AN: And here it is, their long-awaited meeting! Be warned, Asami has some skewed world views. For the record, I put off an entire weekend of studying to write this *sweatdrop*
Asami almost found it cute how very loud humans were. Their "light" footsteps rang loud and clear to his ears, and their hushed murmurs might as well have been a normal conversation. Sitting back, he waited for the door to open, the consummate predatory feline, ready to corner its prey.
Sure enough, the door swung open with a small creak. Typical humans, forgetting the small details. They hadn't even oiled the hinges of the door. Leading them was the taller man they called Mitarai. He seemed unobservant, Asami noted, considering that he had yet to be spotted sitting on top of a cabinet. Following was the more cautious one, Akihito, and two others. Immeadietly, they made for the cabinets, stepping carefully. From the provided information, it seemed that they were after the precious antibiotics stored here. It was a pity that they would never get them. "Now." He said it softly, so softly the humans could hear nothing more than a wisp of air. Immediately, Kirishima dropped down, dealing a swift blow to the leading—and strongest—human's neck, rendering him unconscious. The three others froze in shock, their eyes widening, unable to register the scene.
A smile crept onto his face as he licked his lips. He could almost sense all the delicious blood, moving faster and faster in those bodies, pulsating with fear. Ah, having an endless supply of food was great, but he had truly missed the hunt. He straightened, feeling their eyes land on him, taking in his strong frame and golden eyes, now tingeing with crimson.
One human, however, recovered quickly. Before Kirishima could stop him, the little one pulled out a whistle, blowing it fiercely. A shrill shriek sounded, attacking his ears. His very sensitive, vampiric ears. Involuntarily, Asami flinched, a clawed hand reaching up to cover his ear as the dizzying noise resounded in his eardrums, echoing. "Run!" He hears the boy yell to his friends, smashing open a window and shoving them out. As he frantically gestured, still tooting that goddamn whistle, he caught his arm on a broken shard of glass, scoring a long, shallow cut that oozed red.
Sweet. Asami felt his mouth pool as his eyes bled red, pupils turning reptilian. He smelled so sweet. Ignoring the awful sound that continued to blast forward, his body surged forward, grabbing the boy as he tried to escape. Cruelly crushing the plastic toy in his hand, he snatched up the injured arm, running his tongue up the cut, collecting every drop of blood. It tasted like liquid innocence, all airy and sweet, with just a touch of salt that left him craving more.
Faintly, he heard the boy's shrieks of agitation and fear, felt the punches that he dodged effortlessly. That wouldn't do, how would he ever feed with this commotion? Pinning Akihito's arms against a wall, he nosed along that slender neck, searching. Where was it? That pulsing river of sweet relief…ah, here it was. Without hesitation, he plunged his fangs into the creamy skin, drinking. Sweet, thick blood flooded his mouth, quenching his thirst thoroughly. He was almost tempted to drain the human in one go, but that would be such a waste of blood. Pulling back, he looked at his hapless victim for the first time.
Angry, watery hazel eyes gazed at him, a tiny angular face framed with silky blond hair. Beautiful. The thought rose unbidden to his mind. His eyes went lower, looking at the puncture wounds and cut that still oozed blood. Pulling the boy—Akihito, his name was Akihito—closer, he licked over the wounds, collecting a bit more blood. Aki weakly struggled, obviously in pain and weak from blood loss.
"Bring bandages." He commanded Kirishima. "And antiseptics."
Obediently, his assistant walked over to one of the cabinets and produced some clean white gauze and a bottle of sterilizer. Asami carefully cleaned and bandaged both areas, wrapping them in the gauze before lifting up the boy, who was now embroiled in an uneasy sleep. Even with a small frown situated on his face, he looked adorable. Kissing away the wrinkle between his brows, Asami stood, carrying him bridal style. "We're leaving, Kirishima."
"Would you not like to chase after the humans who escaped, my lord?" The man respectfully inquired.
The thought of chasing them through the drizzling rain that had begun to fall wasn't very appealing. "Another time. After all," He took in the fragile perfection of the creature in his arms, "I've won quite the prize."
