Toshinori couldn't help but moan as he attempted to throw up the contents of his stomach. Even though it was just tea, he couldn't help but feel horrible. Inko had been so proud of the tea, she made it for him in the hopes of warming him up. Though, because of the weather, not to mention the fact that he hadn't fed again right away he was losing strength.

This, also didn't help matters much either.

He had discovered that when he had awoken all those years ago that he couldn't digest human food anymore. Any time he would eat any kind of human food, it would just sit there in his stomach making him feel worse and worse. Not wanting him to feed off of human blood until he had removed the contents of his stomach.

"Why did you drink that stupid tea?" asked Shouta, the man knew right away that something was off with Toshinori. The man was normally silent yes, but when he saw Toshinori walk back into their apartment groaning and had his arms around his stomach he made Toshinori go to the bathroom and remove the contents that resided within his stomach.

"Because she was… ugh…" Toshinori groaned as he threw up once again. His body trembling every time he threw up, or at least attempted too.

He had been there, kneeling in front of the toilet for the better course of an hour if not longer, dry heaving. He knew that if he didn't get rid of what was there, he wouldn't be able to get through an entire day with tea still in his stomach. It would only make him feel worse until he couldn't even move anymore.

"'ll be back, you just… stay there alright?" Toshinori just moaned as he nodded his head.

He knew that it was a stupid thing to do. To try to drink that tea but damn it, it made Inko happy to think that she was helping him. Why would he ruin such a thing for her? He knew the risks, the risks that after he finally removed it from his stomach that he would have to feed right afterwards to regain his lost strength. Yet, here he was, unable to remove it as easily as he thought he could.

Shuddering a little, Toshinori looked like he was about to fall over, his body was weak. Feeling as if he was about to black out, and that was something he feared. Fearing that if he blacked out he would… no, he had better control over himself right? Right? He had to have better control over himself by now after all, he was an old vampire. He didn't know if the older you were, the better the control over yourself since he was the only known vampire. He had yet to find the vampire that turned him… he was turned… he was sure that was the case. He had to have been a human at one point.

Frowning a little, forgetting about his own turmoil for a brief moment as the blonde thought, was he really a human? Was that why he didn't know how a human felt? How human emotions worked? Or was it something more to it than that? Shaking his head, Toshinori knew that at some point, he had to have been a human being, someone that people could… could… what?

Shaking his head, Toshinori gagged a little as he felt the tea starting to bubble more in his stomach. Eyes widening, Toshinori felt the tea starting to rise up his esophagus before he gagged, yet it had only gone back down. "Damn it!" He cursed, only to grab onto his head, everything was starting to spin. "Everything…" He tried to speak, yet his voice seemed to start to fail him.

Blinking slowly, Toshinori started to sway a little, everything within his line of sight started to darken at the edges. "Shouta… hurry…" Toshinori whispered, holding onto his head once again as he felt everything starting to settle. That didn't mean it was a good sign, at least he was sure that it wasn't a good sign.

His body trembled him a little more, his body going numb as he could no longer feel anything within his body. Soon, Toshinori fell over, laying on his side as he weakly looked at the doorway. He tried to push himself back up but his arm couldn't even support a single amount of weight. It was as if his body had lost all of its strength, was this what humans would call 'toxic shock' or something? He wasn't sure, though he hoped that he could have moved something at the very least.

Blinking slowly, Toshinori didn't know what was happening to him, this hadn't happened before. Then again, he's never had trouble emptying his stomach before either. Last time he had eaten something, it was at least a solid, not a liquid. Now that his stomach had something that wasn't blood in his stomach but just simple tea, he figured that it had something to do with his body thinking that it was blood, so it was rejecting the idea of removing it from his system.

Suddenly, he felt the tea shifting once again in his system. It was as if the tea was finally allowing itself to fall away from his stomach. And going through his esophagus once again before he finally coughed out the tea. Gagging all the while as he shuddered and shook.

Tightly shutting his eyes, he felt so much pain flowing through his body before he opened his bleary blue eyes once again. His stomach, empty, any remaining bits of blood and strength having left him. Toshinori knew that he had no more strength within his body, it was as if the tea itself had decided to eat its way at his energy instead of trying to help him, it only made himself worse.

Blinking slowly, Toshinori tried to move anything, his arms? Nothing. Legs? No go. Even his head, no it didn't even leave the ground. It even felt as if his long bangs weighed him down. Darkness started to consume his vision, Toshinori tried to fight it off, fearing what would happen should he give into it. Normally, he could never sleep, when he was forced to sleep something bad happened!

