A Sweet Fanged Smile
*Jumps out in dinosaur costume* RAWR!
OK, so today I'm going to give you this whole thing on my weird views about society. In my opinion humans aren't exactly making the best name for themselves. We made buildings! Great, you destroyed fifty acres of good land in the process! We do stuff like that and then wonder why the world is falling into ruin. I don't see the difference between humans and vampires; we both just throw ourselves into war and kill each other because we can't agree, then we make statues out of villainous murderers and proclaim them heroes. You give someone fangs, they're an evil creature of darkness, give a man a gun, he's a war hero. We make cars that spit out pollution and make a big show of us trying to fix the bad air that was perfectly good before we came along. We basically cause all of our own problems in the world, complain to no one in particular, and just ignore what was our fault. That's my opinion anyway (so don't take it to heart). This whole thing kinda relates to the poem (it's a cinquain, by the way) so that's why I said all that...
I try to put a lot of feeling into writing. More than half of the stuff in here I've never experienced so I really try to play off of human emotions.
Sorry this chapter took so long! I'll make up for this by adding bonus character profiles at the end of it! FORGIVE MEEE!
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CHAPTER 10
Vampires
Blood-thirsty, murderous
Hunting, howling, haunting,
Creatures of the night
Monsters.
Humans
Vain, selfish
Chasing, catching, chilling
Hunters of only self-sustenance
Monsters.
Are we really that different from what we call monsters?
It was just another typical day. Raiden had gone out to town for groceries. That was it. Just that. It was just another ordinary day.
Then the screaming started.
It was a young woman, early twenties, with long, white-blonde hair. She was running from something that was obviously chasing her, every once in a while she would swivel around and blast it with a jet of water conjured from what seemed like thin air. Her eyes were red, switching briefly to lavender, and she had two long fangs hidden on either side of her pale lips. A vampire if he had ever seen one. For someone who had known Kana for years, she was easy to spot. Raiden squinted at her. Something was obviously wrong here. The woman was injured – she was so drenched in blood it was surprising she could still stand. She may have been somewhat delirious from blood loss, but she was loosing her footing and running into things every three steps. He squinted harder, his sharp vision trying to bore into her eyes. Her eyes. It was almost as if she...
Raiden froze.
A mad vampire, a level E, leaped from the building adjacent to the woman, prominent fangs bared. She screamed and tried to shield herself from the attack when her blind eyes detected a flash of light. A guttural scream pierced the air as Raiden shot it with a blast of electricity so powerful it could have blown out the entire city. He boiled with anger and electricity radiated throughout his entire body. He scooped the woman up from the ground and ran from the oncoming wave of vampires.
The woman gasped and felt a prick of electrical currents flow through her ragged body. The last thing she remembered was that current before she blacked out.
The woman shifted in her sleep and opened her unseeing eyes to the bright light of a sunset. She could hear the rumble of a car engine and feel the occasional bump in the road. She was freezing, dizzy, and craving blood, but the blanket wrapped around her did help how cold she was.
"You awake back there, sweetheart?"
The woman jerked up and cried out as her whole body ached. Her eyes were bright red.
"Easy there, you've lost a lot of blood. I was going to take you to my fiancee to be treated, but I need to stop the bleeding first." Raiden pulled over an cracked open the back door.
Th-thump.
He unraveled the blanket and leaned in to inspect her injures.
Th-thump, th-thump.
He saw her shiver when he wiped the blood off of her face with his thumb.
Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump.
She couldn't take it anymore, the woman sank her fangs into his neck.
He gave a yelp like a wounded dog, more in shock than in pain.
His dark, red blood drizzled down her chin as mouthful after mouthful flooded over her tongue. She pried her fangs from his flesh and looked at him once with her hollow, dead eyes, then slumped down onto the backseat, nearly unconscious. "You have to help me," she said, voice barely audible. "I need you to help me."
Raiden pressed a hand to his neck. "Help y... With what?"
