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+
*** Apology Mode On ***
Sorry for the unscheduled delay. A bit of RL problems has sapped most of my spare time and just about every single shred of desire to actually do something even remotely constructive with what little remains.
I managed to shake myself out of it long enough to write this little update, but matters in RL hasn't really improved any, so the next update might take a while as well.
- Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
*** Apology Mode Off ***
*** Previously, on 'Tears of Blood' ***
"Keitarou?" Naru said and cautiously pushed the sliding door aside, peeking into his room and letting out a relieved sigh as she saw him rolled up under his covers. She tip-toed into the room and put the tray she was carrying down on the floor next to the futon, then walked over to his window. She blinked in confusion at the new blinds which were revealed after she'd moved a large wooden panel full of postit notes away from the window. When had he gotten those?
She shrugged and opened the blinds, letting in the sun.
*** Roll credits ***
Chapter Seven:
"Keitarou. Keitarou, I know you you were up late, but you've slept through both breakfast and lunch. It's time to get up now." Naru told the sleeping Keitarou as she strolled over to the futon, kneeling down beside it. "Keitarou. Hey! Wake up." she urged him and after a brief hesitation, put her right hand down on the listless body beneath the covers. "Hey! Wake up!" she insisted, moving her hand back and forth with a little frown. "All right, have it your way then..." she muttered with a wicked grin, then grasped a glass of water from the tray and raised the cover, tossing the water underneath it along with the rays of sunlight comming from the window.
"*SHE DID WHAT*?! *NARU*! *NOOOOOO*! *NARU, DO NOT TOUCH HIM*!" suddenly boomed across the house, causing Naru to jump in surprise as she recognized Haruka's normally emotionless voice, despite the fact that it now expressed emotions so clearly that it was almost tangible, and those feelings were anger, love, concern, fear and a steely determination. Rapid footsteps beat out an unnerving rythm and the woman in question soon burst into Keitarous room, slamming the door shut behind her and staring in horror at the scene in front of her.
"*NO*! *KEITAROU*!!" she howled and launched herself at the futon, using her own body as a shield, though against what, Naru had no idea.
"Haruka-san?! What... What are you doing?" Naru inquired in complete bewilderment.
"Keitarou... He isn't moving?! Oh, Kami-sama! You killed him! You killed Keitarou! Again!!" Haruka bawled.
"Keitarou isn't here." Naru replied, even more confused then before.
"What?!" Haruka demanded.
"Keitarou isn't here." Naru repeated. "Look." she added and raised the covers again, revealing a plastic dummy, a wig and a digital recorder set on 'repeat', playing a recording of snoring that didn't sound very Keitarou-like. As a matter of fact, it sounded more like a completely trashed Kitsune.
"What?!" Haruka demanded, one of her fists grasping the dummy around the neck, pummeling it into the ground. "Where is he? Where is the little bastard?!" she bellowed, then took a deep breath and calmed herself down, whipping out a lighter which she used to light the cigarette in her mouth, sucking absently from it for a few moments which seemed to return her to more or less normal. "Where is he?" she repeated, though this time it sounded more as if she was talking to herself, then asking a question to which she expected a reply.
Naru wisely kept her mouth shut, though she very much wanted to ask Haruka a few questions. Such as why she had yelled the things she had and came running as if Keitarou's life was at risk.
It now now obvious that whatever secret it was that Keitarou was keeping from her, was a *big* one and that Haruka was in on it. But what it might be, Naru couldn't even begin to take a guess at. Haruka had been all out of sorts because... What? She had yelled 'do not touch him', then accused Naru of killing Keitarou. None of it made any sense. /Why would touching Keitarou have killed him? Why did she make him drink those bags of whatever they contained? Why does Haruka insist that Keitarou train with Motoko? Why does he suddenly seem more... More... Sexy, then before? Why does he keep looking so... Hungrily at me? Is he... Is he on steroids?! Was that what was in those red bags?/
Haruka suddenly jumped up and walked over to the window, closing the blinds and putting the board back in front of the window. Then she started stalking around the room, opening drawers, peeking into Keitarous closets and peering behind bookshelves with a critical eyebrow raised.
