Sweet Blood
10. Kise's Story
Furihata woke up in the middle of the night with a shiver running down his spine. His heart beat so fast that the brunette was afraid it could get out his chest, his body trembled like he was put under electroshock and he couldn't stop his frenetic breath.
Thinking that maybe he needed a sip of water would calm him, he opened the closed door of his room and began to yawn when cold hands wrapped themselves around his torso, trapping him in a mortal embrace, his face was buried in a chest and his breath was caught in his throat. The body in front of him was warm, but that hug was cold like ice, Furihata thought that there was nothing affectionate and the only sound he could hear was his heart missing a beat. Something was telling him that move was a bad idea, his entire body was constricted in an embrace he didn't want to be part of and he seemed to be unable to blink, his brown eyes were so widen that it hurt.
It was familiar that cold. Furihata dreamed about it many times, too much to count, too horrible to rethink. It was like darkness was embracing him because he felt nothing, it was like every happy moment or every sad moment was whipped away by that hug, leaving him with a void in his heart that Furihata didn't know if he could fill again.
The arms around him tighten their grip and a chin was posed on the top of his head, like they were comforting him but Furihata felt like a prey that was toyed by his predator right before die.
"Kise-kun..." He murmured, his voice muffled on the white shirt that the other boy was wearing, but it was loud enough to be heard in that silent house.
"Furihatacchi! It's been so long! I missed you!" Kise said happily, a malicious grin distorted his beautiful face and he petted the brown hair loosening his grip a bit, permitting at the other to breath. However Furihata didn't even look up, but it wasn't like he was too scared to move or too afraid to meet Kise's gaze, nor it was reassignment either, it was like the blonde didn't even exist.
It was like he didn't even exist.
Anger boiled inside Kise's veins, he grasped harshly Furihata's head and made him look up. Brown met gold, but what Kise saw was just pity... the little chihuahua who couldn't even defend himself was... pitying him? Unacceptable.
"Don't look at me like that." Kise growled, pressing his other hand on the brunette's neck where he bite him long time ago. Kise thought at at least a shout of pain or a whimper of fear, but the actual response surprised him and, if possible, made him angrier than ever.
Furihata didn't say anything, he just continued to look with his impenetrable brown eyes to the blond, never changing his expression, not even a flinch or a sign of discomfort.
However he let out a gasp of pain when Kise howled him on the bed, his back arched with the contact of the mattress and he saw stars for a moment when his head bumped against the wall with a loud "thud". Before he could get up Kise was above him, a smile that could be called insane decorated his face and his hands trapped Furihata's in a strong grip.
"I liked you better when you screamed... well, it doesn't matter, because this will be the last night you're spending on earth." The blonde whispered, his eyes changing in an scary blood and Furihata felt those cold lips making contact with his neck, it was like the night he discovered a new world but this time the bite was... gentler? Yeah, gentler was the word. It didn't hurt so much like the first time, it was like Kise learned what it meant to be "kind". Well, as kind as he could be since he just promised to Furihata that that was going to be the day he died.
Furihata looked to the ceiling and began to think and in the same moment he felt the blood in his veins be sucked away, his time on earth shorting by the passing of the minutes. It passed two weeks since Midorima's talk and Furihata had the time to think for himself, he understood that all the Generation of Miracles were guilty about something that happened to Kise in the past, but the brunette still didn't know what it was, however... Furihata thought at himself as "trapped", he could go to school, he could see his friends but when he returned home he was a blood bank for vampires and he couldn't get away. That's why, with the passing of the days, his thoughts went to Kise. Why was he like that? What happened? And while he was questioning himself, in his mind was already formed the idea that he couldn't be free any more, that his fate was to feed vampires until his death and he found comforting the idea of eternal sleep. It wasn't meant to be suicidal, but it was sad to think that he couldn't get away from the Generation of Miracles and before he knew it, in his mind something snapped, logic and instinct fused together in a single, inform thing.
He looked at himself on the mirror the other day and he nearly didn't recognise himself: his eyes were empty, there was nothing and the emotions he felt didn't even seem true. In that moment he thought that he was having a deja-vu, he already saw those eyes, in a different colour and on a different face, but the expression was the same. It was the same as Kise's.
And that made him feel pity for the blonde and for himself too. That's way he couldn't do anything else than look with pity at Kise when he appeared in front of him earlier, it was the same face he would show to himself.
He returned to reality when that pair of cold lips left his neck and looked up with tired eyes to a Kise who seemed bothered by something. "What's wrong?", he wanted to ask, but his throat didn't let out any sound.
"It's not enough, not enough, not enough!" Kise chanted, a drop of blood fell on Furihata's cheek, while the blonde seemed to have gone completely insane.
Kise breathed from his nose and his breath seemed to have returned to normal, even if he still gripped with an unnecessary amount of strength Furihata's wrists.
