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Sleep

Omniscient pov

A wetness is dripping, he can feel it. The wetness seeps and stains. Changing wonderful white to a painful red. All colors of innocence drifting in comparison to this painful color. His pale features drain as he is weakened from the inside. He mentally stops all blood flow in that area, stopping it's descent onto the cold moonlit ground.

'Kuso!' He was angry with himself. He couldn't understand how they had gotten through his defences. It happened in the mere second he was unaware. He hesitated, faultered, and felt remorse, and within that second, his weakness was taken advantage of. He was punched and stabbed. His right arm was nearly torn from it's socket.

One of the abilities present is a stun punch. Meaning with just a single punch, it sends an electrical shock through your body, sizzling your veins, snapping tendons, making it easier to rip limbs from a vampire. Another vampires' ability is upon impact of a punch, they could morph their hands into an indestructable alloy, allowing it to pierce through skin. Or in Ryoma's case stab.

Ryoma had fought within their minds weakening Ryoga's hold, so he wouldn't have to fight as much as possible. Some fighters fell to his mental capabilities alone. Still, he healed all of those present. How could he have been so stupid?

He didn't regret healing them, he regretted allowing himself to get hurt in the first place. He looked back at the person trailing behind him. He looked truly terrified because only Ryoma and the one who dealt him this particularly painful blow know the extent of the injury.

Everything is in pain. His limbs feel truly detatched, but he can't show it. Even now he is not walking, because walking would require movement of limbs. He is levitating, barely off of the ground, giving the illusion of mobility. He must not show weakness. How can he? As king his duty and people come first.

He continued to walk and lead this mass of vampires now at his disposal. He grimaced as he walked onto the deserted court. He caught a glimpse of Syuusuke by the window, he caught himself as he attempted to wave. A pulsating pain shot through his arm, and he looked away from the window. He continued walking and spoke through clenched teeth.

"You will wait here for orders, sit on the court, in even spaces, and stay quiet. I have business to attend to." Ryoma continued walking as the march behind him halted. With a procession of quickly retreating footsteps, and he didn't need to check to know that his will was obeyed.

Before he walked into the clubroom, he rechecked his shield. In his mind he coiled his shield more tightly around his body. It was made purely from his mind, it shaped and bent to his will. This shield was the only reason no vampire could smell his blood. It was at this moment, the difference between weakness and strength.

Thought's were hectic and chaotic, when four people's singular thought sprang out to him and in his annoyance, he acted rashly. He used his power without further thought to his well being.

The clubhouse itself was dark and murky. The wonderful sun now hidden somewhere on the other side of the world. All shadows gone, with only darkness greeting the thirty still forms. Their bodies were all previously ramrod straight, as they awaited orders from their king. Fuji hung by the back window flanked by Ryoma's four princes, behind an empty chair. All others were in various stages of patience. Momo and Kaido no longer fought, because it only proved to annoy those present.

The four lovers sat close to one another, sending furtive glances at a still Fuji. He stared, with closed eyes and arms crossed, into the thickening night. He glanced up at the stars or maybe something farther up.

His smile grew and his eyes opened, with a slight twinkle in his eyes, as he let out a sigh of relief. However, just as quickly his face mellowed and his smile dropped into a frown. No one paid attention, but the four that did were shocked and confused. With all four sharing the same thought, 'What's wrong with my Syuusuke?'. They stood to approach the pensive male-

"Bam!" The noise shocked the regulars out of their thoughts, as a hooded figure glided into the clubhouse. His back was straight and his eyes were shielded by a pair of dark sunglasses. His hair swung deftly, clinging lightly to the frame of his face. Though his face was smooth and emotionless, there was a feeling of tiredness that seemed to eminate from him.

"Gah!" Kikumaru jumped onto the sitting lap of a blushing Oishi. His arms wrapped around his best friends head forcing Oishi to become really acquainted with Eiji's stomach. He transformed into a cat in his fright, nails digging painfully into a now gasping Oishi.

Kaido recoiled with a hiss, as Momo began laughing boisterously at his response. Only to shrink back as an aura emanated from the dark form that just entered. Syuusuke was the only unsurprised person in the room. Even the elders rose a questioning eyebrow.

'Did you really have to slam the door.'

'You would too if you heard what I did.' Ryoma growled into their minds.

Everyone else watched carefully as the young mans hood fell from his head and his glasses removed themselves from his face of their own accord. They folded neatly and lay against the desk in front of the window currently occupied by Syuu, and his four elders. He fixed his golden eyes in an icy glare directed at his four elders and the four lovers half-risen out of their seats, to go to HIS Syuusuke. Ryoma seemingly ambled to the desk and sat in the chair, cutting off the four males. Which Syuu didn't miss and had to stifle his chuckles.

