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The name of my story Harakiri has a meaning that fits this story. Harakiri meaning a ritual suicide and not only is it my favorite song. (Harakiri by Serj tankian, listen to it when you get the chance). My story is pretty happy at this point but it will turn very tragi
Read the note at the end please!
Hashirama had gotten out of bed after a few more passing hours, pulling himself from the bed, allowing Madara to sleep some more. He hadn't realized that vampires were such heavy sleepers during the daylight. He had skipped out on his breakfast due to sleeping in so having a late lunch wouldn't hurt.
He pulled the blankets over Madara and left him to sleep before moving over to the door connected to his bedroom that held a small en-suite. He quickly had a warm shower to rid his body of any filth and cleansing his body with the various soap scrubs he owned. Hashirama enjoyed being a neat, cleaned and well groomed man. Once he finished his shower, he gave his wet hair a brush before leaving the lavatory seeing Madara still fast asleep. He quickly dressed himself in casual clothes consisting of a sweater shirt with comfortable jeans.
His chocolate eyes glanced to the clock which read '1:34pm' and then he looked to Madara's sleeping form again. He desperately wanted Madara to wake up so they could spend more time together. He glanced at the clocked once more. 1:35pm... Time was certainly not on his side and with a fleeting look he moved over to the bed, falling onto it unceremoniously.
The motion made the vampire stir slightly, his eyes cracking open slowly but unseeing. Hashirama rolled over closer to the man, smiling at him.
"Good afternoon" he said as a morning greeting. Madara's eyes were tired and looked at him with confusion. Hashirama laid down so his face was mere inches from Madara's and he could gaze into the sleepy face. "I'm not sure whether I should say good morning or good afternoon" Hashirama admitted.
"It doesn't matter" Madara said with a yawn afterwards. He stretched out his body to help himself wake up. Hashirama was glad he was finally waking.
"How was your sleep?" Hashirama asked, sitting up and watching Madara do the same.
"Hmm, good"
Madara was finally becoming more aware now as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and fully realizing where he was. He had slept at Hashirama's house with said man in his own bed. Suddenly streams of happiness went off in his gut and his morning seemed much brighter. He watched as Hashirama stood up from the bed and his attire was fresh and new so he must of been up for awhile now.
"The lavatory is right over there" Hashirama said pointing to the door. "If you want to use the toilet or shower"
Madara nodded, standing up from the bed as well. Hashirama opened the door for him and pointed to the shower showing him where everything was positioned. Madara thanked him before closing the door and stripping. There was a large mirror on the front of the tiled walls which ignored Madara's presence; as if he never existed. Madara shrugged it off, moving to enter the shower and turning the water on.
Hashirama was in the bedroom, fixing up the large bed he shared with Madara as he heard the water being used. He picked out some fresh clothes that Madara could wear and hopefully they were not too large for the smaller man. A few minutes later Madara came out of the en-suite with a towel wrapped around his body. The tanned male had to laugh seeing Madara's towel dried hair even messier now.
"Madara, do you ever brush your hair?" he asked, smirking and Madara just glared at him for in insolence. Hashirama pointed to the clothing on the bed, offering it to the smaller male and Madara moved to dress himself. "I'll be downstairs cooking lunch for us"
Madara grunted in response, waiting till Hashirama left before he began to dress himself. Hashirama's fashion was a little off and he felt the urge to tease the other but he managed to hold it in, leaving the bedroom to meet Hashirama. The tanned male was inside the kitchen, cooking some food on the stove. The scent was overpowering and Madara didn't enjoy the essence. He sat on the chair situated next to the bench and Hashirama came over smiling.
"Hungry?" Hashirama asked kindly and Madara shook his head.
"I don't eat what you eat Hashirama" obviously.
"Really, so you only need blood?" Hashirama asked shocked. He was personally perplexed and believed that vampires could eat to a certain degree. Madara just nodded and Hashirama raised an eyebrow, offering Madara a plate. "Just try some"
"I can't Hashirama" Madara said, becoming annoyed with the other's pestering.
"Just a small portion then?"
"My digestive organs are inactive so whatever I eat, I will have to throw up." Madara explained. "Hence why I don't use the toilet because we don't produce waste. We feed on blood and the blood we gather is used for energy"
"...I never knew. I'm sorry" Hashirama said, feeling awful for pressuring him before. He had just guessed Madara didn't think his cooking was that good.
"Its fine" Madara said with a small smile. Hashirama sat down next to Madara with his own meal.