"Aha!" she yelled triumpantly as she yanked open the last closet, then backed away from with with a disgrunted expression, closing it again. "Where is he? Keitarou is not *that* imaginative, is he?" she muttered, then shook his head. "No, he is here... Somewhere..." she answered herself, spinning around, but apparently failing to loccate anyplace where the young man in question could be hiding.
"Uh, I might... Know... Someplace..." Naru offered hesitantly and Haruka instantly twirled around, fixing her with a piercing gaze. "Ah... Uh... There is an entrance to the tunnels... Over there..." she blurted out, pointing over at one of the panels. Haruka stalked over to it and exprimentally poked it aside with her foot, revealing a large pillow propped up against it. She nodded thoughtfully, then pushed the panel back and spun around again, glaring at Naru.
"Not a word... Not to anyone. Let him rest. He'll explain when he is ready." Haruka ordered and strode towards the door, stopping in mid-motion before her hand reached the door. She looked back over her shoulder at the confused Naru. "Do *NOT* open any more windows in here. No sunlight whatsoever." she stated and this was far beyond a mere instruction or order, it was a more in the lines of a prophecy or prediction of the future. Naru found herself nodding.
/Clear as glass! No opening of any windows./ Naru thought, swallowing nervously even after Haruka had stopped glaring and left the room, closing the door behind her. She looked over at the panel again. /Sunlight? What the heck is going on here? Why isn't he sleeping in his futon?/ she wondered, slowly standing up before leaving the room, taking the tray with her.
"Thank godness you didn't sleep in your futon." Haruka muttered, still a triffle unnerved at earlier events, though not much of it showed any longer. "You're smarter then you look."
"Yeah..." Keitarou commented, swallowing nervously. "I didn't think it'd be such a hot idea, not when nobody knows about my condition and what sort of problems it might cause." he ventured. "What was Naru doing in my room anyway?"
"Apparently, she brought you breakfast." Haruka replied.
"Naru? Did something, for me?" Keitarou mumbled with a stunned look on his face. "Did someonce force her?" he guessed.
"Not that I know of. I think it was something she wanted to do." Haruka replied, then changed the subject. "If you're not going to tell them the truth, you will have to come up with something better then this silly excuse about a new study method.
"Oh, but that actually works!" Keitarou revealed, changing the subject and holding up a small wad of mock exams that had been neatly piled on the table in front of him. "Over the last week, I haven't scored less then 78% and rarely under 85%." he informed her.
"You mean... 85% of your answers were *correct*?" Haruka demanded, an eyebrow rising inquisitively. "How is that even remotely possible?"
"Hey!" Keitarou protested, then got a thoughtful expression. "I think it is because for the first time in my life, I've been able to study in relative peace and quiet. Back home, Kanako always seemed to be around, pestering me, disturbing me and making it impossible to focus. And here... Well, you know?" he stated and Haruka nodded, she did indeed know.
Kaolla and her experiments, overwhelming energy and tendency to use Keitarou as a target in various violent games. Kitsune and the pranks she pulled whenever she was feeling bored. Motoko being resentful of males in general and Keitarou in particular, taking every opportunity she could to relieve her penned-up frustrations on Keitarou. Sarah and her dislike of the Ronin. Shinobu's crush and her more or less subtle attempts to never be far away from her sempai. Naru...
Yes, Haruka did indeed know that focus and concentration had been hard to come by since Keitarou came to Hinata Sou.
"Well, congratulations." she muttered, though one corner of her lip twitched upwards for a moment and a perceptive viewer might almost suspect that she was proud. Of course, Keitarou was far from perceptive most of the time and this was one such time. He only heard the emotionless tone of voice and lost some of the joy and pride he had been feeling. "But you really need to decide on what to tell them now. After the incident this morning, you need to tell them something. If not the whole truth, then at least part of it. Perhaps Naru doesn't have to know that it was she who killed you and Kitsune that it was you who knocked her out, but you have to give them some explanation." she continued.