"Stay… awake…" He whispered before darkness consumed his vision.


Shouta grumbled as he looked around the apartment. He knew that Toshinori needed blood and fast, the moment that man would in a sense, vomit the tea out, he would also vomit the remaining blood that was in his stomach. He knew that the man was losing strength, and it was taking more blood to keep him healthy with how much he spends his nights protecting this 'Inko' woman from whatever harm he has in his head that she was in.

Sighing softly, the young man knew that Toshinori was just responding to something, most likely from his time as a human. Inko was a catalyst that much was for sure. Though, why?

Shaking his head, the young man ran a hand through his hair as he thought back to when he first started to do some digging around for information about Toshinori. He had tried to find any kind of living relatives of his, but found none. It was as if he was the only living… er… well, the only Yagi that was still out there.

Toshinori believed that he had to have some kind of history to him, that there had to be some kind of information about him yet he kept coming up empty handed.

It was as if any kind of information from the last five hundred years was all but wiped away. As if the very memory of Toshinori was far too painful for him to be remembered in the first place. There had to be some kind of story around him, a story about a missing warrior or something. From what he did know about Toshinori, it was that the man was a seasoned warrior, had reflexes that rivaled that of any true hero, a true warrior.

Yet still came up empty handed.

Only other thing that he had, was the sword that Toshinori had claimed that the sword was with him when he woke up and that he already knew how to use it. Strange.

"Explains how he could fight villains when… my parents…" Shouta cut himself off, honeslty he didn't even remember what they looked like anymore. At least, if it wasn't for the picture that was left over from his parents things. A wedding photo for sure, yet it did little for his own memory of his parents. The young man would never tell Toshinori this, but he was grateful for the blonde.

Toshinori saved him, didn't have to take him in and managed to look out for the boy. Even learned how to cook for Shouta so he wouldn't starve. Shouta learned to be a pro hero thanks to Toshinori's training and was an amazing underground hero. Though, he couldn't help but wonder if he was doing enough for Toshinori. Sure, he gave up his own blood to keep Toshinori fed, but Toshinori would starve himself just so he wouldn't kill Shouta by accident.

Sighing softly, Shouta knew that he'd have to make a phone call to Hizashi to see if he could give Toshinori some blood. It was the only way that Toshinori could survive like this, to be able to go out and about in the world and try to live a normal life.

'Or as normal of a life a five hundred year old vampire can have…' Shouta thought to himself with a tired sigh. Grabbing a packet of blood from the fridge, he started to make his way over to the bathroom and frowned as he no longer heard any dry heaving. Or normal heaving for that matter. "Did you finally get it out of your system?" asked Shouta, hoping to get some kind of responds from the man.

"Toshi?" He tried again, and like last time no answer. Odd, he hadn't blacked out before had he? Hm, not that he could recall.

Opening the door, the young man frowned as he stared at Toshinori who was unconscious on the floor. A puddle was around his head as if he had just managed to cough up the tea. Though it seemed that he had even coughed up the blood that had remained in his stomach. "Figures." He mumbled as he took in a step, only to stop as he heard Toshinori groan softly. "About time, wake up Toshi, time to eat."

Suddenly, Shouta had a bad feeling churning in the pit of his stomach. Almost as if something bad was happening, not just that, but he noticed that he felt a chill running up his spine. His mind was telling him that a dangerous creature was in the room with him, something that didn't happen very often thanks to his time as a pro hero. But when this feeling came, he knew that he should either fight, or flight.

Toshinori started to push himself up, and Shouta knew that he was screwed. The way he moved, it wasn't the usual clumsy man that would fumble after he had thrown up what little contents were in his stomach. Normally when he would throw up, he would groan, whine, and complain. This time, Toshinori was far too quiet for him to be well, him.

"Toshi?" called Shouta, hoping that he would be able to get the man to speak, to say something at the very least. Yet, he got no answer once again, and it was starting to make him panic. Had he lost himself? No, Toshinori had amazing control over himself, he knew better than anyone in the world that he could control himself. Right?

A snarl ripped its way out of the man's throat, causing Shouta to shiver slightly out of fear. Fear was one thing that he hasn't felt much over the years but when he did, he knew that it was for a good reason. Toshinori lifted his head and instead of the usual bright blue eyes, his eyes were a deep crimson and seemed to just glow with his hunger. He was starving, and knew that he was within range of something that had blood rushing in their veins.

