disclaimers: Is this even necessary? You all know perfectly well that if I
owned them, I wouldn't be writing about them.I'd be drawing them.to my
heart's content and also to my sadistic and twisted mind's
satisfaction.^_^;;; All in all...*grumble grumble* I don't own them. And
as you know very well, SDA!!!
warnings: OOC, AU, PWP, TWT, s x k, k x f, mentioned s x s (might change later.I haven't really planned this out yet.)
notes: Now I know this is a multi-parter.I just haven't planned any of this out. So it might have no plot at all.My muses suck.
notes 2: ^_^ no one should be able to identify the main pairing in the first two chapter, but in chapter 3, there will be two chapters. It might take a while, since I will be publishing both versions at the same time ^_^;;; please bear with me. Thanx~!
symbols: [dream sequence]
"conversation"
'thoughts'
/flashbacks/
not all of them will be used.
die, die gekennzeichnet worden sind
(roughly translated: those who have been marked)
by: yakusoku
kapitel 1-vampire jäger
(roughly translated: chapter 1-vampire hunter)
8 year later.
A sharp knock resounded at the door, hesitantly gentle but nonetheless with a sense of demanding urgency, and soon, the first sound was followed almost immediately by a series of similar knocks, signifying the arrival of some unknown guest at the entrance to the little house. The stranger noticed the movements in the house and heard the sudden stop to the flow of conversation within this small, shabby but still cozy shelter, but the lapse into silence was soon recovered by a loud voice coming near him that encouraged the other voices to continue in discussion on despite his absence for the moment. He listened carefully to the slightly heavy footsteps tapping onto the slightly creaking wooden boards and then waited patiently for the lock to the door to click as the footsteps ceased behind the obstructing door. Surely enough, the door swung nervously open in a small slivering crack, revealing the face of an adult in his late-teens to early-twenties. After those scrutinizing eyes searched the perimeter around the stranger for a moment for any signs of hidden or obvious danger, he deemed the situation safe and pulled the door completely open to the outside world, seemingly welcoming the gentleman that stood before him.
"Hello there! What can I do for you?" greeted the teenager in his usually loud and outgoing way, a fake, cheerful smile plastered onto his face in a silly sort of grin. This show of annoying friendliness was used only to thwart the stranger's attention in hopes that he will be able to study this new guest more closely.
"Hello, my name is Sumeragi Subaru," replied the stranger politely, and suddenly, he noticed the smile on the adolescent's face drop away to a deep, contemplating frown, as if the teenager disapproved of something. But not discouraged in his attempts, he continued on his part of the conversation by requesting elegantly, "I have traveled for a while and I was wondering if I could have the privilege to spend the night here?"
The frowning man seemed to have listened to the other's words, for his intense, piercing black eyes once again traveled up and down the stranger's body, noting the dirtiness and wornness of the clothes and the weariness and fatigue shown through the stiff and bruised stance of body. Glancing around almost fearfully around Subaru again, his eyes searched the slightly ripped and torn clothes of white trench coat, black turtleneck, and black pants for any signs of glittering that may indicate the presence of weaponry, then at the limbs and torso for any disfigurements that may designate a creature instead of human. Satisfied that the other man does not seem to appear dangerous physically, he peered cautiously into the beautiful emerald eyes of the man before him and examined the depths of those eyes suspiciously before nodding in approval, knowing the man held no means of harmfulness or destruction in his heart. But even so, he didn't seem to be allowing this Sumeragi person into the threshold of his beloved house, and Subaru waited patiently for any response of words or actions from his host.
"THE Sumeragi Subaru?" asked the teenager, and Subaru flinched suddenly as he once again realized how widespread his name and reputation of fame traveled throughout this turbulent yet peaceful country.
"Hai, that would be me," replied Subaru politely, masking his annoyance of being recognized by name and not by personality with his usual appearance in formal meetings, hiding his emotions with an air of detached and professional courtesy and respect.
"The vampire hunter?" asked the teenager, a hint of dangerous awe and also underlying trepidation echoing in that concerned voice.
"Hai," answered Subaru, growing slightly flustered and lightheaded as a presence seemed to near the doorway, a presence that was deemed human yet seemed tainted with the qualities of another creature with unnatural powers and insatiable bloodlust. He knew this state of mixture of spiritual characteristics well, and the bonds between vampires and marked quarry only strengthened whenever two under these categories neared another. This one's aroma fascinated him, however, with its curiosity and unending love, but he frowned a bit when he discovered extreme naïveté and innocence mixed in with vulnerability and a nature of gullibility.
"I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to stay within our perimeters. I know you have a large bounty on your head for vampires within this nation, and I do not wish to draw unnecessary...attention to my home," explained the teenager graciously as he once again skimmed around the environment apprehensively and uncomfortably with his darting eyes.
"Oh that's quite alright," replied Subaru, though mentally he sighed dejectedly. He was weary from traveling such lengths of time and distance, but staying in nearby towns and villages will ensure more work and endless greetings and speeches, especially if even small, subsistent farmers out in the middle of practically nowhere knew about his achievements and talents and statuses.
"Sorata-'nii-san?" drifted a gentle voice from behind the teenager, and he could hear a soft admonition being uttered in whispers towards the newcomer as the teenager suddenly disappeared to the left of the door to face the other person.
