Sorry for taking so long to get this chapter up! I'll try to get ch. 3 up as soon as I can!
Will, hope you enjoy!
And just to get the chapter title clear, no one's actually cleaning with blood. You'll understand once you read. :)
Chapter 2 Cleaning With Blood:
Cye Mouri was home alone today, everyone else went off to do their own thing.
There wasn't much to do so he decided to clean around the house.
He started in the living room then worked his way around to the second floor. None of his friends cared if he entered their room and cleaned up after them-though neither of them were messy, their rooms still needed dusting and vacuuming every once and awhile.
Cye wasn't anyone's maid of course. Everyone did do their share of house chores.
He got to Ryo's room, which was the last door at the end of the hallway.
He started picking up the dirty laundry around the bed so he could vacuum when he saw something poking out from under the bed.
It looked like red plastic.
Cye, curious on what it was, bent down to pick it up thinking it had to have been trash.
But it wasn't trash nor red plastic at all!
It was something else!
"Oh my god! What the�"
Cye couldn't believe on what he was looking down at in his hands.
It was a pack of blood, something that you would only find in hospitals and even blood banks.
"What is Ryo doing with this?"
"Cye?"
Cye jumped at the sound of the voice.
It was Ryo's.
Cye quickly hid the pack of blood behind his back.
"Cye," Ryo repeated? "Hand it over." He placed his hand out for Cye to place the blood in it.
"H-hand what over?"
"Like you don't know."
Cye swallowed hard. He was freaking out. He was starting to back away from the friend he thought he knew.
"I can explain why I have that. But first, you have to give that to me."
"I, I don't know if, if I want to."
"Cye please. What you think of me is only half right. I'm still that same guy you've been friends with and fought alongside with. None of that has changed."
Cye looked away from him, going through on what Ryo just said and the good he's done these past few years.
After that Cye gave in, handing over the pack of blood.
"How long have you been like this?"
"My whole life."
"So then, how old are you?"
Ryo chuckled at that. "I'm a year younger than you, which makes me the same age as the other three."
"Really?"
Ryo laughed again. "Yes. Really."
"So you're not going to try and kill me or the others, are you?"
"No, of course not. You're my best friends. I will never hurt any of you."
"That's a relief, but what if you get really hungry?"
"Will, hopefully I'll be able to control myself."
"And if you were starving and one of us volunteered to give you our blood?"
"I'll fight myself from killing any of you."
Cye smiled. "I guess you are the same old Ryo I know. With the exception of some new information." He laughed a little.
"So you're alright about what I am?"
"It's different, but at least it explains why you never ate with us."
"Sorry I'm not able to try any of the food you make. I keep hearing how good they are."
"It's alright. It's understandable."
They heard a car pull into the driveway. Cye looked out the window to see who it was. It was Kento and Rowen.
"Do you plan on telling the rest of our friends or do you want to have them find out the way I did?"
Ryo didn't say anything. He just looked out the window at his two friends who just returned from Tokyo and thought on what he should do.
Will the other three accept him just as easily as Cye did or will it be worse?
