Disclaimer: If wishes were fishes...
Warnings: AU, Shounen Ai
Pairings: Touma+Seiji, Shuu+Shin, Ryo+Nasuti
Summary: Touma and his friends make up a secret group dedicated to the protection of Japan. While out one night, Touma stumbles across something that will change both his and his friends' lives...
A/N: sort of a slow chapter, but oh well.



Half-breed
by Amyeyl

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Chapter 5

"Is he the one who... who hurt you?"

"Not directly."

"No, that makes sense."

"What does?" The blonde had that lost and confused expression on his face again that made Touma want to protect him from everything. He rubbed at his temples, trying to get his thoughts to slow down so he could focus on one.

Arago obviously wanted him for something, so it would be in everyone's best interest if he didn't get him. That's why he was feeling so protective. It wasn't because he looked so innocent sitting there, that definitely wasn't it. He shook his head fiercely. Back to Arago. Should he really trust someone who's been around him so recently? What if it's all a trap?

"-san? Hashiba-san? Touma?" Touma looked up and faced Seiji. He looked a little worried.

"Sorry about that..."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. What happened afterwards?" Seiji stared at him a moment longer before settling back against the couch with a sigh.

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There was a moment of dizziness for the blonde, which had him clinging tightly to his captor. Arago smiled slightly and opened the door again. As he was carried inside, Seiji looked around in confusion. The room was completely different from the one they had just exited. It was a large bedroom.

Along one wall a large bed jutted out, extending halfway into the room. Across from it a couch and two matching chairs encircled a merrily burning fire. To the left of the bed was what Seiji assumed was a window, covered with heavy draperies. On the far wall were a number of doors.

"Jun!" Arago called as he carried his bundle inside and deposited him in one of the chairs. A small boy, no more than 8, ran into the room from one of the doors.

"Yes, Arago-sama?" he asked, bowing low.

"I want you to prepare a bath for our guest." The boy bowed again and left the room again through a different door. Seiji stood up from the chair and turned to face Arago.

"Who are you?"

"My dear boy, I'm your host," the man said, smiling.

"My host? What am I doing here? Why was I in a coffin?"

"You're here because I want you here, and that is all you need to know for now." He crossed the room to the wall with the doors. Opening one he rummaged around inside. He came back out with a large green shirt. He held it up so that he could see the blonde's head above the top. "This will do nicely, don't you think?"

"For what..?"

"For you to wear after your bath."

"I don't want a bath! I want to go home!"

"Home? Where exactly is that?" He lowered the shirt and moved to stand beside him."

"It's..." the blonde looked afraid and ready to panic, "I don't know."

"Then how can I return you there?"

"I... What did you do to me? Why can't I remember?!" he clutched his head and tugged at his hair.

"Seiji," Arago laid a hand on his shoulder, which the blonde quickly shrugged off."

"Don't touch me!" He quickly back up, as his host's countenance changed. The man radiated anger, his eyes glowing a dull red.

"You will do well to remember that this is my home, and as such I am free to do whatever I please," he moved towards the blonde again, who in turn backed up. A few more steps and he tripped over the arm of the chair he'd been sitting in. Arago leaned in over him, "and as long as you remain under this roof, you shall obey me, or you will pay dearly."

"Arago-sama?" a small voice intruded upon the tense situation. Arago straightened and turned to face the young boy. "The bath is ready, sir."

"Go with him." Seiji scrambled to his feet and followed the small boy as he disappeared through the door again.

"What's going on?"

"Take off your clothes, please."

"What?!"

"You need to take a bath," the little boy looked up at him, fear shinning in his eyes. "Please? I don't want to get into trouble again."

"Get into trouble?" The little boy nodded. He looked relieved when Seiji pulled his shirt over his head.

Having removed the rest of his clothes, Seiji sat in the warm bath. Jun knelt behind him, dutifully washing his hair. The sensation of the boy's fingers in his hair was very relaxing, and he found himself drifting off to sleep...

Violet eyes slowly opened once again to unfamiliar surroundings. He was resting against something soft and firm. Looking down, he saw he was dressed in the green sweater from earlier. The thing behind him shifted, and the movement was followed by the soft laughter he had quickly come to hate.

"I'm glad to see you're awake."

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"After that, I ran away..." Seiji stopped talking and looked down at his hands.

"What?" Touma blinked, confused, "Why'd you just run away? Not that I blame you, but what happened?"

Seiji continued to stare at his hands, unsure if he wanted to continue or not. The blue haired boy seemed to know about vampires, but... When he looked up, Touma was staring directly at him. He didn't like it, and his hand went self-counciously to his neck. Touma saw the movment.

"He bit you?' Seiji nodded briefly.

"Who bit who?" a new voice demanded. Seiji winced and looked up to face the angry man from earlier.