Harakiri
Vampire fic
The blackness of the sky filled the whole city but thanks to the lanterns, the streets were lit up with bright orange. The night breeze was pleasant and refreshing for anyone to breathe in. It was slightly a chipping cold yet the lights seemed to warm the streets up just a little bit. Restaurants and bars were opened at this peak house desperately inviting in guests. Today was a momentous occasion so many people littered the streets chatting and laughing in groups. Cheesy smiles and drunken kisses were a whole factor for the occasion. The new years was a huge celebration for any and every city no matter the time zone. One would say this was a pleasurable night. Whether with friends, family or a romantic lover it was a night for companionship. An event where people could converse and enjoy other's presence.
His shoes tapped against the cement of the brightly lit city. Dirt was disturbed slightly by the swift movements of the raven. Madara, a pale boy walked through the crowds of many people accompanied by no one. A young sixteen year old walked the city streets intrigued by the festival. Certain sections held plausible music that brought along the careless drunken dancers. The eyes of the boy studied each individual as he passed them, slowly taking into account their characteristics. Each person seemed to be normal and adequate resembling the complete opposite of himself.
Madara himself was a pale skin boy who had lived up to sixteen human years. A midnight mane that flowed in the breeze tangling slightly. The boy had a fragile face, sharp chinned a delicate. His eyes over-exerted themselves but a small plastic lens covered the pupil concealing the natural colour, or rather unnatural colour. His eyes that portrayed the image of light blue held a dangerous colour beneath them. Eruptive bright red flames hid themselves behind the protective contact lenses. The light blue eyes only held deceit but the infamous red beneath held a different scenario.
The porcelain skin held no goose bumps under the cool touch of the breeze. The un-needed stack of clothes held no relevant issue. The black high collar overcoat and thin jeans presented themselves upon the boys appearance. He was indeed a trinity of beauty passed any human capacities.
Madara's eyes lit up, shining just like the floating lanterns. Curiosity sparked through them, igniting a flame within him. A flame of wonder and development. He was like a young child seeing a brand new shiny toy in the markets. He led himself through the over-crowded streets, his feet carrying him off. Not a single person that passed by him held any suspicious thoughts towards him, they believed that he was just another human. Perhaps they were too caught up in their own drunken actions to notice or he was too good a blending in, either way. Little did they know, a vampire walk amongst them in the moonlit city.
The raven boy came to a stop, looking down at the glistening water that flowed in the stream. It wasn't very much when he could explore the very world he lived in. He forgot the refreshing breath of the fresh oxygen in the outdoors. The cool breeze that sent shivers over a mountain of people. The blue eyes scanned the stream. Madara had no confidence in water in water. Vampires weren't taught how to swim for it wasn't a necessity to their hunting skills.
He sat on the ledge of the pavement, dangling his legs off the side. The Uchiha's eyes gazed out to the clear crystal water. Nothing could ruin this moment, he absolutely loved the beauty of nature and he hardly got to visit it. The one thing he wished to see was the sun, to feel it's warmth over his naturally cold body. Because of his fate he never got to feel the warm rays or see the sunlight off the earth. He had watched the sun a few times from his room but it wasn't the same. Tajima his father, the most powerful vampire to the colony had the answer.
Upon his father's hand wore a red gem ring, only two of these rings existed. Tajima had been able to get his hands on both. When his mother was alive she had been the host of the second ring but she was killed and the ring was lost for many centuries. Why was a piece of jewelry so important? Well it held the only salvation for vampires. Whomever wore the ring upon their finger was granted the power of safety. The little gem allowed a vampire to withstand the sunlight and walk freely amongst the humans. Another plus to the ring was that it would clear any accusations of being a vampire.
Humans were paranoid and constantly accusing people of being vampires. A lot of the time, their suspicions were wrong, a lot of the time they were right. It was a factor to why his father was the most successful vampire, since no one could prove him of being a vampire. Tajima was the leader of the vampire colony so many many vampires valued their leader. He was a strong and influential man but he has had the oldest stories to retell. It wasn't a thought that his mother died, everyone knew of that. Humans had accused her of being a vampire and despite not handing over any evidence she was brutally tortured and left for dead. This had left Tajima holding violent feelings for humans but he tried to let it pass.
What a lot of other vampires didn't know was he had three other brothers. He had two older brothers and one younger. He was at young age at that time and only remembered Izuna. Izuna was his youngest brother but he was killed not too long ago. Tajima had lost three of his sons to the humans. At this point in time, Tajima had forgot about trying to forgive the humans and became very hateful towards them. His father despised humans with every fiber of his soul and Madara couldn't blame him.
Though he did not share the same views with his father. Yeah humans had killed most of his blood relatives yet he couldn't find the hate in his heart. To be quite honest, he was intrigued by humans and they filled his curiosity. He could admit a lot of them were bad but he had observed some that were different. There were humans that protected each other and made a thing called a promise. You can't let a few human's actions determine that the whole race were bad.
A sudden fuss behind him brought his attention but he knew better then to turn around. Instead he just sat staring to the sea, listening to the commotion behind him. From what he could hear it was a bunch of young adults throwing a fit as they usually did. He heard a condescending deep voice speak first.
"I burned a few of them" he said, pausing for a laugh. "Dirty bloodsuckers."
