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Chapter X
Light sat in room touching his lips. The wolf had left an hour ago but not without a parting gift. His neck ached dully by the unexpected attack. Was it possible for a wolf to turn into a vampire?
"I think Raito-kun should give me a thank you for helping him get home safely." Light was dabbing the wound, which opened more with pressure, with the herbs his cousin gave him the last time she visited.
"I think you should go Ryuzaki. Me not biting you is reward enough." L smiled. The small settle smile that people told him he was creepy. He walked towards the vamp with silent grace. His bare feet made contact with the cold tile as he walked into the bathroom.
It was big and lavish, fit for a prince. The tub was a marble gray with white. The tile was black; a pure onyx. The walls were of red, black and gold. Such odd décor.
"I think Raito-kun is ahead of himself." L said walking to the vamp. His silver eyes felt like they were being pulled to the very wound he created.
He didn't feel like a shape shifter and even less he didn't feel like a wolf. His kind didn't need blood to survive but he knew some wolves would drink their partner's blood to feel alive. Was he one those? He didn't feel like it. He felt as if he needed the red liquid. Was he hybrid?
Light was trying not to breathe hard. In his peripheral vision he could see the silver eyes burning with predatory want. Those eyes were on the two puncture wounds that were now healing. The prince's neck was now throbbing and his throat tighten. His breathing was fine but he just wanted a taste again.
"Raito-kun's eye are shinning such a vibrant gold." The wolf was behind him with his hands on his tan arms. His voice was a rough and husky. "Can I collect my reward?"
L's mind went blank. He remembered staring at the vamp's neck but he didn't remember acting on his want. Was this the work of the blood swap? He didn't remember wanting the vampire's blood so much. He felt something cool hitting his tongue as he lapped it up. He felt the vamp move against him…brushing against his…pants.
Light held his moan as the lips of the wolf continued up to his ear and then traveled to his mouth. Light had heard that wolves were possessive creatures. This was the only rumor that he found true if the pale nails digging in his arm were anything to go by. The prince body squirmed as one of the wolf hands slipped down to grab his waist.
"Ryuzaki…stop." Why would he say such a thing when it felt so good? "You have to go. You have to watch those brats." Light grounded out as he ripped himself from the wolf's hold. The silver eyes were over dilated as always but the silver coloring burned behind black.
"Raito-kun is right. I shouldn't have done that." He turned around, maybe from embarrassment. Red stained his lips and chin. He looked more like a vampire than Light like to admit. He flashed out the room before the prince could say anything.
Was it possible to have feeling for someone outside of your species?
Blue only remembered fighting twice in her life. Sex demons rarely caused any problems outside the bedroom and harpies weren't that strong. She didn't have many options. Lavender eyes looked at the albino in front of her. The hand missed them by centimeters. Just by the look of the hand alone told her this creature was dangerous and the possible killer.
Black scales with shimmering white decorated the large arm with nails as long as her own as it came to her again. She ducked and screamed in the direction of the stranger. The sound waves were strong enough to cut some of the trees. The harpy looked at her white companion. He had done well by covering his ears. His good job well done was cut short by the roar coming their way. It was deep purely masculine. She didn't like this.
"Start running." The words where whispered in her ears. She had forgotten about the ear piece.
"You think you can fight him?" Near was strong but he couldn't take on this alone.
"Of course not, I can buy more time than you." It was true. The albino's forms were not only stronger and, if he played his cards right, he could be more powerful.
She nodded and started running, her clawed feet digging in to the wet soil. Shaky hands reached for the collar.
"You have such lovely red hair," The hand that tried to reach for the collar was yanked from her. Red eyes that were surrounded by black stared at her. A crazed grin was plastered on the creature's face. "Is it the same color of the fluid that runs through your veins?" A claw caressed her cheek. "Hmm…I wonder."
Blue growl low in her throat, she took the unrestrained hand and scratched him across his broad armor chest. It was thick but her claws sunk through. She pushed as much toxins and poisons in to the open wound. It didn't do any real good. He was still had an iron grip on her arm.
"Birdie is being ungrateful." He tightened his grip. It's a wonder how her arm could stand such pressure. "Sing to me birdie." His other hand that had been dancing around her collar gripped her airways and crushed the collar communicator.
