DISCLAIMER: I NOR EASTSEA FISHY OWN SUPER JUNIOR
Chocolate eyes disappeared and slowly reappeared from behind single eyelids.
"Are you seriously trying to kill me? Because if so, you suck real bad." Hyukjae whispered, fully aware that he was at his attacker's mercy.
"Actually," Donghae growled as he rested his teeth on Hyukjae's warm skin, "you have no idea how well I can suck." There was a pause, and then both teens chuckled softly upon realizing how immature the statement was. Donghae felt his face flush just a bit. This human had to die; they shouldn't even be having this kind of moment.
"Well…" Hyukjae paused, wondering why he was even going to ask such a question. "If you're not going to kill me anytime soon, can I offer you something to drink?" He moved his hand over the nape of his neck. Slowly, he felt the dark stranger release him and he turned around to face the intruder.
This was the first time Hyukjae had gotten a good look at his mysterious attacker. The blond teen stood frozen, eyes staring awestruck at the figure before him. His attacker was gorgeous. Chocolate brown hair framed his beautifully chiseled face, and calm but playful eyes peeked out from under his windblown bangs.
Hyukjae watched as Donghae's considered the proposition, tongue quickly swishing over his lips as the lust return to his eyes. Only this time, the lustful eyes were mocha-colored, not the blood-red orbs he had seen before.
"I'm fine." Donghae said. Hyukjae's heart dropped a bit. "Tell me something Hyukjae. Why are you not afraid when you think I'm trying to kill you? You seem so willing to fall into my grasp, but are you really that willing to die?" Donghae asked, truly curious about his newest prey. The blond teen went quiet, and Donghae heard his pounding heart slow considerably.
"You should go – I have classes tomorrow." And with that Donghae was outside Lee Hyukjae's apartment.
"Damn, how did he do that?" Donghae questioned to himself before knocking on the door. Why knock? Well he may be a vampire, but he was going to be polite. Besides, it was Hyukjae's last night among the living. The human might as well die without the annoyance of having had to deal with an impolite Death Walker.
"Go away Mr. I-want-to-kill-you." Hyukjae called from the other side. Donghae blinked before smiling.
"Who is that? I'm the repairman. I heard you have a broken heart." There was a brief moment of silence.
"You're not a very smart killer are you?" Hyukjae muttered before opening the door. Donghae smiled in triumph.
"Yeah, well you opened the door." He smiled. "And I never said I was a killer."
"Then what are you?" Hyukjae asked. After seeing the stranger's face once more, he sighed, trying to hide a shy smile.
Donghae noticed traces of the smile his target had been trying so hard to hide. Hyukjae really had no sense of caution. And honestly, the kid was right. He was playing with death, even if he didn't really know it.
In the end, Hyukjae found himself brewing his unusual guest a cup of coffee, and Donghae lounged in the corner of the room, watching his target go about his business. Hyukjae initially found himself quite self-conscious as the mocha-colored eyes followed his every movement around the room, but he soon realized that he was quickly coming to terms with the beautiful young man's quiet observations. In the end, he fell asleep at the coffee table while studying one of his textbooks, leaving the dark-cloaked stranger alone to his thoughts. Slowly, Donghae rose from his seat on the floor, leaving the coffee cup in the corner. He cautiously approached the sleeping boy, watching as his body shifted with his slow, rhythmic breathing.
"I really should kill you." Donghae whispered as he tentatively pushed back Hyukjae's bangs, letting the sweet scent wash over him – a scent that would be with him forever.
"You won't." Hyukjae murmured, barely waking from the touch.
"Why do you say that?" Donghae asked, his quiet voice hiding the smirk on his face.
"I wouldn't be alive by now if you really wanted me dead." the boy mused, drowsily taking hold of Donghae's cloth covered arms. Donghae stared at his target's semi-sleeping face.
"Donghae. Lee Donghae." the Death Walker whispered, bringing his face closer to the human's. "You'd better remember it."
"East sea. I like the name. But since you told me, I guess that means I get to live longer than you thought." Hyukjae chuckled quietly before falling back into his deep sleep, just as Donghae's lips touched his forehead.
"You're a strange one, Hyukkie, but if Heechul is right, as I'm starting to think he might be, I plan to let you live for a very longtime." Donghae whispered, smiling as the human slept, hugging him like a giant stuffed animal.