However he never actually touched the chair. He knew if there was any interference with his shield, it would crumble, exposing his pain to the vampires present. He sat and faced the horde of vampires and thought.

He wondered, whether or not he should speak into their minds. If he chose a mental conversation. Well, he didn't believe he had enough strength. He could easily enter their minds, but he didn't think he could also hide his true thought's from the minds present. However if he spoke, it could be potentially painful. He could only self heal so quickly. It was easier to heal others but not yourself. He decided to speak aloud.

He opened his mouth to speak, and found himself parched. Not vampire parched. It seemed his other side was showing itself. As part angel his body had a certain affinity to sweets. It had something to do with angels having the innocence of children. 'Gah! As if they've never met Syuusuke, damn sadist.' Usually he would drink a can of ponta, but he needed something sweet now and that wouldn't require his hands, and something he could eat mentally without looking pretentious. This always happened every time after he drained his power. So without further thought, he spoke.

"Gum, Marui." The red-head raised an eyebrow as the other three looked over their King more thoroughly. They knew he only needed something sweet when he was physically drained, and he only reached that stage twice. First when his parents died and he unleashed his power on those responsible and the second being during a battle between himself and Ryoga, before the exiled prince left. As they looked more closely they noticed no indent on the chair, as their vampire eyes peered more closely, they realized their King wasn't even touching the chair!

Something was wrong, but the reason was unknown. All present shifted uncomfortably, at the unfamiliarity as the air seemed to get more tense. Candle-like flames erupted around the vast room. Illuminating the darkness. Ryoma couldn't stand it...the darkness, so he used his pyrotechnic abilities as he sent little balls of flame hovering around the room.

"Hai!" He held out the gum, releasing it and expected it to hit his hand; except all it did was unwrap itself and float into his mouth. The four elders narrowed their eyes as people around the room snorted. As if their King was that vain to actually use his telepathy, with no regard. He wasn't lazy, as if he couldn't use his hands. The elders knew immediately something was wrong, but they chose to remain silent. The entire exchange didn't go unnoticed by Syuusuke's piercing gaze.

He strode forward to place a hand against Ryoma's shoulder. In an attempt to confirm his suspicions.

'Don't.' The sweet voice spoke quietly into his mind, and Syuu immediately halted his steps. His eyes snapped open as he stepped backward, his back lightly hitting the window frame.

'So I was right. You are hurt.' He spoke calmly in his mind knowing the King would hear him.

'Aaa, Don't worry, I'm healing, just not fast enough. My-'

'Shield, I take it, that would explain why you haven't let anyone touch you. How bad is it?' Ryoma sighed in his mind. He knew it was futile to not answer his questions, and chose to just answer it.

'I can't use my limbs.'

'Saa.' That one statement held so much malice. 'Which one in the crowd of monkeys did it?' His voice was like steel as it rang in Ryoma's mind. He could feel Syuu's gaze piercing into the back of his head. He felt a slight tingle at the thought's of revenge swirling around the angels mind. He saw as Syuu's thought's trailed to the army on the court's. He saw in his mind as Syuu's azure orbs stared transfixed on the burning bodies, screaming in agony, begging the angel for help. Only a cold chuckle fell from his lips, sending tingles of pleasure up Ryoma's spine.

'Aren't you supposed to be an angel?' A smirk graced the Kings features as he spoke to him.

'Labels, my dear King...just labels.' Syuu's left hand forefinger lightly stroked his own lips in a pensive way. His thought's drifted to the vampires outside, and suddenly his thoughts were gone. His true self was hidden from Ryoma, and he felt no need to remain within his mind. He shut off his mental link to the tensai with a sigh. His head hung low as he looked at the immobile vampires around him. His head snapped up, and he was silently thankful he has the use of his neck, as he spoke.

"Now here is what's happening. So pay attention because I will not be repeating myself. As you surely know I am the King of vampires, rightfully so, might I add. My brother Ryoga, however begs to differ. He believes in an existence of vampires that strives soley on the deaths of humans. Which is a direct violation of the treaty made by my mother and father between angels and vampires.(A/N notice how he didn't say between mother and father/ keep in mind they have no idea he's an angel, so it's safe to assume they also do not know that his mother was an angel as well.) We have all vowed to not harm human life. Ryoga seeks power, and the abolition of this treaty. Which is where our dear angel Fuji comes in. If you would please."

Fuji stepped forward to stand at Ryoma's right side. His eyes were closed now, and his arms were intwined firmly across his chest. The moonlight outlining his lean frame, as the flames sent shadows around the room. Highliting half of his face in a red glow. Ryoma swallowed the sweet gum as he forced himself to focus on the vampires before him, and not on the wonderfully warm angel beside him.