Her vision was fading and she couldn't breathe. She clawed at the giant arm to make a difference but it was just like her first try…a failure. The harpy looked at her killer. He was of a creature she did not know. His face was wolfish and his body was covered in black scale like armor. Bone like wings were folded over his shoulders. He had demonic features about him.
A flash of white crossed her vision. The weretiger she grew up with had his teeth in the demon's neck. The paw-like hands gripped at the wing clad shoulders. That seemed to do the trick because the monstrous hand let go of her. She dropped to the ground; her neck was bruised and so was her arm but she'll live. The red head heard a loud cracking sound. She turned to the noise to see the albino laying on the ground, unconscious, by a broken tree. The demonic creature was heading towards him.
She ducked to the ground dashing towards the white figure. She grabbed the cotton white shirt her friend wore careful of her claws. For a tiger he was light. It was one of the good things about their friendship, they could carry each other.
Blue jumped on the tree branch with Near in her arms. She couldn't just fly off the way she wanted to. She would have to get some leverage. Her clawed feet gripped the next branch. There were only a few more then she could get them home.
"Aw…where is the pretty birdie going? You didn't sing me a song yet." The voice was calm and deranged. The statements made her skin crawl.
She didn't look down as she began to climb higher. It was a mistake on her part. She panicked. Whammy students didn't panic. Panicking met that she wasn't aware of her surrounding which met she wasn't aware of the other dangers. She wasn't sure want happened but all she knew was that her eyes burned, her wing throbbed with pain and something traveled down the length of her body. She started to feel sleepy. This wasn't good. Her arm felt like it had lead running threw it but despite the fatigue eating her away she touched her pulsing pendant and shrieked.
"See, you have a beautiful voice. Let's see if it can go louder."
"What the shit is that?!"Mello's loud voice didn't drown out the hellish wail that wormed itself into their ears. It was surreal and could be described as beautiful if it didn't hurt so much.
"I think it's Blue." Matt offered covering his ears with his palms. "They might be in trouble." The dark brunette rushed to the training room with the blonde following close behind him. "We need weapons." He tossed a crossbow to Mello, who caught it easily.
The Mello was ready. He was dressed in his usual tight black leather with combat boots and rosary. Not many people knew that the marble cross wasn't just for the blonde's obsessive religious beliefs but it was a weapon too. Matt had yet to see the cross in action…maybe he'll see it tonight.
"You think we should call L?"
Matt thought about this pulling his goggles over his eyes. Everything became a tint with yellow. "With that shriek…and knowing what that shriek met would signal every creature within a thirty-five mile radius to come help her." He looked at Mello. His green eyes were shining through the yellow tint. "Trust me he'll come."
It didn't take long to get there. Flashing was new to them but they knew how to do it properly. It was dark but that wasn't what got to him. Mello had seen some bizarre and gruesome stuff in his life but this wasn't something he expected.
His heavy booth sunk into the soft dirt as they approached two figures. The white glow of Near's clothes in the night were unmistakable. The emotionless boy was sitting on the ground with the red head across his lap.
"I thought I'll never see the day that the white bugger was tainted with something that wasn't pure." The joke was met to lighten the situation. Obviously it didn't help but it was true though; the white albino wasn't white anymore. His clothes, skin, and hair was stained with red blood.
The tiger didn't greet him with his normal smart remarks or any of his nature. The over dilated icy blue eyes just stared at him with passive aggression. His small stained white hands gripped at the harpy in his arms. Blue eyes looked at the mixed creature; the one that called for help. Was she dead? That was the question running through his mind. He may not like the albino tiger a lot but he would never wish for a person to lose their best friend in front of them.
"She's alive." The words were strained and the blonde could tell that he was holding in his anger.
Matt lowered himself to the soil and tried to take the girl away but Near tighten his hold on the girl. He knew he was being childish and stubborn. It's was obvious that she needed help and they were offering it. He let his grip loose.
"Is that your blood." Mello had to ask. He was glaring at the ground not looking at the albino.
"The one on my shirt is hers, but the splatters on my face and head are the killer's." Mello looked at his rival critically. Yes, he was covered in blood but also there was cut on his face right under his wide eyes.
