The Night Life - Round 11
Aoshi grit his teeth in anger. Not only was he pissed that someone was trashing his home, even if he scarcely lived within it, he was more angered at the fact Misao's life had been placed in even more danger and dammit he had smelt her desire for him too! She had wanted him, but of course certain bastardly creatures that he never wished to see again had interfered.
"This is the last straw." Aoshi muttered or more importantly growled as he clutched Misao beneath him, not even caring when one of the bullets logged itself into his shoulder. Usually women would be screaming their heads off right about now, but Aoshi felt Misao's ki flicker in anger and wondered what it was for, but before he could analyse her further all sound was lost as the rain of bullets finally stopped.
"Kamatari!" Aoshi yelled and within a blink of the eye an extremely feminine looking guy appeared in the bullet ridden apartment.
"Yes?"
"Eh, shit that was fast, how'd that happen?" Misao spoke as she was picked up by Aoshi and stared widely between the two of them.
"You watch and guard her with your life." Aoshi murmured threateningly as his coat flapped wildly about his masculine physique as he jumped out the window, breaking the rest of the glass as he did and disappeared into the night. Misao ran to the window looking about the dully lit street and blinked wide eyes up at the sky.
"I think I'm ill..." Misao muttered to herself as she thought she was becoming delusional since witnessing someone flying through the sky with black wings.
"What Aoshi-sama sees in you, I haven't a clue?" Misao tensed at the feminine voice and turned her frowning face to look at the "man" who swore to protect her with his life. Eyeing him quietly Misao thought she looked tougher then this person and felt his creepy eyes looking her up and down.
"You are after all...very scrawny looking." Flushing angrily at his words Misao's hands fisted as she desperately tried not to run over there and pound the girly-boy into the glass covered wooden floorboards.
"That's enough playing with her Kamatari. Just keep watch."
"Eh? Was that Aoshi just then?"
"I heard nothing." Kamatari voiced blankly to Misao before he sat on a cabinet which hadn't miraculously been riddled with bullets and waited for the master to return.
"Oh man, now I'm hearing him inside my head." Misao whined as she paced back and forth trying to get her thoughts together. This was weird, so damn weird and she blamed it entirely on her friends who'd ditched her at the bar and left her in the 'oh so wonderful arms' of one sexy guy. Misao faulted in her pacing and shook her head. No, she had to stop thinking like that for he was telling her nothing concrete.
He spoke in riddles, riddles she couldn't understand. Somewhere, deep inside there was a connection between her and him, but not only that there was also a matter of what Hannya, Behsimi, Hyotokko and Shijiko had to do with this too. Why couldn't this man...this...vampire...perhaps? be truthful with her? His eyes glinted warmly and quite possessively at her and yet there was a coldness about him as he wished to block her from something within him. She felt she'd been close to some information concerning her late brother and yet that freaking creepy Yukishiro guy interrupted them once more and started talking nonsense with Aoshi only that he seemed to understand it! Why did it seem to Misao they were fighting over her, trying to get her to side with one or the other and yet Misao was clueless as to whom to believe. Just what the hell was so special about her anyway?
# Elsewhere... #
Quietly stepping onto level ground, Aoshi searched the place for his and Misao's enemies. His eyes glinted threateningly as he headed around a certain eerie building and without any notice his clawed fingers went straight through the back and exited the front of a man holding a machine gun.
"I told you years ago not to play with me." Came the dark reply of Aoshi as he raced towards another two unsuspecting enemies who thought they'd be safe here. Little did the fools know they too were just Enishi's pawns to steer him away and leave Misao unguarded. Did the turquoise eyed vampire really think he'd be that stupid? Sure Kamatari was queer, but he was a strong fighter and could handle his own for a certain amount of time. It's not like he couldn't be contacted if Misao came into any danger.
Just the mere thought of that white haired bastard placing his slimy hands on his Misao made Aoshi's blood boil with uncontrolled power as he sliced the enemy apart, not even a scream of warning coming from their lips, as he swiftly moved through them like the invisible wind slicing limb from limb, blood surging about the place and littering the ground. He stopped moving, chest heaving even though he required no air to breathe and scanned the area for the psycho aura of one Yukishiro Enishi but found nothing.
