Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: Inspired by Blood Hina on and offended that the otherwise brilliant Teriyaki Chicken used Kuei-jin instead of Kindred, here's my version of how Keitaro 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 is mine though, all mine. This series deals with unpleasant things, such as death, undeath and whatnot. If this disturbs you, don't read.
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"speech"
emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
/thoughts/
/telepathy/
translation
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
This is the last PG-13/T-rated chapter of this particular story, as Keitaro's decent into a vampiric existance will pull everyone in Hinata Sou alongside with him on a downwards spiral, as astute readers have been noticing for a while now. Future chapters will be R/M-rated, pending on just where you're reading this particular series.
It's getting progressively harder to keep this story on track, btw. You guys probably have no idea of just how many times I've had to prevent myself from turning little Sarah into 'Sarah - The Vampire Slayer' over the last few chapters. Deep breath One crossover element is enough, I don't need to drag another mythology into this. 'sides, Hunter - The Reckoning will do well enough if I want to turn Sarah into a monster hunter. :)
Speaking of White Wolf products, is there anyone out there that actually likes the new releases? Vampire - The Requiem had some decent writing in it and it was an enjoyable read, but you'll never find me playing that game none the less. It's just... Wrong! I'm going to get Mage, Werewolf and whatnot as well, sometime when I actually have time to read them, but if they're fouled up as much as Vampire was, I don't expect to ever be playing them either.
Anyways, 'nuff rambling, on with the much-delayed show!
Mutsumi didn't cling to Keitaro or cry, like Motoko herself had done, but there were moisture in her eyes and as Keitaro deposited Mutsumi next to Motoko, it didn't take long for the two girls to wrap one supporting arm around each other as they watched Kitsune stumble up from her seat and approach Keitaro. As the two watched Keitaro feed from Kitsune, Mutsumi did start to cry and Motoko found herself pulling the older girl into a comforting hug.
"Shhh... It'll be all right. It's okay... He'll..." Motoko whispered into Mutsumi's ear, stopping for a brief sniffle and to close her eyes. "He'll... Do it again..." she finally managed to get out, before she succumbed to her own grief and jealousy, breaking out in sobs again as she clung to Mutsumi, just as much as the older girl clung to her.
Kitsune soon joined them, just as broken up about the painful loss as they were.
"And now you know..." Haruka said in a quiet, emotionless tone, wiping a few tears from her own eyes. Her hands shook as she pulled out fresh cigarette and attempted to light it several times, before she managed to control the shakes enough for her to properly operate the lighter. "Now you know..." she repeated in a strained whisper as she attempted to drown out her own feelings of loss with the dreadfully inadequate cigarette. She found herself eyeing Kitsune's bottle and shut her eyes, feeling as if she might start to cry herself.
Damn, but it had been hard to watch and keep control of herself, as she was overwhelmed with memories and images from her earlier experiences. She knew the horror that the girls were going through and yet she found herself wanting it none the less. When Keitaro had extended his fangs and displayed them, she had been so close to pushing Motoko out of the way and demanding that he feed from her. She cursed her weakness and found herself fingering the gun she carried through her clothes, before she tore her hand away.
Suicide wasn't the answer, that was the cowards way out and Urashima Haruka was no coward!
"Keitaro! What the hell are you doing!" Kitsune exclaimed as she staggered into the kitchen for a late-night snack, only to find Keitaro seated at the kitchen table, cutting his own arm with a tanto she hadn't known that he even had.
"Checking something..." he replied and put the knife down on a wad of paper, so it wouldn't stain the table. More paper could be found resting underneath his left arm, for much the same reason. "I'm not invulnerable anymore, Kitsune." he said. "I also don't heal at all either, unless I use blood to do so." he revealed, looking down at the slowly bleeding cuts on his arm. Drops of blood were trickling their way across his pale skin, falling in uneven intervals down onto the paper beneath his arm.
"We've got to do something about those! Do you have any bandages?" she exclaimed, staggering up to him and yanking his bleeding arm towards her, pinching the wound shut to slow the bleeding down.
"Won't do any good. The bleeding won't stop until I heal myself." he explained.