Hashirama begun to eat his meal as Madara watched him. He had finally started to understand vampires much more now but they were such an interesting being, and his knowledge was still inaccurate. There was still a lot more he wished to know but it would all come in due time; Madara wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
He started to wonder about their relationship and it saddened him. With Madara being a vampire they couldn't do much things that a normal couple would do; not that Madara was the only problem here. He would never get to take Madara out for a romantic dinner or crowded festivals. He would never get to hold Madara's hand and walk through the park on a sunny day. He would never get to meet Madara's father and ask for Madara's hand in marriage. A human and a vampire, it sounded preposterous and the differences between them were too great but Hashirama was determined to make this work; he had yet to claim Madara as his own but it was only a matter of time.
Hashirama had finished his meal and moved to wash up. He noticed Madara sitting still, rubbing his nose irritability. He stopped what he was doing, moving to the granite bench.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Hashirama asked.
"I can smell garlic"
Hashirama looked at him dumbly for realization struck him. He looked to the preparation bench and saw the remnants of the garlic he used for cooking. He then cursed himself for his idiocy. Hashirama reached out to grab the cloth and handed it to the vampire allowing him to filter the scent of the garlic. Taking the wooden chopping board he placed it in the sink and ran hot water over it.
"You truly are allergic to garlic? I'm so sorry" Hashirama apologized. He was feeling incredibly stupid and it was his job to protect Madara and keep him from harms embrace.
He had never guessed that vampires actually had such reactions towards the acids. He took a hold of Madara's hand taking him away from the kitchen, leading him to the bedroom away from the garlic fragrance.
...
Madara had been absent for over 3 days now and Tajima seemed to be getting worse by the hour leaving Sebastian to clean up the mess he made during his outburst. Sebastian currently was fixing the dining room, placing serviettes and glasses on the table. He placed down plates accompanied by knives, spoon and forks; not that they were ever going to get used. It helped the mansion to look normal and homely so if humans were to question the inhabitants of the house they could easily steer them away.
He fixed the last plate, placing a napkin next to it before lighting the large candle centerpiece that stood in the middle of the long mahogany table. He noticed Tajima's presence growing closer so he turned to face the immortal as he entered the dining room.
"Sebastian, I demand you change the locks on the gate. It appears my mutinous son has re-created a key to fit the existing one" Tajima demanded firmly. He was busy fixing his sleeve, folding it back over his wrist before looking at his butler.
"Right away"
Sebastian moved to leave the dining room before Tajima called out to him softly.
"2 days... I'm giving him two days to return" Tajima said softly but his voice was laced with darkness. Sebastian gave him a curt nod before exiting the room.
Sebastian wasn't personally afraid of the dangerous threat that was slowly approaching. He had faith in Madara and he could feel in his dead heart that Madara was alright. He had known for awhile that Madara had been visiting a human on the outside; the theory was proved when that human showed up the night Madara went missing. He caugth the man's scent before Madara disappeared. He knew it was futile to chase after Madara and he will return eventually but hopefully Madara would come back soon before Tajima took it out on him.
He also wished to be there when Madara returned to make sure Tajima wouldn't unleash his wrath upon his son. In Tajima's eyes, Madara had gone too far this time but the dark butler had only saw this as the beginning.
...
Another day had passed and Madara hadn't given a thought to his father or returning in the very least. He had spent the days inside Hashirama's house and sometimes Hashirama left him to go to work but during the dark hours, Hashirama would take him out for the night.
Hashirama was tidying the house and left Madara to sleep. The vampire had become more exhausted and Hashirama was becoming mentally drained. Staying up late hours while trying to attend to work certainly put a strain on his body and Madara was becoming ill. He was getting too exposed to the brightness and Hashirama had to change things in his house. While Madara had slept he raced down to the markets and bought sufficient blinds and had each window in his house tinted to minimize the light that came in.
His house had changed dramatically becoming more dark than it usually was, not that he minded. He would change the world if that meant that Madara would be happy. He had just finished putting up the more dark and bigger curtains over the windows, smiling at the accomplishment. He wondered if Madara was still sleeping since he should be waking up soon. Hashirama had also installed a new air conditioner so he could keep the house cool. It was summer anyway but Madara was getting a fever from the drastic temperature change, causing a change in his unnaturally pale skin.
The tanned male chose this moment to relax, moving to sit on his expensive couch. He closed his brown eyes, stretching out his tired limbs before a knock came to his door. Hashirama jolted at the unexpected sound and quickly jumped up to answer the door. Hashirama stood frozen wondering if he should allow a guest in case they were to discover Madara. He reached out to grab the silver handle and twisted the knob.