A few other laughs joined him, both female and male. Madara swallowed slightly feeling uneasy with the sadistic people behind him. He shifted slightly but sure to not make too much movement that would arouse suspicions. The people behind him continued their rant, unknowing and uncaring of the crowds of people.
"They are good for nothing being, I wish I could kill each and every one of them" spoke a very feminine voice but the words were poisonous and foul.
"I'm with you" came another voice.
"Reckon we could hunt one down tonight?" said the same girl.
"I dunno, they tend to hide pretty well"
"They tend to hide in plain sight!" snapped a deeper voice.
"There are certain things to look for. They have become a lot more clever, trying to blend in with humans but I have learnt the signs. They come in all shapes and sizes but..." Another man stated. Madara felt himself tense a bit realizing. He calculated that there were three males and two females in this group. He didn't like the odds and their sadistic and dangerous attitudes made him shudder. It was these type of people that caused the tensions between humans and vampires. He listened to the man finish his sentence. "Pale skin, skin that is unblemished and porcelain. One that will almost glow in the moonlight. All vampires hold an unnatural sickening state of pale skin. Also..." He was still speaking, very dramatically and dark. "All vampires have dark hair, some with a bluish tint. A vampire has foul red eyes, one matching of the most feral animals. You think with their unnatural eyes we could easily pick them out but obviously it's not the case. A defensive tactic allows them to calm the redness in their eyes leaving a dark charcoal color. With that, their eyes change to more humanized and thus harder to find them" he spat, growing with anger.
Madara was concerned right now. He felt the need to flee but his uncertainty held him glued to the floor. What if these 'vampire hunters' noticed him and accused him. No doubt they would listen to reason. They all would kill him within minutes.
"But the most despicable feature are their disgusting fangs. Ranges to about 3-4 inches, most terrifying. They can retract them at any time, which again favors them" the man continued. "Once they have you and you are bitten, you feel a numbing sensation one could almost call it pleasurable. Though until another sensation fills your body, a cold slicing feeling. It the poison being injected from their fangs, immobilizing their victims so they can drain themselves full"
"Such disgusting animals" spoke one of the females.
Enough was enough, he could take no more. He didn't want to hear what else they had to say. Without a words, the raven stood up silently and slowly. Hopefully he could sneak around these guys without a hassle. He had gotten to his feet and took a few careful steps before he heard the conversation stop abruptly. Shit. Their sudden silence echoed their thought and Madara cursed. He knew he had been caught and steady he sped up, desperately trying to leave the scene.
Madara moved quickly on his feet, trying to flee but he could hear the constant footsteps behind him. It meant he was being followed by a group of vampire killers. The raven turned a corner, the streets less crowded and he was just about to run when a force pushed him to the ground. He fell to the floor, his face hitting it unceremoniously. He gasped in pain feeling a weight on top of him. Before he had the chance to react the footsteps caught up to them.
"Did you catch it?" asked one of the adults. The man who was on top on him was panting from the exertion.
"Yeah" he mumbled, moving to get up holding the vampire by the arm. Madara was jerked up from the ground by a strong arm and he came face to face with a group of angry faces.
"Get off" Madara warned, pulling against the man. The hold only tightened and another man took his other side.
"Shut up vampire" hissed one of the females. Madara grit his teeth as the people pulled him along with them. He was relocated to a lonely alley, dark and cold. They dragged him to the darkest spot before tossing him on the floor roughly.
Madara got to his feet and wiping the drops of blood from his nose. He was severe outnumbered and luck obviously wasn't his in favor.
"Its unsafe to be walking the streets alone vampire" one of them sneered. Madara just gave them a dumbfounded look.
"A vampire?" He asked but his response only seemed to anger them more.
"Don't play stupid!" spat one of the females. She had short blonde hair.
Madara just glared at them, watching the bigger male step forward. In a flash the man charged at him and luckily for Madara he reacted quickly. The group member aimed to push him into the wall yet Madara maneuvered quickly. He calculated the other's movement, seeing him turn suddenly to throw a punch. Easily Madara dodged it, quickly lifting his leg and giving a powerful kick. A quick kick to his mid section set the distance between them again. He was successful when the man stumbled backwards.
The vampire caught a movement in the corner of his eye quickly turning to see another man attack. This one was a lot faster but Madara was more. The other charged at him and Madara deflected the blow, using his feet to trip the man. A loud groan came from the man as he collapsed onto the pavement. Madara's eyes shifted ready to defend himself from the next attacker. The bigger man who had attacked him first had recovered before racing at him again.
He was about to effectively defend himself, to send the bigger man flying when the man on the floor jumped up. Madara cursed and had no time to react and the man pushed him into the wall. He held him to the wall and the bigger man sent a powerful fist to his face. Madara choked out a cry trying to free himself from the other man who was holding him. The others seemed to close in on him, surrounding him cutting all escape routes. He had barely registered the last punch until the bigger man threw another punch to his abdomen leaving him breathless.
"How does that feel vampire" the man spat with obvious hatred. He sent another painful punch causing pain in Madara's direction. He heard laughter around him making him grit his teeth. He didn't know that the man actually expected an answer till he punched him hard on the cheek for lack of reply.
"Show your true self" the blonde girl sneered. They all grew silent wanting his transformation but Madara just stood there trembling from the pain. As expected the man punch him again, right to the temple cutting it open. Blood trickled down from his forehead and he stiffened feeling the warm blood trail down his face.
"Do as she says!" the big man snapped.
