Title: Hunter
Part: 2/?
Author: Polly and Taylor
Genre: yaoi, fantasy, AU
Rating: R
Email: taylort84058@aol.com
Disclaimer: Slamdunk doesn't belong to me. I only burrowed them for my perverse pleasure!!! Hahahahah!!! Also note the liberal use of Anne Rice. I don't own her stuff either!
Author's note: Polly wrote most of this, so there's probabbly shift in style. She's also a big Mitko fan so this part's mainly Mitko.
Pairing: Mainly Senru, but this part has mainly Mitko. There's a lot of pairings in this fic!
"Have you found it yet?" A dark figure hissed.
"No, I have not your excellency."
"What?" A stinging slap left four bloody streaks on a pale cheek. "Find him now!"
"Yes, your excellency." Mitsui bowed and backed out of the grotesque throne room, while ebony drips of blood flowed from his cheek.
"You're so careless with beautiful things." A velvet and seductive voice spoke from the shadows.
"Beautiful things are meant to be abused, especially ones like you, Fujima." A vicious smirk clung to Tsuyoshi's lips, as the gray winged angel neared. Wrapping an arm around Fujima's waist, he forced a brutal kiss on angel's cherry red lips. There was nothing gentle or comforting about the kiss; it was nothing more than an illustration of power, domination, and sadistic pleasure. "Did you bring Rukawa back?" Tsuyoshi whispered into Fujima's graceful neck.
"Ah!" The chestnut haired fallen angel screamed, as the sharpened canine pierced his pale skin. "I…I…di…d." Fujima breathed and arced his neck to provide better access for Minami. Currents of lifeblood flowed from the angel to the demon. Pain dominated all senses for the chestnut haired beauty, yet he craved, no needed more, addicted to the intensity of the pain. Deep blue eyes fluttered close in shame, mortified at his masochistic desires, his need to be dominated.
~*~
He craved for blood. The hunger and need were driving him beyond any sense of reason. He could smell them all around him, the intoxicating and seductive tendrils of blood luring him deeper and deeper into his hunger. He growled deep within his throat, ducked into a darkened alley and took the nearest mortal as his prey. He sank his sharpened teeth into her smooth skin and groaned as the rich blood flooded his mouth. The victim -( a young girl with mind numbing alcohol flowing within her veins( sagged under his tight grip. His ghostly hands clasped around her delicate neck, with a twist of his wrist, accompanied by a sickening crack, her head snapped back lifelessly, her body falling perfectly into his arms. He let her fall, another innocent kill. (Anne Rice!!!) The blood coursed through his stone cold body, momentary quenching the insatiable hunger. Amber eyes scanned the area surrounding the dead body, settling on a frightened brown haired boy. He stalked towards him, crimson blood dripped from his full generous mouth.
"You know I can never let you live."
"I do." Soft brown eyes stared directly into hardened amber gems. "What are you?"
"A demon." He shouldn't have answered. The boy moved towards him, fear that he had previously sensed dissipated. He raised a hand to touch his cheek, tracing a line down his jaw.
"How could something so beautiful be a demon?" The boy whispered, almost inaudible.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Should I be?"
"You are going to die."
"No regrets. You are the one I've searching for centuries. I finally found you. Hisashi." Gentle arms wrapped themselves securely around his waist. Mitsui relished in the warmth the embrace brought. He knew that he'd known this slender delicate boy before him, yet he could not remember.
"Who are you? What are you?"
"You don't remember do you?" He could see two trails of tears flow slowly down the boy's soft cheeks. "I loved you. That's all you need to know." The boy bit back a sob, and ran down the alley.
"Kogure!" The boy turned around in surprise, looking incredulously at him. "For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain." (da quote is by Lyster)
"You remember." Unmistakable joy flashed across his boyish features.
"I'm no longer what I used to be. Go! Run! I would have to kill you if you stayed a moment longer."
"A moment is all that I want."
"Go. Leave!"
"Dying in your hands would have no pain at all."
"Go." Kogure moved yet not an inch; he stood there motionless. Long lashes fluttered, as he closed his eyes.
"Go! Don't make me do it!" His voice was near hysterical. Mitsui spread his wings, darker that night, and moved forward with supernatural speed. His steel claws ripped through the skin his knuckles as he finish the job he had intended earlier. (Can we say X-men!) He stopped, merely inches away from the boy's exposed throat. He couldn't do it. He could never do it. Mitsui let out a frustrated cry, and vanished.
"Noooo!" Kogure let out the anguished cry as he again opened his eyes. "I would have gladly died under your blade than to wander through eons without your presence."
~*~
He cried. For the first time in his life or rather his eternity, he wept. Tears flowed until no more could come. Mitsui stood on a desolate cliff, watching his tears glide off towards oblivion.
"Kogure, don't ever let me find you again. Don't let execute my promise." He whispered softly into the wind and took off towards the waning moon.