"I know." Keitarou replied, bowing his head depressedly, his jaw resting against his chest. "I'm going to tell them. Tell them everything... Well, almost everything." he decided, clenching his fists as he felt his heart grow even colder then it already was and not because his body was dead, but because he feared their reactions. "C-could you do me a favor, Au... Haruka?" Keitarou inquired, looking up at his aunt.
"Sure." she simply replied.
"Don't let Motoko kill me... Again. Before I've finished explaining?" he asked. "Oh, and if at all possible, not after I've explained either?" he added.
"I'll do my best, Keitarou." she replied, her face brightened by one of her all too-rare smiles, before she stood up and Keitarou with her. She turned to leave, but stopped mid-turn and instead walked over to Keitarou, slipping her arms around him. "Keitarou..." she murmured so quietly that if Keitarou's senses hadn't been made a little sharper by his transformation, he never would have heard it.
Keitarou was caught by surprise at first, but slowly raised his arms and returned the unexpected little hug. He could count the number of hugs he'd gotten from Aunt Haruka in the last five years on the fingers of one hand. One on every birthday. He'd get some practical little gift, a hug, one of her rarely used smiles, a swat on the back of his head for the 'aunt' when saying 'Thanks, Aunt Haruka.' and then she'd stay for precisely thirty minutes before leaving.
She hadn't always been like that, hadn't been quite old enough to have been told the entire story. But after what had seemed like a particulary nasty breakup with her boyfriend, she'd turned moody and withdrawn. Certain conversations he'd witnessed between her and Seta made him suspect that perhaps Seta was that ex boyfriend. But he had a hard time reconciling the image of somebody who so managed to hurt Haruka enough to result in such a drastical change with the absentminded and happy-go-lucky Seta.
But Keitarou being Keitarou and with a luck that not even death had managed to change, of course this tender little moment between him and Haruka couldn't go unpunished.
"Keitarou? Are you up ye-eeeaaahahahh..." Naru begun, trailing off as she entered his room without knocking and came to a complete stop, her eyes bulging out as she stared at the two of them.
"Narusegawa! No! No! This isn't... We weren't... I wasn't... Aunt Haru-GNK!" Keitarou protested, cut off in mid-speech by Haruka.
+Swat+
"Don't call me Aunt." Haruka stated, cracking her knuckles in a very omnious manner and taking a drag from her cigarette, looking calmly at Naru. "Well, I have to go. Good night, Keitarou. Naru." she said and left the room.
"Narusegawa... Eh, hahahahaha..." Keitarou laughed nervously, beads of sweat forming and slowly trailing down as he automatically backed up a few steps, though Naru hadn't moved an inch since comming to a stop.
"Are... Are you two... Is *that* why she keeps telling you not to call her 'Aunt'?" Naru stated emotionlessly, then blinked and shook her head. "No, that can't be right. Haruka isn't a pervert... Although she does have all those odd clothes and underwear... No! No, she isn't a pervert..." she added after a few moments, causing Keitarou to nearly trip and fall.
"Hey!" he protested, waving his arms about. "I'm not a pervert either!!!" to which Naru merely responded with a very un-ladylike snort. "I'm not!" he insisted, then slumped and sat down at the table again, shaking his head in dismay. "I am the most missunderstood individual on the face of this planet..." he muttered, his forehead banging against the surface of the table as he let his head fall in defeat.
But his head was raised again as he heard the door slide shut, only to see Naru standing inside the closed door, then lock the screen in place. Keitarou swallowed nervously, images flying by inside his head which, he had to admit, were at least a bit on the perverted side. As she walked over towards him, he started to sweat again and swallowed nervously, but calmed down somewhat as Naru merely sat down on the opposite side of him. She looked very intently at him for a few moments, then pushed a box of paper napkins that was standing on the table over towards him with on odd look on her face.
"What are these for?" Keitarou inquired, looking at the box in confusion.
