Heart of the Beast
Part Two: True Companion
"Just the other day, I saw this really cute guy!" Uriko crooned as her and Shana walked to school. "I was going to the mall and this babe just appeared out of nowhere!!" "Really?? What'd he look like?" "Well, he had short black hair and the prettiest dark blue eyes and the most gorgeous voice!" Uriko sighed contently. "I think I'm in love." "Hey, look! It's Yugo!" Uriko and Shana turned to the parking lot of the animal hospital as he was unloading something from the pet carrier. It was a grey and white wolf and it had a leash on it. The wolf's left paw was bandaged and it was slightly limping. Yugo petted it on the head softly and reassuringly, it panted contently to its' master's affections. "Kenji did say that Yugo got a pet dog." Uriko blinked, then frowned. "He also said that Yugo was allergic to cats!" "Bummer." Yugo stepped into the clinic and up to the receptionist he went. "I'm Ohgami Yugo, I had an appointment." "Yes, you did." The woman responded in kind. "Your dog, Fang was wounded while playing outside." "Yes, he was." "Take a seat, Dr. Yukiharu will be right with you." Yugo sat down next to a young man with brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a black bomber jacket with a fluffy collar, and a mesh shirt underneath. He had a cat in his arms, petting her head affectionately. The cat was an orange tabby with the prettiest green eyes. It purred in the young man's arms, he himself, looked like Hell warmed over. "You don't look so good." Yugo said before sneezing. "...long flight." The young pretty boy responded, his voice had a distinct Russian accent. "I see. We all have that." Yugo patted him on the back then noticed something off on the boy's neck. Puncture wounds!!! The young man petted the cat affectionately, but he was on the verge of collapsing from blood loss. The receptionist walked up and smiled. "Mr. Leonhart. The vet will see you now... Mr. Leonhart?" The boy collapsed, the cat meowed loudly and ran off. Yugo jolted out of his seat, Fang barked nervously and paced. "SOMEONE CALL THE HOSPITAL!!!!"
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"No no no no!!! You're killing me, Basara!!" The director slammed his megaphone on the ground and stomped on it repeatedly. "Raise your voice!! RAISE YOUR VOICE!!!" Brad stood in the shadows, very concerned for his young lover's well-being. Basara looked like he was on the verge of breaking into a fit of weeping and the director's irrate screaming and debasing wasn't helping matters much. His arms were folded against his chest, his midnight eyes locked onto the back of the director's head. Finally, the director screamed at Basara way too many times, the Russian angel ran off the stage, crying. Brad ran to the stage, using the director's head as a spring board, and followed Basara to the dressing room. Basara slammed the door and cried into his vanity, but the door opened and Brad calmly walked in. "Basara?" "I'm a failure!!" Basara sobbed, letting his soft locks of white hair fall against his face. "No you're not." Brad sat down beside him and stroked his back softly. "The director... hell, the whole theatrical academy thinks because you're a Leonhart, they expect you to be just as talented as your older brother." "But I'm NOT Squall!!! I will never be as good as Squall!!!" "Don't say that!" Brad collected Basara's hands in his, making their gazes meet. "You'll be just as good as Squall as long as you put your heart into the performance, maybe better." "You really think so?" "Yes. With all my heart." The director walked in, his nose bandaged and looking a little disheaveled. He set the script of The Twelfth Night on Basara's vanity and grumbled. "Frankily I don't give a flying rat's ass that you're a Leonhart. You're ruining my career!! However, the patron of the Fine Arts, Janus Fairbane wants to see you reinact the role of Viola in Twelfth Night. I don't see why either." "So soon?" Brad asked slowly, hesitant. "He need to rehurse." "WHO ASKED YOU!!!???" The director shouted at Brad, growling. "...I refuse." Basara threw the script at the diector's feet. "What!? This is Janus Fairbane we're talking about here!! THE foremost patron of the Fine Arts of Paris, France!!!" "...I still refuse." Basara got up from his seat, then went for the dressing closet. "You're ruining me, Basara!!!" "..." Basara didn't budge from his spot, he fumbled through the closet until he found a nice Victorian outfit to wear. "You should be worrying more about your life than your career." Brad growled at the director, his hands crackled with lightning. "B-but..." "Basara refuses, that is his wish. You can't force him to do this against his will. I won't let you. Leave now." The director ran off into the darkened hallway, Brad closed the door and turned toward the lovely Basara. He held a black Victorian outfit for Brad, smiling. "Would you like to perform a scene from 'The Trials of Oscar Wilde' with me?" "Let me guess." Brad smirked as he took the outfit. "I'll be Oscar Wilde." "Why yes, that was my intention." Basara giggled and winked at his bishounen-god lover. "Alright." Brad slid the shirt off his manly body and tossed it aside. "Which part do you want us to act out first?" "How about..." Basara seductively walked to Brad and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him tenderly. "...the part where Oscar and Alfred Douglas make love for the first time?" "Sounds like a better place than any to start." Brad grinned, pushing Basara on the couch and then getting on top of him.
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"How is he, doctor?" "It's hard to say." The handsome young auburn-haired doctor responded to Yugo's question. "He lost a lot of blood and he's getting sensative to light nowadays. I think he's gone under the effects of the vampire's kiss." "The what's what?" "When a vampire creates another, it's called the Embrace..." "I see." "We need to contact his family, he's got one here in the city." "Yes, let's do that." The doctor walked away for the phone, Yugo knelt down and petted Fang as he whined softly. The orange tabby meowed sadly as she was perched on the shelf.
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