"You just wait Enishi..." Aoshi muttered before heading back to the apartment.
# Back to the Apartment #
Kamatari got off the cabinet and stood once more, this time smirking over at Misao as she stopped to owlishly look over at him.
"What do you want?" He noticed the flicker of confusion and also the flickering of fear within her eyes as he quirked his lips once more.
"I'm not needed here, the master has returned." Kamatari's voice faded away as his body disappeared in front of Misao's eyes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Misao what is it?" Aoshi dropped back through the window to see the short young woman screaming her ass off even though he saw nothing wrong with her - no injuries in other words.
"He...she...he...whatever that thing was just disappeared! THAT'S NOT NORMAL!" Misao shrieked but could think no more when her head was jerked around and up to a pair of moist lips as Aoshi forcefully kissed her and wouldn't allow her to break away until he was satisfied at ravishing her warm wet mouth. The thought of loosing Misao drew more fear inside Aoshi then he liked to ever admit too.
"Now wait just a min-" Misao tried prying from this forceful and quite feral Aoshi but he was way too strong for her as her eyes widened looking over his bloody form before they widened to saucers and her cheeks flushed bright red as he pulled his clothing away to show Misao his rich tanned and muscular skin.
"You...naked...not...a..." Misao fumbled for words and groaned when Aoshi engulfed her in his arms as his lips didn't return to her mouth but in fact sunk into her neck once more. She jerked within his arms, her eyes growing hazy as she slumped against him feeling like she'd just been drugged. Aoshi knew he needed to speed up the process before anything else could go wrong and lapped at Misao's bite marks. Just when he was ready to strip Misao from the sexy attire she wore, a creak in the floorboards made his spine tingle slightly as someone familiar had entered.
"Hooooooooo, am I interrupting you Shinomori?" Lifting his head and turning half way around, dark grey eyes glared over at a smirking man dressed in black and holding a cigarette in one hand. Blood trickled from the side of Aoshi's mouth as he watched the golden eyed man walk further into the room and glance about the place.
"This one is worse then your other place." He tried to crack a joke as he watched the vampire lord lift Misao up and place her onto the couch which was now rid of any glass and wood. Turning around to face the immortal man before him, not even caring he stood in the buff before him, Aoshi crossed his arms and frowned.
"What are you doing here Saitou?"
"Is that any way to treat the one who's come to help you?" Not receiving a reply from the touchy vampire, Saitou picked up some trousers and threw them at Aoshi. "Actually I heard that your little weasel had been reborn again." Saitou remarked as his gold orbs flickered down at the slumbering Misao and then back over to Aoshi dressed in leather pants with the zip done up.
"I told you never to show you face to me Saitou."
"Don't be so dramatic Shinomori, it doesn't suit you. Besides wouldn't you like my help guarding the girl from Yukishiro?" Glaring at the bored looking once human cop, Aoshi frowned even more realising that probably a lot more vampires knew he had left their world and came on his own mission to get back what was rightfully his and also to resurrect his men.
"I don't need your help."
"Hooooooooooo that's funny, isn't that what you said years ago and with that stupidity in mind of you wanting to handle it by yourself like some would be hero, it ended up getting Misao murdered?"
"I was murdered?" Two pairs of eyes moved to the now sitting Misao as she looked over at the newest occupant in the house before turning glassy ocean orbs to a shocked Aoshi.
Xxxxxx Silver Miko's Turn xxxxxX
Authors Notes: Ack! People are right; it's hard doing vampire stories. Ah well, this is all I could think of to do...so go ahead and laugh at it. Anywho two people backed out so my turn came faster then I truly realised it would. Well I have to say Silver is better at writing Saitou then I am, she does some good sarcastic Saitou stuff, so hopefully she can do so here as well. Hmm, I wonder what Aoshi will do now? I think he should spill the beans already. She's been bitten by him now (twice right?) and all that is left is...hmm...the ritual? Could it be sexual? LOL!