Love Hina - Tears of Blood
Tears of Blood[PG-13]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: Inspired by Blood Hina on fanfiction.net and offended that the otherwise brilliant Teriyaki Chicken used Kuei-jin instead of Kindred, here's my version of how Keitarou is turned into a vampire...
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou, Vampire - The Masquerade and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story are mine though, all mine. This series deals with unpleasant things, such as death, undeath and whatnot. If this disturbs you, don't read.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at http://hawksgalaxy.com or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
*** Previously, on 'Tears of Blood' ***
"What decision is that, Haruka-san?" he inquired and rubbed the back of his head were Haruka had slapped him as well as his forehead, which had unexpectedly banged against the wall again from the force of her blow.
"If you're going to run away and start a new life, or if you're going to attempt and reclaim your old one. And if it's the latter, how much you're going to tell the others." she replied, an omnious note in her voice as she waited for his reply.
*** Roll credits ***
Chapter Two:
"Run away?" Keitarou exclaimed and shook his head. "I can't do that, I have to go to... Oh... I can't go to Todai now, can I?" he asked with a stunned look on his face.
"Not in person, not in the daytime, no." Haruka replied.
"You could... Pretend to live far away. There is a distant studies option." Mutsumi suggested. "My father wanted me to use that and study at home, so that they could look after me and not have to worry so much." she added, still so much on the edge that her usual confusion was nowhere to be seen. "You could even... Live far away in actuality. You could... I could... Kei-kun could come and live with me, we could study together back at the island."
"Mutsumi-san..." Keitarou stuttered as the woman in question moved closer to him, standing so close that her breasts were bumping into him and her face was almost brushing against him. "Ahhh... Mutsumi-san... Ahh..."
"Keitarou, are you..." Naru inquired as she strode in through the door without knocking, comming to a screeching halt as she saw Keitarou in his shredded clothes and a flushed face, Mutsumi standing very close to him and Haruka overlooking it all with an impassive expression, her gun tucked away faster then the eye could have seen it.
"AH! Narusegawa, forgi..." he began, but didn't get any further then that.
"Forgive you? Have you done anything that you need to be forgiven for?" she instantly inquired, walking up towards him as he tried to scrambled away from Mutsumi, who fainted from all the excitement, knocking him over and landing on top of him, her face buried in his groin.
"Ah! Narusegawa, I didn't mean..." he tried, his face bright red, eyes larger then saucers and his hands held up in a feeble attempt to placate the now furious woman in front of him.
"Keitarou, you pervert!" she howled and yanked him up by his collar, spun him around and threw him straight through the wall, making another hole right next to the other one.
"I guess some things never change." Haruka mumbled to herself, a slight smile on her face as she turned around and left Naru to tend to the unconcious Mutsumi. She had business to attend to before it was too late, Keitarou would need blood, healing his injuries must have taken almost everything he had and until he was fed, he would experience some serious impulse-control-problems.
Fortunately, she knew just where to get it.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow." Keitarou groaned, raising his head above the surface of the water, then wished that he hadn't. Standing in front of the water, a towed wrapped around her body, was a soaked Aoyama Motoko. Her fists were clenched as she raised the right one to brush wet hair out of her face, so she could glare at him more efficiently. He swallowed nervousely and kept his gaze directed at her face, just her face, not any lower then her face, defenetively not at her chest. "Ahhh, Motoko-chan..." he started, searching furiously for the right thing to say, something which would keep him from getting pounded by her as well.
"Urashima..." she stated flatly, her fiery gaze searing him as he felt frozen to the spot. "Leave. Now." she added, pointing back over her shoulders and he instantly sprung into action, eager to do whatever he could to get away before she changed her mind.
"Yes!" he agreed and scrambled out of the water, hastily walking through the door and closing it behind him with with a relieved sigh.
"Keitarou!" a scream came from his right and he instantly dived to the floor, avoiding Suu's flying kick only to be struck in the face by a cumbersome face mask vielded by Sarah. He blinked several times to clear his vision, then looked up at the two of them.
