Title: Illness Illusion
Warning: M/M relationship, a little cussing
Disclaimer: Nightwalker and its characters do not belong to me. Yuuichi however, does belong to me.
He was cold.
The thin-fabric pajamas he wore did nothing to shield him from the chill of the cold wind. The snow encrusted bench on which he sat atop was turning red as his blood mixed in with the numbing cold underneath. The thin white pajamas hid nothing, not the bleeding whip marks on his back, or the black and blue bruises that were scattered over his body.
Fourteen year old Yuuichi Suzuki hugged himself tightly as he rocked back and forth, trying desperately to warm himself. As much as he wanted to go home, he knew he couldn't. He didn't dare to. Yuuichi could still see the feral wild look in his mother's eyes as she had looked down at him from where he lay bleeding on the floor.
" Get the fuck out! No good fucking kid, he doesn't want you here! Can't you see that! Get out! And don't come back until the morning time!" she had told him.
That was before she had grabbed him by the hair and physically throwing him out into the snow. Throwing out a pair of raggedy tennish shoes and a thin jacket out after him. At least he was thankful for that, for she could have just allowed him to be out in the cold without any shoes or anything. For the last few hours he had been walking around, trying to ignore the pain in his back, or the fact that he was bleeding.
" It'll be alright. Come morning Mommy will be happy, and she'll forgive you" Yuuichi murmurred to himself.
His pale face was now even paler due to the wind, his lips turning a light shade of blue. Yuuichi pulled the jacket tighter around him, his whole body trembling from the cold. It was just so cold. He knew he should start walking again, instead of just sitting here, but his legs refused to move. His whole body felt numb, his legs felt frozen, he just couldn't move. If only he could find some place warm to go, to at least get warm for a few minutes then maybe....
Why are you in the cold?
The voice was like a whisper carried on the wind, though Yuuichi could hear it with startling clarity. Lifting his head up, Yuuichi tiredly looked around for the source of the voice. Upon hearing that voice, he felt warm, just a little tiny bit of warmth easing the chill up some. Though as he searched around, he saw no one. No one in there right mind would be in this freezing cold, Yuuichi thought to himself, blowing into his cupped hands.
His light-purple hair was begining to frost over from the cold, not that he noticed. He could hardly feel anything, his hands had gone completely numb. Somewhere, deep inside him, Yuuichi knew he would die if he stayed out here any longer. He knew he had to go and get warm, or he would die.
Come to me, I shall keep you warm
That voice, and the warmth that accompnied it, once again filled Yuuichi. The voice reminded him of vampire movie that he had watched once as a child; deep, masculine, and sounding sort of like European. Forcing himself to stand up, Yuuichi stood, his knees going weak. Somewhere, in the distance, he could hear someone calling for him. Some force pulling him, telling him where to go.
Yes, come to me....
Unable to feel the ground beneath him, Yuuichi took baby steps as he stumbled forward. Once or twice he actually fell to the ground, wanting to give up, it was just too painful. His whole body felt as if it was being stuck with pins and needles as the blood once again circulated through his veins. Though each time that same voice soothed and reassured him, telling him to continue.
You have to come to me... you have to come so that I may keep you warm.....
As the voice faded once again from his mind, Yuuichi was just rarely aware that he was standing in an alleyway. He also noticed that he was very far from the apartment complex where he and his mother stayed. Mother will get angry at me, Yuuichi thought as he leaned against the brick wall. His breath were coming out in short pants and gasp now, he clutched at his heart as that same old familiar ache slowly began to creep through him.
Yuuichi.... Yuuichi come to me.....
Yuuichi looked up, he would have gasped had he had the breath to do it.
Standing a little ways ahead of him was a man that Yuuichi had never seen before. The man had long wavy blond hair, that reached down past his back, something that Yuuichi had not seen amongst most men. Although the man was far from looking feminine, he was still very handsome, even to be considered beautiful. He wore a white shirt with a light pink vest on over it, the white shirt was tucked down into brown pants, and he wore a long brown trenchcoat over it.
