Chapter Thirty-Five:

"How many do you think there are?" Oishi asked staring at the hunters.

"Not nearly enough to take us down," Fuji responded, his icy gaze locked on the unfortunate fools. He could feel the bloodlust rising. "Kunimitsu..."

"Aa," Tezuka responded. He scanned the hunters, waiting, one move, that's all they would need, and the group would be torn through with little effort. They would probably not even break into a sweat. A movement, a hunter held up his weapon. His hand flinched, catching Fuji's attention. With that, they launched themselves across the main courtyard.

Fuji grinned as he grabbed the barrel of a gun with his free hand, ripping it from the hunter while driving his katana through the guy's abdomen, severing his spine. He used the body to knock into a few more hunters, giving him time to whip around and pull the throat from another hunter who tried to sneak up on him.

Oishi and Kikumaru stayed back, watching their friends obliterate the group with no effort. This slaughter was exactly why Tezuka and Fuji were an unstoppable force of power.

Tezuka beheaded several men in one swipe of his blade while dodging a poorly aimed crossbow bolt. He growled and dodged another attack. Suddenly Fuji was at his back. He heard a growl coming from his husband. He reached behind himself, grabbing Fuji's katana. This took the weapon from Fuji but allowed him to dual wield. Then Fuji was gone. He heard another growl and then a scream, his husband had no problems with killing with his bare hands.

"Die," Fuji growled as ripped through a guys abdomen and kicking another in the head with enough force to snap the neck. He was caught in the shoulder by a bullet, and he gave a growl before he lunged for the guy who just shot him. He managed to catch another bullet before he knocked the hunter to the ground, and with all the force of a stampeding elephant, crushed the skull of the hunter with his hand.

Tezuka grabbed Fuji's arm and jumped far enough back to see the damage which they caused and to assess how many more there were. They both were covered in blood and gore, and other fluids they'd rather not think about. "Are you okay?" He asked, assessing the bullet wounds. Through and through, and already healing. Nothing to worry about.

Fuji nodded. "I'm fine," he assured. He was given back his Katana and the both rushed the remaining hunters. The hunter he targeted was able to block his initial attack but was not prepared for speed, as Fuji moved to the side and with a graceful swing, cleaved him in half. "Kunimitsu!" He growled and dodged an attack, As soon as Tezuka looked at him he bent down and picked up the sword from the guy he just killed and sent it flying toward his husband, who caught it, just in time to parry off an attack. Fuji grinned, his hand shooting out beside him, his nails piercing the throat of a hunter who thought he could sneak up on him, with a relatively effortless squeeze, he crushed the windpipe, and dropped the man, left to suffocate.

One would think, after seeing so many fall, you would beat a hasty retreat, cut your losses and save your own tail. Fortunately, vampire hunters seemed to live and breathe stupid, allowing the two lords to pick off every last one there as if it were nothing. They both ended up getting wounded, but it was so minutely, they had not needed to worry.

Once again the husbands ended up back to back. "You seem to be enjoying yourself," Tezuka said. Fuji laughed.

"Immensely." Fuji purred. The bloodlust was being sated. It felt great.

A sudden shot rang out, and instead of a biting pain, the sound of Kikumaru shrieking filled the air. Fuji spun around to see Kikumaru was sitting on the ground, he had been shot in the leg. Oishi was already tending to him. Fuji looked for the person who shot Kikumaru, once he spotted him, he lunged. This one would die horrifically. His foot connected first, sending the hunter to the ground. The bullet grazed his face before he rid the hunter of his gun by severing his hand from his body. "You've made a foolish mistake," he growled.

With his foot stamped down on the hunter's throat, Fuji slowly removed body parts with careful and accurate slices of his katana. Screams filled the air from the torture of the unfortunate hunter. Icy blue stared down at the hunter, not a flicker of remorse just pure loathing. Before the hunter could bleed out, Fuji moved off his neck and drove his katana into his heart.

Tezuka managed to keep the remaining hunters off of Fuji as he took his vengeance on the foolish hunter. He knew better than to stand in Fuji's way and allowed him to do what he needed. He took several bolts from crossbows, all of which landed in nonvital areas. Did they send amateurs to try and dispatch nobility? Surely the hunter organizations were not that stupid.

Fuji stepped up beside his husband. There were only three or four hunters left. All seemed to be frozen in fear. Fear would not save them. "Are you not enjoying yourself?" he asked as if their conversation was not interrupted.

"I didn't say that," Tezuka said and he side glanced his husband.

Fuji purred. "Shall we end this dance? I am sure the children miss us."

"Very well." Tezuka launched himself at the remaining hunters, dispatching them with a graceful swing of his sword, ridding them of the ugly blemishes that sat atop of their necks.

Fuji took the last one, snapping the poor fool's neck. A quick, and relatively benevolent death as compared to the other hunters that he dispatched.

"That was oddly arousing, and very horrifying," Takumi stated suddenly. He and elder Tezuka having somehow got out of the school. Fuji and Tezuka looked at him. Fuji's eyes still open, caused a chill to run through him.

"Eiji," Fuji said looking at his friend who was still on the ground. "Are you alright?"

Kikumaru nodded. "I'm fine," he assured.

"Kunimitsu, Syusuke, your commitment, and bravery will not go unrewarded. Return home and clean up. We will see to the children while you do so." The elder spoke.

"Yes, grandfather." They answered in unison, sheathing their katana, Tezuka burying the one they 'borrowed' from a fallen hunter, into a body that he stood near.

Fuji and Tezuka returned to the council room, they were greeted by two awake but happy babies, playing with their Uncle Yuta. Miyako sat the couch, looking a bit sad. "Miyako, what's wrong?" Tezuka asked.

Pink eyes shot upwards. "Papa! Daddy!" She rushed across the room, jumping into Tezuka's arms. Fuji smiled at her, a sweet and loving. "Daddy?" Fuji hummed. "Miyako hungry!"

"Me too, princess, shall we get something to eat?"

Miyako giggled. "Miyako not a princess!" she chided cutely.

Fuji feigned shock. "No? If Daddy and Papa are princes, that would make you a princess, ne?" The look the girl gave him bordered on shocked. "Princess." he chuckled.

"You put four dozen men to the sword and waltz in here as if nothing happened," Yuta commented. Switching to English so that Miyako could not understand.

"I haven't a clue what you are talking about, little brother," Fuji responded, causing Yuta to snort.

"I am sure you don't."