Hashirama pulled the door open and it revealed his younger brother Tobirama.
"Hello Hashirama" Tobirama said, allowing himself access walking past his brother into his house.
"Tobirama, I didn't expect-" Hashirama started, closing the door behind them. Tobirama normally did like to come uninvited most the time so why was he surprised. Tobirama walked into the house and gawked at the new surroundings. The house was much darker and the atmosphere was a lot colder.
"What the hell have you done to your house?" Tobirama asked turning to face Hashirama again. Tobirama knew it was unlike Hashirama to act like this since he loved nature and his house was always bright and lit. Hashirama had always loved the sunlight.
"Well... It's been a hot summer and because I have so many windows, it gets really hot in here"
Tobirama turned to give him a skeptical look. Hashirama motioned for him to sit on the couch with him.
"Do you want any drinks?" Hashirama asked but Tobirama shook his head.
Hashirama wished that Madara was still asleep and heaven forbid him if he were to wake up and come downstairs; Tobirama would easily recognize him as a vampire and obviously take action since his passionate contempt for them. Hashirama sat with Tobirama and spoke in light conversation but after awhile a change took place in Tobirama. Tobirama was gazing at him intently and Hashirama couldn't tell what was going through that over-analytic mind.
"What are you staring at?" Hashirama asked. Tobirama didn't respond but merely moved in closer and then Hashirama remembered. The bite marks on his neck. Hashirama quickly pulled back defensively but Tobirama had already figured it out
"What the fuck Hashirama?!" Tobirama roared, rising to his feet. Hashirama stood up quickly, ready to fend off his brother.
"Calm down Tobirama" Hashirama tried, not wanting to face any conflict with his brother.
"You allow yourself get bitten by a vampire?!"
"Listen to me"
Hashirama's voice of reason fell on deaf ears and Tobirama was hit by the realization. The darkened house, the cold environment. The understanding came to him that Hashirama was housing a vampire. Tobirama felt his rage spill forth and he charge passed Hashirama.
"Where are you keeping it?" Tobirama asked, looking around for any traces. Before Hashirama could stop his brother, Tobirama headed for the stairs, stomping up them angrily. He panicked as raced forward reaching out to grab his brother. Tobirama made it to the top of the stairs before he was pushed over by his older brother.
"Hashirama what are you doing?" Tobirama growled, trying to fight the older one off. Hashirama climbed on top of Tobirama, trying to pin the body beneath him but Tobirama was just as powerful as he was. The two struggled on the wooden planks, fists flying and kicks being thrown. Tobirama quickly managed to escape Hashirama's grasp and he bolted for the closed door to Hashirama's bedroom.
The beating sound of racing hearts were heard and Hashirama felt himself panic. Tobirama flung the door open to reveal... an empty room; Hashirama quickly stood up to glance in the room. Where was Madara? Both men were confused and Hashirama couldn't helped to be relieved and even more worried than before. He turned to his brother feeling himself boil in anger.
"How dare you!" Hashirama yelled, pushing Tobirama away from his room. "You are my brother, how could you disrespect me like that"
"You have disrespected humanity by showing kindness to those creatures!" Tobirama fought back.
"Madara is not a creature!" Hashirama defended but Tobirama gave him a disgusted look.
"Bah! You are a disgrace Hashirama!"
"Leave now" Hashirama demanded.
"Your-"
"-Leave." Hashirama demanded and Tobirama silenced himself.
He gave a disapproving growl before turning on his heel and descending down the stairs and exiting through the front door with a loud slam. Hashirama stood in place, allowing his heart race to beat back to a normal pace. Madara was gone. The cold realism hit him. Madara was gone.
The Senju took off for the stairs and racing for the door before flinging it open to be blinded by the bright sun. Hashirama walked outside, feeling the sun's impenetrable rays against his skin and his heart sunk for Madara. Many people were outside and the sun was high in the sky not leaving much places for a vampire to hide.
Madara would of had to climb out the south window and Hashirama headed for the alley that past the side of his house. His heart beckoned for Madara, wishing his friend wasn't harmed. He sprinted down the alley which provided limited shade and was the best solution where Madara could have ran to. The Senju followed the alley till it came to an end where a large recycling bin sat, with a small figure crouched down beside it. He noticed the raven locks and pale skin recognizing it to be Madara.