"I don't have-"
"Don't bullshit" he spat.
"I'm not" Madara defended.
He could almost feel the anger dripping from each one. Madara could taste the blood in his mouth and gathered it all together before spitting it into the man's face. He felt satisfaction from the brave action but he instantly regretted it. The man's hand found their position on his neck and begun to squeeze. He gasped as the pressure increased around his throat blocking his windpipes.
"You dirty disgusting animal"
Madara winced as other insults were thrown at him. Words were stolen from him as he lost the ability to speak and breath. The man's face was inches from him and he could feel the hot breath on his face, making the moment more sickening.
"O-off!" was the only word he could stumble out.
"Shows us your fangs" the blonde girl ordered despite it all. "Show us your real eyes"
Madara shook his head to the best of his ability. Blood was pounding in his ears and he could no longer hear the people around him clearly anymore. Faint sounds of laughter and more insults were hardly audible. He was still rendered from breathing and moving. His face was throbbing from the abuse and his abdomen felt fractured. He felt his eyes burning.
He was choking and the terrible sensations in his eyes burnt. He felt his instinct coming in to protect him. Slowly Madara's red eyes opened, stunning all the group members. His eyes were a dark flashing red, frightening and deadly. His teeth extended to their fullest. Madara hissed struggling against his bonds. His sudden transformation initially shocked the humans yet they didn't back down. Madara cried as he was punched relentlessly into the wall. He was becoming more bloody and sure of his death.
Suddenly Madara dropped to the floor, painfully twisting his limbs. His vision was blurred as he lay on the floor, bleeding. The people around him seemed to be fighting someone else but the conflict didn't last too long. He watched painfully as all five people scattered. A blurry unknown figure approached him and he couldn't make out the person's appearance. Before he passed out, he felt warm arms around him lifting him from the cold floor that was supposed to be his deathbed.
...
Hashirama's angry eyes watched intently as the group scattered away. He made sure they wouldn't come back and quickly turned his attention to the fallen man. The raven man lay on his front, cheek pressed against the cool pavement. The brunette knelt down beside him, gathering the man gently into his arms. He turned him over to examine the damage. Suddenly Hashirama's brown eyes widened. Brown eyes met with distant red glowing orbs. The brunette stared in shock at the death colored eyes. The redness matched to the red blotches on the pale man's face.
The man was gasping for oxygen, trembling in his hold. Hashirama caught a good glance at the sharp fangs. Realization hit him. He had just saved a vampire. He was shocked by the idea but unexpectedly, he moved his palm to brush away the strands of dark hair from the vampire's face. He caressed his bloodied cheek, flicking away the red droplets. The vampire was cold and Hashirama felt his heart weep. He had done well to survive against a group of angry humans. Hashirama felt the vampire go limp in his hold, losing consciousness. With ease Hashirama stood himself up, picking up the vampire along with him. He held the smaller man carefully and left the dark, bloody corner.
He had easily come to terms that he saved a vampire. It felt so right and he wasn't scared the slightest bit. Hashirama had never came into knowingly contact with a vampire, but he was always fascinated by vampires. Some of the vampires were vicious and acted on instinct but majority decided the blend in with humans without causing a lot of trouble. He didn't know how this vampire would react but strangely enough he felt as he the man wasn't going to be a threat to him. Maybe it was his carefree and accepting spirit. It was a fairly long walk back to his own home but he made it in the end. The vampire was quite light which resided in his favor.
Gently Hashirama lowered the injured man onto his bed. The raven didn't stir much depicting how tired and beaten the poor man was. Hashirama had noticed a few bruises on the man's face and a gash on the side of his forehead where most of the blood leaked from. Hashirama had decided to strip the vampire of his cold and dirtied clothes. The Senju removed the man's overcoat and jeans. He had picked out one of his own shirts and covered the man. It was a maroon woolen shirt, designed for warmth.
The brunette left to fetch some towels and water. He returned with the desired items and sat on the chair next to the bed. He had addressed most of the man's wounds and cleaned the dried blood from his body. The vampire had begun to get a fever so he placed a cool towel on the man's forehead. He knew quite a lot of information about vampires himself. They are extremely vulnerable to fevers and they suffer quite bad from them.
Hashirama sat by the man's side, almost falling into a sleep himself. He was going to let the vampire sleep until he was ready to awake. It was a well known fact that vampires didn't sleep much during the night since it was their most active hours. The brunette found himself dozing off but noticed a stir in the corner of his eye. Hashirama turned to the vampire with sleepy eyes.
The first thing he felt was pain and numbness. Madara's eyes slowly opened, bringing himself awake from the trance. The vampire suddenly froze, not recognizing his environment. Before he had the chance to panic a voice was heard in the room.
"Don't fret vampire, your safe here" came a warm voice.
Madara jumped up from the bed and looking at the voice. A man with long brown hair and brown features sat beside him. He couldn't remember a lot from before and he wondered if this was one of the men who attacked him.
"How the hell am I safe here?" Madara asked, his voice cracking from the abuse beforehand. He hadn't meant to draw his fangs but a lot of the time, they acted on instinct. Madara backed away from the person. almost falling off the bed. The man seemed to look concern and desperate but it didn't calm him down.
"Those men who attack you before are long gone" the man explained. "I found you in the alley and brought you here to my home"
Madara's eyes narrowed. Was this man crazy?
