original! Lol…

This is a vampire fiction, I will not be following any specific folk lore or myth. Most of what I will be doing is similar to Underworld.

So read on and review please!

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Chapter 1: Falling down a hole can be a good thing

Hanataro Yamada, art student at the local collage stood at a short stature of 5ft 0. He had black hair that was jaw length. He was nowhere near intimidating, he was in fact as most claimed: adorable. He couldn't really do anything so why hate it? He had down turned blue eyes and ivory skin. He was rather pretty for a male.

He was hounded but the male student body at his collage in more ways than one. He was either bullied because of his small stature or nearly raped. He was scared stiff most of the times. He had friends who protected him as best they could but with their different studies they couldn't.

So it was with the 5ft 0 male we begin this story.

Hanataro walked down the sidewalk in broad daylight with his art bag tucked safely under his arm, the other had a small toolbox with his paint and brushes inside. Beside him were two of his friends. Isane Kotetsu was an Amazonian woman in height. 6ft 1 with pale natural grey hair, it was short but she had two long tails at the base of her skull with beads down each quarter. Kind brown eyes, she was a med student with an even more kind heart.

Momo Hinamori was incredibly enough shorter than him at 4ft 11. Wasn't by much by hey take what you can get? Momo was studying to become a lawyer. She was small yes but she was smart and feisty when need be.

Other reason was never mentioned really but the petite brunette had a mega crush on a very famous lawyer, Sosuke Aizen. The man was powerful, sexy and successful. Sure they understood why she liked him but sometimes she seemed… a little… too obsessive…

As they walked in the early morning day they talked about one of the two girls favourite topics. Vampires.

Yup theses two girls were in love with the idea of vampires.

"What do you think about the whole sunlight thing?" Momo asked with a finger to her chin. Isane cocked her head to the side. "Well I don't really get it. I think it depends on if the legends dictates them either alive or dead but I still don't get it why they combust into fire and turn to ash… the sun isn't holy…" the two talked while Hanataro listened with a smile.

He liked his friends they were nice but he still felt lonely. He wanted someone. He already accepted the fact that he was gay and that women didn't appeal to him rather men did. They were close to the Collage when the three stopped in their tracks at the sight before them.

A large man with a red pony tail was growling at another man in an alley. Said man was tall, broad shouldered with loads of muscles, he was very intimidating. The man who was being growled at was quivering in fear. What caught Hanataro's attention was both men had very very sharp teeth. He kept quiet though. He had the sharpest eyes out of the three after all.

The quivering man finally seemed to relent and said something that made the other man smile a rather creepy evil smile and back off. The red head said something that made the shorter man sob and flee. The red head man looked annoyed and stepped out, soon another man with long black hair and a stoic face appeared as if out of the blue and asked the red head man something. The red head sighed and rubbed his forehead which he now noticed had tattoos on them.

Wasn't that painful? The two men then walked off leaving the teens a little bit in shock.

They quickly made their way to the Collage; they greeted each other before going off in different directions. The art section of the university was in the middle building with all the other cultural subjects like culinary, pottery and design.

Hanataro sighed as he entered the classroom for their practical session. He took out his canvas that had nothing on it yet, they were going to do spontaneous works using their feelings right at the second of painting. It excited Hanataro.

The teacher was a kind man with long slightly curly brown hair that hung down his back, he had friendly brown eyes. The man was tall and always wore a bright pink floral hyori. Today he wore a dark blue sweater with fitted jeans and black dress shoes. It was winter so everyone was dressed cosy and warm. Hanataro was wearing a loose grey wool turtleneck sweater with black skinny jeans with black high tops. Once everyone was seated and ready they got six hours to paint. It wasn't a big canvas just a small A3 canvas.

Hanataro's pretty blue eyes looked down at the paint tubes he brought with him. Today red stood out the most to him, he knew why. Red was the colour of rage, lust and passion or life force depending on how it was used. Hanataro though about how he felt. Lonely.

Yeah that was it. He felt lonely.

With these new feelings or rather the norm of how he felt back in place he reached for the blues and blacks. He started with making the canvas dark and sombre, he then used the blues to highlight certain areas but he stayed away from the middle where he kept it black. He then took a clean pallet and squeezed a blob of dark violet paint out and made it very runny with water. He then took a clean brush and took a good scoop of the blue purple paint and took it to the top of the canvas allowing it to run down like tears, he kept this up till the upper portion of the painting looked like it was crying.

