Bloodlust

by OnexLostxSoul

In order to keep the vampire civlization at bay, Ozai hands over one thing he won't miss: His own son. However, a strange relationship develops when the enchanting Lord Setsuya entraps Zuko in his circle of twisted pleasure and seduction. Explicit Yaoi.

19. To Die

(A/N: You wanna know the best thing about sticking Zuko with original characters, particularly males? Staying out of Kataang/Zutara debates. Take that, society. OnexLostxSoul has spoken.

If you get a chance, check out Call to Kinship by InfernumEquinomin, another ZukoxOMC story. Excellent taste and development in original characters. You won't regret it.)

Maximum security prison. Iron cell, twenty-four inch layers of metal. Impenetrable. Six guards surrounding the room every minute of every day. Eight floors above sea level, no windows to speak of. And here is where Setsuya stood, for his knotted stomach would not allow him to sit. No one knew his name or status; only that he was a highly dangerous criminal with murderous intent. Ravindra had brought him before the Firelord handcuffed and gagged, a pathetic and humiliating state. Immediately they struck a deal: In place of the faulty attempt at exterminating the population, Ravindra would offer Setsuya's life. His people, lacking organization, would eventually fall apart and give reason for force to be used against them. Ravindra and his followers would remain untouched as long as they 'continued' to feed off of animal blood, and they could live in the underground cavern in their uninterrupted luxury. Both, no doubt, had intentions to betray the other. Ozai would eventually murder them off when his need for an inlet into vampiric life ended. Ravindra would slit Ozai's throat when he recuperated his strength. Either way, Setsuya was to be silently executed the following dawn according to custom.

Eleven hours. He had eleven hours until he was scheduled to die. Fear penetrated his soul, wrapping around his heart and squeezing him senseless. Resurrected demons clawed at his heart, ones he'd suppressed thinking they did not require his consideration. What would happen to his soul when he died? What would happen to his soul mate? He gave an experimental knock on the metal, and a hopeless clang reverberated in the cell. There was no way to escape. There was no way anyone could rescue him. He was going to die.

Setsuya? Setsuya, where are you?

The vampire closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind and focus on the unexpected presence of his soul mate. Zuko was standing with Ryuichi at the base of the prison, trying to assess the situation as they crouched in the shadows an abandoned international embassy. His heart ached at the very sight, knowing that he would have to turn his determined lover away.

Don't try to reach me. I've heard the guards talk. There's never been a prisoner under such security levels outside of the Boiling Rock.

I'm not going to let them kill you. I know the style these buildings were constructed in. We can use the air vents to get to you. What floor are you on? What's your cell number?

Zuko, you don't understand. Even if you could break me out… I'm here in place of my people. Firelord Ozai has settled for my life. If I escaped, he would wage war without restraint against us. Killing me is the last chance he has of trying to destroy the vampire population quietly and without chaos. If it fails, he will burn us all. In the event of my death, I have faith that Hayate will keep the vampires invisible and in order.

You… You're surrendering your life? Zuko was starting to sense his intentions, and Setsuya could feel the teenager's heart shattering. You're giving in?

Better me than all of us. Better me than you.

Don't you dare say that! Setsuya could feel the other's tears as he was submerged in their combined sorrow. I would rather die than live without you!

No, don't speak of such things. Setsuya's words were drenched with regret. He was slowly killing the one he loved, tearing out his heart and ripping it slowly into pieces.

I always thought that, if either of us had to deal with the death of the other, it would be you. I'm not as strong as you are, Setsuya. I can't live knowing I'll never again feel your arms around me.

Setsuya would have helped the teenager regain his composure and think logically; if only he was any calmer. He kept his words and tone soft in an attempt to ease their pain. Ten months ago, he would not have considered death an enemy. Perhaps he might have regarded it as a relief. But now that he knew Zuko…this was injustice. My love, you are stronger than you realize. I know that my choice may seem selfish; it will be harder on you than anyone else. But your heart will overcome the grief and you will survive. I am dying so that you and my people might live. Please, honor this sacrifice.

Zuko did not speak for a long time, struggling with his anguish and resentment. Setsuya did not blame him- he knew what it was like to lose a lover and friend. The younger was able to tame the tide of emotions long enough to choke out, I love you. It masked the torturous plea of, 'Please, don't leave me.'

I know, my dear. I love you too. Zuko… Ryuichi is there with you. Please, ask him to promise me that he will take care of you as I would. The vampire expected resistance to the request. Zuko carried it out without hesitation. The teenager truly understood their predicament, it seemed.