"Ano...guests are nice, 'nii-san," argued the other, and unexpectedly, a face peered out curiously towards the stranger.
In that moment, a million fleeting thoughts crossed both minds as a set of bottomless emerald stared into a set of unfathomable amethyst, each thought overlapping the other, fighting for dominance in the mind for full attention and consideration, but all fading after a moment. Memories crossed the threshold of the processing brain and immediately were forgotten; hidden desires and hopes and dreams were aroused, only to be batted down into the deep recesses of the heart where they had surfaced; secrets poured and then were dammed into oblivion and dark silence. This rush of overwhelming thoughts and emotions immediately took its toll on the more delicate of the top and suddenly a yelp reverberated through the air as the newcomer suddenly collapsed, leaning forward but fortunately to be caught by Sorata. The sound of the yell brought Subaru made to reality with crashing snap, and for a moment, he stood dazed and confused as he stared uncomprehending at the worried Sorata and the unconscious boy.
"Kamui?!" shouted Sorata, tenderly but urgently shaking the boy's limp shoulders. The boy remained lifelessly sagging and unmoving like a breathing corpse, and Sorata, through his despair and worry, managed to form enough reason to pick up the boy and hold the small form in his arms, turning to go into the house after signaling for the concerned stranger outside to join him. A series of hurried footsteps and a surprised and upset voice greeted them halfway to the bedroom from the kitchen as they passed by the living room, and instantly the vexed girl went into action ordering Sorata around with precise and careful instructions.
"Get him into his bed, 'nii-san, and tuck him in," commanded the girl as she rushed back into the kitchen only to return with a pitcher of slightly cool water and a silk handkerchief, and the entire precession followed each other into a small but clean room.
Sorata gently tucked his brother into the bed and watched as the girl bustled around, pressing her hand to the boy's forehead to check for a fever and pressing her fingers to the boy's wrist to confirm the pulse from the artery. Furrowing her brow in contemplation as she discovered no causes of illness, she merely tucked the latter better into bed and politely asked for the other two occupants of the room to awkwardly follow her out of the bedroom and into the living room.
The three seated themselves on the padded, worn but comfortable sofa chairs, and after the rustling of human clothing against furniture material quieted down, a lengthy, discomfited silence followed as each sought to sort out their thoughts properly before forming the basis of a discussion. Abruptly, the girl, with her short black hair in a flourish and her eyes twinkling with practiced courteousness, stood up and walked into the kitchen after giving a short explanation of her departure. In a moment, after several soft clings and clangs of metal and porcelain china, she returned with a tray of steaming green tea in a pot, some fine china cups, and a plate of various small crackers and breads1. After setting the tray down onto the small, mahogany table that appeared slightly dilapidated but stable, she continued on to serve Sorata and Subaru portions of tea and bid them welcome to feast on the delicacies set on the plate.
"Forgive me," began the girl as she daintily munched on a cookie, "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yuzuriha. Nesurou2 Yuzuriha. I'm Sorata's younger sister."
Subaru customarily returned the salutations and noticed out of the corner of his eye that Yuzuriha was absentmindedly petting the pet of some wolfish stuffed animal, seemingly content with the action. The girl suddenly noticed his motionless attention directed towards her "childish" behavior, and promptly blushed in embarrassment, but she refused to be criticized for this simple show of affection towards an inanimate object. She had allowed too many insults hurled at her in this demeanor and was intent that she justify her actions so as not to leave a false impression of herself3 and her favored doll.
"I know most people think that adolescents don't usually keep a doll by their side, but Inuki is very important to me," explained Yuzuriha.
Immediately the onmyouji turned crimson at having been caught staring so profusely at his hosts, and began stammering apologies for his rudeness, only to be stopped in his string of incoherent mumblings.
"Yuzuriha-san, I don't think that it's wrong or childish behavior to have such precious objects by your side," replied Subaru after he registered the way Yuzuriha wilted faintly as if wounded, a look of slight contempt and anger plastered on her face. After his comment, the girl looked up in surprise and almost gleeful happiness.
"You see, Subaru-san," Yuzuriha continued on with her clarification, "Inuki..." Suddenly she was choked with a heavy, intense feeling rising within her from her stomach to her throat, the overwhelming emotion of grief and sadness developing as waves of pain broke and washed over her entire being.
"It was the last thing she ever got from our parents, you know," finished Sorata, his voice gulping as if he was trying to swallow down a sob.
"What...happened?" asked Subaru hesitantly, almost afraid that he was pushing too much into private business that should very well be left alone.
"We were young when it happened," started Sorata, his hands clenching into tight fists and reopening into sweaty, trembling hands. "A vampire killed our parents the night after a week from Yuzuriha's birthday."
All the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place for the Sumeragi right then as he heard these few words, and understanding-of Sorata's nervous and suspicious behavior, of both his and Yuzuriha's panicked state when the boy fainted, and of Yuzuriha's public fondness of her doll-dawned on him. The initial shock was soon replaced with sympathy and obvious disgusted fury: kindness and compassion towards the mutilated family, and angry and appalled by such actions to harm these innocents4.
"So was he claimed by the vampire?" asked Subaru quietly, getting right to the point in his own little investigation. A minute nod confirmed his suspicions of the events that occurred on that fateful night where the fearsome creature violated the space of this now broken family.