Without knowing six hours passed by and Shunhei came to look at everybody's final works of the term. He looked around and saw that most were happy and excited, some caused him to raise an eyebrow because they seemed… to feel…erm erotic?

He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached his favourite student. Hanataro was sitting slightly hunched forward was he cleaned his brushes and placed his wet pallets into a bag individually to be cleaned later. He then placed all the art supplies back into his tool box and sat back to look at what he had just painted.

The brushstrokes were soft yet they were at random directions, the middle of the canvas was pitch black then at some places it had some blue in it, there was purple tear like tracks running down the upper canvas. It was beautiful to look at but it gave him a sad feeling, almost lonely.

Was Hanataro lonely?

Well Shunhei could guess being teased as much as he was one would feel a tad lonely but this artwork said that Hanataro was indeed very lonely. Maybe the boy was hungering for someone to love and love him back? He made his way over to the student and placed a hand on his shoulder. The raven haired teen jumped a little and turned to face his teacher.

Shunhei smiled at the nervous young man. "Your work today is good as always Hanataro. Well done." He complimented the younger man who got a slight blush.

"T-thank you…" he said as he stood up and stretched a little. The brunette nodded and waved his student off. "Bye now walk safely!" he called after the shorter male

"Bye bye sir!" Hanataro said over his shoulder with a wave.

When he was outside he decided to just go home as quickly as he could. He scurried off without noticing the dark leers he was getting form some male students. He was almost near his place when he was grabbed and dragged into a closed down shop, he had no time to even squeak as he was pushed to the ground.

His mouth was covered with a hand, he yelled through it but it was pointless. He didn't lie down just taking it, he thrashed and kicked. He got lucky and kicked the one over him where it counted. He scrambled up to his feet and ran back further into the shop, what neither he nor his pursuers expected was for the very floor Hanataro ran on would collapse under his weight.

With a yell he fell to the basement of the building. He landed on something hard and passed out due to the hit his head took.

The two boys looked down and saw that the smaller male wasn't moving and he was lying on a black sleek looking coffin. The backed out and ran like bats out of hell. Hanataro was bleeding from the hit he took to the head, the blood dripped down the side of his face onto the coffin where there was a crucifix cut out. The blood dripped into the coffin slowly.

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When Hanataro opened his eyes he was in a hospital, he felt a little sick and his head was pounding. He groaned a little which notified those in the room of his awakened state. He looked around to see Momo, Isane and Kira all looking worried at him.

"Hey Hana…" Kira said in a soft voice his normally droopy eyes were filled with worry. Momo and Isane weren't far off different.

Momo came closer.

"How are you feeling?" she asked as she handed him a glass of water. Hanataro took it gratefully and sipped at it slowly.

"What happened? Why were you in a rundown store?" Isane asked.

"I'd like to know that as well." Came a motherly type voice that was soft and warm but could be scary. Hanataro looked to the door of the room to see Unohana standing there with a light frown on her face.

Hanataro looked down at his hands and played with his fingers, he didn't want to worry everybody more. He sighed as he looked up and saw determination in the eyes of his friends and adoptive mother. He squirmed and finally caved in. He told what happened after he left the Collage.

They all went wide eyed.

Hanataro frowned. "How did I get here?" he asked confused.

He noticed that the two younger girls in the room got a tint of dreaminess to their eyes. Unohana chuckled when she saw this as did Kira. "A man brought you to the hospital. He said he heard a loud noise from the building and came to look in case someone got hurt. He was right. He found you at the bottom of the hole you fell in."

"He was quiet young looking… must have moved here because I have never seen him before…" Momo said with a quizzical look to her face.

"What did he look like?" Hanataro asked just to be sure he could thank the man if he ever saw him again.

Momo filled in here. "He was tall, I'd say around 6ft 1, he had… very long orange hair and these beautiful brown eyes… I didn't really get close enough to see what shade exactly, he had very pale skin and well he wore black clothes which were a little odd. It looked like something out of the renaissance period." Momo said excitedly.

"He left after I told him you would be fine." Unohana said with a smile now that she knew her adoptive son wasn't getting into trouble by his own choice. She checked his blood pressure, his temperature and changed his bandage around his head. He found out that he needed four stitches but it was a hairline wound so there wouldn't be an obvious scar.