"What?" he inquired, knowing that it wasn't any real point in getting mad at them. Suu wouldn't understand why he was upset over their funny game and Sarah would understand, but wouldn't pay it any heed.
"Keitarou missed dinner!" Suu declared, scaling the wall until she was hanging from the ceiling. "Shinobu made Kaolla Special Curry." she added and he saw how Sarah winced out of Suu's sight and he found himself nodding with sympathy. Suu had no doubt added some spices when Shinobu wasn't looking, since she though Shinobu's version of her dish was too tame.
"I wasn't hungry anyway." he replied as he stood up, brushing dust off his clothes, before he remembered just how torn up they were. He sighed, since moving to Hinata Sou, buying new clothes had become a more common occurance in his life. He couldn't even afford to buy porn any longer, because new clothes used up all his extra cash.
Which was probably just as well, since Sarah, Suu and Naru had an unpleasant knack for finding it, no matter where he tried to hide his precious magasines and valued tapes.
"Keitarou, why are you looking at me like that?" Suu inquired. "You look as if Naru was standing naked in front of you, holding a cold beer and a roasted chicken." she added and grinned happily. "Do you want to see my panties?"
"No!" he protested and turned around, blinking and rubbing his temples. He had been staring he realized, staring at her neck and imagining how fresh hot blood was flowing through her veins, wondering what it would taste like. "No, I'm just... Tired, yes, that's it. Tired." he added, then walked away, heading for his room.
"The Ronin is a pervert! Pervert! Pervert!" Sarah sing-songed, dancing in circles around him.
"Pervert, delicious?" Suu inquired, jumping from wall to wall.
"I need an asprin." Keitarou stated to the world in general. "Hello, Mitsune-san." he stated absently as he passed her in the corridor, trailed by Suu, Sarah and accusations of being a pervert.
"Kei-kun?" Mutsumi inquired as she came too, staring around herself and at the woman tending to her.
"He's... Ahh... Not here any longer." Naru replied, blushing and looking down at the floor for a moment.
"Ara?"
"I sort of... Threw him out of here." Naru explained and nodded at the holes in the wall. "Sorry about the wall, Mutsumi-san." she apologised, berating herself for her short temper and how easily she seemed to loose it these days.
"Ara, ara." Mutsumi sighed and smiled loopsidedly. "Naru-san must really like Kei-kun to care so deeply." she announced and stood up, back to her old self again. She walked over to the kitchen counter and cut a watermelon in half, nicking her thumb in the process. Then divided one of the halfs into managable slices which she placed on a place before she returned to Naru, offering the plate to her. She absently accepted a slice and Mutsumi sat down, taking a slice herself.
"Like that idiot? No way." she protested.
"Naru-san always says that, but behaves as if she does." Mutsumi debated with a goofy grin, taking a large bite out of her melon slice.
"I do not." she muttered sheepishly and dug into her slice with a venegance, hoping that Mutsumi would change the subject.
"Then Naru-san won't mind if Kei-kun moves out and goes back to live at my home?" Mutsumi inquired, causing Naru to choke on the melon, her eyes bulging out of their sockets.
Urashima Keitarou sat in his room, the lights unlit and the book on the table in front of him unopened. He was staring at nothing, hardly aware of his surroundings as he tried to process what had happened to him.
He had died.
He had been brought back to unlife.
He now fed on blood.
He was a vampire.
He couldn't go outside during the day.
He sighed, he was a monster. He had to go someplace far away, never see another human being and never endanger any of his friends by simply being what he was now.
He had made a promise.
He couldn't leave.
He loved Naru.
He loved this Inn and the people in it.
He. Had. Promised.
He sighed again, he was a monster, he had to go someplace far away, but he couldn't. He had to stay, he had to study and he *had* to get into Todai.