"I will do anything. I need you to take me somewhere, but it is very far away and I cannot go alone."
"Where?"
"I need you to take me... To London."
"LONDON?" Raiden shouted, his jaw dropping. "B-but I don't even know your name. Look, I'm just going to take you to Kana and then-"
"Please," she said quietly, tears streaming out of her now blue eyes. "You are my only hope."
Raiden grimaced. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. "I can't just run off to England without batting an eyelash, I at least need some time to think. Could I take you to a hotel? Just for tonight? It's dark out and you're all cut up." He paused and rethought his last sentence. "Stupid thing to say. Forget the whole dark out thing. You're hurt, I'm tired. Let's just go to a hotel."
"All right."
"Are you at least going to give me your name? I'm Raiden Natsujina."
"Tachibana."
"Not your surname, your given one."
Shika paused and remembered something a little blonde boy had said to her. "Shika. My name is Shika."
"Do you have our passports, Mr. Natsujina?"
"Yeah, I got 'em. You know I'm just dropping you off in England then flying straight back here, got it?"
"Yes. I will pay you back in full once I reach London."
"Kana's going to have my head when she finds out I spent our money and ran off to another country right before our wedding. Halfway around the world with a girl I barely know..." He shook his head in positive awe.
"Kana? She is your fiancee, correct?"
"Yeah," Raiden said blissfully, day-dreaming of his future wife in her white gown. It was almost scary how closely he resembled Kaien Cross in that moment. Then suddenly, the smile dropped from his face. "Go, go," he hissed, ushering Shika onto the plane just before the gates closed.
"What was it?"
"One of those men," Raiden said grimly. "He had a walkie-talkie and was looking at us like a panther hunting down its latest prey." They took their seats, Raiden put in his earphones, and they were relatively silent the rest of the trip.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF SATEN DO YOU MEAN INVALID?" Raiden roared. The woman at the front desk trembled and explained once again that his passport was invalid. Raiden cussed language so foul it beat out anything Kana could have come up with. The woman was so frightened she actually called security to drag him out.
"Bastards! You can't throw me out!" he struggled.
"You heard what the lady said. It's invalid, now get the hell out."
"Get the hell out, my ass! You don't know what I'm capable of, you little mother f-"
The security guard cut him off with a direct punch to the stomach. "Do I need to continue?"
He gave him an evil smile, clutching his stomach, indigo eyes blazing with electricity. "I don't know. Do we?" he said in a voice so sinisterly chilling it made the hair on the back of the security guard's neck stand up.
"Fine. Just get out of here," he said, walking back inside the airport.
Raiden couldn't contain his anger. He slammed his fist into a telephone pole and shorted out the whole system, much to the amusement of a little boy strolling past. "Dammit!" he shouted, then his voice grew softer. "Dammit."
"Mr. Natsujina ? Have you left?" Shika waited a moment for a response and when she didn't hear one, she felt a pang of sadness.
"I'm still here," a dead, husky voice said.
Shika lit up like a candle and followed the direction of the voice. She sat down on the bed next to Raiden, but felt an overwhelming rush of sadness radiating from him. "What is wrong?" She brushed his cheek with her hand and it came back wet.
Salty tears trickled down his face as he whispered, "Invalid. My passport is invalid. If I try to give anyone my name they claim I'm a convict and I'm not allowed to travel anywhere outside of London. I can't get back home. My fiancee and my adopted daughter... I'll never be able to see them again." He dropped off with a choked sound and shakily pressed his lips to the picture of his beloved family.
"Why does that matter?"
Raiden laughed weakly. "You don't get it, do you? That's OK, I didn't expect you to. Will you answer something for me? Why are you being pursued by those fiends? And who sent them?"