"I didn't want you to stay here, Sumeragi-san," confessed Sorata, albeit a bit ashamed, "because it would attract other vampires' attention here, especially him. I didn't want that vampire to come again, after what had happened nearly 8 years ago."
"So the last time you met had been 8 years ago," echoed Subaru.
"Hai. He had promised he would protect otouto-chan during the time in which he waited for his mature age to arrive, and he promised he would be back for him. And true to his word, he made sure that anyone who came near-especially those who came and went with intentions of reporting about our orphan state and taking us away from our home-died a painful and mutilated death of decapitation. Only our neighbors managed to survive an encounter with him, but that had been because they had helped us survive for the brunt of the first few months before we finally adjusted and became accustomed to the work and way of life. That was how we remained together for the past 8 years, living without anyone disturbing the peace and quiet of our simple way of living." The memory of the hard but happy past 8 years brought a bright smile to Sorata's face.
"But this is going to end soon..." whispered Yuzuriha, remorse and melancholy settling down in her voice. "You see, Sumeragi-san, Sorata-'nii- san is getting married off soon-"
"To a beautiful and level-headed woman!" chimed Sorata in an excited and exclaiming voice as a wide grin appeared at the thought of the woman he was betrothed to. "I don't even know how I ever got the privilege to get to marry and love her, but darn! She is hot! And I promised myself that I'd always protect her and make her smile, just so I don't have to see her cry and be sad. I'll always be there for her!"
Yuzuriha jokingly slapped him on the side of the head, causing the over-exaggerating boy to jump up and hold his head in a mockingly hurt way.
"Sorata-chan! Now's not really the time to fantasize about your future wife!" scolded Yuzuriha, uncontrolled laughter hidden in her voice.
"Well, Yuzu-chan, you're not too good about this either! After all, you're getting married off to Kusanagi-kun soon!" teased Sorata, and he laughed good-heartedly as the desired effect took place: Yuzuriha immediately turned beet red from embarrassment. Subaru chuckled softly at the joking and teasing, though he barely knew these strangers.
"Anyways, as I was saying before being rudely interrupted," continued on Yuzuriha indignantly, her struggle to control her blush apparent as she fidgets, "marriage may not be the best thing to happen in our lives."
Suddenly the mood of the conversation turned cold and uncomfortable, the misery and distress descending down upon the three conversing once more, this time the dread hanging like an ominous cloud over their heads.
"You're afraid, aren't you?" asked Subaru, his words slowly drawn out as his eyes closed in concentration, "frightened to if you marry and leave, that Kamui will be left defenseless."5
"...Hai."
Subaru digested the information and immediately the desire and determination to keep others from falling victim to the loathsome vampires flared.6
"I can help protect him," suggested Subaru, looking intently at the two teenagers, "I can help keep the vampire from getting to him."
"We don't want to...burden you, Sumeragi-san, especially since you're a stranger to the house and we don't have anything to give in return for this generous offer. Plus...we will have to ask 'touto-chan's opinion first," refused Yuzuriha respectfully as she glanced worriedly down the shadowed, dimly-lit hallway at the closed door of the sleeping boy.
Author: Ah, since I can't find a way to end this conversation properly...I'll leave it off here! ^_^
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[The darkness faded gradually as his lethargic sense began to arouse and return to him, and soon, his mind registered the comforting warmth the body was lying in, as if wrapped in a lovers safe and caressing embrace. A soft breeze ruffled through the landscape, and beautiful, delicately soft petals of multi-colored flowers, along with bits and pieces of newborn green and yellow grasses and leaves, floated and swirled gracefully in the air, playing and acting along with the wind. He laid in a field of petals that had fallen from the sky, the ground spiked occasionally with peaks of light green shoots of growing grass so very unlike the deceased and decaying bits flying through the atmosphere in lazy strokes and twirls. His eyelids felt oddly heavy as his body was lulled by the peacefulness, and his body felt laden with laziness as he sought to continue on drowning in the feeling that one received after waking up from a cold nigh wrapped in warm blankets. He put up little effort to fight against his drowsiness, simply listening to the silent humming of life, feeling the waves of calmness and sereneness, waiting patiently for something unpredictable by his mind but oddly perceivable by his heart. The ground tickled his skin where clothing did not protect it, and he yearned to itch some of the spots but suddenly felt startled and was rendered speechless and motionless with an unknown curiosity and fear when he noticed he was no longer on a filed of delicate wildlife. The substance his body rested on felt to be an endless expanse of pooling silky lavender sheets, tangling around his body in a possessive embrace, shifting like flowing water. He felt as if the he was drowning in the magnificent darkness and the mesmerizing amethyst, the two darkened colors mixing together to give an oppressive glower.