"You're sweating blood." was all she said, handing Keitarou a small vanity mirror from one of her pockets.
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+
Sorry for the unscheduled delay. A bit of RL problems has sapped most of my spare time and just about every single shred of desire to actually do something even remotely constructive with what little remains.
I managed to shake myself out of it long enough to write this little update, but matters in RL hasn't really improved any, so the next update might take a while as well.
- Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
"Keitarou?" Naru said and cautiously pushed the sliding door aside, peeking into his room and letting out a relieved sigh as she saw him rolled up under his covers. She tip-toed into the room and put the tray she was carrying down on the floor next to the futon, then walked over to his window. She blinked in confusion at the new blinds which were revealed after she'd moved a large wooden panel full of postit notes away from the window. When had he gotten those?
She shrugged and opened the blinds, letting in the sun.
"Keitarou. Keitarou, I know you you were up late, but you've slept through both breakfast and lunch. It's time to get up now." Naru told the sleeping Keitarou as she strolled over to the futon, kneeling down beside it. "Keitarou. Hey! Wake up." she urged him and after a brief hesitation, put her right hand down on the listless body beneath the covers. "Hey! Wake up!" she insisted, moving her hand back and forth with a little frown. "All right, have it your way then..." she muttered with a wicked grin, then grasped a glass of water from the tray and raised the cover, tossing the water underneath it along with the rays of sunlight comming from the window.
"*SHE DID WHAT*?! *NARU*! *NOOOOOO*! *NARU, DO NOT TOUCH HIM*!" suddenly boomed across the house, causing Naru to jump in surprise as she recognized Haruka's normally emotionless voice, despite the fact that it now expressed emotions so clearly that it was almost tangible, and those feelings were anger, love, concern, fear and a steely determination. Rapid footsteps beat out an unnerving rythm and the woman in question soon burst into Keitarous room, slamming the door shut behind her and staring in horror at the scene in front of her.
"*NO*! *KEITAROU*!!" she howled and launched herself at the futon, using her own body as a shield, though against what, Naru had no idea.
"Haruka-san?! What... What are you doing?" Naru inquired in complete bewilderment.
"Keitarou... He isn't moving?! Oh, Kami-sama! You killed him! You killed Keitarou! Again!!" Haruka bawled.
"Keitarou isn't here." Naru replied, even more confused then before.
"What?!" Haruka demanded.
"Keitarou isn't here." Naru repeated. "Look." she added and raised the covers again, revealing a plastic dummy, a wig and a digital recorder set on 'repeat', playing a recording of snoring that didn't sound very Keitarou-like. As a matter of fact, it sounded more like a completely trashed Kitsune.
"What?!" Haruka demanded, one of her fists grasping the dummy around the neck, pummeling it into the ground. "Where is he? Where is the little bastard?!" she bellowed, then took a deep breath and calmed herself down, whipping out a lighter which she used to light the cigarette in her mouth, sucking absently from it for a few moments which seemed to return her to more or less normal. "Where is he?" she repeated, though this time it sounded more as if she was talking to herself, then asking a question to which she expected a reply.
Naru wisely kept her mouth shut, though she very much wanted to ask Haruka a few questions. Such as why she had yelled the things she had and came running as if Keitarou's life was at risk.
It now now obvious that whatever secret it was that Keitarou was keeping from her, was a *big* one and that Haruka was in on it. But what it might be, Naru couldn't even begin to take a guess at. Haruka had been all out of sorts because... What? She had yelled 'do not touch him', then accused Naru of killing Keitarou. None of it made any sense. /Why would touching Keitarou have killed him? Why did she make him drink those bags of whatever they contained? Why does Haruka insist that Keitarou train with Motoko? Why does he suddenly seem more... More... Sexy, then before? Why does he keep looking so... Hungrily at me? Is he... Is he on steroids?! Was that what was in those red bags?/
Haruka suddenly jumped up and walked over to the window, closing the blinds and putting the board back in front of the window. Then she started stalking around the room, opening drawers, peeking into Keitarous closets and peering behind bookshelves with a critical eyebrow raised.