Shika played with the tear between her first finger and thumb. "They were sent by the Senate. Head of the Vampire Council to be specific. When I was younger, I was jailed by the head of the Vampire C
ouncil, Asato Ichijo – Ichio – because of my blood. It can be used as a source of healing to other vampires, so many are after it. Ichio thought if he never allowed me outside, it would prevent me from being pursued, so he could keep me to himself. He blamed me and said it was because of my, 'fragility' and 'poor health' and my 'disability'. He never considered my feelings in the slightest. So one day, I ran away. I have been running ever since."
Raiden wrapped his arm a around her shoulder. "You've got it pretty rough," he said bitterly.
"Where did you get your electrical abilities from?"
Raiden rolled up his left pant leg and placed her pale hand on his ankle. "It's not braille, but I think you can figure gout what it says. It's English letters too, if that helps."
"T...G...4...0...4? What is that?"
"My code," he said, eying his tattoo unhappily. "I was branded with it when I was fifteen. A frothing mix of chemicals, needles, experiments, and taa-daa, you have given a man the power to manipulate electricity and more emotional and physical scarring than anyone could ever imagine."
"I am going to ask you one more question; Why did you rescue me? I have no significant meaning in your life, I am a stranger, and I am a vampire, so... Why?"
"Why?" Raiden repeated in a daze. He was remembering a young boy who had his eyesight snatched away from him by his friend. "Because it's not fair to pick on someone who's blind."
Mizuki pressed her fingertips together and concentrated hard. It was the next day, nearly evening. "So what happened after you found out you couldn't get back? I thought Shika was looking for her parents."
"She was. Her mother committed suicide years ago and no one knew who her father was, just that he was an aristocratic vampire."
"Well, if you had been deemed a criminal, how did you get back to Japan?"
Takuma grinned like a fox and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "A certain Ichijo pulled a few strings."
Raiden gave him a small smile, but frowned before saying, "Takuma, I take it you haven't told your grandfather that it was you who helped Shika and I out of England? And that your friendship with her and the rest of this family is unknown?"
His fox-like grin turned sheepish. "Eh heh... No. I haven't told him..."
Raiden grit his teeth and said savagely, "Then that's why we're still being pursued. Part of it, at least. Kana told me that you and Mizuki were attacked by one of them once and that it injured you pretty badly, Takuma. Ran you through with a pipe, huh? The same happened at the wedding and tonight. I've come to the obvious conclusion that we are still technically on-the-run convicts in the eyes of the Vampire Council and Asato Ichijo. Worse, they've begun to target this family. Takuma, I was wondering, would you mind talking to your grandfather for me? I think if either Shika or myself took one step into the gates, we would both be nothing but rags."
Takuma smiled. "Of course I will, it's the least I can do after all the trouble they've caused you. Actually, I have some time on my hands, so why don't I go now?"
Relief washed over Raiden like a wave. "Thank you, Takuma."
Mizuki latched onto her lover and bluntly refused to let go. "I'm coming with you. I promise I won't make a commotion if you let me." When she gave him the puppy-dog eyes, he caved and allowed her to follow him out the door.
Raiden cracked a smile when they left and remembered a specific phone call he had received in London. "Yes?" Raiden said warily into the phone. A Japanese number that had actually gotten through to him? For the first time in two years?
"Hello? Is this Mr. Raiden Natsujina?"
"Who is this?" Raiden said hurriedly without answering the question. Had he been expecting a woman's voice instead of a man's? Maybe it was just wishful thinking.
"Ah, of course; my name is Ichijo."
The color drained from his face. Shika had mentioned Asato Ichijo too many times for him not to remember the name. "Why are you calling me, Ichijo?" he snarled.
The voice on the phone sounded a little taken aback. "I don't think you understand. My name is Takuma Ichijo. I know Mizuki Natsujina."
Raiden gripped the phone like it was the only thing keeping him standing. "Mizuki?" he said hoarsely, completely forgetting the fact that he was an Ichijo.
"And Kana."
He almost laughed and had to fight tears of joy. "H-how are they? Are they doing all right?"