-~-Si sith eht maerd morf thgie sraey oga?-~-
Suddenly, a hot breath on his skin caused him to shiver in fear and anticipation, and the stream of caressing warmth passed by his cheek on to his ear, gently nibbling on his earlobe when the hungry lips and teeth were within range. There came a pressuring force on the back of his neck that could not be denied, and its partner, an adamant and possessive arm wound tightly around his slender waist, supported his entire frame as he was propped up into a sitting position. The mouth stopped its subtle feasting on his shell-like ear and moved on, and suddenly, scorching lips covered his own petal-soft ones, a probing tongue seeking urgent entrance into his mouth which he gave reluctantly due to inexperience in the field of kissing. Soft moans escaped both throats as they tasted the exotic and exquisite flavors of each other's mouths, and their senses were overwhelmed and deliciously numbed as they breathed in the intoxicating scents of each other. His skin buzzed with electric pulses, and dizziness and light- headedness left him in a blissful daze where his body melted against the older form, bonelessly relaxed. A few moments later the wonderful embrace of lips upon lips broke, followed by heavy panting as both participating figures sought to fill their lungs with the lacking oxygen that had been before denied.
He bit back a loud moan as those lips kissed their way downwards from cheek to chin to neck, occasionally nibbling or suckling or licking the skin, trailing down a route of affectionate heat. An acrid pain shot from his neck as two canine-like fangs pierced into the soft flesh, forcing him to expose and arch his neck further involuntarily, and a muted cry of pain, followed by short sibilance, was elicited from his parted lips. A bone- deep ache resonated throughout his body like thousands of needles stabbing him mercilessly, and his extra-sensitive skin flamed as liquid fire coursed throughout his veins. But gradually the unbearable pain was replaced by further pleasure and bliss as the life and energy drained out of him. The very essence of his identity and being seeped out of his neck through the blood that rushed eagerly into the awaiting mouth, and for those precious moments, he felt protected and content, trapped in a heavenly world where nothing else mattered.
From his mess of relaxation and vertigo, he heard a moan of satisfaction and bliss as the other gorged himself once again on the sweet blood which he had been deprived access to for the past years. The other sucked hard and long, drinking the liquid like a starved beast, but, concerned for his delicate doll's health, pulled away reluctantly, licking the wound for any further traces of the thick, steaming, crimson substance.
The tremendous amount of blood loss nauseated him soon after the teeth were retracted from his neck, and his body suffered alternating bouts of extreme heat and coldness, drifting agonizingly between the conscious and unconscious worlds. He whimpered slightly as the pair of strong arms moved to lay him down onto the sheets of silky warmth, and he barely had the strength to gasp slightly as hands softly rubbed against his bare, naked skin, soothing away any tension and warming up parts of his stiff and frozen body. The other conciliatory warmth radiated towards his body, and color very slowly returned to his pale countenance, the pallor far more prodigious than normal.
"Rebmemer my esimorp ot uoy elttil eno? I dias I dluow eb kcab rof uoy. Tiaw tsuj a tib regnol...erofeb uoy era yletelpmoc enim," whispered a voice by his ear in a strange, foreign, ancient tongue that made sense to him despite the language barrier.
A hand abruptly moved to cover his eyes, blinding him of vision and presenting further darkness before his sight, and suddenly, as if a spell had come over him, his weary mind drifted into realm of sleep where the myriad of swirling lights enclosed around him protected him and kept at bay the haunting dreams.
-~-Smaerd era ylno ytilaer fi uoy enigami meht ot eb laer?-~-]
Continue: Y/N ?
Some notes and random comments:
1-----I do NOT know what the heck they would eat ^_^;;;
2-----You could probably guess where the name "Nesurou" came from XD Look at the nice little equation: Nekoi + Arisugawa + Shirou. I should have tried out combinations.but it passed alright.
3-----~_~;;; I know the REAL Yuzuriha probably wouldn't have cared, but I'm putting this in because I know she's overprotective of her Inuki in the storyline of X. Otherwise she wouldn't have waited such a darn long time to date someone just because she wanted them to see her spirit dog. ^_^
4-----Don't read too much into this if you're a FxK fan ^_^ Trust me, it will explain itself soon. XDXDXD After all, Fuuma had his reasons to do what he did *snicker snicker* *cough cough as she thinks of BAD things* *and then snicker and snicker again*
5-----Need I explain the details? I mean, Sorata gets married off, and Yuzuriha gets married off, they have to leave for their HONEYMOON, and plus even if Fuuma doesn't come to "pick up" (Author: *cough cough* *thinks of MORE NAUGHTY things* *giggles madly* *cough cough*) Kamui during that time, I seriously doubt that Kamui would be able to live with one of them. Considering the fact that he might be able to live NEAR them, I would believe that the newly wed couples would want their own privacy (Author: *giggles madly and insanely and scares away her muses* WAIT!!! DON'T GO!!!).
6-----Ehehehehehe ^_^ Will, I'm certainly leaving myself two ways to go from this ^_^ Most of you can probably already guess the direction I'm taking for each pairing, right? XDXD And trust me, there is very BIG reason why Subaru (")hates(") vampires. :p Not telling.
Author: Wow that was long...*looks at clock* Oy...I'm deprived of sleep...
Setsuna: Get back to work. You can't afford to laze around. You're gonna fail your classes!
Author: *sobs* I'm so stupid!!!
Yuichi: There, there, Author.Setsuna's just a big mean jerk.
Ken'ichi: And right now, we will ignore the background noises and put in one last comment-REVIEW!!!!
Makoto: *bows politely* Thank you for reviewing. Suggestions are also welcome!
Ai: *smiles brightly* Arigato Gozaimasu!
Setsuna: Flames are nice. We need some form of heat in this cold room.