"Lick it then! Haruka said that would close our wounds!" Kitsune insisted.
"I can't do that. It doesn't work on..." Keitaro started to explain and Kitsune tuned him out, convinced that 'myself', was what he'd say next. Instead of listening, she took matters into her own hands. Or mouth, as it were... "... These injuries as they're made with a knife and not my teeth. It's only the ones from my teeth that I can heal by licking..." he continued, but trailed off as Kitsune started licking his shallow self-inflicted injuries.
He gasped at the wondrous sensation, as did Kitsune. Oh, how could she ever have liked to drink bland and tasteless Sake, when blood was as fulfilling and tasty as this! She licked at his cuts like a woman possessed, just barely managing to prevent herself from tearing them up more and wider, in order to increase the flow of blood as she suckled at his bleeding wounds.
She hardly noticed as Keitaro pulled her into his lap, his free hand gently caressing the back of her neck. He nuzzled against her unruly hair, taking in her alluring scent, as she lapped from his wounds. It was only an absent concern in the back of her head, but cared little for it as it in no way interfered with the tasty blood she was lapping up.
She did notice as his free hand slid down her spine and started to caress her back as it went, until it was roaming all over her ass, but Kitsune didn't do anything besides giving off a moan of approval at the delightful sensations caused by his bold moves. While she would ordinarily have been shocked and embarrassed by such a thing happening, now she was merely pleased at how his gentle caresses enhanced the sensation of supping on his delicious blood.
"Urashima, are you..." Motoko said as she walked into the kitchen, only to trail off as she saw what was going on. "Urashima..." she growled, which caused Kitsune to snap out of it and jump to her feet, placing herself between Motoko and Keitaro with her arms flung out to her sides, protecting him. She didn't even have to think about it, it was almost like a response that had been hard-wired into her system. Protect Keitaro.
"Motoko, no! He's not invincible any longer, you can't attack him!" Kitsune screamed. "Besides... I started it..." she mumbled with a fierce blush colouring her cheeks.
Well, sort of anyway.
She hadn't been the one to sit down in his lap and she hadn't initiated the caressing of her ass, but she certainly hadn't protested either.
In fact, she had approved whole-heartedly of his actions.
At the time anyway, now she felt faintly embarrassed at it all. But considering his new vulnerable state, she couldn't let Motoko pound him for what he'd done.
"But... He... Pawing... Pervert!" Motoko managed to stutter out, trying to circle around Kitsune who hastily moved aside in order to continue blocking Motoko's path to Keitaro.
"That doesn't matter! You can't hurt him for it! And even if I had anything against it, it would be up to me to discipline him, not you. But did you see me protesting? No, you did not because I didn't protest against it!" Kitsune countered, reaching out and grasping Motoko's arms, holding the younger girl in place. /Though if I hadn't been so distracted, I probably would have been protesting. Most likely... Probably... Perhaps... ... If he'd grown bolder then he already was, possibly... ... Oh, heck, I was enjoying it! He could have stripped me naked and taken me right there on the table and I wouldn't have done anything but moan out my approval and appreciation for his actions as long as the flow of blood into my mouth didn't stop./ she thought absently. "So stop it, Motoko. Let it go." Kitsune implored her friend who trembled with barely restrained rage.
"You did not mind? Truly?" Motoko inquired.
"Did you see me trying to push him away or telling him to stop it?" Kitsune countered. "I was having a good time, Motoko. You should try it sometime." she suggested with a leer, causing the younger girl to blush furiously.
"B-b-b-but what about Narusegawa-sempai?" Motoko inquired. "You are her best friend!"
"Narusegawa..." Keitaro uttered in a strained voice, his expression horrified and his complexion even paler then ordained by his current condition.
Kitsune glanced backward over her shoulder at Keitaro and rolled her eyes, before turning back to face Motoko. He really needed to grow a thicker skin and a larger set of balls to handle his new unlife. No time like the present to start toughening him up, she supposed.