+knock+ +knock+ +knock+
The knocks were faint and Keitarou looked hopefully at the hole in the ceiling, hoping that it was Naru, but instead the door behind him opened and Haruka walked into the room.
"What is it, Old wo-..."
+thwack+
"What is it, Haruka-san?" he inquired as his aunt walked into the room, closing the door behind her. She looked around in the darkness, then flipped the light switch and sat down on the other side of the table from him, gazing impassively at him.
"Have you decided, Keitarou?" she asked him, her face and voice revealing nothing.
"I... I can't leave." he replied, clenching his fists and looking down at the floor for a split second, thus missing the relieved smile on her lips and happy glimmer in her eyes, which vanished in the blink of an eye, thus he only saw her neutral expression when he looked up again.
"Then you'll need this." she stated and a bag that he hadn't noticed she was carrying was placed on the table. He looked closer at the white object, marked with 'Hazardous. Medical Supplies.', the red cross and 'Hinata Hospital'. He tenatively reached out and flipped it open, revealing four plastic bags filled with blood lying on a thin layer of ice. "That should tide you over for a few days, by then, I should be able to get my hands on some more."
"Wh-what is this?" he inquired woodenly, staring with confusion at Haruka.
"I don't think you're ready to hunt just yet and I will not allow you to feed upon the girls here. she replied. "You hear me, nephew? I. Will. Not. Allow. It." she added for emphasis and suddenly the pistol was back in her right hand. "Now, drink it all, every last drop. Then don't even think of feeding before I can get you some more." she ordered.
"All right." he nervously agreed and under her careful supervision, drank and licked up every drop of blood from all four bags before she seemed satisfied.
"Excellent." she praised him and shoved the empty bags into the container. "Two days, three at the most, then I'll have some more for you. Then we'll have to begin to train you, train you how to hunt and how to feed without killing." she stated, causing a cold shiver to slowly crawl up his spine.
"What the heck is going on here?" Naru whispered to herself after having pulled her head out of the hole connecting her room to Keitarou's room below, pushing the board and placing Liddo-kun on top of it as a guard. "He... She made him drink..." she said to herself, her eyes bulging out of their sockets. "What the heck is going on here?" she repeated.
The End! ( For now... )
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou, Vampire - The Masquerade and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story are mine though, all mine. This series deals with unpleasant things, such as death, undeath and whatnot. If this disturbs you, don't read.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at http://hawksgalaxy.com or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
"What decision is that, Haruka-san?" he inquired and rubbed the back of his head were Haruka had slapped him as well as his forehead, which had unexpectedly banged against the wall again from the force of her blow.
"If you're going to run away and start a new life, or if you're going to attempt and reclaim your old one. And if it's the latter, how much you're going to tell the others." she replied, an omnious note in her voice as she waited for his reply.
"Run away?" Keitarou exclaimed and shook his head. "I can't do that, I have to go to... Oh... I can't go to Todai now, can I?" he asked with a stunned look on his face.
"Not in person, not in the daytime, no." Haruka replied.
"You could... Pretend to live far away. There is a distant studies option." Mutsumi suggested. "My father wanted me to use that and study at home, so that they could look after me and not have to worry so much." she added, still so much on the edge that her usual confusion was nowhere to be seen. "You could even... Live far away in actuality. You could... I could... Kei-kun could come and live with me, we could study together back at the island."
"Mutsumi-san..." Keitarou stuttered as the woman in question moved closer to him, standing so close that her breasts were bumping into him and her face was almost brushing against him. "Ahhh... Mutsumi-san... Ahh..."
"Keitarou, are you..." Naru inquired as she strode in through the door without knocking, comming to a screeching halt as she saw Keitarou in his shredded clothes and a flushed face, Mutsumi standing very close to him and Haruka overlooking it all with an impassive expression, her gun tucked away faster then the eye could have seen it.
"AH! Narusegawa, forgi..." he began, but didn't get any further then that.