"So you bring a vampire into your home?" Madara asked, suspicious that the man may have another motive. The question did catch the human off guard as if he hadn't even asked himself that question.
"You... were hurt" was his short reply. Madara was about to curse at this man before he noticed the bowl of water next to the bed and the wet towel that was beside the pillow. His red eyes widened slightly, slowly moving a hand to touch his wet forehead. The moisture from the towel collected on his fingers and he looked at it. Madara looked at the man sitting next to the bed on a stool.
Madara wasn't sure what to do. This man might not been a threat but why else would he try to help him? The brown haired male seemed to catch onto his dilemma and shifted into a more comfortable position smiling.
"How are you feeling" the human asked. Madara just stared at him dumbfounded. He was slightly annoyed, he hated being at a loss of words. His mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. He was still skeptical and worried. "My name is Hashirama Senju" the other tried. Madara glared as the other man extended his hand.
"Madara Uchiha..." Madara replied staring at the hand. He took a moment to realize Hashirama wanted to shake his hand. He had witnessed humans shaking hands as a greeting gesture. His own pale hand reached out to took the humans'. He had never shook someone's hand before and Hashirama just chuckled at the other's confusion. The brunette made a movement, reaching out to grab the fallen towel.
"You should lie back down, you're still unwell" Hashirama explained. Madara would have protested but he suddenly felt the heat he was ignoring before. It made him feel slightly dizzy with a small migraine. The vampire slowly relax and allowed himself to fall back onto the bed. The other male just smiled, putting the cool towel on his forehead again. Madarafelt himself dozing off, his vision slowly disappearing as his eyes dropped.
...
Hashirama took a sip of water from his glass. He constantly went to check on the vampire, finding the raven still asleep on his bed. He might be waking up soon and Hashirama turned to look outside the window. The sun was beginning to rise, signalizing that the morning was on its way. Hashirama filled some water for his guest unsure if vampires needed water. With that he returned back to the sleeping raven, putting the water beside the bed. He took his respective seat by the bed and watched the sleeping man. He had been out for almost three hours now and Hashirama was beginning to worry.
The vampire seemed to be getting worse. The vampire's skin grew to a sickening flushed pale and his eye bags grew more prominent. It look like the man was shriveling away to nothing. The sickness almost made him appear skinner to an unhealthily state. The man's face expression was disturbed even in his sleep. His face was scrunched and occasionally he would wince, tossing and turning. The Senju begun to consider the option of waking him up but fortunately he didn't have to.
The vampire woke with a start as if he had just suffered a nightmare. The red eyes were full with alarm and quickly scanned his surroundings. He seemed to calm down slightly, sitting up and rubbing his forehead.
"Hey, you don't look too good" Hashirama stated with a concern voice. He moved quickly to pick up the water and offered it to the vampire. "I brought you some water"
"I don't drink water" the raven groaned. He moved a pale hand to his throat massaging it gently. It took Hashirama a minute to understand before his eyes met with the vampire. Madara looked at him knowingly.
"Do... you need to feed?" Hashirama asked, already having the answer. Madara tried to reply but his throat was too dry to form a complete sentence so he just nodded. Without thinking about consequences Hashirama moved closer to the vampire. It was a old habit of his, making decision before correctly thinking them out. Madara's eyes followed him questioningly as the Senju moved the hair from his neck. "Here"
"C-crazy?!" It was meant to be a question but that was all he could choke out. The older man just gave him a big smile.
"Just promise you don't kill me" he said as if it were nothing.
Madara wanted to yell at the man, berate him for being such a careless fool. What prey willingly offers themselves to a predator. Madara's eyes stared at the neck, need and want filling him completely. He could smell the other's blood and it was so tempting. He had never directly fed off a human before. He hesitated but the scent was dragging him in. It was alluring. Madara's eyes narrowed trying to hold himself back. Hashirama moved a hand around the vampire to pull him closer.
The vampire tensed from the contact about to push the other away when he was mere inches from the broad neck. Madara gulped slightly staring with unsure and strained eyes.
"Come on" Hashirama whispered so lightly.
The Uchiha suddenly lost his will to hold back and moved forward. He buried his face into the Senju's neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent. His own hands reached to grab Hashirama by his shoulders and his neck, to hold him gently so he wouldn't pull away. Madara's lips slowly parted and his fangs extended to their natural length. He felt his heart beating, craving for its source of energy and life. Madara opened his mouth wider and stuck his teeth into the Senju.
Hashirama didn't even flinch but merely pulled the vampire closer in. Madara felt his teeth become embedded within the other's flesh and blood began to flow into his mouth. The vampire was trembling in his hold, and he felt empathy for the young man. He was about to burst, biting down harder and sucking. The metallic liquid easily slid down his throat, hydrating the vampire. The taste of a human's blood was satisfying but Hashirama's blood was amazing. He wanted to cling to the tanned male and suck out every last drop of his blood. The raven felt himself trembling filling himself up with the other's essence.
The Uchiha forced himself to pull back from the Senju remembering the other's words. Madara's eyes lit up and look to see Hashirama's expression. He almost expected the other to be mad and disgusted with him but he was met with a peaceful and happy expression. Hashirama smiled at the vampire eternally grateful he could help Madara. Hashirama noticed Madara's red eyes seemed to glow now, and his skin looked much more healthy and beautiful. He had never come face to face with a vampire but he could only describe it as perfection. Despite the long, dangerous fangs, he still looked like a trinity of beauty. It was odd to feel attraction towards a vampire. A red trail of blood dripped from Madara's lips and Hashirama moved a hand to clean it off his chin.