"Madara!" Hashirama called out and Madara looked up as Hashirama ran to him. The first thing he noticed was Madara's terrified expression and the red tears falling from his eye sockets. Madara was panting and out of breath, clutching to his arm and then he knew that Madara's arm was injured. He tugged Madara's arm so he could inspect how bad he had hurt himself. Once he took a hold of Madara's arm he saw his forearm that was completely black and burnt. Hashirama's stared with wide eyes as the smoke still rose from the burnt skin.
"Oh, Madara I'm so sorry"
He quickly pulled Madara into his arms, embracing the man and he could feel the body shaking beneath his. His hand caressed the vampire's back in an attempt to calm him down and all the while, whispering soothing words. Madara was hesitant to return the embrace but he did slowly. Hashirama hated himself; he yet again was unable to protect Madara and he was the cause of his suffering.
"Please Madara, I'm so sorry. I only want to protect you, I promise you! I will do anything to protect you" Hashirama found himself babbling unsure if Madara was listening to him. He could feel the vampire's tears of blood soaking into his shirt. He had to get Madara back home before he lost too much blood and got any infections from his wound but he was unsure of how to carry him home without exposing him to the sun.
Hashirama pulled back slightly so he could gaze at Madara's face, where the blood was still falling down his face. He placed his palms on the sides of Madara's face, holding him firmly as their eyes connected.
"Madara, I will be right back" Hashirama promised and Madara just smiled weakly, his eyes closing in exhaustion. Hashirama felt tears springing forth to his eyes and he felt himself moving in. He placed his lips against Madara firmly, connecting them in a soft yet passionate kiss filled with emotion. Madara's lips against his were cold and dry with no moisture but he could feel Madara return the kiss. He pulled away abruptly and forcible moving away from Madara. "I'll be back" he said before taking off.
It took every ounce of Hashirama's strength to leave Madara there but he had to get something that would protect Madara from the sun. He made it to his house within minutes and burst through the door, trying to think of something. His eyes landed on the umbrella situated in the corner and he grabbed it before running back outside. Umbrella's were originally made to block out the sun so it had to suffice.
When Hashirama made it back to the fallen vampire he was unconscious and Hashirama had quickly pulled him into his arms and lifting the motionless body. He managed to open the umbrella and used it to block out the sunlight from Madara's body. After making sure Madara was completely covered in the umbrella's shade, Hashirama carried him through the alley and back to the safety of his home.
He kicked the door opened and rushed Madara upstairs placing the man onto his bed. Hashirama walked to his drawer and pulling out his extensive medical kit and placing it on the bedside table. He pulled out alcohol to disinfect the wound before washing the burnt arm and bandaged the forearm.
Once Madara's wound was cleaned and bandaged he had placed a cool towel on Madara's forehead to keep his temperature down. He had cleaned the blood from Madara's face, leaving his face a beautiful porcelain. He had spent his whole afternoon by Madara's side, attending to his injuries and holding his hand the entire time.
It was getting later in afternoon and the moon was beginning to rise and Hashirama had almost fallen asleep on his respective chair beside Madara's bed. A soft knocking at the door alerted Hashirama and he was hesitant to get up but the knocking became more abundant so Hashirama stood up and left Madara in the room, locking his bedroom door just in case it was Tobirama.
He walked down the stairs wondering if Tobirama was back to apologize or to either cause more trouble for him. Hashirama opened the large door and a tall dark man stood there. He wore a butler's suit with a small smile gracing his pale lips. He had pale skin with short dark hair that reached his shoulders. Hashirama's own chocolate eyes stared into the man's red pits.
"Hello, I'm here to take Madara back" the man spoke, his voice was rich laced with calmness and almost peacefulness.
"Who are you?" Hashirama asked, determined in keeping Madara safe. The vampire butler seemed to be taken back by his slight defiance but his smiled didn't drop.
"My name is Sebastian and I'm Madara's butler. May I come in?" he asked. Hashirama glared at him.
"Madara has never mentioned you before, how can I trust you"
"If you let me in, he can tell you himself"
Hashirama was in a predicament. He wanted to trust this man so that he could also help him save Madara but he didn't want to put him in anymore danger. This man may also be a threat to Madara and he shouldn't act rash.
"Madara's unable to see anyone right now" Hashirama said and tried to close the door on the butler but the door was stopped abruptly.
"What is wrong with my young master?" Sebastian asked, his smiled dropping instantly and worry was etched all over his face.
"I'm not letting you in" Hashirama said in a firm tone.