"Shit!" He cursed as he tried to escape the starved vampire.

Toshinori jumped and rushed for Shouta, grabbing onto the man and pinned him down to the ground. He snarled and snapped his jaws at the raven haired man as he tried to bite down on his neck. Shouta struggled of course, there was no way that he would make this easy for Toshinori. "For fuck sakes Toshi snap out of it!" Shouted Shouta as he managed to shove the blood bag in Toshinori's path.

The man blinked his crimson eyes and sucked on the blood. Only to spit out the bag and snarled a little. No, it wasn't enough, he wanted fresh blood, not blood that's been sitting in there for a week. Toshinori's eyes seemed to glow brighter, Shouta gulped as he stared at the man whom, for years he looked up to as a father and now was about to be bitten by him. By the gods he didn't want this! Sure he didn't mind biting but he preferred it to be Hizashi doing the biting! "Toshi, snap out of it, you're just hungry. Alright? You do not want to bite me, I know you don't." Shouta tried to coax the blonde to regain himself, to regain his sanity.

His responds? A vicious snarl. This was far from how Toshinori would normally be, he only ever gave himself into this form when he needed to fight without the fear of holding himself back, though at least he knew friend from foe. Now, he just knew that he was hungry and Shouta was the main course.

Fangs grew out from Toshinori's gums, causing Shouta to grow pale at the sight. He had seen the blonde's fangs many times in the past, but never had the blonde used them on him.

"Don't worry my boy! I don't ever plan on biting you because… I don't want you to look at me like I'm… like I'm some kind of monster." He could remember Toshinori's words from when Shouta learned what he was. The same words that Toshinori had said many times, he didn't want to bite Shouta, so the boy, now a young man, wouldn't think of his father figure as a monster.

"Toshi, please stop this. I know this isn't you, you do not want to do this. Come on! Snap out of it!" He tried again, hoping that his words would reach him. Yet, again it seemed to have failed.

Toshinori then took that moment to strike, and sank his fangs against Shouta's neck. The man cried out in pain and struggled to fight it, yet it seemed that his body started to disobey him. The saliva on Toshinori's fangs started to take effect, he had mentioned that the saliva could numb the pain from his fangs, until the one being bitten would only feel great and amazing pleasure like they've never felt before.

Honestly, Shouta knew that he should be enjoying this.

But he wasn't, far from it.

Toshinori drank, letting out moans as he felt the fresh taste of new blood, freshly new blood from a human being. It seemed that Toshinori's body yearned and craved this, instead of only drinking from blood bags. Blood bags just didn't cut it for him anymore, and it only made the man wish to have more as he drank more.

Shouta was starting to feel… tired…

"Toshi… nori…" Whispered Shouta.

It was in that moment, that Toshinori froze. The raven haired man wondered what had happened, what had caused the man to stop in his desire for blood. Toshinori pulled back, licking up the bite marks to stop the bleeding before he pulled back. There were thin lines at the corners of his mouth, Shouta's blood most likely. "My… My boy? I… I'm so sorry!" Toshinori cried out.

Shouta just gave him a small smile before he blacked out from the blood loss.


Toshinori paced back and forth as he made sure that Shouta was comfortable. He was thankful that the man had some equipment around the apartment for a transfusion. "Shouta came up with everything, that's for sure." He whispered. Only to cover his face in the hopes to hide his shame. He drank from his foster son's body. He drank the man's blood and had never felt more powerful before.

But it still made him sick to his stomach.

Lowering his hands, the blonde turned his blue gaze back to Shouta and watched as the man breathed, a sign that he was alive. He was thankful that he wouldn't turn into a vampire, he knew that if he had wanted to turn someone that he would have by now. At least, he was sure that was the case. He didn't really know how someone was turned, but a part of him did.

Shouta though, he has voiced many times that he didn't want to be a vampire and Toshinori was happy with that choice. Mostly.

Sighing softly, the blonde sat down on the edge of Shouta's bed, elbows resting on his knees and his hands folding together as his chin rested atop of them. What would have happened if he hadn't snapped out of it when he did? Would Shouta have died if he hadn't? Worse yet, would he have turned the poor boy into a vampire without even knowing it until it was too late?

Letting out a soft sigh, he turned his gaze back to the man, and reached out gently ruffling his hair. He loved Shouta like any father would their child, he was sure that was what he felt for him. He knew that much, but he also knew that Shouta wouldn't blame him either. Toshinori had given him many chances to leave, to make a break for it when he was old enough to be on his own.