We was kept at the hospital overnight to be safe, any head wound had the potential to be worse after a few hours. It was the middle of the night when Hanataro woke up out of the blue. His room was dark with the curtains pulled closed. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. He tensed when saw that someone was sitting next to him, he slowly turned his head and gasped at the god like man that was next to him.

Long orange hair fell over his shoulders as intense brown slightly angled eyes looked at him with a curious look in them.

"Feeling alright?" A smooth baritone floated out of the man's mouth and made Hanataro shiver. He looked at the man again and saw that he was wearing fancy pants with knee high boots, which colour he couldn't make out and a long sleeved puffy white button up shirt with a black vest over it. The man leaned forward and gently rubbed thumb over the wound on his head. Hanataro gasped at the feeling of the man's cold hands.

Said man pulled his hand away quickly. "I am sorry my hands must be cold." Hanataro quickly shook his head but that only jarred his head and made him moan in pain. He felt a cold hand grip his chin gently. "Now now you shouldn't move your head that quickly." He chided the smaller male. The fingers holding his chin were cold but soft and smooth.

Hanataro leaned back into his pillow when he felt a hand on the centre of his chest. The man smiled gently at him and told him to relax, he then took Hanataro's wrist and raised it till it was even with his mouth. That was when Hanataro noticed that the man had sharpish nails. Said thumb nail was used to make a small cut on the fleshy part of the wrist over the veins.

Hanataro hissed and was about to ask what the man was doing when he brought his bleeding wrist to his lips and lapped up the blood with his tongue.

What surprised Hanataro was just how good it felt, he stifled a small moan, he looked back to the man's eyes and gasped when he saw them glowing a bright red. He was now sucking on his wrist with such an erotic face that Hanataro felt himself react much to his embarrassment. He thought that having one's blood sucked out would be painful; but the way the orangette was doing to was so good it made him shiver again and moan a little louder. He watched as the man sucking his blood's pupils dilate and almost fill in the whole eye.

The man ripped his mouth away gasping for air as if he had just run a mile. He licked the last bit of blood off his lips and then made one long lick down the small cut that could have easily come from falling down the hole. The man rose and got closer to Hanataro, who gulped and he now saw the face up close. He was a painfully beautiful man.

The ma sighed and caressed his cheek. "Such strong emotions in your blood young one, I feel you loneliness though it. It is a true shame that a pure heart like yours is alone." Hanataro looked back into the eyes of the man in front of him and saw they were a dark colour again, in the darkness of the room he couldn't make out.

The man came closer and took a whiff of his hair and sighed. "I guess I have to make you forget about this…"

For some reason Hanataro panicked and gripped the man by his biceps, his mind subconsciously thought of how muscled the man was but the rest of his mind was busy trying to figure out how to get the man not to make him forget.

"No! N-no p-please don't…" Hanataro said in a low voice. The man gave a soft smile. "Ah I see this doesn't traumatise you then? What an odd human you are…" the man whispered into his ear. He felt the man's soft lips on his ear shell.

"N-no it… it didn't…" he said with a blush as he thought back to just how good it felt.

The man drew back and chuckled.

It was a rich sound that soothed Hanataro's ears.

"I see then I won't take these memories but please understand that you must keep it a secret, my being here tonight as well." He said as he looked down at Hanataro.

"T-two conditions…" Hanataro said softly.

The taller man bent down at his waist and cocked his head to the side. "And what would those two be?" he asked equally soft.

Hanataro gulped and raised his left hand in a peace sign. "One… I'd like to know your name." the man smiled again and nodded. "A respectable request. My name is Ichigo Kurosaki and what is yours?"

"Hanataro Yamada…" Hanataro spoke his own name quietly. Ichigo as he now knew him to be gave a lopsided grin that revealed one of his sharp teeth. Hanataro wasn't stupid he knew what the man was the moment he saw him sucking on his wrist to get his blood as if he was dying of thirst that he was a vampire.

"So Hanataro… what is your second condition?" Ichigo whispered into his ear, Hanataro could feel that he was smirking.

This made Hanataro blush bright red. "I… want you… um… to kiss me." He whispered hiding his face behind his hands. He heard a low chuckle, next thing his hands were gently pulled away from his face. He looked into Ichigo's dark eyes.

"I can do that with the utmost pleasure." He said and leaned in to plant his pale lips over the slightly pink ones, Hanataro gave in right at the beginning. Ichigo's lips were so soft and cold. He felt a cold hand cup the side of his face tilting it to the one side to deepen the kiss. He felt a tongue swipe over his lower lip, he opened his mouth a little allowing the man entrance into his mouth. He moaned a little louder when he felt the oddly enough warm tongue rub against him, making him move it along with his own.