Yesung watched, confused by his feelings, as Ryeowook fidgeted in one of the Death Walker's oversized shirts before him. For once the Death Walker was glad he had his own flat in the human world.
"I feel even smaller." Ryeowook whined, blushing, as he sat on the chair across from the mysterious man.
"You're such a cute little turtle." Yesung laughed.
This man, thought Ryeowook, has a seriously strange obsession with the reptile. Or were they amphibians? No, they were definitely reptiles. Lost in his thoughts, Ryeowook's eyes slowly wandered around the flat.
"I'm sorry I don't have much, but you seemed too distraught to be left alone." Yesung said breaking the silence that had sneakily blanketed them.
"Um, no problem. I should be the one apologizing since I'm imposing on you." Ryeowook said as he got up and bowed. Yesung laughed as he rose from his seat and glided over to the shorter male.
"Like a turtle, you hide in your shell when you're scared, a common safety the both of us share with the reptile." Yesung explained before guiding the red haired man to his room. When they entered, Ryeowook saw a large glass tank and quickly ran up to it. Yesung followed him silently, watching as the petite boy stared at the serene creature with wide eyes.
"It's so calming…" Ryeowook murmured, suddenly amazed at how he had never noticed such a quality before. Perhaps it was because he had never seen a real turtle until he had met Yesung. As the little critter moved, unperturbed, around the tank, Ryeowook started to understand the stranger's obsession.
"You can sleep here tonight." Yesung said as he walked towards the door, smiling at how relaxed the young man now seemed.
"Huh, no! Where will you sleep?" Ryeowook asked, suddenly red faced and scared to both be alone and yet together with this new stranger who made his heart flutter. Yesung heard the student's heart pounding away and smiled at the reluctance his new turtle, his new obsession, had at letting him leave.
"Shall I sing you a lullaby then?" Yesung asked, earning him a new blush from Ryeowook.
Kibum sighed again as he looked over the case files. The two girls he had sent to the morgue arrived, as they should have, only to disappear hours later.
"Think those strange E.M.S guys did it?" Leeteuk asked ashe popped part of a donut into his mouth.
"How could they? The morgue was locked after the coroner finished his job and left for the night, and there was no sign of a struggle or break in." Kibum replied pinching the bridge of his nose. "Those two E.M.S. guys should not have had the keys to the building; they're basically like hired hands."
"Still, we should bring them in for interrogation. Apart from the coroner, they did see the girls last." Leeteuk smirked before finishing off his donut and leaning to place the empty box in the trash.
"Careful Teukie-" Kibum started to say, but before he could finish, the brown-haired cop had fallen off his rolling chair.
"Do we need to invest in a seat belt, hyung?" he asked as Leeteuk climbed back into his chair acting as if nothing had happened.
"I'm cool." Leeteuk replied.
"Cool to who?" Kibum laughed before returning to his work.
"I'm calling them in," Leeteuk said after a few minutes.
"Fine, just don't fall over them, Mr. Clumsy." Kibum stated.
It was like watching a black and white film with no sound.
Death leant over the two of them. He could feel his lover shaking, and in his tight embrace, his human lover looked up in panic, fear invading and capturing his eyes. He could feel two of the other Death Walker slifting up his robe, as his lover's grip tightened around his arms. Death held out his bony hand, and a white-hot iron rod was placed in his grasp. Suddenly, he was shoved to the side, and all sounds returned as his lover's screams filled the air, ripping through his body and tearing him apart.
The devil's mark. It was a sign of exile, given to those as a punishment for breaking Death's set laws. It meant a long life full of pain suffering and then an even longer, painful death. Heechul glanced beside him at his lover who was lying on his stomach, noting the expressions of suffering that crossed the man's face from time to time. Carefully he pulled back the covers and lifted the Chinese man's shirt to reveal the horrible red brand on his lower back. It portrayed the clock of death, with two scythes crisscrossing over it.
"Stop staring. That won't make it go away." Hankyung said quietly, looking over at the pained look on his lover's face.
"It's my fault." Heechul whimpered, running his cold fingers over the scar, causing a small moan of both pain and pleasure to escape Hankyung's lips. Hankyung lightly grasped Heechul's arms, twisting around to lie on his back, hiding the scar from view.