Author: *laughs* You know why it's cold! It's like 1:30 in the morning! Of course it's cold! Oh and by the way! You guys need to vote whether you want a lemon in here SOMEWHERE. Tell me the pairing and your suggestion! Thanx ^_^~
warnings: OOC, AU, PWP, TWT, s x k, k x f, mentioned s x s (might change later.I haven't really planned this out yet.)
notes: Now I know this is a multi-parter.I just haven't planned any of this out. So it might have no plot at all.My muses suck.
notes 2: ^_^ no one should be able to identify the main pairing in the first two chapter, but in chapter 3, there will be two chapters. It might take a while, since I will be publishing both versions at the same time ^_^;;; please bear with me. Thanx~!
symbols: [dream sequence]
"conversation"
'thoughts'
/flashbacks/
not all of them will be used.
die, die gekennzeichnet worden sind
(roughly translated: those who have been marked)
by: yakusoku
kapitel 1-vampire jäger
(roughly translated: chapter 1-vampire hunter)
8 year later.
A sharp knock resounded at the door, hesitantly gentle but nonetheless with a sense of demanding urgency, and soon, the first sound was followed almost immediately by a series of similar knocks, signifying the arrival of some unknown guest at the entrance to the little house. The stranger noticed the movements in the house and heard the sudden stop to the flow of conversation within this small, shabby but still cozy shelter, but the lapse into silence was soon recovered by a loud voice coming near him that encouraged the other voices to continue in discussion on despite his absence for the moment. He listened carefully to the slightly heavy footsteps tapping onto the slightly creaking wooden boards and then waited patiently for the lock to the door to click as the footsteps ceased behind the obstructing door. Surely enough, the door swung nervously open in a small slivering crack, revealing the face of an adult in his late-teens to early-twenties. After those scrutinizing eyes searched the perimeter around the stranger for a moment for any signs of hidden or obvious danger, he deemed the situation safe and pulled the door completely open to the outside world, seemingly welcoming the gentleman that stood before him.
"Hello there! What can I do for you?" greeted the teenager in his usually loud and outgoing way, a fake, cheerful smile plastered onto his face in a silly sort of grin. This show of annoying friendliness was used only to thwart the stranger's attention in hopes that he will be able to study this new guest more closely.
"Hello, my name is Sumeragi Subaru," replied the stranger politely, and suddenly, he noticed the smile on the adolescent's face drop away to a deep, contemplating frown, as if the teenager disapproved of something. But not discouraged in his attempts, he continued on his part of the conversation by requesting elegantly, "I have traveled for a while and I was wondering if I could have the privilege to spend the night here?"
The frowning man seemed to have listened to the other's words, for his intense, piercing black eyes once again traveled up and down the stranger's body, noting the dirtiness and wornness of the clothes and the weariness and fatigue shown through the stiff and bruised stance of body. Glancing around almost fearfully around Subaru again, his eyes searched the slightly ripped and torn clothes of white trench coat, black turtleneck, and black pants for any signs of glittering that may indicate the presence of weaponry, then at the limbs and torso for any disfigurements that may designate a creature instead of human. Satisfied that the other man does not seem to appear dangerous physically, he peered cautiously into the beautiful emerald eyes of the man before him and examined the depths of those eyes suspiciously before nodding in approval, knowing the man held no means of harmfulness or destruction in his heart. But even so, he didn't seem to be allowing this Sumeragi person into the threshold of his beloved house, and Subaru waited patiently for any response of words or actions from his host.
"THE Sumeragi Subaru?" asked the teenager, and Subaru flinched suddenly as he once again realized how widespread his name and reputation of fame traveled throughout this turbulent yet peaceful country.
"Hai, that would be me," replied Subaru politely, masking his annoyance of being recognized by name and not by personality with his usual appearance in formal meetings, hiding his emotions with an air of detached and professional courtesy and respect.
"The vampire hunter?" asked the teenager, a hint of dangerous awe and also underlying trepidation echoing in that concerned voice.
"Hai," answered Subaru, growing slightly flustered and lightheaded as a presence seemed to near the doorway, a presence that was deemed human yet seemed tainted with the qualities of another creature with unnatural powers and insatiable bloodlust. He knew this state of mixture of spiritual characteristics well, and the bonds between vampires and marked quarry only strengthened whenever two under these categories neared another. This one's aroma fascinated him, however, with its curiosity and unending love, but he frowned a bit when he discovered extreme naïveté and innocence mixed in with vulnerability and a nature of gullibility.
"I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to stay within our perimeters. I know you have a large bounty on your head for vampires within this nation, and I do not wish to draw unnecessary...attention to my home," explained the teenager graciously as he once again skimmed around the environment apprehensively and uncomfortably with his darting eyes.
"Oh that's quite alright," replied Subaru, though mentally he sighed dejectedly. He was weary from traveling such lengths of time and distance, but staying in nearby towns and villages will ensure more work and endless greetings and speeches, especially if even small, subsistent farmers out in the middle of practically nowhere knew about his achievements and talents and statuses.
"Sorata-'nii-san?" drifted a gentle voice from behind the teenager, and he could hear a soft admonition being uttered in whispers towards the newcomer as the teenager suddenly disappeared to the left of the door to face the other person.
"Ano...guests are nice, 'nii-san," argued the other, and unexpectedly, a face peered out curiously towards the stranger.