"If something is wrong with my young master, I will help him"
The two stood there in silence and Hashirama slowly opened the door, studying the man's movements.
"If you can help him..." Hashirama said with no other option.
"Show me where he is" Sebastian ordered and Hashirama lead the man through the house to his bedroom. He came to the door and unlocked the door before pushing it open. Once the door was open, the butler rushed to the bed where Madara was sleeping.
Sebastian looked down at his young master with worried, blood stained eyes. Madara's forearm was bandaged tightly and well treated. He took Madara's pale hand into his own and moved forward to catch Madara's scent.
"He needs blood" Sebastian informed. With that being said, Right away Hashirama moved closer and pushed his brunette locks away from his neck. Sebastian's red eyes widened seeing the many bite marks on Hashirama's neck. 'Madara's fed on this man before?' he thought to himself. Vampires never let their victims live but Madara had, multiple times. He moved his eyes to Madara's form again and taking the pale face in his palm.
"Madara..." he tried to bring Madara back to consciousness. Madara's eyes fluttered slightly and Sebastian moved forward into his vision.
"Sebastian?" Madara asked, confused and weakly.
"I'm here Madara" Sebastian said.
"Where's Hashirama?" he asked trying to sit up. The Senju came over instantly and Sebastian was overwhelmed that Madara wished to see the human. He could feel Madara beginning to panic and he interfered quickly.
"Madara calm down. You must feed"
Madara's red eyes were faded and Hashirama sat on the bed and pulled Madara closer to him. Sebastian sat silently watching as Hashirama pulled his young master into his arms. Madara's body was weak and tired, unable to support himself resting himself against Hashirama's larger form. Hashirama was caressing Madara and coaxing him to bite him.
"Madara, you have to feed" Hashirama whispered lightly to Madara who was slipping back into sleep. It was as if Madara wasn't hearing him and he leaned against him closing his eyes. Hashirama's eyes moved over to Sebastian silently asking for help.
Sebastian realized he was too weak to feed and took in how bad the situation was. He moved over to Hashirama and took his wrist into his own cold hand.
"Tilt his head back" Sebastian ordered.
Hashirama did as he was told to, tilting Madara's head back, supporting his head gently. Sebastian moved Hashirama's wrist to Madara's lips indicating what he had to do. Hashirama nodded in understanding before slipping his wrist into Madara's mouth before pressing his hot skin against Madara's fangs until they pierced his skin painfully. He hissed slightly but allowed the blood to drain into Madara mouth down his throat.
"Let the blood drip into his mouth but don't touch his canines" Sebastian informed, and Hashirama moved his wrist away from the fangs and he could see the purple beads of venom on the prick of his sharp teeth. If Madara was asleep he wouldn't be able to stop the venom from going into his system so it was best to keep away and drain it slowly. He noticed that Sebastian was watching him closely but he paid no attention to it, too occupied in looking after Madara. The bleeding had eventually stopped and he laid Madara back down onto the bed. Sebastian stood to his feet and Hashirama watched him.
"When he regains some strength, let him feed more" Sebastian told him. "I'll be back to get him soon."
Once Sebastian left, he laid down alongside Madara, stroking his face. He was reminiscing in his thought. Madara was going to wake up later and then he will be taken away from him again. He had finally claimed Madara and Madara had actually accepted his love. It was so sudden and now he was being taken away from him. He felt the sadness consume him not only because of the stinging pain in his wrist but also deep inside his gut. Madara's face was so peaceful, each morning that he got to wake up to the beautiful man was perfect and then suddenly it all would be taken away so quickly. He allowed himself to embrace this moment for it wouldn't last that long.
The vampire began to stir in his sleep before slowly waking up. Hashirama was smiling at him and Madara returned the happiness.
"How you feeling?" Hashirama asked, moving to stroke the hair from Madara's face.
"Better" Madara admitted, enjoying the feeling of Hashirama's warm hand against his face.
"Sebastian told me to feed you when you wake up" Hashirama said. Madara's eyes dropped just a little.
"Okay"
The two men sat up on the soft mattress and Hashirama offered his neck to the vampire. Once Madara had sunk his teeth into his flesh he pulled the body closer to his. The familiar feeling spread through his body and it was euphoric though Madara seemed to be enjoy it much more than he did.
The blood rushed through his mouth and down his throat and he couldn't help but moan slightly but luckily it was muffled by the flesh in his mouth. The feeling of biting a human was the most pleasurable feeling a vampire could ever experience and he wished the moment would never end. It gave his undead body some energy and stimulated his sexual glands. Hashirama's hand was caressing his back slightly before sliding underneath his shirt stroking his back lovingly feeling the cold skin and the bumps of his spine underneath the it.
