Still don't own, but if I did, there would be more werewolves. And vampires.
Hiwatari was wired to only pay heed to his sire's orders, but he did stop, his eyes fading back to a soft sea blue. "I only had a few mouthfuls." He pointed out; fangs still showing, licking blood off his bottom lip involuntarily. "Do I look like I give a damn?"
"If you don't let me finish Niwa will be thcarred and bedridden for the next three days."He snapped at the Phantom Thief, who raised one purple eyebrow. "Oh really."
"Yes really." Hiwatari emphasized angrily. "Your fangs give you a lisp." He grinned that stupid cocky grin that made him want to punch him.
"Thut up you imbecile."
Dark sighed and dropped his hand to his side, and the Hikari relaxed his grip on the Kaito's chin. "Fine. Go ahead." He bared the wound at Satoshi and, after the bluenette gave him a death glare, Hiwatari's lips met with a tanner, stronger neck. Dark winced but made no sound as the little vampire drank from him, kneading the front of Dark's shirt with one hand. Daisuke's blood now tasted more like an expensive wine, bitter and tart and no longer innocent. Finally his stomach was full and he lapped at the wounds until they closed and stepped off of Daisuke's shoes, stumbling a little. The thief grimaced, cupped his neck, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of Daisuke's pajamas. "That hurts like a-"The Kaito paused, his eyes widening as he came to a sudden train of though.
" Are you just a regular vamp or one of those…" He snapped his fingers and furrowed his brow in concentration. "Pureblood?" Hiwatari offered dully, still swaying.
For some reason he felt kind of sick. "Yeah!"
"Yes." The Hikari swallowed, trying to get Dark's taste out of his mouth. "So who were, wait…" ~There is no way that blonde bastard would consent to that unless there was something in it for him.~ The Phantom Thief grabbed Hiwatari by his slender shoulders. "Don't tell me that crazy sonofabitch has his own body?!"
He exclaimed, his voice becoming louder until he was nearly screaming. As if on cue both doors around them innocently slid back out of the way and both boys were illuminated with moonlight once more. The bluenette came to the sudden realization that this was what Krad had wanted- a confrontation between him and his other half. He'd wanted Dark to find out about their condition so he would come after Krad. So he nodded and watched as the teen turned tail and ran back towards the Niwa household, fading into his namesake. ~Krad…~ He called quietly to his other half and slid down the wall, using one hand for balance.
~What did you put…in the blood?~ There was no answer at first, and he didn't really expect one. Still, he was surprised by how much it hurt him, like someone was squeezing his heart violently. Then, the familiar, soothing, musical voice he'd already resigned never to hear again ~Only a drop of holy water, Hikari. I need to keep you out for a few hours.~ Relief swept through him, his head spun, and he closed his eyes to block out the swaying walls. ~But why…? I could help you, I could…~
He fully accepted the fact that he was most likely just talking to a 'Krad ' that he'd made up, courtesy of the holy water coursing through his veins.
~I am not an illusion.~ Krad told him gently. ~I do not want you to get hurt. That is why …~ His legs gave out and he lay against the cold cement, his heart pounding in response to the minute vampire poison. But the physical sensations didn't bother him anymore. Instead he focused the rest of his energy, the essence of his being, into the conversation, as he knew he didn't have much time. He had figured out precisely what Krad was going to do once Dark arrived at the mansion. As one of his teachers had once said, he was a 'smart cookie.' ~Please, Krad. Don't do this.~
~ It is over. The Hikari line is dead, and Dark's mind is slowly deteriorating. Soon he will be no better than me. I have no choice- I must preserve us.~
Somehow he knew where he was, could feel his other half standing behind the front door of the mansion, his eyes half-closed and listless.
~I am your Tamer, your Wing Master.~
The Hikari replied in an authoritative manner, letting his hands drop into his lap as the water reached them. His eyes were burning again, though this time it felt more like pressure building up behind them. After a half-second he recognized the sensation but it was already too late- the blood tears of their kind drew garnet lines down his delicately handsome face. Quite suddenly he no longer cared that the man had manipulated him again- he could not, did not want to even imagine his undead life without his sire.
He needed his scathing politeness, his honest affection, the fact that he could never control him like he could all other humans.
~I order you…don't-leave me.~
Review please... was that too ooc...?