Mysterious Trespasser

Once again he had drown his sorrows at the local night club where other creatures of the night had gathered, mingled among the human idiots who had not even a sneaking suspicion as to who and what were milling around them. They didn't see nor did they sense that they were being watched, preyed upon, hunted by what was thought by most to be purely fictional.

He slammed his glass down, calling out to the bartender, "Pour me another!" No bartender here ever refused his request for a drink, they'd learned some time ago, or had heard the rumors that it was in their best interest not to even suggest he'd had enough.

With a refilled glass in hand, he stood up, slightly swaying as he made his way toward the dance floor. 'Stupid humans,' he grumbled inwardly, recalling that just that morning his long time friend, Usami Akihiko had gained a blood pet. He'd as yet to be introduced to the boy, a human, he scorned as he sipped from his glass, brows furrowed unsmiling.

Year after year, decade after decade, century after century he had yearned for Akihiko, loved him with an all consuming passion that had never yet been abated. He never took other creatures of the night as lovers of the moment. His one-night stands, if one could call them that, were with the pathetic humans. Rare though that was, for he more often than not kept himself horrendously busy, till he absolutely had to sleep.

None of them had ever finished, for in his drunken stupors, when he did manage to take or be taken somewhere, half-way through the so called foreplay out came the fangs and out went the human - forever. Which left him as frustrated as hell, for when they were drained of their blood their usefulness ended for they became flaccid and so he could not use them. Still he wasn't into necrophilia, ironic if one were to think long enough about it.

As he had only finally come to realize, because he had never once broached the subject, Akihiko was lost to him and it was all due to his falling for some pathetic little human. 'How could he!' He felt his eyes sting with unshed tears as he shot back the rest of his drink, slamming it down onto an empty table. At least, he had thought it was empty in the dimly lit corner, hidden from the rest of the room.

Sliding into the seat, after having bumped into several people on the dance floor unapologetically, he bent his head. It seemed those whom he had brushed past were either unfazed, didn't care or knew about him and his habit of throwing random objects, usually books from seemingly out of nowhere, at people.

From the corner of the booth, someone lifted their head, causing the leaves of the surrounding decorative foliage to rustle.

Hiroki's head shot up at the sound, having thought the table was empty, that he was alone to wallow in self-pity. Quickly he scrubbed the back of his fist over his eyes. He hated anyone to see his weakness, what some might call vulnerability. He was a man though, despised himself for crying, especially when someone else could see him during his all time low point. 'I'll just blame it on the alcohol.' At that he felt the slightest bit at ease, until a hand snaked out and caught his, bringing his body up against a muscular wall.

His brown eyes widened as he gazed up into ocean blue eyes, "What the hell do you think you're doing!" As he asked that question, two strong arms wrapped around him, one large hand holding him by the back of his head. 'His hands...' for just a moment his eyes fluttered closed.

"Giving you a hug, you looked like you needed one,"

His eyes snapped open and he growled, shoving the young man away, "What the fuck, I'm not some little kid in need of comforting!"

"But you were crying, I'm worried. Why were you so sad?"

"It's none of your business!" He shot up in his seat, he'd already paid for all his drinks and had left a tip at the counter where the bartender continued to work. Turning, he stormed toward the door, his previous mood had only worsened because of that damn brat of a human. He had no idea how wrong he was on the human part, but not even the so called brat in question knew the truth either.

When he heard footfalls behind him, he swung around, seeing that it was themortal from before he glared, "What is it!"

"I just thought-"

"Leave me alone!" he yelled, a couple of people turning to look at them. Not wanting the attention he opened the door and stepped out into the cold night air. He didn't expect the brat to follow him outside but he did. They walked in silence for a few blocks until Hiroki turned to yell at him again. But, there was just something about him… So, instead of snapping at him, he simply asked, "What do you want?"

"I want to make sure you're okay. You seemed upset earlier…"

"This has nothing to do with you so just go away!"

"You've had too much to drink, haven't you? You were staggering a bit before."

"I don't need a babysitter; get out of here, punk!" Hiroki wished he had a book with him, this brat needed a good thump on the head, but it seemed he'd used the last one on stupid Miyagi.