In that moment, a million fleeting thoughts crossed both minds as a set of bottomless emerald stared into a set of unfathomable amethyst, each thought overlapping the other, fighting for dominance in the mind for full attention and consideration, but all fading after a moment. Memories crossed the threshold of the processing brain and immediately were forgotten; hidden desires and hopes and dreams were aroused, only to be batted down into the deep recesses of the heart where they had surfaced; secrets poured and then were dammed into oblivion and dark silence. This rush of overwhelming thoughts and emotions immediately took its toll on the more delicate of the top and suddenly a yelp reverberated through the air as the newcomer suddenly collapsed, leaning forward but fortunately to be caught by Sorata. The sound of the yell brought Subaru made to reality with crashing snap, and for a moment, he stood dazed and confused as he stared uncomprehending at the worried Sorata and the unconscious boy.
"Kamui?!" shouted Sorata, tenderly but urgently shaking the boy's limp shoulders. The boy remained lifelessly sagging and unmoving like a breathing corpse, and Sorata, through his despair and worry, managed to form enough reason to pick up the boy and hold the small form in his arms, turning to go into the house after signaling for the concerned stranger outside to join him. A series of hurried footsteps and a surprised and upset voice greeted them halfway to the bedroom from the kitchen as they passed by the living room, and instantly the vexed girl went into action ordering Sorata around with precise and careful instructions.
"Get him into his bed, 'nii-san, and tuck him in," commanded the girl as she rushed back into the kitchen only to return with a pitcher of slightly cool water and a silk handkerchief, and the entire precession followed each other into a small but clean room.
Sorata gently tucked his brother into the bed and watched as the girl bustled around, pressing her hand to the boy's forehead to check for a fever and pressing her fingers to the boy's wrist to confirm the pulse from the artery. Furrowing her brow in contemplation as she discovered no causes of illness, she merely tucked the latter better into bed and politely asked for the other two occupants of the room to awkwardly follow her out of the bedroom and into the living room.
The three seated themselves on the padded, worn but comfortable sofa chairs, and after the rustling of human clothing against furniture material quieted down, a lengthy, discomfited silence followed as each sought to sort out their thoughts properly before forming the basis of a discussion. Abruptly, the girl, with her short black hair in a flourish and her eyes twinkling with practiced courteousness, stood up and walked into the kitchen after giving a short explanation of her departure. In a moment, after several soft clings and clangs of metal and porcelain china, she returned with a tray of steaming green tea in a pot, some fine china cups, and a plate of various small crackers and breads1. After setting the tray down onto the small, mahogany table that appeared slightly dilapidated but stable, she continued on to serve Sorata and Subaru portions of tea and bid them welcome to feast on the delicacies set on the plate.
"Forgive me," began the girl as she daintily munched on a cookie, "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yuzuriha. Nesurou2 Yuzuriha. I'm Sorata's younger sister."
Subaru customarily returned the salutations and noticed out of the corner of his eye that Yuzuriha was absentmindedly petting the pet of some wolfish stuffed animal, seemingly content with the action. The girl suddenly noticed his motionless attention directed towards her "childish" behavior, and promptly blushed in embarrassment, but she refused to be criticized for this simple show of affection towards an inanimate object. She had allowed too many insults hurled at her in this demeanor and was intent that she justify her actions so as not to leave a false impression of herself3 and her favored doll.
"I know most people think that adolescents don't usually keep a doll by their side, but Inuki is very important to me," explained Yuzuriha.
Immediately the onmyouji turned crimson at having been caught staring so profusely at his hosts, and began stammering apologies for his rudeness, only to be stopped in his string of incoherent mumblings.
"Yuzuriha-san, I don't think that it's wrong or childish behavior to have such precious objects by your side," replied Subaru after he registered the way Yuzuriha wilted faintly as if wounded, a look of slight contempt and anger plastered on her face. After his comment, the girl looked up in surprise and almost gleeful happiness.
"You see, Subaru-san," Yuzuriha continued on with her clarification, "Inuki..." Suddenly she was choked with a heavy, intense feeling rising within her from her stomach to her throat, the overwhelming emotion of grief and sadness developing as waves of pain broke and washed over her entire being.
"It was the last thing she ever got from our parents, you know," finished Sorata, his voice gulping as if he was trying to swallow down a sob.
"What...happened?" asked Subaru hesitantly, almost afraid that he was pushing too much into private business that should very well be left alone.
"We were young when it happened," started Sorata, his hands clenching into tight fists and reopening into sweaty, trembling hands. "A vampire killed our parents the night after a week from Yuzuriha's birthday."
All the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place for the Sumeragi right then as he heard these few words, and understanding-of Sorata's nervous and suspicious behavior, of both his and Yuzuriha's panicked state when the boy fainted, and of Yuzuriha's public fondness of her doll-dawned on him. The initial shock was soon replaced with sympathy and obvious disgusted fury: kindness and compassion towards the mutilated family, and angry and appalled by such actions to harm these innocents4.
"So was he claimed by the vampire?" asked Subaru quietly, getting right to the point in his own little investigation. A minute nod confirmed his suspicions of the events that occurred on that fateful night where the fearsome creature violated the space of this now broken family.