"Has she ever claimed to have any interest in Keitaro whatsoever?" Kitsune inquired and Keitaro clutched at his chest, feeling as if his non-beating heart was suddenly pierced by Motoko's sword. "She constantly belittles him, she slaps him around for even the most minor of infractions and repeatedly insists that he's not for her." she continued and Keitaro felt a heavy weight settle on his shoulders, feeling as if the weight of the world rested upon him. "So why shouldn't I try to see if he might be for me? I like him well enough and wouldn't mind getting a bit closer to him." Kitsune finished.
Motoko could have protested that words'n actions as opposed to true emotions rarely were the same when it came to Naru and their resident manager, but kept her peace. No matter what Naru said, it was fairly often quite obvious that she really liked him, for some reason Motoko couldn't quite understand. The man was a raging pervert, constantly striving to create the filthiest situations imaginable. Not even Sarah and Shinobu were safe from his depravations, for Kami's sake!
And yet... And yet she had to admit, at least to herself, that she rather enjoyed his company when he was on his best behaviour. When he didn't allow his male deviantness to cloud his thinking, he was kind, thoughtful, always willing to help everybody around him and generally so incredibly nice, that it was hard to believe and easy to forget just how disgusting he could otherwise be.
Not to mention just how delightful it felt to have him suckling at her neck, slowly sipping from her...
Disgusting was the word. It wasn't delightfully glorious in any way, shape or manner! She certainly didn't miss the sensations he had instilled her with as he drew her blood! No siree, not her! Weaker girls might have succumbed to the ecstasy of the vampiric Kiss and allowed it to cloud their way of thinking, but not Aoyama Motoko! Ignoring those constantly nagging impulses that told her to surrender herself up to him as his personal juice-bag was nothing to a woman of her character and determination. It wasn't even very persistent impulses, no siree!
Or so Motoko told herself anyway, self-delusion fuelling her complete confidence in herself and her abilities to withstand the temptations of Keitaro now that he was a vampire.
"V-very well, I shall refrain from rebuking Urashima for his depraved actions." Motoko responded. "But I would request that the two of you move your p-perverted activities elsewhere, before the other residents discover what's going on. Shinobu would likely be upset, Su would probably be curious and interested in trying it out herself, Sarah would get angry and Naru would get VERY angry, should they stumble across the two of you as I did." she added and then appeared to debate with herself for a few moments, before she came to some kind of conclusion. "I wish the two of you the best of luck. ... ... And Urashima, be good. ... Or else you'll regret it during our training sessions, which you won't be late for no matter what goes on behind closed doors if you know what's good for you!" she finished, snarling out the last couple of words.
"K-k-ki-kitsune-san... I..." Keitaro stuttered nervously after Motoko had gotten the glass of water she had come down for and then left, heading back to her room.
"Oh, relax, lover-boy. I know that you've still got the hots for Naru. I only said what I did to get Motoko off our backs." Kitsune told the trembling vampire as she patted him on the shoulder.
"Oh..." Keitaro said and let out a relieved sigh, even if his inner self was still a whirlwind of confusion and conflict. While he'd thought it often enough himself that he didn't really deserve the treatment he received, hearing Kitsune saying it, even if it was as a ruse, really made an impact on him.
And he'd had far too many of those lately for his peace of mind. It felt as if he was staggering between mental and emotional impacts, just as much as he ordinarily stumbled between more physical impacts.
Being killed. Being turned into a vampire. Drinking medical blood. Starting to consider weather Mutsumi would make a better object of his affections then Naru. Training with Motoko. Accidentally drinking Kitsunes blood. Revealing his secret to the tenants. Nearly getting killed again. Purposely drinking not only Kitsunes blood, but also having a few drinks from Motoko and Mutsumi at the same time. Fondling Kitsune without getting punched or having to pay for it.
All of these events, so shortly after one another, were slowly driving him crazy. He just couldn't cope with all this upheaval on top of adjusting to his new state and started to wonder if it would perhaps be for the better to leave. At least for a while, until he'd adjusted to these freaky new circumstances.
It figured, just when he'd managed to make some headway in his studies and seemed well on his way to Todai, he had to pack up and leave.