"Did she use her poison?" The white hair tilted head in a slight nod. "Did any get in your cut?" The blonde was getting annoyed. The white brat wasn't helping. He could be in shock of what he just saw, but it was rude to stay quiet. If Matt ever got hurt this bad he'll be out for blood. Emotion would run him but it also could make him stronger. The tiger just sitting there wasn't going to make his friends injuries disappear. He was trying to be nice. The least the albino could do was fucking cooperate.
Near touched his cheek where the cut was. The liquid oozed out of the wound like a small stream. 'I don't know."
"Well then we should get going." Matt said looking at the two. The harpy in his arms.
Kira smiled at the blonde in front of him. She had a faint blush on her cheeks. "Can you repeat that again? Your beauty made me blank out for a minute."
"Sure, Prince Light." She said his name in a purr. Her eyes were hooded for the bedroom look. It wasn't seductive, just embarrassing. "Would you like Misa to show you?"
"If that would help." He was grateful the blonde backed away from him.
He watched with his hazel eyes as she did a twirl and faced him with a smile. The prince could say that he didn't like the way she was looking at him. Her blue eyes held some type of mischief. She flicked her eyes above his head. Something that Ryuzaki would do. "I can't see your name but," She walked towards him. Her pale hand tangled itself in his hair and then traveled down to his neck. "I know who you are Prince Kira." Her voice and appearance didn't give her enough credit. She was smart…to an extent.
"You are of Shinigami decent?" In his ears he sounded calm and his posture was relaxed yet professional. If this girl was of the death gods' decent then she would prove to be interesting and cunning but also a pain. In the long run he would use her.
"No, these eyes were a gift from Misa's friend who is shinigami." She looked above his head again as if the idea of her not seeing his name bothered her. "But Misa have other ways of finding others identify." She slipped her hand further down his shirt. "Misa can always rake your memory." He glared at her and she quickly let go of him, putting some space between them. "Misa only searched for your name. Misa would never violate the Prince's privacy."
Kira didn't say anything as he got up. "Misa is it possible to use your gift differently?"
"Uh…yes. Misa can touch objects and know its history or the owner by simply touching it." This would prove to be very useful.
"Misa," His took off his ruby necklace and handed it to her. "Can you wear this and come when I need you." His voice dripped with sexual promise that would never be fulfilled. It worked anyway. The blonde had that dreamy look in her eyes as she accepted the necklace. "I'll be seeing you soon, Misa."
"Wait, Kira-sama! Misa has a question."
"Go on."
"Do you have Shinigami blood or…are you mated to one." Her voice seemed to fall at the last option. It was obvious. His parents were both his own and they were blue blood vampires. As much as he hated to admit, he was mated…by accident.
"It doesn't matter, Misa." He gave her a smile; his fangs poking his lip.
"Oh…okay." She looked down with her long hair following her. "Misa likes Prince Light but she also likes Kira-sama. Will Kira-sama come back?"
The dark prince held his sigh of irritation and walked to the blonde. He was a head taller and then some than her. He'll have to double over to hug her. It wasn't a big deal but when he wrapped his arms around her thin frame she actual licked his neck. He growled in his throat to let her know that he was offended. The nerve of the bitch!
"Misa is sorry." She had tears welling in her eyes. He saw red reflecting in her blue orbs and decided to calm down. It was a natural reaction from young vampires. The thought of being near oxygenated blood would drive any vamp, with no self control, crazy.
He didn't say anything as he walked out the room. The crimson vamp stormed down the halls to get to his room. He'll have to take a bath to get the girl's scent off him.
"My, is Kira-kun mad again?" The prince walked into the room seeing pale skin and black hair on his crimson sheets but if he remembered correctly his sheets were white this morning. He stepped closer to be hit with a strong wave of copper and rare metals.
Ryuzaki was laying on his bed with black wings extended and two massive wounds on his chest and shoulder. He was playing with a blue feather like he couldn't bleed out.
"You got hurt." Kira walked over to the hybrid. He inspected each of the wounds with a critical eye. He dipped his fingers in the large torn wound. The edges were ragged and uneven to show large canines that ripped in to the flesh. Blood bled evenly and coated his tan wrist. Muscle tissue was torn and chucks were complete separated from the body. Kira could see the white of the bone and tendons as he pulled back some of the pulsing flesh.