Turning sharply away from the too tall man whose presence was unwanted, Hiroki continued toward home, but unfortunately the brat kept following him. His lips pinched as his brows furrowed further in agitation. He could literally hear him getting closer - too close.

Just when he'd reached the staircase leading up to his apartment, he blinked, swaying slightly. It was at that moment he felt large hands grip his waist to keep him from collapsing to the ground.

He did not however appreciate it as he growled, "Get your fucking hands off me!" Hiroki tried to push the giant oafs hands off and to run up the stairs, but the man was strong, stronger than a human should be against one like himself. It shouldn't even matter if he was so drunk that he couldn't even walk straight without fumbling. "Go find someone else to bother!"

Hiroki was spun around so that he was gazing up into eyes as deep a blue as the oceans, while the man who'd been hounding him at the heel replied in a deep serious voice, "You're the one I want."

At that russet eyes widened, mouth parted slightly, before forcefully pulling out of the strange dark haired mans hold. He turned to stomp up the steps, even though the unknown man continued to follow him much to the older males agitation.

As he fumbled in his coat pocket for his keys the man who'd followed him all the way from the bar several blocks grabbed a hold of his arm.

"I don't think its safe for you to be alone after consuming so much alcohol."

Had looks alone been able to kill, then surely the blue eyed annoyance would have dropped dead at the deathly glare which cinnamon brown eyes directed at him. "Knock it off, before I get seriously angry!" Not that he wasn't already upset, but it was getting to exploding point. He didn't need some stranger to try taking care of him like he was incapable of seeing to his own safety.

However the man leaned in, gazing at him intently, "Go right ahead," which Hiroki didn't find amusing in the least. Putting the key in the door as he brought it out he opened the door and went through, slamming it shut. He didn't think the idiot would be that much of a moron to hang around after he was inside.

With a sigh he dropped the key onto the stand next to the door, it made a small clank as he shrugged out of his jacket, sinking into the couch a few feet away as he took a deep breath trying to calm down.

The next morning as the brunette slept uneasily upon his mattress, within the room where no window existed, soft electrical candlelight flickering. He was unaware of another presence that had somehow managed to get inside his apartment.

Even as he slept through the daylight hours, something was calling to him. It were as though his body was still tuned into the environment around him. And, it claimed, something was very wrong. However, Hiroki was having a fitful night and anyway, he convinced himself unconsciously that it was alright. The odds of a slayer coming after him during the day were low. Surely, he was safe.

Hiroki awoke with a slight headache. A figure beside his bed hazed into view and for a brief moment, he wondered where he was. As his vision cleared, he recognized the man who'd followed him home the night before.

"What the hell are you doing-"

"I made you dinner," the man said, cutting him off. Hiroki glared at him, just who the heck did this kid think he was? Regardless, he got up and followed the aggravating brat to his kitchen. As a creature of the night, Hiroki rarely ate human food. However, in front of a human, he felt obligated to… Even though Ramen wasn't his favorite thing in the world.

"You know, your fridge was about empty."

Hiroki practically choked on the noodles he'd been trying to swallow. The brat had gone through his fridge? And what? Did he just think those pitchers of blood contained fruit punch?

"I bought you some stuff with my own money; you don't have to worry about it," he continued, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

"You can take it with you when you leave." Hiroki growled, "You do plan on leaving soon, correct?"

He blinked as though the thought had never occurred to him. In truth, it hadn't. However, Nowaki wasn't sure just what he was doing there anyway. He could vaguely remember how he'd gotten into this man's apartment, and yet the reasons had seemed so clear...

"I guess so," he said, wondering why part of him was screaming to stay where he was.

"Good," Hiroki replied, going back to the food. It was actually pretty good, as far as human food went.

"Hey, I don't think I introduced myself before. I'm Nowaki Kusama."

Hiroki introduced himself as well, though he didn't appreciate the casual way Nowaki was speaking to him. This guy had broken into his home, disrupted his peace and now, they were eating and calling each other by name. It was insanity.

"Should I call you Hiro-san, then?" Nowaki asked. It was probably the most polite thing he'd done all day.