Though he had to admit that Todai was becoming less and less important for every night that passed. Everything got less and less important for every night that passed. Right after being turned, he'd still focused on Todai and was fully determined to attend that prestigious university, even if it had to be through some distant study option like Mutsumi suggested. Now, he only cared because it was something familiar to him. He was used to worry about Todai, so he continued to do so even though it had little or no meaning to him at the moment.
Just as everything but one thing had grown less important to him, that one thing had grown increasingly more important to him.
Blood.
Sometimes, it was all he could think of.
Even now, he found himself eyeing Kitsune's neck, recalling how she had tasted on the two occasions he'd partaken of her blood previously. Imagining how it would taste if he supped from her again.
"K-Keitaro..." Kitsune whispered in a strained tone of voice.
"Yeah?" he absently replied.
"C-co-c-could you not look at me l-like t-that?" she requested, unable to tear her eyes away from his face and those feral eyes, gazing so intently at her.
"Oh. Sorry." he responded and the bestial quality in his eyes vanished, transforming him into a more comfortable presence, one she wasn't simultaneously attracted to and scared of.
"You're still bleeding." Kitsune remarked, swallowing nervously and taking a few steps closer to him. "Why didn't licking it work?" she asked.
"That only works on wounds that I've caused with my teeth or my claws. I did these with a knife." Keitaro replied and sighed as he saw the blood-stains on the floor, chair and table. In all the excitement with Motoko suddenly appearing, he'd moved his arm out from over the protective layers of paper, splattering his blood all over the place. "They have to be healed by using up some of the blood I've got saved away."
"So, why don't you?" Kitsune asked, trying to prevent herself from thinking about how delicious the blood he talked about was.
"Healing smaller wounds, like this one, takes a ridiculous amount of blood. I'd rather wait until I've got something more serious, before using any blood on healing myself. Healing this, would use up a days supply of blood. Healing ten wounds like these, would also use up a days supply of blood. It seems as if there's some kind of minimum expenditure, no matter what I do or try, a day's supply of blood seems to be the smallest amount of blood I can use up." Keitaro explained. "And right now, I don't have even that to spare, seeing as how you drank about two days worth of blood."
"Wh... Oh no! I didn't even think of that! Why didn't you stop me!" Kitsune demanded, her complexion turning nearly as pale as Keitaro's currently was as she realized that what had tasted so good to her, was necessary for Keitaro to keep on unliving. "What will we do?" she asked.
"Improvise." Keitaro replied and strode over to one of the kitchen drawers, from which he pulled out a roll of scotch tape which they used to tape boxes shut whenever one of the residents wanted to send a package to someone. He pulled out a small strip of tape and rubbed it onto his skin with his thumb, then started taping several layers of tape around his bleeding arm, until the bleeding was contained. He tore off the scotch tape and put it away when he was satisfied and rubbed on the layers of tape, ensuring that it would contain the bleeding. "There. That should hold it in until it's time to heal again."
"This isn't like you, Keitaro." Kitsune observed after nearly half a minute of uncomfortable silence, in which the two of them had merely stared at each other.
"Oh?" Keitaro responded, then he got out the cleaning supplies and started cleaning up the blood stains he'd left behind.
"I've felt that there has been something wrong for the last couple of days, even if I didn't know quite what. I knew that something had happened to you, even if I first though that you'd merely gotten laid or something. Usually, you're the same old Keitaro we all know and... Well, the same Keitaro. Then, there are times when I feel like I hardly know you, like before when you stared at me like I would stare at a bottle of sake or just now, when you taped your own wound shut and spoke without a single speck of emotion in your voice." Kitsune explained.
"I've died and come back again. That's bound to change a person some, I guess." Keitaro replied cautiously.
"Yeah, about that. I've got a couple of questions for you, Keitaro. I didn't quite buy everything I heard earlier but didn't want to call you on it in front of the others, but well, what'dya know? We're all alone here with nowhere to go. A perfect time for you to answer a few of my questions." Kitsune stated and Keitaro privately thought that she had no call accusing others of staring and speaking coldly at others, seeing as how she did it so bloody well herself!
The End! ( For now... )