The kiss didn't last long as Ichigo drew back and kissed the shorter man on the forehead.

"Be safe now." He whispered and backed away keeping his eyes on Hanataro till he was engulfed in darkness.

"Good night Hanataro…" he heard the whisper before sleep tugged on his eyes, he fell asleep with the feeling of Ichigo's lips still on his own. He didn't want it to go away.

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Ichigo materialised on the roof of the hospital, hand to his mouth. He had to admit that the little human was rather pretty and he didn't cry or faint when he sucked his blood. In fact he seemed to like it. With a wary sigh Ichigo materialised into a large murderer of ravens. He didn't change into the normal bats. He was a very old vampire. Noble to boot.

He travelled the night sky following a scent he was glad to smell. He didn't plan on waking up… ever in all honesty that's why he hid his coffin in a small shop that was busy closing its basement up. Life had gotten boring, the vampires had became more of a nuisance. He never believed in sucking a human dry. They didn't need that much blood.

He flew to what looked like a nice big house, it was rather old looking but well maintained. All white planked wood with white framed doors and windows, a blue door and darker green tiled roof. He went back to his human form and knocked on the door.

A man with long red hair answered the door. He sniffed once and opened his mouth to ask what the man wanted, he hadn't looked up from the book he had in his hand.

Ichigo examined the man, or vampire should he rather say. He was an inch taller than himself. Broad shoulders and muscular. He had his long hair loose over his shoulders. Ichigo noticed tattoos on the man's forehead and neck. He was wearing a long sleeved white shirt that clung to him showing the outlines of his muscled body, he had a pair of dark green sweatpants on that hanged low on his hips.

He sniffed subtly and made a hum noise that caught the youngling's attention.

"What a young one you are, did Byakuya change you?" he asked with a cock of the head. The man froze as he smelled the air again. The orangette chuckled when the already pale man paled even more. He raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. "I'm here to see Byakuya." The man nodded and stepped back.

The house was warm inside. The foyer of the building was dimly lit as were the rest of the hallways, the room was done in dark wood with a tint of red in it. There were doors on each side, two on his left three on the right and one in front of him. There was one door opened on the right side showing a brighter lit room, Ichigo made his way closer. He stepped silently into the room that was a library.

The man he was looking for was reading with a frown, finger under his chin at a burning fireplace. Ichigo looked closer to the book he was reading and saw that it was one of his journals. "Is that really such a good read?" he said teasingly. Byakuya who was so engrossed in his lord's words jumped a mile high and turned to see the very man they were looking for.

Byakuya looked at the book he held in his hands. It was a dark brown leather book with neat beautiful handwriting inside. His lord always kept these filling them with his thoughts. It was the last one the young lord wrote in before he suddenly vanished. He wrote that he was growing annoyed with the vampire's constant need to kill the humans when they feed. He also wrote that he was lonely and that no one caught his eye. He just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.

Now his master had woken up himself. After 500 years of sleep. The man was still as beautiful as he remembered with mid thigh long hair that was on the spiky side on the top. He had his pants on that he had the last time he was seen.

His lord looked around and sighed.

"How long have I been sleeping for everything to look so different?" He commented as Renji came in with two classes of red liquid inside. Ichigo's nose caught the scent of blood easily. He picked up the glass and smelled it like it was a wine.

"Ah I see you have kept up with my ideals." He said as an afterthought as he tipped his head back and drank the blood, a tinkle of blood ran down from the corner of his lips down his chin. Both men swallowed at the erotic sight of it.

Sighing happily he placed the glass back on the tray and took the second one.

"It had been five hundred years more or less my lord." Byakuya said as Ichigo moved to the front of the fireplace.

"Mm… seems I'll be needing your memories." Ichigo said downing the glass and sitting it one the fireplace's mantle.

"I will however not need anything more." Ichigo said which shocked Byakuya. They did it often enough. His lord would need blood and he would feed then on him but it never stayed just feeding. Sex was always there.

Ichigo chuckled and pointed to the red head who blushed bright red. Almost as red as his hair.

"I can smell both your scent on each other. I will not touch what has been claimed it is the laws I live by. Your blood will be enough. Your red head lover here can help you afterwards." Ichigo closed in on the raven haired male who stood still as his master came closer.