He could feel Madara's body trembling beneath him and the blood rushed through his body even as Madara sucked it out of him. He gripped the raven locks tugging them slightly and Madara's teeth clamped down even harder like a vice grip; this must of been vampire foreplay he thought with a chuckle.
"Madara" he whispered huskily.
Madara pulled back silently and his face showed an expression of divine pleasure. Blood dripped from his lips and Hashirama moved to collect the blood with his own tongue; this excited him and he decided to humor himself by playing Madara's game. Madara's crimson eyes followed him and once he lapped up the blood he pulled Madara into a kiss, sliding his tongue into the vampire's mouth. He knew vampires didn't produce any fluids besides venom so it was obvious that Madara's mouth wasn't going to contain any saliva but the cavern was already moist by his own blood. The blood didn't taste too well but it wasn't unpleasant.
He opened his lips so Hashirama could gain access to his mouth and he licked at Hashirama's tongue to take in the last bits of blood. Vampires never kissed each other because of how dry their mouths usually were but this new experience was entertaining and cheeky. Neither of the two noticed the butler who had entered all but a minute ago.
Sebastian had been watching the moon for the last hour before he decided that he would break them up now; not that he wanted to. He could tell that the human was a very caring one and also very stubborn. For Madara to actually open up to someone and accept them astounded him but Madara belonged to Tajima. As Tajima's butler, he had to fulfill his master's request to a certain degree. Madara had to stop fooling around before something was too happen to him, or the human.
He entered back into the house and walked up the stairs to the room where Madara was being held. He pushed the door open and his own maroon eyes widened slightly upon entering. The situation made him feel as he had no right to interrupt them but he had a duty to perform. He cleared his throat loud enough so that the younger males would notice his presence and prevent them from proceeding.
"Madara" he spoke calmly. "It's time to leave."
Both men turned to face him and he kept his face void of emotion. Madara knew it was futile so he stood up from the bed and Sebastian left to meet them out the front. Within a few minutes Madara arrived with Hashirama by his side. Sebastian stepped forward, bowing slightly to the tanned male who had been Madara's captor.
"My sincerest blessings for looking after Madara" Sebastian said as departing words and he gestured for Madara to say his goodbyes so they could go back home. He allowed them to exchange a kiss and then forced Madara along.
...
Madara had begun to first pangs of nervousness as they reached the mansion gates to his own home; he hadn't much worried about his father's reaction to his disappearance because he wasn't planning on coming home anytime soon but that idea was cut short. He only realized that maybe he should of returned home sooner so the wrath of his father would be a little less and even Sebastian was silent to some extent as he opened the gates for them.
By now, his father could already catch his scent so he would of already been aware of his return, plotting his death as they walked. Both vampires entered the mansion and Tajima was waiting for them. Sebastian bowed to Tajima slightly feeling obligated to stay by Madara's side just in case Tajima couldn't control himself, despite how calm Tajima stood they both knew it was not the case.
"You may leave Sebastian" Tajima ordered and Sebastian could not deny his master. He silently dismissed himself politely and left the lounging room. Tajima's red eyes were piercing into him ever since he entered the mansion and he was feeling slightly intimidated.
"Come here Madara" his father demanded calmly.
Madara wasn't about to make it worse for himself so he obeyed quietly, standing before his father. He didn't let his nervousness surface and held a rather bold expression, as if he had done nothing wrong.
"Give me the key" Tajima spoke icily.
"What key-?"
"You better listen to me boy and hand it over!"
"I don't have it anymore!" Madara defended. That moment he had realized, he had left it at Hashirama's house and what a mistake that was. Tajima had quickly lost his patience. "I lost it! I don't know where it is father" Madara tried.
"I swear Madara, you will pay for what you've done"
"I haven't done anything!" Madara fought back. Tajima had seemed to lose himself at that point.
"You left this house! You are but a child and you will obey me, I am your father. You are a stupid, ignorant child who doesn't know anything about the world." Tajima yelled.
"You are the one who is disillusioned father." Madara fought back and it obviously wasn't the best thing to say since Tajima attacked him for it.