Madara was licking the blood from his teeth and gums. It was such a delicious blood and he craved more. Suddenly Hashirama's hand flicked along his chin, Madara tensed. The soft fingers caressed along his features wiping away the excess blood. The vampire slowly inched away from him and Hashirama took the point.
"Are you feeling any better?"
"Very much..." Madara looked at the Senju, still unsure of the other. "Thank you" was his late reply.
Hashirama just laughed happily shaking it off. Madara sat silent for a bit. He had been here surely for a few hours. His father back home must of realized he was gone now. He had snuck off without telling his father and no doubt Tajima was going to be in a furious rage. The vampire slumped at the thought of returning to the cage that is his home. He had made sure that he was just far enough so his father could not track his scent down and trace him. Madara looked at the brunette.
"What position is the sun?" he asked. Hashirama looked at him questioningly.
"What do you mean? Oh you mean what is the time?" Madara just nodded. This Hashirama seemed like a fool, foolish and stupid. "It's around 8 in the morning?"
"Hmm" Madara mumbled.
"Why what's wrong?"
"I have to get home" Madara explained.
"And you can't because of the sun...?" Hashirama asked knowingly. Madara nodded, guessing he wasn't that stupid after all. "Well you are welcome to stay here as long as you wish"
...
This was bad. He was going to have to stay here until the sun died down. His father is surely going to punish him for this. Madara bit his lip, staring at the fabric of the couch, his fingers slightly toying with the material. Luckily he was far enough from the mansion that Tajima could not trace his scent. He didn't want to put this kind man in danger for helping him. Madara rubbed the side of his face as a numbing pain filled his cheek. He hasn't recovered from the abuse yet and hopefully he hadn't any scars or bruises. He was slightly dozing off, feeling a little tired. He would normally sleep during these hours.
Slight footsteps behind him caught his attention and he turned to look at the intruder. Hashirama came around the couch and sat next to him. Madara looked at the objects he was holding. It looked to be a container and a hand mirror.
"You look tired" Hashirama pointed out. Madara ignored his statement, his attention to the items Hashirama had.
"What's that?" Hashirama smiled holding out the container to him and Madara just looked at his dumbfounded.
"It's Hirudoid cream, use it on your bruises" Madara took the cream and Hashirama handed him the mirror. Hashirama relaxed on the couch, watching the vampire.
Madara opened the container, twisting the cap off. The clear gel sat in its undisturbed state. The vampire then lifted the mirror to look at himself. The reflection showed the back of the wall, passing right through him, as if he never existed. Madara's eyes softened, dropping the mirror onto the couch.
"What's wrong?" Hashirama asked with concern.
"I... can't" Madara murmured.
"Why?"
"I can't see my reflection"
"Oh..." Hashirama said. Madara's eyes dropped slowly as he saddened. "Oh well, I can do it for you" Hashirama said, his usual tone of enthusiasm.
"What?"
Hashirama took the cream from the vampire and dipped his fingers into the warm gel. He moved closer to the raven but Madara just scurried to the end of the couch. Hashirama didn't become detoured and just shuffled closer to him, leaning over the vampire. Madara's eyes were wide. They were charcoal colored eyes, the mask color for vampires.
"Here, stay still"
Madara was about to protest when Hashirama's finger touched against his face, ever so lightly. Madara gasped, feeling the gel warm up on his skin, heating it. Hashirama's fingers rubbed on his cheekbones, massaging in the cream. The raven just tensed, somewhat allowing Hashirama to rub the cream on the bruises he couldn't see.
"It's inflammatory gel, so it's going to burn just slightly" Hashirama warned. Madara just swallowed, nodding slightly. The presence of being this close to a human petrified him because of the hate between humans and vampires but being this man Hashirama, he didn't inch away.
Hashirama scanned the vampire's face. It was easily to find all the bruises, even the fading ones because of the pale skin. He had a cut on his forehead, two big bruises on his cheekbone and a fading black eye. Hashirama nudged Madara to close his eyes so he could rub the gel over the black patch on his eye lid. He knew the vampire was frightened by his presence and he didn't expected anything less. He was beaten by humans and probably never in direct human contact. Madara only closed one of his eyes so he could keep from being completely vulnerable in front of Hashirama so if the human made a sudden attack he could fend him off.
"I'm not going to hurt you Madara" Hashirama informed gently caressing Madara's face with his clean hand. The vampire didn't say anything, probably unbelieving of his words. It hurt to have someone distrust him so much since he truly did want help this man. Once Hashirama covered each bruise with the healing cream and backed off just a bit, letting the other sit up straight.
"When will you be leaving?"
"As soon as the moon rises"
Hashirama felt himself saddened at the words and he wasn't entirely sure why. Perhaps he felt a need to continue helping the vampire. He just an understanding nod. He wished to ask the other if they would be seeing each other in the future but he preferred to keep it to himself. Hashirama stood up from the couch, giving the vampire some space. He left the vampire in his lounge room, moving off. Luckily he had been free of work today.