"Aha!" she yelled triumpantly as she yanked open the last closet, then backed away from with with a disgrunted expression, closing it again. "Where is he? Keitarou is not *that* imaginative, is he?" she muttered, then shook his head. "No, he is here... Somewhere..." she answered herself, spinning around, but apparently failing to loccate anyplace where the young man in question could be hiding.
"Uh, I might... Know... Someplace..." Naru offered hesitantly and Haruka instantly twirled around, fixing her with a piercing gaze. "Ah... Uh... There is an entrance to the tunnels... Over there..." she blurted out, pointing over at one of the panels. Haruka stalked over to it and exprimentally poked it aside with her foot, revealing a large pillow propped up against it. She nodded thoughtfully, then pushed the panel back and spun around again, glaring at Naru.
"Not a word... Not to anyone. Let him rest. He'll explain when he is ready." Haruka ordered and strode towards the door, stopping in mid-motion before her hand reached the door. She looked back over her shoulder at the confused Naru. "Do *NOT* open any more windows in here. No sunlight whatsoever." she stated and this was far beyond a mere instruction or order, it was a more in the lines of a prophecy or prediction of the future. Naru found herself nodding.
/Clear as glass! No opening of any windows./ Naru thought, swallowing nervously even after Haruka had stopped glaring and left the room, closing the door behind her. She looked over at the panel again. /Sunlight? What the heck is going on here? Why isn't he sleeping in his futon?/ she wondered, slowly standing up before leaving the room, taking the tray with her.
"Thank godness you didn't sleep in your futon." Haruka muttered, still a triffle unnerved at earlier events, though not much of it showed any longer. "You're smarter then you look."
"Yeah..." Keitarou commented, swallowing nervously. "I didn't think it'd be such a hot idea, not when nobody knows about my condition and what sort of problems it might cause." he ventured. "What was Naru doing in my room anyway?"
"Apparently, she brought you breakfast." Haruka replied.
"Naru? Did something, for me?" Keitarou mumbled with a stunned look on his face. "Did someonce force her?" he guessed.
"Not that I know of. I think it was something she wanted to do." Haruka replied, then changed the subject. "If you're not going to tell them the truth, you will have to come up with something better then this silly excuse about a new study method.
"Oh, but that actually works!" Keitarou revealed, changing the subject and holding up a small wad of mock exams that had been neatly piled on the table in front of him. "Over the last week, I haven't scored less then 78% and rarely under 85%." he informed her.
"You mean... 85% of your answers were *correct*?" Haruka demanded, an eyebrow rising inquisitively. "How is that even remotely possible?"
"Hey!" Keitarou protested, then got a thoughtful expression. "I think it is because for the first time in my life, I've been able to study in relative peace and quiet. Back home, Kanako always seemed to be around, pestering me, disturbing me and making it impossible to focus. And here... Well, you know?" he stated and Haruka nodded, she did indeed know.
Kaolla and her experiments, overwhelming energy and tendency to use Keitarou as a target in various violent games. Kitsune and the pranks she pulled whenever she was feeling bored. Motoko being resentful of males in general and Keitarou in particular, taking every opportunity she could to relieve her penned-up frustrations on Keitarou. Sarah and her dislike of the Ronin. Shinobu's crush and her more or less subtle attempts to never be far away from her sempai. Naru...
Yes, Haruka did indeed know that focus and concentration had been hard to come by since Keitarou came to Hinata Sou.
"Well, congratulations." she muttered, though one corner of her lip twitched upwards for a moment and a perceptive viewer might almost suspect that she was proud. Of course, Keitarou was far from perceptive most of the time and this was one such time. He only heard the emotionless tone of voice and lost some of the joy and pride he had been feeling. "But you really need to decide on what to tell them now. After the incident this morning, you need to tell them something. If not the whole truth, then at least part of it. Perhaps Naru doesn't have to know that it was she who killed you and Kitsune that it was you who knocked her out, but you have to give them some explanation." she continued.