There was something about this man that made Yuuichi frightened. The man's ears were pointy, like that of an elf. Also, the man's eyes were a pure red, Yuuichi's mother had always told him as a child that anyone with red eyes was a demon. Though, for as frightened as he felt inside, Yuuichi did not run away.
" There is no need to be afraid of me Yuuichi" the man said, extending a hand out towards him.
Fangs! The man had fangs! Yuuichi began to back away, only to trip over his still slightly-numb feet and fall to his knees. He could hear the man approaching. As each footstep brought the man closer, Yuuichi felt a warmth spread through his body, shielding him from the cold like no coat or jacket ever could.
" Yuuichi. Come to me Yuuichi. Come and I shall keep you warm" the man said, stretching out his arms.
He wanted this, Yuuichi thought to himself as he pushed himself to his feet. It hurt like hell, but he needed to feel that warmth. Each time the man spoke to him he felt warm, a fire burning inside him. He had to feel more, he was just so cold now. Rising shakily to his feet, Yuuichi covered the few inches that had been spacing the man and himself apart. With a strangled cry, Yuuichi fell forward against the man's chest, pressing his frail body against the man's more muscular one.
" I'm... so... cold..." Yuuichi whispered, pressing his face against the man's chest.
As strong arms embraced his slim frame, for the first time in his life, Yuuichi felt safe. It was funny but, in this stranger's arms, he could no longer feel the cold. I'm so warm, Yuuichi thought as he relaxed against the man.
" Who are you?" Yuuichi asked, rubbing his cheek against the man's chest.
" You need not know who I am just yet child" the man answered, tipping his face upwards.
As the man bent down, Yuuichi closed his eyes, a shiver running down his spine as the man's lips stopped just inches from his. Yuuichi had never been kissed before, nor had he ever kissed anyone, besides his mother of course. A blush spread across his cheeks at the thought that his first kiss would be from a foreigner that he had never seen before. A foreigner with pointy ears and fangs.
The man did not do as Yuuichi had expected, instead of kissing his lips, the foreigner pressed light kissess along his jaw, trailing down to his neck. When the man's lips fastened onto his neck, Yuuichi cried out as he felt a tiny stinging sensation, almost as if he had been pricked by a needle, at the spot where the man's lips were at. He no longer could feel the coldness of the wind or the snow, instead being filled with a great warmth. Spots flashed before his eyes as he tipped back his head and moaned at a sensation he very much couldn't describe. The sensation was very much like the same kind of sensation he got whenever he touched himself, which was something he hardly did.
I will keep you warm, but first, you must do this for me
Yuuichi moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around the man, who began to kneel down. With his lips still fastened to his neck, the man sat down on the ground, pulling Yuuichi into his lap. He knew he couldn't take too much blood, not right now, while the boy was still so weak. Though at least he would be able to drink enough to satisfy himself, so what if the boy would be a bit woozy afterwards. He could always spare the boy a little bit of his blood, not enough for him to become a vampire, though just enough to keep the boy from feeling sick or dying.
" Yes, anything... anything for you" Yuuichi said, pressing his body against the man's, too lost in his own sensations to actually realize what was happening.
The man smiled as the blood running down his throat soothed the ache of the scar that was now fading into nothingness. There was something special about this boy, something that made him not want to drink until the boy lay as a dried husk. Maybe it was the boy's beauty. Or the fact that this boy looked so much like the other one that he had lost. Maybe this boy could be a fresh start, a new chance to start over.
Would you like to come with me Yuuichi? I am still very much in need of you.
Yuuichi nodded, not caring that he would probably be beaten by his mother later on. All that mattered was that he was here with this man, this man who's entire body felt like a furnace underneath him. This man would keep him warm whenever his mother threw him out on the cold nights. With this man, he wouldn't have to ever be cold again.
" Yes... as I said... anything for you" Yuuichi said, as his vision faded to black.