He promises.

I know that he loves you, despite his error. You can nudge him back on the right path. Will you relay my words to Hayate as my successor?

Of course.

I pray that they will honor my will, as it is my last. No one is to harm or criticize Ryuichi, first and foremost. There will be no attempts to try and stop my execution or break me out of prison. Ravindra and his four followers still pose a threat. Be wary. Any further endangerment to the population such as feeding off of humans or revealing one's self to a mortal are now punishable by life in prison. And Hayate's word will be taken to heart as mine was. Setsuya's hands were trembling as they gripped his frayed tunic with terror. These words were making reality all too real. He wasn't ready to die, not now. Now that he had Zuko…

I won't forget. Setsuya, is there no other way? Can't we negotiate for your life?

There is nothing we can offer the Firelord that would appeal more than my death. We mustn't attempt to bargain with the devil. We'll end up even worse off than we are now.

There could be no worse situation. Do you want me to stay with you until… until…

No, my love. Don't make this harder on yourself than it already is.

I can't leave you so easily. I can't… I can't say goodbye this way. I feel as though I don't have a choice- the moment you die, my heart will give out.

I understand that feeling more than any other, and trust me when I say that it will pass. You are the living reminder of how a man's love can be reborn as time passes and the heart heals. Yours will do the same. Please, live for me. Setsuya closed his eyes, calming his raging emotions. He focused on their bond, focused on the very being of his inconsolable lover and called out for him to do the same that they might communicate properly one last time. When he opened his mind's eye, there was only Zuko before him in the darkness. The teenager was stricken by sorrow, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to prevent himself from trembling. The vampire lord stepped forward, putting a hand to the boy's cheek. The sensation of his lover's flesh made him want to collapse. Zuko soaked in every moment, trying to make each second last for an eternity. He staggered forward, allowing himself to fall into the embrace of his welcoming lover.

"Never let me go," Zuko begged, resting his head against the man's chest. "Let's stay like this forever."

"There's nothing I want more..." Setsuya combed his hand through the other's hair, becoming increasingly desperate. Their embrace tightened and he whispered, "Stay strong. I'll look after you even beyond death, I promise."

"Is it selfish that I want more than that?"

Setsuya shook his head, his own tears falling and intermingling with those of his soul mate. "No. I don't think so." He tilted the other's chin upward, bestowing a gentle kiss upon his lips. They held each other close, neither willing to release their embrace. The longer they stood connected, the more their hearts ached. Setsuya's arms fit perfectly around that slender waist, too perfectly. Zuko melted into the curve of his body, filling the emptiness of his being. The Spirits could not possibly intend to break such a union. "I love you so dearly," he murmured, relishing the warmth he would soon be denied.

"I-I love you too." Zuko's voice wavered as he nestled his head into the other's neck. The young man's hands traveled Setsuya's body, as though trying to memorize his figure and imprint it into his mind. The vampire could sense the other trying to summon his courage into a slippery grasp. If he died, Zuko's heart would fair no better than his own after he'd been separated from Kuzon. Setsuya couldn't bear the thought of his significant other enduring such torture for so long. "I'm sorry," the teenager whispered, his hands clasping the other's robes. "You don't deserve this. You do your best to protect humanity and this is how they repay you?"

Setsuya shook his head, pressing a kiss against the other's forehead. "No, they honor me. I would much rather die in the line of duty than allow the years to bring me to madness. Don't pity me, my love. I've had more than my share of time on earth." He saw Zuko turn his head, trying to hide the pain that was bringing him to pieces. Setsuya knew then that it was time to bid his lover farewell. Even parted by space, their bond would unite them. What once brought them joy and comfort would now tear them apart hour by hour. "Zuko…"

"Don't ask me to leave you. I can't do that. I understand your decision, but I can't leave you here to face your death. Not on your own."

"Please, Zuko. You've left your body vulnerable in enemy territory. If you linger any longer…" It will only pain us more.

"I don't want to abandon you." Their embrace tightened. Nobody should have to die alone. Zuko choked back a sob.

Setsuya kissed him gently, before caressing his cheek with a whisper, "I want you to return underground and relay to Hayate what I've said. Then, I want you to lie down in our bed and close your eyes. I'll contact you then. Promise me, my love."

Zuko inclined his head in question, but he could not read the other's intention. "I promise, Setsuya." He hardly noticed the glistening tears trickling down his cheeks until his vampire companion kissed them away. Setsuya felt his own eyes sting as he cradled the younger in his arms. Zuko reluctantly returned to his own mind with a final, tender kiss.