"And this man sir?" A foot nudged the still form of Mitarai.
"Dispose of him."
"Very well, sir."
It was so warm and soft. How long had it been since he had slept in a proper bed, with fluffy, clean blankets? Aki stretched, feeling soft cotton press against his naked skin. Naked? He never slept like that. And he didn't sleep in a bed either. His eyes snapped open as he sat up, frantically looking around. It was all coming back now, the horribly botched mission, Mitarai, Kou and Takato escaping. Having his blood drunken by that vampire. Not just any vampire, oh no. Asami the Third, His Highness, Aki thought sarcastically.
Looking around, his eyes slowly adjusted to the light. He was in a condo, a very expensive ones by the looks of it. Floor to ceiling windows let in gentle beams of sunlight, and he lay on a fluffy four-poster king-sized bed, decorated in golds and browns. And was that…the smell of food? His hand reached up to touch his injured neck, and was met with soft, clean gauze. It seemed like someone had been kind enough to bandage him up.
The door to the bedroom opened, and in stepped a familiar figure. Aki gasped, pressing himself against the headboard, frantically trying to vanish, to get away. When it became clear he wasn't going to slip through the wall, he snatched up the nearest object, a crystal vase, and flung it at Asami with all of his strength.
The man dodged the projectile, letting it hit the wall and shatter. A smile curved up his lips. His instincts had been correct; this toy would provide much amusement. "Why the anger?" He set down the tray on the now empty nightstand.
"Let me go." Akihito's voice trembled with fear and anger.
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Asami's eyes took on a dangerous cast. "You are mine, after all."
"Don't be delusional, I'm not your anything." Aki spat. "Filthy vampire."
"And what do you have against my kind?" Genuine curiosity gleamed in his eyes. "I have improved the lives of your species a thousand times over."
"What? You think that this," Aki frantically gestured at the view of the pristine, perfect city. "Is good? You have enslaved an entire species as food!"
"How's that any different from what you do to cows? And besides, it's not like we kill you," Asami said matter-of-factly, "It's just a prick, once a month. You can afford to donate a pint; we can't afford to die."
"Then why couldn't you have just negotiated?" Aki spat. "Instead, you've killed people, just so you could have absolute dominion."
Asami laughed. "Oh, my innocent little Akihito." He sat on the bed, staring into those defiant, burning eyes. "You know your own species. Don't tell me you honestly think they would've cooperated? Humanity is stubborn and can barely do what's good for itself. I, on the other hand, have given your species a life of perfection. A city with no crime, no filth. I even offer protection from the other vampire organizations."
"Other…vampires…?" Aki tilted his head in confusion.
"You didn't think that I managed to take over the world did you?" Asami's voice hit the perfect balance of condescension and amusement. "No, no, there are others, many others. Do you know what the people in Russia are dealing with right now?"
Aki slowly shook his head, almost afraid of the answer.
Leaning closer, Asami let his lips skim the delicious pink shell of his ear and whispered, "Chaos everywhere. Vampires just snatching up humans, drinking from whoever they please. Thousands have frozen to death and many more have given up and practically formed a church for the vampires. I hear my more sadistic peers aren't even averse to rape."
Asami sat back, and took in his tiny prisoner's new expression. Aki sat there, pale as a sheet, and trembling just a tiny bit. The change of scenery, the abrupt news, the fading adrenaline must have hit him hard. A tiny part of his shriveled heart warmed. Gathering up Akihito, he put him in his lap. "But here, in Japan, there is none of that," His voice changed from cold and harsh to as soothing as golden honey, "Here, we only prosper, and everyone is, if not happy, at least safe. Stay here and you will never want for anything, for I will protect you and everyone in this country."
He felt Aki's chest heave as he let out a tiny whimper, then his tears. Sitting there, he let him cry and cry, lit by the backdrop of NeoTokyo, brilliant white and silver in the noonday sun. A demon king holding an innocent angel.
AN: Yeah…you know when I said that Ai would be okay? That turned out to be a lie. I was TOTALLY going to make everything turn out alright, somehow, but it seems like the plot is being really stubborn :(