Madara gasped as he was thrown and he hit one of the decoration ornaments causing it to smash instantly. The broken artifact went unnoticed and Tajima grabbed Madara by his hair, ripping him up from the floor and slamming him on the hard wall. Madara felt Tajima's anger seeping out of him like a faucet as his father's hands pinned him to the wall. The cold hands found their way to his neck, cutting off the blood circulation to his brain. Madara's own hands reached to try and push his father off him but he was much too strong. Tajima was overpowering as he towered over the younger vampire.
"You will never disobey me again Madara" he spat. "Never again will you leave this house, you are my son and you will listen to me. You are to stay here where I can protect you, hear me. Never will you-!"
"-Tajima!" Sebastian yelled. Tajima turned to the intruder, glaring at him. "Look at yourself!"
Tajima was about to snap at his butler, yell at him, destroy him for his disobedience as well but his eyes widened. He took a moment to process what he was actually doing. Madara had gone limp in his hands, by his own hands. Madara had passed out from the lack of blood circulation. Tajima pulled back in shock and Madara fell to the floor in a heap and Sebastian raced towards them, taking Madara into his own arms. He stared at Sebastian who scurried to take Madara away from him. He tried reaching out to take Madara back to make sure he was fine but Sebastian denied him.
"No sir. Not until you have calmed yourself and remembered who you are. How could you forsake yourself, you are nothing but a shell of your former self." Sebastian accused. He had been meaning to tell that to his master for some time now but he had never the audacity. Ever since he had lost his family, he had turned into this thing, lesser man of the immortal vampire who he had used to be. He used to be a kind and protective father who would have never harmed his children but the pain of losing most his family had turned him bitter and mad; turned him into a monster.
Sebastian picked Madara up and carried him away, leaving Tajima to himself. He carried Madara's unconscious form to his bedroom and placing him gently on the bed to inspect him. Tajima had been throwing a tantrum downstairs and he had just ignored it, hoping his master would calm down soon.
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The thought of disowning his brother flew into his mind briefly as Tobirama sat upon his desk inside his office. Upon his table were files of documents of killings related to vampires and identification of all vampires they have caught and killed. He should of guessed his brother would have done something like this, he was like this all his life; known to be accepting and his good judgment clouded by his stupidity.
He couldn't see Hashirama's reason for wanting to help one of those vultures even if he were to wear the most expensive glasses. He was in a predicament whether to take action now and capture this vampire or to see his brother again and meet this vampire. This could prevent his brother from being used and killed. His options were limited. If he were to assign a squad to search Hashirama's house, it would prove fruitless since the vampire had already taken off and might not return. He had to do something not only for his brother but for humanity. If he played it cool and visited Hashirama in attempts to trying to understand him, he could possibly meet this vampire and gain information off him. Perhaps this vampire had a family and capturing him would flush out the entire family and then he would have done a huge deed in protecting humanity; also his position as CEO in the extermination corps would be secured.
Hashirama had called this vampire Madara. He had no reports or files on this vampire so he must of been more than the usual loner, lower-class vampires. From the knowledge they have received over the many many years of vampire and human conflict he could identify the vampires into two large groups. There were the usual vampire who stuck to themselves and they were often the cause for many human casualties. They scoured the earth by themselves or stuck to a certain area but that was hardly the case. The other category was that a vampire could belong to a family who usually stuck inside one country. Not much was known about the families of vampires since they had been the most silent cases. Hopefully this vampire was one of a huge family and it would prove victorious for him.
Tobirama smirked lightly at his decision. He decided to not make any reports on his recent find to prevent this mission being aborted. The white haired male stood from his chair and left his office to meet his brother again.
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Tajima sat by himself in silence as a coat of nostalgia grew over him. He was fiddling with the ring that graced his index finger, the ring that granted him the most useful power for a vampire. It was a thick, rich black metal with inscriptive words that were too small for any vampire to read; many vampires had terrible eyesight which is why they depended on scents and smells. He sat upon the wooden desk that held a circular mirror along with many pieces of jewelry that were neatly stacked upon the cabinets. It was a piece of furniture that his wife had loved dearly. Each morning she would sit upon it -despite that the mirror held no reflection- and ready herself for the upcoming nights. He would wake to see her beautiful face, and each day, she would become paler and paler till she passed away. He missed his wife, his missed his four flawless sons.
Tajima slowly approached his wife from behind as she sat upon the wooden chair and combed her exceedingly long black hair. She had placed out many pieces of jewelry still undecided on the one she was going to wear tonight. He descended down onto her slowly, his arms wrapping around her enlarged waist, embracing her and the unborn child inside her. He felt her relax in his arms before she spun the chair to face him.