He could tell the Takuma was smiling right through the phone. "Yes, they're great. Although, they miss you very much. Mr. Natsujina, I have been informed of your situation and I have a proposal for you; how would you like to come back to Japan and see them?"
Raiden had to stop himself from collapsing onto his bed.
"Mr. Natsujina?"
"Yes!" he gasped. "Please, t-take me back home!"
He could hear the smile again. "Good, I'll be in contact with you soon."
He sat there in awe for a minute. Finally. He was finally going to see his family again. It was a miracle.
Shika came out drying her hair. "Who was that? I heard you speaking Japanese," she said.
Raiden grinned like a madman. "Pack your bags, Shika. We're going to Japan."
Takuma glanced around uneasily. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, and the fact that Mizuki was there wasn't helping to calm his nerves. She had already asked him why he was so tense and he had replied he just hadn't seen his grandfather in a while. Good answer: a perfectly logical response that gave absolutely nothing away. She had bought it because he was still smiling as happily as ever, even though inside he was anxious. Takuma tried to think of it as just a leisurely stroll; No, of course he wasn't going to confront his grandfather. Even though he had assured himself of this, he still held his katana tightly and checked once more that Mizuki's disc was safely tucked away in her bag. He could sense something was wrong. Very wrong.
Unfortunately, Takuma's senses turned out to be spot on.
"Mizuki, get down!" he shouted, unsheathing the katana, his sword, and turning it on a surprise attacker. It missed by a radius of a inch and for a second Takuma thought he might get hurt. Then a knife hit the vampire squarely between the eyes and it turned to ash that blew around his ankles.
"I can't believe you," Kana muttered irritably, lighting up a cigarette. "First you yell at my kid to duck when she can perfectly well manage on her own and then you make me take care of this thing for you. Whaddya think you're doing? You wanna just waltz into the Senate with a Natsujina family member? I'll give ya a hint, handsome: Raiden and Shika aren't the only ones they're targeting even if they're their top priority."
Takuma smiled lightly. "Sorry, I thought I could handle it."
Kana's serious face broke into a wolfish grin. "You look like you just got a new pair of socks or something," she said, making a hand-it-over motion with one hand and taking a long draw on her cigarette. "Quit smiling like that and toss me my knife."
"Quit smoking like that and maybe I will."
Kana cocked an eyebrow at his comeback, but flicked her cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out with the heel of her boot. "Fine, just give it here." She caught his good throw and waved goodbye. "I'm outta here. I suggest you do the same before more of 'em show up. I dunno whether they realize you're an Ichijo or not, but if they do it sure as hell don't matter to them. You're in danger and I'm not gonna stop you, but please try not to drag Mizuki down into it."
Mizuki stuck out her tongue. "Aunty Kanaaa, he is NOT dragging me down with him! It's my choice and I'll be fine!"
"Whatever, kiddo!" Kana called before she disappeared into the sunset.
Takuma took Mizuki's hand, smiled when she turned red, and carried on for a few peaceful minutes like nothing had happened. But Kana was right, there were more.
They got to Mizuki first. Two of them ganged up on her; one got her in the back of her head (knocking her glasses to the ground and cracking one of the lenses) while the other occupied her attention from the front. She hit the first one horizontally with her disc right before the second hit her head, causing her to see stars and blink dizzily. The disc came back like a boomerang and she used it to slice vertically through the Level E.
Takuma would have been helping her if he didn't have his own problems. While two of them had come at her, five had sensed his vampire blood, picked him the stronger enemy, and launched themselves at him instead. He handled the first two with minor difficulty, but the last three were more clever and attacked as a group; two of them pinned either arm down while the third raked it's claws through his chest. Takuma cried out in agony and struggled to free himself from their grasp, but they were too strong and kept him locked in place. Blood poured from his body in a waterfall and the skin on his chest was shredded by the claws of the other vampire. His heart pounded in his ears, adrenaline coursed through his body, and in an overwhelming rush of strength he flipped all three off of him. He let his own claws grow inches in seconds and slashed through all three of the Level Es in one fatal blow.