"Saa, the King, my King heard of this tryst among your family and sent me as a scouter of some sorts. He wanted me to gather intel."

"If your just sent to spy on us, then wh-" Kirihara was muffled by a glare from the King, or was it maybe because our dear King put a psychological muzzle on him.

"You misunderstand. You should be ashame-"

"Of what, he lied to us." Sanada spoke this time. Ryoma could tell his outburst wasn't of anger but pain and let it slide. However he didn't take to kindly to being cut off, and it seemed his elders were equally angry by this fact. Sanada seemed to be encased in a box of water that was set on boil, and his senses seem to have fallen asleep as he fell limply to the ground. Marui spoke for the three now using their powers.

"How dare you interrupt the King. Surely if you had listened, you would understand." He spoke in an off-hand tone. As if dismissing.

"Let him go." Ryoma's quiet voice rang through the room, in a tone that commanded respect. Immediately, Sanada fell to the ground in a gagging heap. As his lovers flanked him. Water spewing out of his mouth as his sleepy muscles woke up, sending a painful tingle throughout his limbs.

Syuusuke chuckled beside him and Ryoma almost smiled. He peered at him through the corner of his eyes. He trailed his frame from his feet to his head. His eyes flitted over his muscled legs, taut stomach, the muscle lines on his folded biceps, his long and slender fingers, across his toned chest (In which the loose shirt exposed his lightly colored pecs), up his slender neck and straight into his warm blue gaze.

'Like what you see Ryoma.' Fuji smiled sadistically with mirth as he lifted his left eyebrow at the King. Ryoma smirked as he peered at his four elders.

"Tch, so troublesome." He fixed a glare at the four mentally sending it to Syuu as well, while he mentally spoke to his princes.

'Good job, and thank you. I don't like to go back on my word. After all I did promise not to harm him.'

'We know.' They thought in unison, as Ryoma sent a mental chuckle through their minds. They all mentally beamed at their King, while maintaining a downcast expression.

"Well as I was saying, you misunderstood, and you should be ashamed of calling your friend a spy. Especially when that's not what he said." He peered sideways to a glowing Syuusuke. He seemed happy.

'You planned that didn't you... that's why you worded it the way you did.' Syuusuke's facial expression didn't change, but he still seemed happier. Ryoma rose his right eyebrow sardonically.

'An angel, who enjoys chaos...interesting.'

'Saa, and if I did.'

'As expected of you.'

'Is it so expected, do you know me?'

'Hi- me- tsu.' Ryoma smirked at Syuu's never changing expression. He chuckled in his mind.

"Perhaps I should have explained my self better. I was sent to check what Ryoga was up to. Our King has no doubts as to the followers of your King, that is to say yourselves. We came to verify if our assistance was needed to defeat the threat of our peace. I never meant to decieve you, after all I was merely sent to observe, and protect Ryoma." Everyone shifted their gazes between Ryoma and Syuusuke, confused by the lack of formality.

'Did you have to say my name like that?'

' Hi-me- tsu.'

Ryoma rose from his chair as he spoke parting words. Fuji moved as Ryoma moved, practically mirroring his four princes were relieved the conversation was almost over. They wanted to know the well-being of their King. Ryoma mentally smirked at his princes. As if he would willingly be mother-henned.

"Ryoga is a pitiful excuse for a vampire, he uses mind manipulation to obtain his armies. Therefore the vampires on the court are to be dealt no harm. They had no control over their actions. I want them dealt with by... my princes. Any further questions you may have is to be directed to them as well. Seeing as they will be training you for combat." The princes halted in their movements and nearly growled in annoyance. They caught Ryoma's mirth in his eyes.

"In time Ryoga will return, with more numbers at his disposal, and I must be assured you can defend yourselves. I would want no careless death's, it's is not only wasteful, but death in itself is disgusting to me, especially death dealt to my charges. As King, you are all my charges." He glided out of the room with Fuji trailing behind him. The room having erupted in confusion, all directing questions on what their training will entail to the four very pissed princes.

Ryoma walked (floated) into his dorm. "Are you planning on following me all day?" Ryoma drawled as he turned to face the 'angelic' smile.

"I would follow you anywhere. But I digress..interesting, it seems we share a dorm."

"Hai." A mischievious glint passed Ryoma's eyes as he appraised Fuji once more. Taking in the literally heavenly creature before him. Oh the things he would do...

"Are you done yet?" Ryoma smirked.

"Not even started." He stared nimbly down at the zipper of his pants. "Weird."

Fuji rose an eyebrow. "What's weird?"

"Not even a twitch." Ryoma chuckled as Fuji gave a strained smile at the insult. Ryoma knew Fuji was baiting him but he couldn't help himself.