"Thank you. I don't feel so alone anymore."

Ten hours.

xXxBloodlustxXx

Ryuichi was concerned. Zuko had shut his eyes ten minutes ago with the intent of asking Setsuya of his position in the fortress. The teenager was now trembling and convulsing with tears, after asking Ryuichi if he would be willing to care for him as Setsuya would. Something wasn't right. The young mortal finally opened his eyes, stifling shaky breaths. The vampire kept his mouth shut until the other was ready to speak, startled when Zuko flung himself into his arms and silently cried. Ryuichi shushed his tears, combing his fingers comfortingly through his hair. "What's the matter? What did he say?"

Zuko couldn't stop the trembling of his body as he fought for words. I have to be strong. For Setsuya. "I-It's over. Setsuya is surrendering his life to slake the need for a scapegoat. He'll… He'll be ex-executed at dawn."

"No." Ryuichi's terror manifested itself plainly on his face. "No! That's not possible! He can't just… just…" Die. Setsuya was never supposed to die. He was supposed to survive on and protect the population. He was supposed to be the strong one, the one people look up to. He was supposed to love the beautiful mortal boy and live with his soul mate for an eternity. It occurred to Ryuichi then, that the pain Zuko was undergoing was greater than any he could dare to imagine. There was no single person who would feel greater loss and suffering. Setsuya is all he has left in this world. Ryuichi could not dwell. There was only one road to take, and that was making sure Zuko kept to his right mind. But what could he possibly say? To his fortune, the teenager broke the silence in a cracked voice.

"Setsuya told me his last wishes. I need to speak to Hayate."

Ryuichi paused with uncertainty, trying to maintain his composure. "Are you sure you don't want to take a little time to rest?"

"No. I-I promised Setsuya." If I stop moving, I'll break down. Ryuichi kept a tight arm around his friend's waist as nightfall approached. He couldn't think of a single thing to say, but it seemed that the teenager merely required his presence. The vampire felt his unbeating heart clench when he looked upon the grief-stricken boy, aching with the pain of knowing that a friend faced such unbearable circumstances. No one should ever have to lose a lover, least of all a soul mate. "I don't know what to do," the teenager whispered, unable to stop his shaking. He repeated the words to himself, his eyes empty of their usual gleam. "I don't know what to do."

Ryuichi wanted to say everything was going to be alright. He wanted to comfort Zuko with words of false hope. He wanted everything to go back to the way it was supposed to be. But things could never be as they once were … and it's my fault.

The walk back to the forest was agonizing. They passed human after human; working, playing, going about their lives. None of them understood the sacrifices being made to ensure that their lives would remain unchanged. Fear was woven deeper and deeper into Zuko's conscience with every step he took. How could he tell so many people that their adored leader was to die? Hayate met them at the edge of the woods, weary and desperate for news. The vampires of the population were hidden, stationed amongst the trees and shadows and waiting for their instructions. It was just as well- they listened to Hayate as they listened to Setsuya. The teenager could barely force his lips to form words, let alone say the words he meant to. Ryuichi kept a comforting arm around Zuko's shoulders, as the young man struggled to speak.

"Setsuya, h-he isn't…" The pressure of a hundred invisible vampires listening in on his words was beginning to take its toll. Before he could utter another syllable, an unexpected wave of valor steadied him, courtesy of his soul mate. He took a deep breath- if a man facing death was more stable than himself, he could certainly mend his heart for the time being. "Setsuya is under the custody of a Fire Nation prison now. His own death is serving to compensate for the failed destruction of the population. He has relayed to me his wishes for you to follow." A tense pause as Zuko quieted his voice to a weak whisper. "He doesn't want anyone to attempt to rescue him or interfere with… with his sentencing." Audible gasps sounded from the hidden vampires, shushing noises from others. Hayate's expression remained frozen. "Any vampire who feeds off of a human or otherwise endangers the population's wellbeing can now face a lifetime in prison. It's a dangerous time, and he pleads you to be wary of Ravindra and any of his followers that might remain. Your word, Hayate, is to be honored as Setsuya's was. You are to be the population's leader. And…" He cupped a hand over his mouth so only Hayate could see the silent words: No harm to Ryuichi.

Hayate nodded in affirmation, though one could see the strain written across his face. "I understand," he whispered, though one could tell that he could not believe the words that were passing across his own lips. "We will honor our Lord's last will," he called aloud, his eyes trained on Zuko. "We will return to our underground home, save for hunting group four. They will seek out any signs of Ravindra and his followers. Upon their return, a community-wide meeting will be held to plan our Lord's vigil. Take the next few hours to reflect and grieve as you see fit. The council members may be carrying out a census to ensure everyone is accounted for." Mutters of protest and inquiry followed his statement.