"Takuma?" Mizuki put her broken glasses back on and tried to stop the world from spinning.
Takuma was battling himself to keep his vampire instincts from taking over and controlling him. The alternative to drinking Mizuki's blood now was to drink from someone else later, and take the consequences. He stumbled, the adrenaline rush he had experienced moments ago was fading rapidly. There wasn't much left in him now, but even so he could still hear Mizuki screaming his name.
And the ground rushed up to meet him very suddenly.
Takuma groaned. He felt terrible and was smarting all over. How long had he been out? He remembered fighting the Level Es off and then... Everything after that was just a blur. Something smelled really good but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. He moaned again, trying to stay conscious and open his eyes.
His head was in Mizuki's lap and she was stroking his golden hair. "Thank god you're all right, Takuma."
He looked at her bleakly and attempted a smile, but dropped it almost immediately after. He looked down at his chest and was nearly dizzy at the sight of how much blood he had lost. The realization hit him then: That sweet smell was Mizuki's blood. He changed the course of his vision to her neck. Oh, how tempting it was, how easily he could have taken it, how badly he wanted to sink his teeth into human flesh and feel that warm, luscious blood spill over his tongue to stain it red. Takuma swallowed and fixated his sights on her jugular.
Mizuki took note of it quickly. She slipped off her jacket and undid the first button on her white shirt so it revealed her slim neck.
Takuma's heart beat louder then ever and his red eyes grew to the size of saucers.
"Right here," she said in a soft whisper, pointing to a specific spot on her jugular. "It's OK, Takuma."
"I-I couldn't," he said, but he couldn't break his gaze on her neck.
"You need to. Come on, I promise it wont hurt me. I hate it when you get hurt because you can't smile for me. If you drink my blood them it will make you feel better and you can smile again, right? So just..." she trailed off.
Takuma couldn't hear her anymore. He could see every vein in her neck and was intoxicated by the scent. No. Stop it, he thought. Don't do it. You can't! It's Mizuki! But it was to late. The primitive nature buried deep inside of him was taking over bit by bit. He ran his tongue gingerly over his prominent fangs, he was breaking ever-so slowly. It was just so...
Tempting.
Then, Takuma Ichijo embedded his fangs into Mizuki's neck.
Hot blood flowed over his tongue and he shuddered in relief. He had been correct in every aspect of how good it would taste, but even better. He gulped it down, relishing every last drop he could swallow. He hated himself for enjoying it, being intoxicated by it.
"That's right. It's OK, I know, I know you don't want to, but you need to. You're just fine." Mizuki combed his locks back with a few fingers
Fine? Of course he was f... No. That was a flat out lie. He was shaking like a leaf and he couldn't wrench himself away. But her blood did the trick: seconds after he could taste her, his wounds started to heal themselves. For a minute, he was afraid that he would drink her dry before he could break away. Finally though, he tore his fangs from her neck and reeled back panting. Slowly, his tongue moved up his crimson lips and licked the blood from his cheek and chin.
"Takuma?" Mizuki grazed a hand across her bleeding neck. "You all right?"
Takuma didn't answer. He couldn't bear to look at her right then, even if his eyes were back to their original evergreen, he had just committed the ultimate sin with the girl he adored. What would Kaname say if he ever found out? What would Raiden and Kana think if he ever told them? He didn't want to know, he just wiped the blood off the outer ridges of his mouth.
"Takuma," Mizuki said sternly. "Don't psych yourself out. Everything's going to be just-" she swayed dangerously and toppled forward into his arms. "-fine."
Takuma caught her and shook his head. It was his fault. If only he hadn't decided to pay a visit to his grandfather, maybe then they wouldn't be in this mess.