"I want to destroy you... I need to destroy you!" Kise whispered but he didn't seem to want to bite him again. Then it clicked. Kise wasn't talking about Furihata no, he was talking at someone more broken and wrecked than he was. Kise was talking to himself. At that self that was so fragile that someone managed to break.
Instinct and logic distanced themselves, and the fog of depression that covered Furihata's tired mind went away and when the brunette blinked he looked like he was seeing the world again. He felt the fear of be pinned down on his mattress, the confusion for the model's words and the infinite worry for Kise. And he felt ashamed of himself when he thought about how many times he preferred death to life in the past days. How could he? There was many things he wanted to do, many places he wanted to visit, many people he wanted to meet... he was throwing away everything and for what? Because he thought that his life would have been horrible be the blood bank for six vampires for the rest of his life, but he was sure many people were having a situation much horrible than his and they stood proud.
His depression was born because he hadn't anyone to talk to, all the pressure was destroying his mind and it nearly broke it, but... Kise's face and words snapped him out of it, because he understood that the blonde, even if he would deny it, needed him. Kise was really a miracle.
"Kise-kun... what happened?" Furihata's voice was soft, even if his neck burned but he wasn't angry, he was looking up with soft eyes and a small smile tugging his lips.
Kise seemed to understand that he wasn't asking why he stopped but about his past and Furihata found himself to be surprised when the blonde posed his head on the brunette's chest, his hands let go of the other's wrists. It seemed that hours passed until Kise decided to open his mouth again.
"A year ago... Akashicchi changed, he became another person, he wasn't him any more, but I was afraid of him so I didn't say anything. It was... before the Tournament of that year when Akashicchi talked to me about the Generation of Miracles, about us, and he wanted me to be part of them... be a vampire..." Kise took a shaky breath, like he was on the verge of tears, Furihata, that didn't know what to do, just did what his instinct told him to and began to caress Kise's golden hair and seeming to calm the model down since he continued his story.
"I wasn't sure about it, you know? I never heard about vampires before and I was scared, but..." And at that his voice broke, however Kise continued to talk like he was lifting a weight in his heart and Furihata didn't know what to say to stop him. "But Akashicchi didn't let me have a choice... and the others did what he told them to do... they changed me... it hurt, everything hurt... they didn't respect my decision... and I felt something break inside my mind... my humanity seemed to disappear... and I was fine! No need to worry or anything... but it seemed like a part of remained inside of me... always making me remember how weak I was to let them do what they wanted... always making me feel guilty about the pain I caused..." Kise's voice grew smaller word after word until disappear. So what broke him was... the betrayal of the people he considered friends? Furihata understood that Kise's mind was probably fragile from the very beginning and with the pressure of basketball and modelling, and that was the last straw that destroyed everything. How could... how could the Generation of Miracles do something like that to someone dear to them?
Furihata felt his chest starting to get soaked and he understood that Kise was crying. It seemed like he needed to tell his story to someone, he hide it for too much time and now all the emotions he thought he had forgotten were crushing him.
"Kise-kun... you did nothing wrong, so please don't cry." Furihata hugged the blonde's head because he didn't know what else to do. Was he afraid of him? Absolutely. Was he out of his mind? Probably. Did he feel pity for him? Not as much as before, right now he just wanted to stop Kise's cries.
Kise looked up with puffy red eyes, bloody lips, ruffled blond hair. He seemed a lost child, but at the same time Furihata thought that he never saw something so beautiful before. More than a devil... he was a fallen angel.
The blonde raised his hands and cupped Furihata's cheeks, continuing to look in his eyes and began to close the distance between them. Slowly, their lips were a some millimetres of distance and Kise saw that Furihata didn't try to escape, not even flinch.
"Furihatacchi..." And, with that last whisper, their lips crashed together, connecting them with a spark of life. Everything seemed right, there was no thought about "he is a boy" or "he tried to kill me many times", there was just Kise. Furihata felt the taste of his blood, but it wasn't bad, it tasted good, but maybe that was Kise's natural flavour. It was intoxicating, like everything of him. Furihata didn't think he could get enough of Kise and that was just a kiss, lips against lips and nothing else.
It felt hours, but it was only for a few minutes and when they distanced themselves and didn't say anything else. Kise wrapped his arms around Furihata's waist rolling them so that the brunette was above him, his abused neck already stopped to drop blood.
Kise's fingers began to caress Furihata's hair with a kindness that it wasn't his, but the other didn't say anything and just sighed happily, enjoying the way the blonde was toying with his hair.
He knew that the next morning everything would have changed, but now it didn't matter, not when he felt Kise relaxing and slowly drifting to sleep.
Yeah, now really wasn't the moment to think logically.
Author's note: There, Kise's secret is revealed! Furi is pretty depressed here, right? I think that he felt abandoned by everyone... I think that betrayal is horrible and Kise was forced to accept a reality he didn't want to be part of so his mind just broke... I'm really curious about your thoughts about this chapter because this is my personal favorite ;)