But he refused.

Letting out a soft sigh, Toshinori looked away and looked down at the floor. He knew that he'd be able to hear the man's heart from the other room should it stop, but he couldn't help but fear for him. Shouta lost a lot of blood due to Toshinori's hunger, and it was something that he never could handle for the most part. Made him wonder, though, what would he have done if it was Inko he drank from…

Shaking his head quickly, hoping to remove such thoughts from his head, the young man took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself. No, he wouldn't allow himself to have such thoughts. To even dare to think about drinking sweet Inko's blood made him sick. Even though he had without thinking, licked his lips at the thought. "I'm a monster."

"No… you're not…" whispered a weak voice, causing Toshinori to turn and stare at Shouta.

"My boy!" He said in shock.

"You're not a monster Toshi. Come on, only a monster would kill me, and not show remorse over his actions. You do, you are just as much of a human as any of us." Shouta smiled a little, it was rare for him to smile and Toshinori always felt happy to see his foster son have such an emotion. "Even though you are nothing but an old man."

Toshinori laughed at that, okay he had to give Shouta that one. Though, he still couldn't help but feel bad, terrible even. Letting out a soft sigh, Toshinori calmly said "I cannot help what I feel, even though they are merely phantoms of emotions, far from the true thing. I just cannot comprehend the true emotions myself, though I guess from drinking your blood for so long, some of the negative emotions had imprinted on me."

"Then you'll need someone with positive emotions." Toshinori blinked as he looked over at Shouta with a frown.

"What do you mean?" asked Toshinori.

"Do I really need to spell it out Toshi? I'm a negative person, only time I'm positive is when I'm with Hizashi. But he hates the sight of blood-"

"And insects."

"Yes, and insects, anyway, but I can only give you negative emotions. You need to find another source and even though you promised not to drink from another human being, you need to find another source once in a while." Toshinori frowned more, he couldn't do that. He couldn't allow himself to drink from another person. There was no telling what would happen after all. Even if he didn't kill them, they may end up telling the police of who he was, of what he was and that would be the end of it.

"Toshi, if you are worried about remembering, then you don't have anything to worry about." Whispered Shouta. Toshinori could only blink his eyes in confusion as he stared at the raven haired man. "I only remember because I know you, really know you. It'd be sad if I didn't, and Hizashi, remember when you bit him the one time due to blood lust?" Toshinori wished that he could forget if he was honest. "He didn't remember the bite at all until I told him."

Wait, Hizashi didn't remember the bite at all? If that was the case, then why hadn't he known before? Shaking his head, the blonde vampire turned away from his friend, his foster son really, before saying "I still can't do that. Biting you was a mistake, and I almost killed you. If I had, I'd never forgive myself. Drinking from another person, is something that I'd never ever think of doing and I don't plan too any time soon." Toshinori promised before he pushed himself up. "Anyway, now that you're awake, I'm gonna go get you some snacks, you'll need it for your blood to increase again." With that, Toshinori made his way over to the kitchen, though he knew that he still had to meet with Inko that night.

Oh wait… no, she said her boyfriend was going to pick her up tonight instead. So, that gave him some time to keep an eye on Shouta while he recovered. He just hoped that he could help him and get Shouta back to one hundred percent.

Easier said than done though he was afraid.

Sighing softly, he rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to think on what he should, or could do. Maybe tomorrow he'll do some research, he had some time so maybe if he was lucky he'd find something that would give him some kind of idea of who he was before… this happened to him. One of the greatest mysteries of his life, afterlife? Eternal life? Whatever you'd call it, he wanted an answer to his one and only real question as of right now.

Just who the hell is Yagi Toshinori, and why was he turned in the first place?

Then of course, who was the vampire who turned him… unless he had never been a human in the first place. If that was the case, why was he turned? Was he damned in some way, had someone cursed him or was it something else? Ugh, so many questions yet no answers for him to just appear out of thin air sadly.

Though, Toshinori hoped and prayed that he would find that answer, and soon. Because it was driving him nuts with not knowing who he was, with who he had been before this had happened to him and now he feared that he may be close to losing control over himself. For crying out loud he had attacked Shouta. What if that had been Inko? Now he had to make sure he was well fed before he went out with Inko on their walks from her work place or her schooling.

"She wouldn't care for a monster in her life but… I'm nothing but a selfish man." He whispered softly.