"I'll be all right, don't worry about me." Mizuki pushed herself back up and took his face in her hands. "Hey, look at me." Takuma made eye contact reluctantly. "Aw. Don't give me that face, you look so sad. Where's that smile?"
Takuma didn't even try.
Mizuki smiled for him and pressed her lips to his passionately. "Come on, show it to me, Takuma."
Takuma couldn't help it. The situation was horrible, it was bad timing, but it was so ironic he couldn't help but break into a grin.
"There you go. Hey, I want you to swear something to me; promise me you'll always love me, no matter what happens. I don't care if you end up with another girl in the end, just swear to me that you'll always care for me. OK? Promise?"
Takuma grinned and kissed her one more time. He took her prominent cheek bones in his large hands, looked her directly into her big, brown eyes, leaned in, and whispered, "I promise. I'll always love you.
"Forever."
END OF CHAPTER TEN
Bonus!
I've been waiting forever to do this! ^-^ Basically, this is all this information know on the characters thus far (heh... Thus... I love that word,) and a few little tidbits from me (you don't have to read them...) on how I got my ideas for certain things.
These are the sites I used to find my Japanese and German names. Most of the names anyway... (I knew a few already.)
www. /female_japanese_
www. /male_japanese_
www. /male_german_
美月 (亮) Mizuki (Akira)
Mizuki: Beautiful moon (Akira: Clear)
Age: 16
Height: 5'7
Appearance: Brown eyes, brown hair (clean cut hair just above her shoulders and clean cut bangs across her forehead). Circular glasses. Prefers to wear comfortable clothes
Personality: She's shy when she first meets people, but once she warms up she is remarkably open. Attaches to people easily and tends to trust at first look. Speaks her mind.
Past: Was brutally beat by her father in the past and ran away from home. Met Raiden and Kana and started to write poems.
Occupation: Unpaid poet
Family: Considers Raiden and Kana her real family, father, mother (deceased)
Other: Is currently trying to surpass Kana in height. She was never officially adopted. Her real name is Akira, but she never used that name and officially changed it once she got a new home. Is deeply in love with Takuma. She may refer to Kana as her aunt, but she refuses to call Raiden her uncle.
Mizuki kinda came about in the spur of the moment. (Actually, all of these characters did and everything just seemed to fall into place...) She's a lot like me, or, how I wish I could be. When I was coming up with the idea for this character, I was thinking of having her be an author. I changed my mind because... I was reading a fictional novel about an author and his book and I got lost. So I decided to have her be a poet instead. ^-^
香奈子 Kanako
Kanako: Fragrant Nara (city in japan) child
Age: 38
Height: 5'8
Appearance: Brown eyes, brown hair (two inches past her shoulders, bangs that fall in front of her eyes, when tending to patients she ties her hair back into a bun and clips her bangs off to the side). Likes to wear large jackets, especially her old hunter's jacket, and is fine with everything but skirts.
Personality: She's very overpowering and has a hot temper. Can be surly, annoying, direct, etc. but is actually very kind and warm hearted. No matter how many insults she throws at him, she is still good friends with Headmaster Kaien Cross.
Past: Was a ferocious vampire hunter in the past known as Joker because of her uncontrollable love for killing and laughing manically when she did. But after meeting and falling in love with Raiden, quit and went on to become a doctor
Occupation: (previously was a vampire hunter) Unlicensed doctor
Family: Mother (?), father (?), husband
Other: Was a smoker until she met Raiden and then he helped her smoke a lot less. The reason she smoked is because it would help to calm her after a hunt. When Raiden disappeared she took up the habit again for comfort and is currently trying to quit entirely. She is a doctor without a degree; knows her way around the medical world but never went to collage, never the less, she is still able to make a good living. She's actually the older off the two and it drives Raiden crazy because he (appropriately?) considers himself to be the more mature
I really like this character. ^-^ I wanted to have a character with a huge personality that can still manage some comic relief... You can have your own opinion on my (attempted) jokes... The decision to make her a vampire hunter back in chapter two was last minute, but I'm glad she was. The art fair at my school was back again a few weeks ago when I first wrote this and last year's winner was an amazing painting of the Joker. I thought this would be the perfect title and figured I could turn her into a vicious murderer who has gone insane with the desire to kill.