"Forgive you? Have you done anything that you need to be forgiven for?" she instantly inquired, walking up towards him as he tried to scrambled away from Mutsumi, who fainted from all the excitement, knocking him over and landing on top of him, her face buried in his groin.
"Ah! Narusegawa, I didn't mean..." he tried, his face bright red, eyes larger then saucers and his hands held up in a feeble attempt to placate the now furious woman in front of him.
"Keitarou, you pervert!" she howled and yanked him up by his collar, spun him around and threw him straight through the wall, making another hole right next to the other one.
"I guess some things never change." Haruka mumbled to herself, a slight smile on her face as she turned around and left Naru to tend to the unconcious Mutsumi. She had business to attend to before it was too late, Keitarou would need blood, healing his injuries must have taken almost everything he had and until he was fed, he would experience some serious impulse-control-problems.
Fortunately, she knew just where to get it.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow." Keitarou groaned, raising his head above the surface of the water, then wished that he hadn't. Standing in front of the water, a towed wrapped around her body, was a soaked Aoyama Motoko. Her fists were clenched as she raised the right one to brush wet hair out of her face, so she could glare at him more efficiently. He swallowed nervousely and kept his gaze directed at her face, just her face, not any lower then her face, defenetively not at her chest. "Ahhh, Motoko-chan..." he started, searching furiously for the right thing to say, something which would keep him from getting pounded by her as well.
"Urashima..." she stated flatly, her fiery gaze searing him as he felt frozen to the spot. "Leave. Now." she added, pointing back over her shoulders and he instantly sprung into action, eager to do whatever he could to get away before she changed her mind.
"Yes!" he agreed and scrambled out of the water, hastily walking through the door and closing it behind him with with a relieved sigh.
"Keitarou!" a scream came from his right and he instantly dived to the floor, avoiding Suu's flying kick only to be struck in the face by a cumbersome face mask vielded by Sarah. He blinked several times to clear his vision, then looked up at the two of them.
"What?" he inquired, knowing that it wasn't any real point in getting mad at them. Suu wouldn't understand why he was upset over their funny game and Sarah would understand, but wouldn't pay it any heed.
"Keitarou missed dinner!" Suu declared, scaling the wall until she was hanging from the ceiling. "Shinobu made Kaolla Special Curry." she added and he saw how Sarah winced out of Suu's sight and he found himself nodding with sympathy. Suu had no doubt added some spices when Shinobu wasn't looking, since she though Shinobu's version of her dish was too tame.
"I wasn't hungry anyway." he replied as he stood up, brushing dust off his clothes, before he remembered just how torn up they were. He sighed, since moving to Hinata Sou, buying new clothes had become a more common occurance in his life. He couldn't even afford to buy porn any longer, because new clothes used up all his extra cash.
Which was probably just as well, since Sarah, Suu and Naru had an unpleasant knack for finding it, no matter where he tried to hide his precious magasines and valued tapes.
"Keitarou, why are you looking at me like that?" Suu inquired. "You look as if Naru was standing naked in front of you, holding a cold beer and a roasted chicken." she added and grinned happily. "Do you want to see my panties?"
"No!" he protested and turned around, blinking and rubbing his temples. He had been staring he realized, staring at her neck and imagining how fresh hot blood was flowing through her veins, wondering what it would taste like. "No, I'm just... Tired, yes, that's it. Tired." he added, then walked away, heading for his room.
"The Ronin is a pervert! Pervert! Pervert!" Sarah sing-songed, dancing in circles around him.
"Pervert, delicious?" Suu inquired, jumping from wall to wall.
"I need an asprin." Keitarou stated to the world in general. "Hello, Mitsune-san." he stated absently as he passed her in the corridor, trailed by Suu, Sarah and accusations of being a pervert.
"Kei-kun?" Mutsumi inquired as she came too, staring around herself and at the woman tending to her.
"He's... Ahh... Not here any longer." Naru replied, blushing and looking down at the floor for a moment.
"Ara?"