Hashirama returned to the lounge room, scanning for the vampire. His eyes came to a stop when he saw the boy laying on the couch, breathing slowly. Hashirama smiled to himself, moving carefully over to the sleeping vampire. The raven was laying on his side, taking swallow breathe in his sleep. He had looked tired before so Hashirama found it acceptable. He kneeled before the man, contemplating slightly. He wondered about moving the vampire into a more comfortable place or to leave him in peace. He decided on the latter.
The tanned male slowly placed a hand on the vampire, somewhat weary of the potential dangerous predator. The raven didn't stir and Hashirama slid his hands around the other. Without much hesitation he lifted the vampire, bridal style and carried him to his room. Were all vampires deep sleepers during the day or was it because of the rough night he had? Hashirama carried Madara upstairs and into his own bedroom. The Senju gently lowered Madara onto the bed, moving the sheets to cover the boy. He smiled at the vampire's peacefulness and a job well done.
...
The large gates creaked as the slid open on their own accord. The dark fencing granted him access and Madara hesitantly stepped in. He walked the long path surrounded by dark shrubs and trees.
The doors creaked open, and he stepped into his home. Instantly Madara was swarmed by a man, dressed in a black suit.
"Madara! Your father-" spoke the butler. Sebastian was a tall skinny vampire, who tended to most of the house work and served as his father's loyal servant.
"Madara!" Bellowed a deep voice.
Both the vampires turned to face the firm knowingly voice. Dark eyes glared at them, Tajima approaching them angrily. His father was a rather large man with dark raven locks falling to his shoulders, similar to Madara's own. Unlike his son though, Tajima hardly masked his true features, blood red eyes glowing and fangs extended whenever he asserted himself. A true immortal vampire.
Madara turned to face his father, with silently concerned eyes. Tajima just glared down at him before looking at Sebastian.
"Excuse us" Tajima ordered. The butler nodded, fulfilling his request. Tajima was silent until they both were alone, standing in the dark marble room.
"I know what you're going to say" Madara quickly stated, hopefully he wouldn't have to put up with another possible lecture. Strangely enough, Tajima stood there silently, his red eyes burning into him. The pale hand of his father reached out, grasping his face softly. The young vampire was confused for a moment before realizing what was going on. The bruises...
"Who did this..." came the dark response. Madara quickly pulled away from his father, feeling slightly ashamed under the man's gaze. Before he had the chance to retreat, Tajima grabbed him, pulling him towards him.
Madara knew it was best not to fight against his father, but that didn't mean he was happy with complying. Tajima used his other hand to brush the hair away from Madara's neck, glaring at the flesh. Many bite marks -faded and recent- resided on the pale neck. The older man didn't hesitate to once again sink his fangs into the flesh of his son. Madara gasp out loudly, unable to struggle in his father's firm grasp so he resorted to clinging to the other man.
Tajima felt the warm liquid flow into his mouth, but he didn't focus on the vampire blood. His mind was racing, becoming flooded with Madara's memories. A special ability he possessed to himself, allowing him to see the memories of whom he bites. As the blood poured into his mouth, so did the images of his son being chased into a corner and...
Tajima pulled back with a growl, blood dribbling from his lip. Madara could see the fury flashing through those dangerous red orbs. A dark possessiveness Tajima held for him, for his last son.
"Get to your room." was his only words. Madara's own eyes narrowed to his defense but before he had the chance to retaliate, Sebastian came marching in. The butler gave Madara a sharp warning before nudging him to start walking. The young vampire glared slightly before doing as he was told and left for the stairs. Sebastian waited till Madara's presence was gone before speaking to his master.
"Sir..." Sebastian tried. Tajima's eyes acknowledged him, before turning.
"Keep an eye on Madara" Tajima ordered, a sentence he used way too often. The butler nodded quickly, happily obliging to his lord's wishes.
Sebastian knew it was futile to place his input. It was obvious where Tajima was heading now, and he didn't detour the powerful immortal, instead reaching out to hand him his large dark coat.
"Will you be back for supper?"
"Of course"
The raven haired reached for his large coat on the rack before covering himself. Sebastian moved to open the door for his master, bowing his farewells and a safe trip.
Madara could hear the mutters of his father and Sebastian downstairs but he didn't focus on the voices. He sat on the large bed in his room, staring at the walls with tired eyes. The vampire sat in silence until soft steps were heard just away from his door. Madara turned his head to the door as someone on the other side knocked on the mahogany wood. Slowly the door creaked open and Sebastian crept into his room silently, giving him a poor smile.
"Madara" he called out softly to the younger. Madara just shook his head in annoyance, turning away from the intruder. The butler moved across the wooden planks to meet his young master, tapping the vacant spot on the bed next to him. "May I?" he asked politely, as he always did.
"Ok" Madara mumbled, disregarding the older man. Sebastian just gave him a weak smile.
"Don't beat yourself up Madara, he just wants to protect you. Don't hold your father's love against him" Sebastian explained softly. Despite the older man's wise words, Madara only became more agitated.
"He goes about it the wrong way" Madara debated, crossing his arms.
"He only has you left, he blames himself for not being able to protect your mother and your four brother's. Its hard on him and he just wants to keep you safe." The butler smiled, moving to brush Madara's hair from his face. Madara took a deep breath deciding to allow himself to calm down, Sebastian always had a knack for settling his mind.
"I know" were Madara's last words. It was pointless arguing about this so it would be best left in the dust.