"I'll be back I need a shower." Ryoma looked for a towel. Fuji composed himself and smiled blissfully as he began to tease once more. It was Fuji's turn.

Fuji glided his hand across his chest and into the unbuttoned part of his shirt. He opened his eyes a slit, so a hint of his gorgeous baby blues could be seen. "Do you want some help." His voice flitted over the words sexually. As he grabbed a towel from behind him.

He walked up, directly behind Ryoma. He draped his arms over Ryoma's shoulders, not touching him, as he placed the towel in his hands. He bent down to his level placing his lips at Ryoma's ear and blew lightly, "Ryoma?"

Ryoma dropped his shield as a shiver ran through his body, grabbing the doorknob to the bathroom. He flitted his golden eyes over Syuu's chuckling form, and turned to face Fuji as he licked his lips, darting his soft pink tongue out to drench his parched lips. "Don't you wish."

Ryoma closed the door and started the shower. Fuji sank into his bed. He lifted his fisted hands and placed them over his eyes. His smile dropped as he frowned.

"Yes I do."

A/N- WELL... THAT'S IT! AWWWWWWWW, FUDGE NUGGETS! JK XD

Ryoma felt all the blood running down the drain, and couldn't have felt more relieved. It was truly relaxing. He allowed the heat to run on his sore muscles. They still felt tired but at least they were no longer detatched. His hands glided through his hair, lathering it in soap, dragging it down his frame. His hands skimmed over his stomach, and his eyes flew open in pain as he hissed. He looked down at a gash from his belly button to his hip bone. He mentally berated himself. How could he have been so careless? He had spent so much energy healing his tendons and joints that he almost completly forgot about the gash.

He jumped out of the shower, and dried himself wary of the gash, mentally stopping the blood from falling. He bandaged himself, so he could last untill tommorow. Then he will be more rested and more able to heal himself correctly. He put on pajama pants and decided to go shirtless.

He opened the door, stepping into the room. He heard the soft, even breathing of Syuusuke and noticed him asleep.

Walking over to him he created a ball of flame to light the angels face, as he looked at him more closely. He looked so peaceful. His arms were over his face in an awkward angle, and yet so uncomfortable. Ryoma bent slowly, relieving Syuu of his shoes. He mentally rid him of his incredibly tight jeans, there was no way he would have the restraint to continue if he had done that physically. He pulled his arms from his face and placed them on his stomach. He lifted the blanket over his sleeping form.

He smiled at him as he remembered, how many times this scene had actually happened. Usually it was the other way around, but Ryoma felt nostalgic as he laid in his bed, snuggling into his blankets. He curled on his side, wincing from the pain on his abdomen.

Whimpers filled the quiet room startling Fuji out of his dreams. He looked around, flipping the blanket off his body, his attention diverted to the quivering male in the bed beside his own. Ryoma was shaking, his blanket was a tangled mess around his legs. A patch of white across his bare abdomen caught his attention. He jumped to his feet and looked down at himself. 'When did I-'

'Syuu~suke.' Syuu froze and blinked in confusion as Ryoma continued sleeping. He moved restlessly.

'Is he dreaming about me?' Fuji stepped closer to the male and stood beside his sleeping form. He reached out to shake the King out of his dream, when Ryoma's body flipped around to face him. Fuji froze, his hand half extended. The moonlight playing across his wonderful features. His eyes flitted from his emerald hair to his pouted lips. Before he could stop himself he pressed his fingertips lightly against Ryoma's lips. He traced them lightly as Ryoma sighed in his sleep.

'Syuu, come back.'Fuji frowned at the sleeping male as Ryoma grabbed Fuji around the neck pulling him into the bed. His eyes flew open in confusion.

Fuji blinked before a true smile spread across his lips. He was lying in a bed, with Ryoma draped across his chest. He felt amazing. Ryoma nestled his head into the crook of Fuji's neck.

'I missed you.' Fuji didn't know if Ryoma was talking about him or not but at this point he was so happy. He wound his arms around the shorter's waist pulling him closer. If he wasn't talking about him.. well it would be fairly easy to pretend otherwise.

His hand felt something, and he remembered the white thing. He shifted slightly so he could see. 'bandages. How hurt is he?' He frowned and pulled the bandage off, revealing a large gash. He felt angry, how dare they hurt him? He placed his right hand lightly over it. Wondering how much pain he was in. He trailed his hand over the gash, as his hand glowed blue. A feathery light substance falling over the gash, healing it.

He relaxed with his left arm around the back of Ryoma's waist as his right hand stayed across the now- healed gash. Ryoma snuggled into him, both hands fisting Fuji's clothed chest. His head lay nestled in his neck as Syuu breathed in the grape scent that was purely Ryoma. They both fell into a blissful sleep. In the arms of their true lovers.