"I will only need enough to carry your memories of important happenings while I was asleep." Ichigo commanded. Byakuya nodded and turned his head in Renji's direction. They locked eyes. He filled his mind with all his master should need. It would take more than one feeding to do this, his lord was also 500 years bloodless which meant he had to get a large amount of blood in.

He gasped when he felt his lord's nail cut down his neck. Ichigo never once drew blood from a bite unless you were a lover. He never had one as far as he knew so he didn't understand why but he accepted how his lord wanted it to be done. He couldn't hold back the moan as he felt his lord's cold lips touch his neck, he felt the warm tongue run up the cut making it bleed more as well as picking up his heart rate.

Then the feeing came, he felt Ichigo's hands on his lower back and neck to keep him in place. He allowed the orangette to drink from him supplying him with the newest information that was necessary to live in the everyday life he was bound to join now.

He locked eyes with Renji again after he closed his eyes thinking of all the needed things his lord would need. The red head was gawking at them. He knew that his master had a way with drinking blood in a very erotic way.

Renji couldn't believe his red brown eyes.

He was just helping his vampire sire and lover to find his missing master when the man just comes and walks in. He found it hard to believe that the beauty in front of him was only a little few years younger than his master who was nearly a thousand years old.

The man looked like he stepped out of a renaissance painting. His hair was so long and vibrant, his master was a few inches shorter than his master and was clinging to the white shirt for dear life while he held his eyes. They were standing in front of the fire so they were outlined with a warm glow that lit up the long orange strands even more. It was such an erotic that Renji just wanted them to finish. He was rather painfully hard here.

Finally Ichigo released the raven's neck with one last lick to help heal.

"Thank you Byakuya, you two can go. I will be up a little while. I have some thinking to do." Ichigo spoke as he gently handed the over stimulated vampire elder to his younger lover.

The two moved out of the room and closed the door.

Ichigo took Byakuya's seat and picked up his journal and started to read it from the beginning.

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Hanataro woke up the next morning feeling rather refreshed. It was odd… he sighed when he remembered last night. The feeling of cold lips on his wrist.

The door opened and Unohana came in smiling when she saw her son wake.

"How are you feeling?" she asked gently. Hanataro did a mental check. His head didn't hurt. His wrist was fine he was just a bit hungry.

"I'm hungry but otherwise I'm good." He relied with a smile. Unohana smiled back and nodded. She left the room and came back with a tray. It was standard hospital food so it wasn't very tasty but Hanataro was thankful for any food he got at the moment.

Unohana watched pleased as her son ate his entire breakfast. Soon his friends came to take him home as Unohana was still on shift. They drove in Kira's car with the radio playing the newest single of some band. No one really cared in the car.

"So it's vacation time, winter break before the new term starts." Kira said out loud.

Isane smiled and looked to Hanataro who still had a bandage around his head. He had to keep that style of bandage for a week then he could go with just a band-aid.

They drove to a coffee shop and got out to grab some tasty coffee and a treat. They sat around a table chatting happily. Hanataro wasn't feeling as lonely as he normally did but he still had the feeling of hollowness in his chest.

Momo sighed and looked to Hanataro. "You know Hana the man who brought you in was very worried about you. It would be so sweet if you two could meet again…" she gave a dreamy sigh and rested her chin on both her hands on the table looking off into the distance.

Isane chuckled with her hand in front of her mouth. "I have to agree with Momo, you did look rather cute in his arms if you discount the blood that was dripping down your face…" she commented.

"Such a shame he didn't leave his name…" Momo sighed again looking a little down. Hanataro knew that she wanted to play matchmaker.

What they didn't know was that Hanataro really really wanted to see Ichigo again.

The man was so regal and elegant yet he handled Hanataro with respect. He also allowed Hanataro to keep his memories. He could only hope that somehow that would get Ichigo to come back to him, he got the oddest desire to be needed by the vampire and het had just met the man.

It was confusing but he couldn't get that feeling out of his head when Ichigo sucked out his blood. It felt like he was on fire and hypersensitive. Was it love at first sight for him? Was it because that Ichigo saved him? He wasn't sure but he wanted to know the other male more. So badly that it hurt.

He sighed and watched as his friends bantered and joked at how Ichigo and he would make the perfect gay couple. He smiled silently wishing it was so.

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This is um… yeah I dunno I just hope this interest you all and that you'll keep watching and reading!