"Yeah," Hiroki replied, glancing at the kitchen clock. He would have to return to the university shortly. Actually, that was a pretty good excuse for getting this Nowaki brat out of his apartment. He stood up from the table and said, curtly, "Well, I have work tonight. It'd be best if you left so I could get ready."

"You work this late?" Nowaki asked, surprised. Then again, that did explain why Hiroki slept all day… He probably ate there too, seeing as the fridge was as barren as a desert.

"Yes, now if you don't mind, I'd like to get ready… Alone." He said, crossing his arms.

The giant of a man, and as Hiroki thought, a human, gazed at him from across the table where he continued to sit.

The creature of the night's brows furrowed further, the corners of his mouth dipping further down, causing creases to form as his frown deepened.

Finally ocean blue eyes gazed down at the table, sliding his chair back to stand. "I should clean this up first."

'Damn it! Why won't he just leave?'Wondered the very irritated and agitated brunette who just wanted the worthless human gone. Just becauseAkihikohad taken a human as his blood pet didn't mean he had to or would ever do the same.

As Akihiko's name reverberated through his thoughts, he felt as though a claw were wrapped around his heart, tearing it further asunder, for his first love, his only love had never returned his feelings. No, more than that, he had never made him aware of his feelings, out of pride and out of fear. Now there was nothing he could do to gain the affections he craved from the silver haired childhood friend of his, especially not in the event that Akihiko chose to turn the mortal whom he'd chosen to be his little blood pet.

Lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed the over-sized young man had crept up to him while his eyes were bleary and cast toward the tile of his small kitchen. Although he blinked as a tear escaped the corner of his eye when white socked feet came into view.

Before he could even comprehend what was going on, large warm hands took a hold of his head either side of his face and tilted his head up to gaze down at him. Just as he was about to flail at the gigantic idiot, the dark head bent and he felt something wet and moist touch his cheek where the tear had trailed to and stopped short.

Briefly astounded, his body began to shake slightly as he lifted his hands to the taller mans shoulders and pushed him away, "What the fuck do you think you're doing!" He exclaimed, his breathing uneven.

Nowaki blinked, he'd been so compelled to touch the older man, to taste of his tears and take away his sadness. Yet as he touched the shorter male he'd felt warmth shoot through him, unlike anything he'd ever before experienced, had even felt stronger at the touch. Then when he had licked away Hiroki's tear, he didn't understand why, but he'd felt as though he'd gained even more power, and as though he'd had a tiny nibble of some energizing delicacy.

When he received no answer, finding a book left out on the counter of his kitchen and throwing it at the brat, "Just leave already so I can get ready for work!"

Nowaki's reflexes were quick, perhaps quicker than he himself had ever known them to be as he caught the book in his hand and spoke in a deeper voice than usual, "I'll go, but for Hiro-san, I'll be back."

Hiroki's jaw slackened as he watched the man leave, closing the door carefully behind him. It took a moment for his mind to process everything and then he threw his hands in the air and started throwing books at the door. "Damn brat, as if I'd let you come back here."

When he caught sight of the time he swore beneath his breath, quickly undressing and stepping into the shower that stood in his bathroom.

Lathering the soap onto the sponge, he felt the spray of hot water splash over his well toned, bare physique. Hiroki closed his eyes.

'Why did I feel so weak... when he touched me, when he licked that stupid tear from my face?'It irritated him to no end because he couldn't understand it. No one had ever been able to make him in the slightest bit weak, not even Akihiko, there was something very odd about Nowaki Kusama.

Once he'd rinsed off his body off and his hair out he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to briskly dry himself of the small beads of moisture that clung to his skin.

Hurriedly dressing, making sure that everything was in order after he brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his hair he ran out, lifting his brief case up and heading back to work.

For once it looked as though Professor Miyagi were actually doing his damn work instead of leaving it for him to do.

However as he was about to sit down at his desk, beneath his hands he felt it vibrating and no doubt it was all the professor's doing. Tonight he was so not in the mood for one of his annoying work superior's little pranks, not that he was ever in the mood for them anyway, but this was a bit too much.