It had been far too long Madara concluded, since he felt the moonlit rays against his skin. Even when he had laid out in the courtyard outside the mansion, he hadn't felt like this besides there were far too many trees that obscured the view of the sky. He was walking the busy streets of Konoha through the market area passing many stores of different products and services. The vampire came to a stop at a electronic store. He peered through the glass watching as the people inside purchased their items. Despite the darkness over Konoha many people were out at this time, socializing and shopping. It was peak hour.
Madara was about to move on when he noticed a scene on one of the many television sets. He quickly moved into the store and walking up to the TV to see the news report that was on at this time.
"Police officials are encouraging anyone who came into contact with these three individuals adults just last week to come forward. The three victims were murdered abruptly by a vampire, their bodies stashed into a dark alley." The reporter informed and three images of the victims faces before they were killed. Madara's eyes widened noticing the faces immediately; the group that had attack him just a week ago a now they were dead. The vampire bit his lip, his thoughts drifting to his father who was the obvious suspect. "Police will continue the search for the killer and contact the force if you have any more information on the victims."
Madara stood frozen in realization, fear consuming him. He never expected that his father would have hunted them down and killed them for vengeance. The vampire felt an unknown presence inside of him and the sound of the TV reporter continued.
"The Elimination Corps have moved its sights over to the country of fire as the most vampire activity resides here. We have the vice president of the organization Hideki Yoshida here with us tonight" Madara watched as a middle aged man appeared on the screen and he began to address the camera. "I work as the vice president for the Elimination corps and we strive for humanities protection and survival. Vampires had become a much more dangerous threat to us and can no longer be ignored. Our organization have been given the legal right to capture vampires and dispose of them humanely so that they can no longer harm." Madara froze at that, staring in disbelief. He watched at the speaker Hideki turned to face the camera directly. "We will find the vampires and bring stability back to our society."
With that Madara stepped back away from the TV as the man continued to talk. He felt his heart slightly beat faster and he turned to look at the people in the store. He wasn't sure if was being paranoid but he felt eyes on him. The vampire quickly fled from the store, wanting to rid of the information he had just heard. He entered the busy streets, almost stumbling as he struggled to see through his blurry eyes; it was a bad idea coming back out here Madara concluded. He felt himself getting dizzy before suddenly he was forced to a stop.
Someone had placed their hand on his shoulder, causing him to freeze despite the touch being so gentle. Madara turned to see the smiling face of the brunette haired man he had met last week; Hashirama was it?
"Madara!" the name slid off the man's mouth fluently as if he had pronounced the name for many years. The vampire was still in shock but he had managed to pull himself into reality and calmness. "It has been awhile, I wasn't sure if I was ever going to get to see you again"
"Yeah, I don't get out a lot" Madara admitted.
"Really? Well lucky I chose tonight to go for a stroll" Hashirama laughed lightly. The pale man felt himself begin to feel warm inside at the gentleness of the man, something he hadn't felt in so long; it was something he yearned for since being so shut off from social interactions because of his status. Madara found himself laughing along with the brunette haired man. "What are you doing out here by yourself anyway" Hashirama asked, hinting at their last meeting where Madara had gotten chased down.
"I was just enjoying what the city has to offer since I don't know when I can come out again" Madara explained.
"If it's a beautiful scene you're after, I can show you a very special place."
At that Madara's interest was piqued somewhat, curious as to what Hashirama was talking about. Hashirama turned to lead the way and Madara followed him through the crowds of people. They had come to the deserted area of the city and Hashirama guided him to a forest opening. The couple didn't have to walk too far until Hashirama came to a stop at a clearing. Large forest trees surrounded the clearing, a large crystal clear lake cut through the center and the moon looked down from above; the white rays created a perfect scene of harmony and calmness.
Madara gawked at the scene, unable to believe the beauty of this environment; Hashirama smiling at Madara's obvious curiosity and amazement.
"I used to come here when I was younger, my departed brothers usually accompanying me" Hashirama explained. Madara's eyes widened slightly, turning to face Hashirama who seemed to be reminiscing in those past memories. Departed? Did Hashirama lose his brother's as well? "We used to skip stones across this river to the other side."
Hashirama's voice was full of melancholy and it was something Madara could relate to; that numbing sensation that had wilted over time after losing someone so important, it was a feeling he knew too well. Madara's eyes casted downwards to the cold moist grass just beside the river until Hashirama's presence shifted.
"Hashirama?"
"Here..."
The vampire turned to face Hashirama confused, looking at the item Hashirama was holding onto. The tanned male held a small stone with a small smile. Madara was confused.
"Have a try"
Madara confusion didn't ease but he took the stone unsure of how to proceed. Hashirama bent down to pick up a stone for himself to demonstrate for the vampire. He showed Madara to hold the stone in a tilted position before launching the stone across the water's surface having it glide across the river making it completely to the other side. Hashirama stepped back in all his profession glory, smiling. Madara felt a little intimated by the display knowing he was unable to match that but he didn't allow that to surface. Madara never backed out of a competition, no matter how friendly it seemed. The vampire held the stone at an angle and using his strength he tossed the stone much like Hashirama did and the stone went skipping across the water. The stone made it halfway across the river before it slowed down and sunk into the water.
"You should aim a little higher when you throw, that's how you get the knack of it" Hashirama explained with a cheeky look. Madara's eyes narrowed, pouting angrily.
"I know that. If I really want it , it will get there" Madara explained shortly, becoming slightly defensive and Hashirama just had to laugh. Madara kind of reminded him of Kawarama.