"I know." Keitarou replied, bowing his head depressedly, his jaw resting against his chest. "I'm going to tell them. Tell them everything... Well, almost everything." he decided, clenching his fists as he felt his heart grow even colder then it already was and not because his body was dead, but because he feared their reactions. "C-could you do me a favor, Au... Haruka?" Keitarou inquired, looking up at his aunt.
"Sure." she simply replied.
"Don't let Motoko kill me... Again. Before I've finished explaining?" he asked. "Oh, and if at all possible, not after I've explained either?" he added.
"I'll do my best, Keitarou." she replied, her face brightened by one of her all too-rare smiles, before she stood up and Keitarou with her. She turned to leave, but stopped mid-turn and instead walked over to Keitarou, slipping her arms around him. "Keitarou..." she murmured so quietly that if Keitarou's senses hadn't been made a little sharper by his transformation, he never would have heard it.
Keitarou was caught by surprise at first, but slowly raised his arms and returned the unexpected little hug. He could count the number of hugs he'd gotten from Aunt Haruka in the last five years on the fingers of one hand. One on every birthday. He'd get some practical little gift, a hug, one of her rarely used smiles, a swat on the back of his head for the 'aunt' when saying 'Thanks, Aunt Haruka.' and then she'd stay for precisely thirty minutes before leaving.
She hadn't always been like that, hadn't been quite old enough to have been told the entire story. But after what had seemed like a particulary nasty breakup with her boyfriend, she'd turned moody and withdrawn. Certain conversations he'd witnessed between her and Seta made him suspect that perhaps Seta was that ex boyfriend. But he had a hard time reconciling the image of somebody who so managed to hurt Haruka enough to result in such a drastical change with the absentminded and happy-go-lucky Seta.
But Keitarou being Keitarou and with a luck that not even death had managed to change, of course this tender little moment between him and Haruka couldn't go unpunished.
"Keitarou? Are you up ye-eeeaaahahahh..." Naru begun, trailing off as she entered his room without knocking and came to a complete stop, her eyes bulging out as she stared at the two of them.
"Narusegawa! No! No! This isn't... We weren't... I wasn't... Aunt Haru-GNK!" Keitarou protested, cut off in mid-speech by Haruka.
+Swat+
"Don't call me Aunt." Haruka stated, cracking her knuckles in a very omnious manner and taking a drag from her cigarette, looking calmly at Naru. "Well, I have to go. Good night, Keitarou. Naru." she said and left the room.
"Narusegawa... Eh, hahahahaha..." Keitarou laughed nervously, beads of sweat forming and slowly trailing down as he automatically backed up a few steps, though Naru hadn't moved an inch since comming to a stop.
"Are... Are you two... Is *that* why she keeps telling you not to call her 'Aunt'?" Naru stated emotionlessly, then blinked and shook her head. "No, that can't be right. Haruka isn't a pervert... Although she does have all those odd clothes and underwear... No! No, she isn't a pervert..." she added after a few moments, causing Keitarou to nearly trip and fall.
"Hey!" he protested, waving his arms about. "I'm not a pervert either!!!" to which Naru merely responded with a very un-ladylike snort. "I'm not!" he insisted, then slumped and sat down at the table again, shaking his head in dismay. "I am the most missunderstood individual on the face of this planet..." he muttered, his forehead banging against the surface of the table as he let his head fall in defeat.
But his head was raised again as he heard the door slide shut, only to see Naru standing inside the closed door, then lock the screen in place. Keitarou swallowed nervously, images flying by inside his head which, he had to admit, were at least a bit on the perverted side. As she walked over towards him, he started to sweat again and swallowed nervously, but calmed down somewhat as Naru merely sat down on the opposite side of him. She looked very intently at him for a few moments, then pushed a box of paper napkins that was standing on the table over towards him with on odd look on her face.
"What are these for?" Keitarou inquired, looking at the box in confusion.
"You're sweating blood." was all she said, handing Keitarou a small vanity mirror from one of her pockets.
The End! ( For now... )