"I wanted to take the pain from you, and I did, or at least tried to. Kim Heechul, I love you. I mean it." Hankyung raised himself off the bed slightly and gave Heechul a small kiss. "Now go to sleep." The human smiled, pulling the Death Walker back down beside him. Heechul nodded before wrapping his arms around the tall but thin human and closing his eyes. The anger of having let his soul mate go through all the pain still coursed through his body.
"So, what do you plan to do?" Shindong asked, eyeing his leader with cautious interest. A moment of silence covered them before Death hissed his reply.
"You're telling me that my oldest children, the oldest generation of Death Walkers, has gone astray? These children, the ones who ought to know the law best, have gone and coupled with humans?"
Shindong shrugged, earning him a glare from the being before him.
"And what about you, Shindong?" Death asked suspiciously.
"Sir, you ought to know best. I am your messenger, your right hand man."
"Well," growled Death, "I hope it stays that way. Callback the guardians. I want this matter settled now."
The world was black around him, and his body felt heavy and immobile. The faint sounds of dishes being moved around tinkered in his ears. Desperate to see what was going on, he cranked open one eye. He could see, through that blurry eye, the silhouette of an averaged sized person walking around in an apron.
Then suddenly, it all came rushing back. The target, the gun, the wound. The interference of a human he did not recognize. And the smell of cotton candy. Kyuhyun groaned as he sat up, snatching the attention of the man at the stove, who grabbed a wet towel and hurriedly came rushing to his side.
"Are you okay?" the man asked, putting his hand on Kyuhyun's shoulder. "I was going to call for an ambulance, but then the bullet hole on your chest started pulsing, and then I noticed thread-like tendons stitching themselves together…"
It took a while for him to process what the human was telling him, but when he finally understood, he immediately clasped his hands over the wound that had previously wracked his body with pain. The hole, as he should have expected, was gone. Hesitantly, he looked up at the human, aware that his cover had been blown. Humans were frail, and he was not.
"You're awfully calm about it." Kyuhyun remarked.
"Well… there's so much going on right now that you could probably call it shock. Are you hungry Kyuhyun-ssi?"
Kyuhyun felt the smell of a multitude of aromatic food swash over him, along with a hint of wine. Although his physical wound was healed, he was still exhausted, and honestly did not feel much like eating. The wine, however, did smell appealing.
"Maybe just a little wine… uh…"
"Sungmin. Lee Sungmin. And I'm surprised you knew there was wine."
Kyuhyun eyed the human closely, figuring that there was really no point in hiding any of his special abilities either.
"I have a very good sense of smell."
"You're not human, are you?"
"No." Kyuhyun smiled, baring his fangs. In a swoop, he was behind Sungmin, who froze in place, dropping the towel he was holding.
"Wh… what are you do-" Sungmin asked, but was cut off as Kyuhyun hugged him around his midriff, fangs resting lightly on the side of the human's neck. The sweet scent was intoxicating, and Kyuhyun started feeling his head spin. The blood would definitely help him heal, but could he bite this human and still restrain himself?
Sighing, the Death Walker lessened his grip on the human, and rested his head in the crook of the shorter man's neck.
"Sorry. I'm still a little off from getting shot."
"I-it's okay." Sungmin replied shakily, feeling his heart beat race. His legs were starting to feel like gelatin – a feeling he had only experienced once in his life: when asking out his high school sweetheart .But ever since she had dumped him for the son of the CEO of a company that competed with his family's company, Sungmin had not once even once come close to that feeling.
The two of them stood there, unmoving, until slowly, Kyuhyun dropped his arms and collapsed backwards onto one of Sungmin's many couches. Sungmin paused for a moment, and then cautiously sat beside the stranger. At that moment, Kyuhyun's body started fading in and out.
"Ahh…" He muttered. "Death must have found out."
"What's going on?" Sungmin asked in panic.
"I'm being called back."
"You're leaving?"
"It seems that I am in trouble."
"Will you be okay?"
Kyuhyun smiled at the human before him, suddenly recalling the tales he had heard of a Death Walker named Heechul. He looked up at the ceiling of the room, wondering if he would meet the same fate as the other.
"I'll be back."
The words echoed around the empty room as Sungmin stared at the imprint in the couch where a being in human form had been just moments before.