"Of course it will Madara"
Madara chose that moment to end the conversation about his ability to throw a rock across the river by moving closer to the river. It truly was a beautiful place though. The river was moving slowly, almost coming to a complete stop and the water's clear surface reflected the light of the moon off it creating a peaceful setting. Everything almost seemed to pause as if they were locked in a dream. The grass beneath them was moist and cold, with a few extra scattered leaves on the floor left over from spring.
Hashirama's eyes followed Madara's form and he couldn't help but think of his brother's in such a way that he felt happy, a strange feeling that put a small smile on his face. He hadn't come to the river since he was a young boy, when Itama was alive. As young boys, Itama and Kawarama always joined him down here -Tobirama was never into such things and preferred to stay elsewhere- where they would speak about their dreams and ideals. Coming back here wasn't such a bad thing and his nostalgia had decreased somehow, maybe because of Madara's presence.
Madara turned to face Hashirama and notice the other male was staring at him as if he was caught in some trance or lost in memories but Madara took no consideration into it.
"I can see why you came here" Madara stated honestly.
"Do you want to bathe?" Hashirama asked out of the blue. Madara gave him a curious look, than glanced back to the water.
"Yeah sure"
With that being said, both men began to undress, discarding their clothes carelessly onto the floor and perfect skin was revealed to the moon. Hashirama was first in the water and Madara kicked off his jeans and underwear before moving to get into the water. The first initial temperature was freezing but his body accommodated to the temperatures quickly making it seem much warmer. It was a good idea since the water was proven to be even more perfect as it cleansed his body, relaxing all his muscles.
Hashirama turned to face him giving a warm smile and Madara finally smiled back in its fullest. The water reached to their sculptured chests covering the most inappropriate parts sufficiently. Hashirama swam closer to Madara making ripples in the water.
"Not too cold is it?" Hashirama asked.
"Just a bit" Madara laughed.
"Here" Hashirama said and held out his hand.
Madara's eyes widened slightly, staring at the offered hand. He was a bit taken back but it made him grow warm inside. He wasn't sure if it were Hashirama's chocolate painted eyes that were so alluring or his perfect face that was sculptured by the gods of heaven. His cheekbones were defined and he had a firm jaw line combine with Hashirama's peacefulness. The man had a gentle spirit and Madara was sure he hadn't injured a man or animal in his entire life. Madara didn't understand why his body acted out of instinct but his own pale hand took Hashirama's into his own.
Once Madara's hand was in his own, a bright smile crossed Hashirama's features. He pulled Madara closer to him, the water parting for the movements of their two bodies. Hashirama moved closer to the river's edge, placing Madara's body between his own and the river's wall. Both bodies fit perfectly together, as if the final piece had been added to the puzzle. Hashirama pressed his own body to Madara's offering warmth to the vampire. His arms wrapped around Madara's waist and he buried his face into the crook of Madara's neck, the raven locks tickling his face slightly.
Inside uncertainty resided in Madara, not the fact that he was afraid of Hashirama or didn't trust him but feared his own inexperience with humans. He didn't want to screw anything up and end up ruining the only relationship he will get. Hashirama made him nervous that he would eventually chase Hashirama off.
Slowly, Madara's arms wrapped loosely around Hashirama's neck, embracing the other gently. He had never had this type of interaction but he was following the sudden impulse that was arising in him. Maybe humans and vampires weren't so different. He took in Hashirama scent and could smell the cologne that definitely suit him very well. Never before had he felt so warm and happy and it was all because of Hashirama.
Limbs intertwined together loosely with soft breathing and peaceful minds. Their bodies fit perfectly in harmony and both felt a part inside them that had been missing for a long time. Hashirama had been able to glance at Madara's neck, kind of taken aback by the bite marks that scarred his skin. Old and new marks littered his neck which peaked his curiosity but now was not the time it bring it up
The night had passed slowly but surely and the two had to leave. It was impossible for them to spend the night together here since Hashirama had to get home and work in the morning while Madara had to get home before his father returned. Both exited the water and dressed quickly and Hashirama led the way back to the city. They walked through the city in a comfortable silence that fit the night's tone.
"I'll walk you to your house" Hashirama offered with no chance of a decline. He wasn't going to let Madara walk home by himself since he had gotten into a bunch last time. Madara nodded acceptingly and the two strode the dark quiet streets. Hashirama didn't expect Madara's house to be so stereotypical as he came to a place with large dark gates. He peered inside and noticed a large house that looked like a mansion but it was much more clean and normal to be considered a haunted house; the vampire must be of a rich family.
They came to a stop by the large gates and turned to each other.
"When will I see you again" Hashirama asked, not wishing to leave his friend.
"I'll come by tomorrow" Madara said without thinking it through.
"Great" Hashirama said with a bright smile. The tanned man desperately wanted to stay with Madara but he knew of the precautions they had to take so he decided on the best options. He moved closer to Madara opening his arms for an embrace. Madara moved forward acceptingly and wrapped his arms around Hashirama. The tanned male dearly wanted to kiss Madara but he didn't want to push things into an unsettling pace and he wanted to allow Madara the chance to take in everything that's happened so far.
He gave Madara a parting hug before leaving Madara, walking back to his own house that was quite far from here. Madara watched Hashirama go and then opened his gates and snuck back into his house.
He had to thank Sebastian for the best night he had had in a long time.
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