~*~
Part: 2/?
Author: Polly and Taylor
Genre: yaoi, fantasy, AU
Rating: R
Email: taylort84058@aol.com
Disclaimer: Slamdunk doesn't belong to me. I only burrowed them for my perverse pleasure!!! Hahahahah!!! Also note the liberal use of Anne Rice. I don't own her stuff either!
Author's note: Polly wrote most of this, so there's probabbly shift in style. She's also a big Mitko fan so this part's mainly Mitko.
Pairing: Mainly Senru, but this part has mainly Mitko. There's a lot of pairings in this fic!
"Have you found it yet?" A dark figure hissed.
"No, I have not your excellency."
"What?" A stinging slap left four bloody streaks on a pale cheek. "Find him now!"
"Yes, your excellency." Mitsui bowed and backed out of the grotesque throne room, while ebony drips of blood flowed from his cheek.
"You're so careless with beautiful things." A velvet and seductive voice spoke from the shadows.
"Beautiful things are meant to be abused, especially ones like you, Fujima." A vicious smirk clung to Tsuyoshi's lips, as the gray winged angel neared. Wrapping an arm around Fujima's waist, he forced a brutal kiss on angel's cherry red lips. There was nothing gentle or comforting about the kiss; it was nothing more than an illustration of power, domination, and sadistic pleasure. "Did you bring Rukawa back?" Tsuyoshi whispered into Fujima's graceful neck.
"Ah!" The chestnut haired fallen angel screamed, as the sharpened canine pierced his pale skin. "I…I…di…d." Fujima breathed and arced his neck to provide better access for Minami. Currents of lifeblood flowed from the angel to the demon. Pain dominated all senses for the chestnut haired beauty, yet he craved, no needed more, addicted to the intensity of the pain. Deep blue eyes fluttered close in shame, mortified at his masochistic desires, his need to be dominated.
~*~
He craved for blood. The hunger and need were driving him beyond any sense of reason. He could smell them all around him, the intoxicating and seductive tendrils of blood luring him deeper and deeper into his hunger. He growled deep within his throat, ducked into a darkened alley and took the nearest mortal as his prey. He sank his sharpened teeth into her smooth skin and groaned as the rich blood flooded his mouth. The victim -( a young girl with mind numbing alcohol flowing within her veins( sagged under his tight grip. His ghostly hands clasped around her delicate neck, with a twist of his wrist, accompanied by a sickening crack, her head snapped back lifelessly, her body falling perfectly into his arms. He let her fall, another innocent kill. (Anne Rice!!!) The blood coursed through his stone cold body, momentary quenching the insatiable hunger. Amber eyes scanned the area surrounding the dead body, settling on a frightened brown haired boy. He stalked towards him, crimson blood dripped from his full generous mouth.
"You know I can never let you live."
"I do." Soft brown eyes stared directly into hardened amber gems. "What are you?"
"A demon." He shouldn't have answered. The boy moved towards him, fear that he had previously sensed dissipated. He raised a hand to touch his cheek, tracing a line down his jaw.
"How could something so beautiful be a demon?" The boy whispered, almost inaudible.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Should I be?"
"You are going to die."
"No regrets. You are the one I've searching for centuries. I finally found you. Hisashi." Gentle arms wrapped themselves securely around his waist. Mitsui relished in the warmth the embrace brought. He knew that he'd known this slender delicate boy before him, yet he could not remember.
"Who are you? What are you?"
"You don't remember do you?" He could see two trails of tears flow slowly down the boy's soft cheeks. "I loved you. That's all you need to know." The boy bit back a sob, and ran down the alley.
"Kogure!" The boy turned around in surprise, looking incredulously at him. "For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain." (da quote is by Lyster)
"You remember." Unmistakable joy flashed across his boyish features.
"I'm no longer what I used to be. Go! Run! I would have to kill you if you stayed a moment longer."
"A moment is all that I want."
"Go. Leave!"
"Dying in your hands would have no pain at all."
"Go." Kogure moved yet not an inch; he stood there motionless. Long lashes fluttered, as he closed his eyes.
"Go! Don't make me do it!" His voice was near hysterical. Mitsui spread his wings, darker that night, and moved forward with supernatural speed. His steel claws ripped through the skin his knuckles as he finish the job he had intended earlier. (Can we say X-men!) He stopped, merely inches away from the boy's exposed throat. He couldn't do it. He could never do it. Mitsui let out a frustrated cry, and vanished.
"Noooo!" Kogure let out the anguished cry as he again opened his eyes. "I would have gladly died under your blade than to wander through eons without your presence."
~*~
He cried. For the first time in his life or rather his eternity, he wept. Tears flowed until no more could come. Mitsui stood on a desolate cliff, watching his tears glide off towards oblivion.
"Kogure, don't ever let me find you again. Don't let execute my promise." He whispered softly into the wind and took off towards the waning moon.
~*~