Dunkles Leben (Dark Life)
Chapter 6
Author: Goth Koneko
E-mail: goth_koneko@hotmail.com
Pairings: AyaxOmi, KenxOmi
Rating: pg-13 (will go up with chapters)
Warnings: vampirism, blood sharing, violence, swearing, and lemon (later)
Thank you everyone who reviewed! * glomps * I'm sorry it was late but writer's block had caught up to me . but here's chapter 5! Enjoy!
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Dunkles Leben
My life's a game
My life's a shame
I ain't living without ya…
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Blood gushed out from the wound, dripping and pooling around the cooling corpse of what was once a man. The darkness looked like it was bleeding itself. Almost aching with a pained intensity.
Aya stood at the end of the alleyway. His features were partly shadowed however, his alabaster skin stood out not matter how dark the night was. Someplace, somewhere in this modern era, there always seemed to be light radiating.
Yohji was kneeling beside the mangled body. His nose was scrunched as the scent of blood and other variety of smells flooded his nostrils. The body was unidentifiable, even to him. He could only make out that is was a man, probably once I his mid 30's, and possibly brown hair. But that was it.
Aya stepped close to the ghoulish scene.
"Looks like a renegade demon." Yohji said as he picked up a piece of the man's arm. Teeth marks and scratches marred the bloodied flesh. "Possibly something animal."
The red head crouched down beside the other vampire. "But nothing what a mirror demon would accomplish." It was a statement, not a question.
Yohji threw the arm back on the soiled body. "But what would we really know what this demon is capable of?" The blonde vampire asked.
Aya's brow furrowed in thought. What do we know really? He thought as he gazed at the crumpled body before him.
The blonde vampire stood and leaned against the wall pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one from the carton and placed it between his lips. "Its true potential and purpose is hidden." He lights up the end of the cigarette. "But how come I can't help but feel that we're mice running in his maze?"
Aya closed his eyes. He sighed and stood up. "Maybe because we are running in his dark labyrinth." He muttered.
Yohji exhaled the smoke. "Seems so." He flicked the stubby, cigarette away. It fell into a puddle and extinguishes with a soft sizzle.
"Are you hunting at Kamikaze*?" Aya asked.
"Maybe." he replied taking out another cigarette. "Probably going to check out Nya-Nya Koneko**." He turns to Aya. "You?"
Aya gazed at the moon above. The moonlight made his hair shine brighter red, almost as if it were real blood dying his hair. "I want to get home to Omi as soon as possible." he said.
Yohji chuckled. "The master is worried about his pet." He took a drag of his cigarette. "The bishounen is fine. He's with Ken after all." He reasoned.
Aya sighed. "But I can't stop feeling that something's wrong." He admitted looking at Yohji.
"It's just probably this fucked up mission. Everybody's antsy, even me." Another drag. "Relax, grab a quick a bite, walk around and go back to your lover then. Maybe then you'll feel a little better."
"Maybe." he muttered. "Maybe."
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Omi was standing in the doorway of the house. His eyes darted about, looking through the darkness of the room. He sensed something. Ken was no where to be seen, actually his scent was fading drastically. This worried Omi. Ken said he be waiting for me. He thought. A cold chill ran down his spine and the backs of his hairs were rise. Something's here.
In that brief moment, his eyes turned from ocean blue to a deep shade of red with gold speckles. His fangs grew and were nudged at his lower lip with sharpness. He shut the door behind him, casting the room into greater darkness. His eyes naturally and quickly adjusted to the sudden change.
He sauntered further into the living room. The coldness increased raising goosebumps on Omi's delicate skin. He lift his nose to the air, sniffing. He definitely smelled a foreign being and also someone familiar. Ken…
Bright lights flooded the room, startling the youth. Omi snarled, teeth baring, turning around and taking a defensive position.
"Omi?" Ken asked unsure. His hand was still resting on the light switch, his face drawn in from concern.
Omi didn't budge. His eyes were narrow and they held an intensive, wild look like that of an animal. His upper lip was drawn back into a snarl, exposing his sharp fangs.
Ken lifted his hands up. "Omi it's okay. It's me Ken." He said calmly. "I'm not here to hurt you."
The youth's eyes shimmered a moment ad his ocean blues were back to there tranquil self. His body unfurled from his stance. However, his teeth were still evident. But nonetheless, he was calmer.
Ken walked over to the boy in slow, unsure steps. "You okay now Omi?" he asked.
Omi nodded.
"What was all that about?" the brunette asked. He stood in front of the honey-coloured boy, his hands resting gently on his shoulders.
The unfamiliar scent flooded Omi's nostrils. He shrugged out from Ken's hands, his eyes again deep red. "You're not Ken!" He snarled. "Who are you?"
Ken stared at Omi in disbelief. "Omi, it's me, Ken." he said, slowing walking towards the youth.
"Stay the hell away from me!" Omi warned backing away from Ken.
The brunette's eyes narrowed, his face twisting in fury. With blinding speed he leapt forward and gripped Omi's throat, throwing him up against wall, his fingers digging painfully into the boy's tender flesh.
The air left his lungs, leaving him gasping. He grabbed Ken's wrists, squeezing them tightly, anything to release the crushing force. "Let...me...go!" Omi choked out. Omi's legs kick the fake Ken but the older brunette didn't budge or take notice of the pain blossoming on his wrists, he just kept on squeezing tighter.
A flash of red and Ken was on the ground cradling his injured arm. Omi had snapped one of Ken's wrists. The youth was back into his defensive position.
The fake Ken stood up, his hand limping at an awkward angle. His face was held no expression of pain, just an amused look. He laughed. "You broke my hand." He lifted his hand up and it flopped down. He laughed hysterically. Suddenly, like a drop of a dime, he raced forward. Omi having too late to see his attack had no time to back away and found himself on the floor, with Ken straddling his hips and gripping his hands with his good hand, above his head.
"And your going to pay for that." He whispered into Omi's ear.
The honey haired boy heard a sickening snap, almost like a twig. Ken's other hand came into view fully restored. Omi gasped as he felt that hand go under his shirt and caress the skin. "Please…stop!" he pleaded.
"Aw," Ken cooed. "Is the baby scared?" he taunted, trailing his hand further up. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
Omi struggled, trying anything to throw Ken's body off of him. But no avail. Ken kept his grip and pressure and continued the tortuous caresses. "Stop…" he cried. "…please…"
Before Ken proceeded further, a voice commends. "Nisemono***" a man said. "Stop." Ken or the nisemono stopped.
Omi looked past nisemono and saw a man standing above him, looking down at him. The stranger was quite handsome. He had long, black hair that spilled over his shoulders like a waterfall of ink. His clothes were black. But what really caught Omi's eyes where the other man's eyes. They were a light blue, almost white and slitted like cats eyes. The man smiled at the scared young vampire.
"Kagami…"
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*Wipes away sweat * oh boy did that take forever! Gomen for the lateness ^^; I had really a really bad case of writer's block -_-;;; However I managed to find a pick and break free! XD
Hm, I wonder what happened to the real Ken? And what's going to happen to poor Omi? And what the hell was a mangled up body doing in that alley? ß (There's no answer for that, I think ^^;)
R+R plz!!!!!!!!!
* Kazekami: means divine wind
** Nya-nya Koneko: means kitten's meow (I think)
*** Nisemono: means basically fake.