"I didn't want you to stay here, Sumeragi-san," confessed Sorata, albeit a bit ashamed, "because it would attract other vampires' attention here, especially him. I didn't want that vampire to come again, after what had happened nearly 8 years ago."
"So the last time you met had been 8 years ago," echoed Subaru.
"Hai. He had promised he would protect otouto-chan during the time in which he waited for his mature age to arrive, and he promised he would be back for him. And true to his word, he made sure that anyone who came near-especially those who came and went with intentions of reporting about our orphan state and taking us away from our home-died a painful and mutilated death of decapitation. Only our neighbors managed to survive an encounter with him, but that had been because they had helped us survive for the brunt of the first few months before we finally adjusted and became accustomed to the work and way of life. That was how we remained together for the past 8 years, living without anyone disturbing the peace and quiet of our simple way of living." The memory of the hard but happy past 8 years brought a bright smile to Sorata's face.
"But this is going to end soon..." whispered Yuzuriha, remorse and melancholy settling down in her voice. "You see, Sumeragi-san, Sorata-'nii- san is getting married off soon-"
"To a beautiful and level-headed woman!" chimed Sorata in an excited and exclaiming voice as a wide grin appeared at the thought of the woman he was betrothed to. "I don't even know how I ever got the privilege to get to marry and love her, but darn! She is hot! And I promised myself that I'd always protect her and make her smile, just so I don't have to see her cry and be sad. I'll always be there for her!"
Yuzuriha jokingly slapped him on the side of the head, causing the over-exaggerating boy to jump up and hold his head in a mockingly hurt way.
"Sorata-chan! Now's not really the time to fantasize about your future wife!" scolded Yuzuriha, uncontrolled laughter hidden in her voice.
"Well, Yuzu-chan, you're not too good about this either! After all, you're getting married off to Kusanagi-kun soon!" teased Sorata, and he laughed good-heartedly as the desired effect took place: Yuzuriha immediately turned beet red from embarrassment. Subaru chuckled softly at the joking and teasing, though he barely knew these strangers.
"Anyways, as I was saying before being rudely interrupted," continued on Yuzuriha indignantly, her struggle to control her blush apparent as she fidgets, "marriage may not be the best thing to happen in our lives."
Suddenly the mood of the conversation turned cold and uncomfortable, the misery and distress descending down upon the three conversing once more, this time the dread hanging like an ominous cloud over their heads.
"You're afraid, aren't you?" asked Subaru, his words slowly drawn out as his eyes closed in concentration, "frightened to if you marry and leave, that Kamui will be left defenseless."5
"...Hai."
Subaru digested the information and immediately the desire and determination to keep others from falling victim to the loathsome vampires flared.6
"I can help protect him," suggested Subaru, looking intently at the two teenagers, "I can help keep the vampire from getting to him."
"We don't want to...burden you, Sumeragi-san, especially since you're a stranger to the house and we don't have anything to give in return for this generous offer. Plus...we will have to ask 'touto-chan's opinion first," refused Yuzuriha respectfully as she glanced worriedly down the shadowed, dimly-lit hallway at the closed door of the sleeping boy.
Author: Ah, since I can't find a way to end this conversation properly...I'll leave it off here! ^_^
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[The darkness faded gradually as his lethargic sense began to arouse and return to him, and soon, his mind registered the comforting warmth the body was lying in, as if wrapped in a lovers safe and caressing embrace. A soft breeze ruffled through the landscape, and beautiful, delicately soft petals of multi-colored flowers, along with bits and pieces of newborn green and yellow grasses and leaves, floated and swirled gracefully in the air, playing and acting along with the wind. He laid in a field of petals that had fallen from the sky, the ground spiked occasionally with peaks of light green shoots of growing grass so very unlike the deceased and decaying bits flying through the atmosphere in lazy strokes and twirls. His eyelids felt oddly heavy as his body was lulled by the peacefulness, and his body felt laden with laziness as he sought to continue on drowning in the feeling that one received after waking up from a cold nigh wrapped in warm blankets. He put up little effort to fight against his drowsiness, simply listening to the silent humming of life, feeling the waves of calmness and sereneness, waiting patiently for something unpredictable by his mind but oddly perceivable by his heart. The ground tickled his skin where clothing did not protect it, and he yearned to itch some of the spots but suddenly felt startled and was rendered speechless and motionless with an unknown curiosity and fear when he noticed he was no longer on a filed of delicate wildlife. The substance his body rested on felt to be an endless expanse of pooling silky lavender sheets, tangling around his body in a possessive embrace, shifting like flowing water. He felt as if the he was drowning in the magnificent darkness and the mesmerizing amethyst, the two darkened colors mixing together to give an oppressive glower.
-~-Si sith eht maerd morf thgie sraey oga?-~-
Suddenly, a hot breath on his skin caused him to shiver in fear and anticipation, and the stream of caressing warmth passed by his cheek on to his ear, gently nibbling on his earlobe when the hungry lips and teeth were within range. There came a pressuring force on the back of his neck that could not be denied, and its partner, an adamant and possessive arm wound tightly around his slender waist, supported his entire frame as he was propped up into a sitting position. The mouth stopped its subtle feasting on his shell-like ear and moved on, and suddenly, scorching lips covered his own petal-soft ones, a probing tongue seeking urgent entrance into his mouth which he gave reluctantly due to inexperience in the field of kissing. Soft moans escaped both throats as they tasted the exotic and exquisite flavors of each other's mouths, and their senses were overwhelmed and deliciously numbed as they breathed in the intoxicating scents of each other. His skin buzzed with electric pulses, and dizziness and light- headedness left him in a blissful daze where his body melted against the older form, bonelessly relaxed. A few moments later the wonderful embrace of lips upon lips broke, followed by heavy panting as both participating figures sought to fill their lungs with the lacking oxygen that had been before denied.