He traveled his red hand down to the tone chest. There were four slashes. They were the opposite of the shoulder wound. These cuts were sharp and even. The only thing that looked like it suffered damage was the skin and muscle tissue. The cuts weren't that deep so they didn't get to slice an organ or break some ribs.
"Really, Kira, you want to do this right now?" Ryuzaki's voice was low and husky. His eyes burned a dull red.
Kira ignored the hybrid and looked at the cuts more closely. The blood smelled…tainted. "Beyond, who cut you?"
The raven smiled and handed the blue feather to him. It looked rare and felt soft. It was a deep royal blue with specks of a type of shiny green. This didn't come from a bird. "The harpy got mad that I decided to choke her then her tiger bit me." The smile grew larger when Ryuzaki sat up. "Will Kira-kun kiss it better?"
Reddish hazel eyes looked at the wounds and blood that decorated the pale white skin. "You let your guard down with a harpy and a weretiger? You must have been caught in the moment." He said playing with the feather. This could be a good thing. He'll be calling Misa sooner than he thought.
"I was. You should have seen them. Her hair was the prettiest shade of red." The raven reached out and touched his cheek, his hands were cold, and buried himself in his neck. "Just like Kira-kun's eyes when they're excited."
"Whatever, we have to go to my cousin's house to fix this. There's poison in your blood. You won't die from it but I wouldn't be able to drink from you if you have this injury."
"Now what happened?" L and Roger looked at the guardians walking in the infirmary.
"We were patrolling the ground when were saw the dead body of the nineteenth victim." Near said in low even tones as he walked to the bed; he was covered him blood. "Blue asked me if I wanted to change and I didn't answer her calls. She came down to see what I was looking at and then we were ambushed."
L looked at the red albino. It must have been hard for him to say that. Near never liked to be surprised by anything he could not handle. Silver eyes looked at the harpy. Her wing had a hole in a vital area. The other wing looked like it had a fracture from the fall.
"Near, don't be hard on yourself." Roger said pushing the sleeve of his shirt up to reveal a stained arm. Alcohol cleaned the spot they needed and then they pushed a needle filled with clear liquid into the skin. "You did well. She'll be okay but first we have to give you the antidote. You may have some of the poison in you."
L walked over to the older shape shifter. "Give me the details of the stories later. I have to see about Ms. Blue." The man nodded his balding head.
Matt was already working on the girl when he stepped into the room. It was almost comical that the more rational one of the trio would take up medical assistance for a class. The goggled wolf was in gloves and was working on the mending the fracture. Mello was standing beside his friend, handing him whatever he needed.
"Sutures." Mello handed the wolf the thin needle and thread. He began to close up the cut he had made.
"How is she looking?" Green eyes looked at silver before going back to work.
"She's doing fine but I'm worried about her wings." L looked at the harpy slowly. She had a darkening bruise on her neck and arm. The hand prints were inhuman. He then looked at the wing Matt wasn't working on. The hole tore in the flesh and traveling to the bone. It was broken in the middle. "I was thinking of giving her metal plating on that one."
The detective thought on this. "If you do that then it would be harder for her to go to her human form. Remember we have to make it like how it was originally. Also if you add the metal plating then when she comes into season where she gets new feathers, they would just fall off and not grow back." L said trying to lead the guardian in the right direction.
"You're right. We could do bone graphing and that way when it heals then the bone that would grow would mold with the graph." L nodded and Mello beamed at his partner.
"You are so fucking smart."
Matt smirked at the comment. "Thank you, nurse Mello. Can you please hand me the bandages?" The blonde grumbled at the jab to his feminine appearance and handed the goggled doctor the white bandages.
L walked out the room to give the two of them some space. The wolf felt heavy and guilty. He should have known that this would happen. L stopped at the roof. The night was dark and the wind was blowing. He thought about the vampire.
He probably knew about this. All this could have been a set up.
I don't know but L has the right idea but towards the wrong person.
Okay does anyone have a hard time understanding Misa's gift? I have a feeling that I didn't explain it that well. Another question, did you all want lemon from each of the couples? Also, does anyone want to make a guess at who is Kira and Raito's cousin?
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WLN