"I sort of... Threw him out of here." Naru explained and nodded at the holes in the wall. "Sorry about the wall, Mutsumi-san." she apologised, berating herself for her short temper and how easily she seemed to loose it these days.
"Ara, ara." Mutsumi sighed and smiled loopsidedly. "Naru-san must really like Kei-kun to care so deeply." she announced and stood up, back to her old self again. She walked over to the kitchen counter and cut a watermelon in half, nicking her thumb in the process. Then divided one of the halfs into managable slices which she placed on a place before she returned to Naru, offering the plate to her. She absently accepted a slice and Mutsumi sat down, taking a slice herself.
"Like that idiot? No way." she protested.
"Naru-san always says that, but behaves as if she does." Mutsumi debated with a goofy grin, taking a large bite out of her melon slice.
"I do not." she muttered sheepishly and dug into her slice with a venegance, hoping that Mutsumi would change the subject.
"Then Naru-san won't mind if Kei-kun moves out and goes back to live at my home?" Mutsumi inquired, causing Naru to choke on the melon, her eyes bulging out of their sockets.
Urashima Keitarou sat in his room, the lights unlit and the book on the table in front of him unopened. He was staring at nothing, hardly aware of his surroundings as he tried to process what had happened to him.
He had died.
He had been brought back to unlife.
He now fed on blood.
He was a vampire.
He couldn't go outside during the day.
He sighed, he was a monster. He had to go someplace far away, never see another human being and never endanger any of his friends by simply being what he was now.
He had made a promise.
He couldn't leave.
He loved Naru.
He loved this Inn and the people in it.
He. Had. Promised.
He sighed again, he was a monster, he had to go someplace far away, but he couldn't. He had to stay, he had to study and he *had* to get into Todai.
+knock+ +knock+ +knock+
The knocks were faint and Keitarou looked hopefully at the hole in the ceiling, hoping that it was Naru, but instead the door behind him opened and Haruka walked into the room.
"What is it, Old wo-..."
+thwack+
"What is it, Haruka-san?" he inquired as his aunt walked into the room, closing the door behind her. She looked around in the darkness, then flipped the light switch and sat down on the other side of the table from him, gazing impassively at him.
"Have you decided, Keitarou?" she asked him, her face and voice revealing nothing.
"I... I can't leave." he replied, clenching his fists and looking down at the floor for a split second, thus missing the relieved smile on her lips and happy glimmer in her eyes, which vanished in the blink of an eye, thus he only saw her neutral expression when he looked up again.
"Then you'll need this." she stated and a bag that he hadn't noticed she was carrying was placed on the table. He looked closer at the white object, marked with 'Hazardous. Medical Supplies.', the red cross and 'Hinata Hospital'. He tenatively reached out and flipped it open, revealing four plastic bags filled with blood lying on a thin layer of ice. "That should tide you over for a few days, by then, I should be able to get my hands on some more."
"Wh-what is this?" he inquired woodenly, staring with confusion at Haruka.
"I don't think you're ready to hunt just yet and I will not allow you to feed upon the girls here. she replied. "You hear me, nephew? I. Will. Not. Allow. It." she added for emphasis and suddenly the pistol was back in her right hand. "Now, drink it all, every last drop. Then don't even think of feeding before I can get you some more." she ordered.
"All right." he nervously agreed and under her careful supervision, drank and licked up every drop of blood from all four bags before she seemed satisfied.
"Excellent." she praised him and shoved the empty bags into the container. "Two days, three at the most, then I'll have some more for you. Then we'll have to begin to train you, train you how to hunt and how to feed without killing." she stated, causing a cold shiver to slowly crawl up his spine.
"What the heck is going on here?" Naru whispered to herself after having pulled her head out of the hole connecting her room to Keitarou's room below, pushing the board and placing Liddo-kun on top of it as a guard. "He... She made him drink..." she said to herself, her eyes bulging out of their sockets. "What the heck is going on here?" she repeated.
The End! ( For now... )