Nowaki still had no idea as to how he'd come to be at Hiroki's place, especially not how he'd come to find himself inside the older man's home. He'd been taking a short nap before having to deal with the graveyard shift back at the hospital where he worked. Yet he'd felt compelled to stay, especially upon gazing down at the sleeping visage of the brunette he'd met at the bar the night before. He'd looked so utterly adorable and had instantly wanted to do something for him. At first he'd only wanted to make him dinner, but upon the discovery of a nearly empty fridge he'd decided to go out shopping for groceries. And even though Hiro-san had told him to take the groceries with him, he had not. It concerned him that the man probably didn't eat properly… Besides, he wondered just why there were pitchers filled of blood in the man's fridge.

As a doctor however, he'd seen cases where there were those who drank blood, because they were anemic or there was something else wrong. Although in truth they really should have had it through an intravenous tube as it was far more effective.

With a sigh, he stood in front of his locker at work and donned his white doctor's lab coat that reached past his knees.

He turned around as he heard his senpai call out to him, "Kusama-kun!" Tsumori-senpai's eyes were wide as he caught up to him, appearing to be slightly out of breath.

"W-what's the matter Senpai?"

"Last night, two of the children that were brought in to the morgue three days ago, their bodies have disappeared."

Frowning he asked, "Which two?"

"The two that both had puncture wounds on their necks, who were all but drained completely of their blood."

Nowaki's eyes widened as he took in this information. Who would want to take dead bodies? Sure, some people were into some pretty freaky stuff but it was still pretty disgusting. And, of all the bodies in the children's morgue, it had been the two mysterious puncture would victims whose deaths were still under investigation.

"Senpai... do you think the killers are trying to cover up their crime?"

"It's possible, but the puncture wounds didn't match up, even though there were only two small holes on both the boy and girl's necks and they were found one mile from each other."

"So then, there's more than one culprit we're dealing with, but how could only two small puncture wounds cause them to lose so much blood and there not be a trace of it left?"

"Well, for the superstitious, they'd say it was probably a vampire."

Nowaki frowned at Tsumori, "But vampires are fictional, even I know that."

"This coming from the man who couldn't wait to get his hands on the latest Twilight novel and movie?"

"Just because I enjoyed reading and watching it doesn't make me a believer," though he was starting to question the strange things that were happening in his own life that made no sense. "Besides that you and I are pediatricians, not investigators. The most we can do is answer any of the questions the morticians and investigators ask us," even if silently he wished there were more that he could do in order to prevent the senseless loss of life.

'Somehow, this just feels wrong,' Hiroki thought, pulling his hat further down on his forehead. He had just strolled into Busy Beaver where he fully intended to purchase new locks.

Although now, he wasn't so sure of himself.

'That human probably made copies of your key,' he told himself, 'There's nothing wrong with buying new locks.'

However, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was something women did. Often in order to keep a drunk husband at bay. But, of course, he was the only drunk involved in this little ordeal.

Sighing, he grabbed what he was looking for, along with a dead-bolt, and headed back toward the cashiers. However, the buzzing sound of wood being sawed in half stopped him dead in his tracks. He glanced to his right where, to his disbelief, he saw a dozen or so stakes being made. He felt his breath catch and he would have made quite the scene trying to escape, however the sudden terror ended a second later. He couldn't help but laugh at himself. A family was buying the stakes. A middle aged woman and a teenager he expected was her son. He could only see the boy from behind, but there was something familiar about him.

Hiroki shrugged it off. These two were just building a fence. There was nothing criminal about that.

He continued on his way, never giving the family a second glance.

NowakiStar: As always, it was a pleasure to write with Alexia. ^_^ Although, most of the chapter is her doing. Thank you's to all who review. I think I've responded to a couple, though I haven't been keeping track. Thanks, nonetheless. It means a lot to us both. (:

Alexia Featherchild: And it was yet again, quite wonderful working with NowakiStar. I think I've replied to everyone, but I'm not a hundred percent positive, but I too thank you for all your comments and any feedback. The next chapter will be Romantica. If you enjoyed this chapter or have any feedback you're willing to share with us, please review.