He bit back a loud moan as those lips kissed their way downwards from cheek to chin to neck, occasionally nibbling or suckling or licking the skin, trailing down a route of affectionate heat. An acrid pain shot from his neck as two canine-like fangs pierced into the soft flesh, forcing him to expose and arch his neck further involuntarily, and a muted cry of pain, followed by short sibilance, was elicited from his parted lips. A bone- deep ache resonated throughout his body like thousands of needles stabbing him mercilessly, and his extra-sensitive skin flamed as liquid fire coursed throughout his veins. But gradually the unbearable pain was replaced by further pleasure and bliss as the life and energy drained out of him. The very essence of his identity and being seeped out of his neck through the blood that rushed eagerly into the awaiting mouth, and for those precious moments, he felt protected and content, trapped in a heavenly world where nothing else mattered.
From his mess of relaxation and vertigo, he heard a moan of satisfaction and bliss as the other gorged himself once again on the sweet blood which he had been deprived access to for the past years. The other sucked hard and long, drinking the liquid like a starved beast, but, concerned for his delicate doll's health, pulled away reluctantly, licking the wound for any further traces of the thick, steaming, crimson substance.
The tremendous amount of blood loss nauseated him soon after the teeth were retracted from his neck, and his body suffered alternating bouts of extreme heat and coldness, drifting agonizingly between the conscious and unconscious worlds. He whimpered slightly as the pair of strong arms moved to lay him down onto the sheets of silky warmth, and he barely had the strength to gasp slightly as hands softly rubbed against his bare, naked skin, soothing away any tension and warming up parts of his stiff and frozen body. The other conciliatory warmth radiated towards his body, and color very slowly returned to his pale countenance, the pallor far more prodigious than normal.
"Rebmemer my esimorp ot uoy elttil eno? I dias I dluow eb kcab rof uoy. Tiaw tsuj a tib regnol...erofeb uoy era yletelpmoc enim," whispered a voice by his ear in a strange, foreign, ancient tongue that made sense to him despite the language barrier.
A hand abruptly moved to cover his eyes, blinding him of vision and presenting further darkness before his sight, and suddenly, as if a spell had come over him, his weary mind drifted into realm of sleep where the myriad of swirling lights enclosed around him protected him and kept at bay the haunting dreams.
-~-Smaerd era ylno ytilaer fi uoy enigami meht ot eb laer?-~-]
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Some notes and random comments:
1-----I do NOT know what the heck they would eat ^_^;;;
2-----You could probably guess where the name "Nesurou" came from XD Look at the nice little equation: Nekoi + Arisugawa + Shirou. I should have tried out combinations.but it passed alright.
3-----~_~;;; I know the REAL Yuzuriha probably wouldn't have cared, but I'm putting this in because I know she's overprotective of her Inuki in the storyline of X. Otherwise she wouldn't have waited such a darn long time to date someone just because she wanted them to see her spirit dog. ^_^
4-----Don't read too much into this if you're a FxK fan ^_^ Trust me, it will explain itself soon. XDXDXD After all, Fuuma had his reasons to do what he did *snicker snicker* *cough cough as she thinks of BAD things* *and then snicker and snicker again*
5-----Need I explain the details? I mean, Sorata gets married off, and Yuzuriha gets married off, they have to leave for their HONEYMOON, and plus even if Fuuma doesn't come to "pick up" (Author: *cough cough* *thinks of MORE NAUGHTY things* *giggles madly* *cough cough*) Kamui during that time, I seriously doubt that Kamui would be able to live with one of them. Considering the fact that he might be able to live NEAR them, I would believe that the newly wed couples would want their own privacy (Author: *giggles madly and insanely and scares away her muses* WAIT!!! DON'T GO!!!).
6-----Ehehehehehe ^_^ Will, I'm certainly leaving myself two ways to go from this ^_^ Most of you can probably already guess the direction I'm taking for each pairing, right? XDXD And trust me, there is very BIG reason why Subaru (")hates(") vampires. :p Not telling.
Author: Wow that was long...*looks at clock* Oy...I'm deprived of sleep...
Setsuna: Get back to work. You can't afford to laze around. You're gonna fail your classes!
Author: *sobs* I'm so stupid!!!
Yuichi: There, there, Author.Setsuna's just a big mean jerk.
Ken'ichi: And right now, we will ignore the background noises and put in one last comment-REVIEW!!!!
Makoto: *bows politely* Thank you for reviewing. Suggestions are also welcome!
Ai: *smiles brightly* Arigato Gozaimasu!
Setsuna: Flames are nice. We need some form of heat in this cold room.
Author: *laughs* You know why it's cold! It's like 1:30 in the morning! Of course it's cold! Oh and by the way! You guys need to vote whether you want a lemon in here SOMEWHERE. Tell me the pairing and your suggestion! Thanx ^_^~