鹿 Shika
Shika: Deer
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Appearance: Light blue eyes (blind), white-blonde hair (falls to her waist, likes to style it differently everyday, her bangs are kept neat, but they aren't clean cut like Mizuki's). Prefers skirts and leggings to long pants. Usually only wears black, purple, and blue colors. Likes a lot of jewelry but refuses to wear rings
Personality: She's quiet and sheltered. Even though she can be described as distant she gets along easily with those who accept her unsocial personality
Past: Was confined in a small room because her blood can be used as a healing source that may have been targeted and had received almost no contact from the outside world until she met Takuma. Disappeared mysteriously 11 years prior and has only recently returned with Raiden. They ran off together, him trying to help her out-run the Senate and her trying to discover where her parents were.
Occupation: Unemployed ( for the moment. Later on in the story I was planning on having her become a singer.)
Family: Mother (deceased), father (?)
Other: Was blind since birth and loves to stick her feet in the water ever since Takuma took her to the garden. She always smells faintly of flowers, probably because of the flowers in the garden. Her vampire ability as an aristocrat is to manipulate water without actually touching it. She can also use the water molecules in the air to conjure water if there is none nearby.
I already had a character who was blind in another story and figured I could use it in here. Her appearance – white-blonde hair, blue eyes – again, from another story I'm writing. For those of you who have seen Darker Than Black, she's a little like Yin with my own dark twist. Her look is different though.
雷電 Raiden
Raiden: (Raijin, Kaminari-sama, Narukami-sama, and Raiden-sama are all names of a storm god in Japanese mythology) Thunder and lightning
Age: 37
Height: 5' 11
Appearance: Indigo eyes, light brown hair (he keeps it neat during the week, but on weekends it's very unkempt, this drives Kana crazy, it's a little shorter than Takuma's, he's also clean-shaven on work days but doesn't mind a little stubble on weekends). Looks very professional when he's working (suits), but when he's at home he likes to wear comfortable shirts and jeans. Pushes Kana's buttons with his lazyness
Personality: He seems like the kind of person anyone would be able to get along with. He's easygoing and kind. Truly loves Kana with all of his heart. Has a calming effect on people, and isn't easily angered.
Past: He was used for experimentation when he was fifteen years old under the name TG-404 and can now control electricity. He has a tattoo on his left ankle with that label. He met Shika two years ago. They ran off together, him trying to help her out-run the Vampire Council and her trying to discover where her parents were. He has a soft spot for people who can't see because at fifteen he took the eyesight of his only friend.
Occupation: Electrical engineer
Family: Mother, father, sister, wife
Other: Although he'll never tell her, he likes it best when Kana kisses his cheek. Surprising unorganized and sloppy.
I swear I did NOT take anything about Raiden from any video game he's in! -_- He's my favorite and most complex character by far, so, naturally, I have a lot to say about him: I was looking for Japanese names, found Raiden, liked the sound of it, and didn't think about it much after that. Then I was thinking Raiden needed some sort of ability or power. I thought back to the translation of the name and he became electrified. About the nightmare... I already knew that he was going to have something in his past effect the reasoning for his disappearance with Shika for two years. The nightmare had to be horrifying enough to make him sick too. I was writing a Hunger Games fan-fiction and the main character had a nightmare about what he did to a girl in the games... Believe it or not, I actually got the eyes-floating-in-glass idea from SpongeBob. 0.0 Then, I just racked my brain for what would terrify me if I was Raiden. I abuse my characters so much and most of the time they are so sweet and friendly...
Next chapter will be set one year from now, and I should have it finished in a few weeks. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little bonus!
-crimZonvampire