So so so sorry for the delay in this. But here's chapter 4 of Blood Lust.

Chapter 4

All five men, each in seperate areas around the house, silently thanked God for their will power in telling Satsuki to stay at the base. The sight in front of them was sickening, even to them. Aomine who was in the back right area of the house made a small sound of disgust, turning his head away from the sight of dripping walls and corpses with torn flesh. In the back of his mind he wondered if Tetsu did this... but his friend didn't have that kind of style.

Everyone else was wondering the exact same thing.

But the sight that greeted Akashi when he made his way through the blood covered threshold, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief to help block out the strong metallic smell, made even him shudder. A small tingle of fear shot its way up his spine for the first time but he forced it away. Fear would not be good for finding and dealing with Tetsuya. Still...

It was pure carnage. Vaguely he remembered calling for everyone to keep out of the house, knowing that a sight like this was too much- not knowing they didn't listen to his order. And if Tetsuya was somewhere in this mutilated field, his body ripped apart like all the others, he feared none would ever be the same again. His fears were needless though when he approached a slightly opened door, carefully pushing it open with a clean handkerchief so as to ensure he wouldn't have a finger print behind. The room was like something out of a bondage porno. Except with a bigger bed, which on further inspection proved to be occupied by someone.

Taking a step into the room, covered in drying blood, Akashi tried to figure out if the person on the bed was friend or foe... or Tetsuya. With all the blood though it was to tell. "Tetsuya?" Voice low he nearly sighed in relief when his friend turned around to face him, his blue eyes glazed in pure unadulterated lust. Without a seconds dely the younger rose up on his knees to fully face his Master, a low moan escaping his now rose red lips.

From the corner of his eye Akashi could see a mutilated body and wondered how he had missed it before. Hanamiya Makato was definitely dead.

Only one thing in this brutal scene made any sense... yet he had to know though. Speculation wasn't something he did. "What happened, Tetsuya?" Blinking slowly as if he was having a hard tie understanding Akashi's words, Tetsuya finally answered with a smile so sweet and innocent, Akashi felt his heart constrict, "I made everything a beautiful red!" Childlike pleasure shined in lust filled blue orbs, a hum of happiness resonating in the room before the blue haired young man spoke again.

"He hurt me. My mind didn't like it but slowly my body loved it. Am I strange?" A shake of the head was his response. "I didn't think so, since Akashi trained me that way. The pain felt good... but I didn't like it. So I made it stop and painted everything red!"

The revelation snapped to the forefront of Akashi's mind. He did this. He made Tetsuya like the pain, trained his body to react with pleasure, without letting his mind catch up. He caused Tetsuya to break. "Akashi," Tetsuya whispered out, crawling to the end of the bed, "won't you satisfy me? I did good didn't I?" Did he also cause the young man to regress to a child like state? Or was that the effect of a blood induced high?

"Let's go home, Tetsuya." It would be better to deal with the questions later. "Can you walk?" A giggle was his answer before the younger slid off the bed, only to collapse. "Tetsuya?" Worry gnawed at his gut as he made his way over to the youngers side, hearing the hiss of discomfort and seeing those aqua eyes clear, if only slightly.

"Akashi?" He asked, tilting his head back to look up at the man. "Why are you here?" Silence answered him. "Is he dead then?" If Akashi was here then obviously the man was. But again silence was his answer. Either way it idn't matter. Hanamiya Makoto was dead. All that would remain are memories and scars which, over time, would fade. So with great effort Tetsuya stood, his legs trembling from what he assumed was lack of use and blood loss. His efforts to stay awake though were in vain for not even a few seconds later his consciousness faded, making him fall forward into Akashi's waiting arms.

After three days of Tetsuya being in a comatose sleep, Akashi called a doctor in. He saw red when Tetsuya's back was shown to him, the sight of the deep gashes maring the younger mans crystal clear flesh making him seethe with renewed rage. But the doctor said those were healing just fine and physically he was in perfect health- aside from the obvious wounds. That meant it was Tetsuya's mind that was causing this deep sleep. "Until he wakes it would be best to keep him on an I.V.," Akashi related to the other members who were, some anyway, making themselves sick with worry.

"But what's wrong with him!" Satsuki exclaimed, tears gathering in her eyes. Those who had seen the interior of the house had refrained from telling Satsuki. "Hanamiya did a number on him, Satsuki," Aomine said, trying to help his childhood friend understand. "We don't let you see the things we do or the things we've seen but I'll tell you this is something that would give me nightmares." He knew the tears were inevitable but she needed to understand. So with a small sigh he led her out of the meeting room, giving their red haired leader a glance. Satsuki was like family to him and Tetsuya and the latter would regret being the reason for her tears if he knew.

"Is Kuro-chin ever going to wake up?" Murasakibara asked, his hands pulling out a third bag of chips to munch on. Despite his nonchalant tone, he too was worried about their friend. But no one could give him a definite answer.

"We don't know how long it will take," Akashi answered truthfully, his heterochromatic eyes bleeding with raw emotion none had ever seen before.

Two weeks passed and everything had gone back to normal during that time. Aside from the still comotose young man that is. Satsuki had informed them of the police investigation that was still going on. No leads to follow, no suspects, and a hell'u'va lot of blood. Even in a state of insanity Tetsuya knew how to cover his tracks. Akashi couldn't help but be impressed. But the younger of the two had yet to wake up, making a tension hang in the air around their home. It was as if everyone was functioning on auto pilot, their movements stiff and words curt. Frankly it was unnerving.

If this was how they acted when Tetsuya was merely in a prolonged sleep, imagine if he had actually died... Though Akashi reasoned they were acting like this because they knew that Tetsuya was alive and not, in fact, dead. They knew that eventually he would wake up and their dysfunctionally functional family would be complete again. It might take a week or it might take a day. Apparently that day was today, Akashi thought as he watched Tetsuya's pale eyelids flutter open, revealing the beautiful crystal blue eyes that had been hidden for so long.