He got down on his knees and pressed his face onto her stomach and placed a light kiss. Her hands came around his head and caressed his own dark hair. Despite the losses they had had in their family, this new child had brought a happiness into it. A few years ago, he had four strong and healthy sons but a furious attack on them by the humans had left him with only two sons. That night he recalled so clearly, as the house was burning and many humans pulled out members of his family and staked them. He had clutched onto his young son and wife, with the help of Sebastian he was able to save a small portion of his family.
Tajima washed away the thoughts as he smiled looking into his wife's pale face. He knew she was unwell and deep down inside, she knew it too. With the elders constantly pushing them to continue the bloodline with more children, the toll had taken it part on her. Most vampires were infertile and unable to carry out pregnancy but it was a miracle when it happened. He stood to his feet, and leaving the room. He passed Sebastian who was setting the tablet up with a smile, bowing carefully to him, a genuine smile blessing his face.
He continued into the lounging room, seeing two small boys on the carpet. The cold heart instantly warmed up as Madara and Izuna played together. He knelt down beside them and they smiled at him upon his entrance. Madara and Izuna's eyes were bright red and small fangs protruded from them. Baby vampires were most vulnerable as they were small and weak. They were his two youngest sons and the most important things in his life. Vampire children were a miracle, and that was how he saw his children, as he embraced them.
"It's bath time" Tajima said to the young vampires. Izuna smiled but Madara pouted, trying to pull away.
"Fatheer~" Madara whined trying to wiggle away as Tajima lifted both vampire children into his own arms.
"Don't be embarrassed my little boy" Tajima teased.
"I'm not little" Madara protested.
"Yes you are" Sebastian said, as he entered the room. Madara glared lightly at the butler and Sebastian just winked at him. Tajima laughed lightly, watching as he held his sons in his arms. All he could remember was the solemn promise he made to himself to protect his sons.
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"Father!" came a small but panicked voice. Tajima slowly woke up, seeing Madara looking worried and tugging on the blanket. He smiled lightly, thinking Madara wanted to join him that he had suffered a nightmare. He shifted slightly, trying not to wake up his wife sleeping beside him but Madara shook his head. Tajima rose an eyebrow, sitting up a bit in alarm.
"What's wrong Madara?" he asked.
"Izuna is sick" Madara explained in a short voice.
That was all he needed and he moved off the bed and left his room in a hurry with Madara trailing behind him. He headed for the bedroom where Madara and Izuna slept together and pushed open the door. Izuna was in his bed and Tajima bolted to his side. The young vampire was trembling and breathing heavily and he seemed distant. Tajima felt his heard tighten with worry and he took Izuna's hand and the young vampire didn't register the movement. He was unaware of his surroundings and his eyes were half-lidded with blood almost falling from his eye sockets.
"Izuna, it's alright. I'm here" Tajima soothed but his son was in too much turmoil to understand. Tajima felt his heart quicken and he turned to Madara who was standing next to him. "Get Sebastian!"
Madara took off and Tajima looked at his son in panic. He could feel the blood pumping quickly inside Izuna, too fast for any child to comprehend. He pressed himself closer, whispering into Izuna's ears that everything was going to be fine. Madara returned with Sebastian who quickly hurried over, but things had progressed too quickly. Sebastian saw this too and quickly took a hold of Madara's hand and guided him out of the room.
Once Tajima noticed Sebastian taking Madara from the room, he panicked inside. Izuna was about to die. He climbed onto the small bed and pulled Izuna into his arms, holding him tightly as the smaller body spasmed against him. He held his son, feeling the red tears fall down his own cheeks as Izuna hands grasped onto his shirt feebly. Izuna seemed to go into a fit and he could only hold his son and stroke his back comfortingly, kissing his head and whispering happy words. Within a few minutes, the struggling began to cease and Izuna's body slowly relaxed against him and became more numb. He felt Izuna go lifeless against him, and he screamed. He screamed.
Tajima jerked as he heard a sound, snapping him from his thoughts. He was glad since it was getting to the most painful part anyway. From that moment on, he had made sure Madara had never left his grasp, even for a moment.
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Hashirama rose his head, hearing a knock at the front door. He dropped the book he was reading onto the couch, making sure not to lose his page and stood up. He left his lounging room and headed for the front door where the knocking continued until he opened it. Hashirama's eyes widened slightly, seeing his younger brother, Tobirama. The white haired Senju was smiling at him, as if nothing had happened.
"What do you want?" Hashirama asked, wondering if Tobirama was going to pick a fight with him.
"May I come in?"
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