'We can't just leave him to die!'

'How do we know the boy's telling the truth?'

'Setsuya wouldn't give up without a fight!'

The objections died down quickly as the reality of the situation set in. Setsuya was dying for them. These were the last orders he would ever issue, and could not be disobeyed. In swift flashes vampire after vampire returned to their home, the safety of their residence all the more cherished. "Thank you, Zuko," Hayate said, nodding at the overcome young man. "I understand that this is difficult for you above anyone else. Your home will indisputably remain with us. We shall manage any unsettled details at a later date." He turned his attention to Ryuichi, his gaze cold and unyielding. He put a stiff hand the man's forearm, jerking him forward to hiss in his ear: "Harm a single hair on his head, and you die a terrible death."

Ryuichi nodded, though he knew no amount of reassurance could possibly persuade the man of his good intentions. Hayate cast one last sympathetic glance at Zuko before returning to the population he was now to lead. The teenager remained frozen, his fists clenching in an attempt to control his shaking. He forced his lips to move: "Ryuichi?"

"Yes?"

"I… I want Ravindra dead." Tears streamed down his face. "I know I shouldn't, I know it's wrong. But I want to see him burn." He broke out into a sob, shaking his head fervently. "What is wrong with me?" He melted into the other's arms, his breathing unsteady as he relinquished his control over his composure. Why do I feel this way?

"You're heartbroken," Ryuichi murmured, stroking his hair in a faulty attempt to soothe him. "Don't trust your emotions, Zuko. Just let yourself feel them, and they will pass no matter how troubling they seem." As though on command, Zuko collapsed in his grasp. The vampire enclosed the boy in his arms and allowed him to cry the many tears he'd held back until now. The teenager's heartbeat was terribly erratic as he struggled to breathe through his sobs. "Shh, shh. It's going to be alright… I promise." Ryuichi traced his own lips, wondering how he could swear on such words now. After a few minutes Zuko's tears dried, though the aching of his heart had yet to cease. Resentment, hatred, grief, regret, and terror tore at his soul until there was nothing left.

"Let's go back." Zuko sighed, weariness overtaking him. "I need to think."

"Rest would suit you better."

The teenager did not argue. They walked back together in a silence deeper than the peace of the forest or that of an undisturbed pond- it was a silence of anxiety and terror beyond what they had ever experienced, as though it pulsed through their bodies with each of Zuko's heartbeats. Once they reached the underground city, the young man passed wordlessly into Setsuya's room without so much as sparing a glance to his left or right. He thought he might have heard a voice calling his name, but he couldn't be sure. When Ryuichi remained stationary outside of the door, Zuko cast him a pleading look and tugged on his wrist with a whisper, "Please stay with me."

"Of course." The vampire consented, his uncertainty eased away. The door clicked shut, though the sound seemed louder than it ought to have been. Zuko reclined onto the bed and closed his eyes just as Setsuya had instructed him, while his friend sat on the edge in silent support. True to his soul mate's word, his mind's eye flickered open to reveal Setsuya sitting in Ryuichi's place. A sweet voice whispered, "Thank you, my love. Everything you've done means so much to me. Now, I'm going to ask you to do one last thing…"

"Anything." A pair of lips pressed tenderly against his own. "What can I do?"

"Sleep." Setsuya kissed each of his eyelids and combed a hand through his hair. "I love you, always and forever. Now, sleep." Zuko felt his anxiety melt away along with his coherent thought. He realized all too late what the vampire was doing- he was tapping into his consciousness and manipulating it, forcibly lulling him to sleep. His mind protested with all of its might, but he inevitably fell into a deep slumber.

I'm sorry, my beloved. The last thing I want is for you to have to experience my death along with me. When you awaken, only the burden of the heart will be yours to bear.

xXxBloodlustxXx

Ryuichi looked upon the teenager, a great deal of sorrow piercing his heart. The young man fell asleep almost immediately upon hitting the mattress, his angelic face reflecting none of its former tension. Every ounce of pain Zuko felt seemed to subsequently leak into Ryuichi's chest and wrap around his heart. It felt unclean for him to say he still loved Zuko after what he'd done to the boy, but it was the truth even so. They shared their sorrow and there was no cure such scars. Ryuichi closed his eyes in meditation, trying to clear his head long enough for the tug at his mind to manifest itself into a comprehensible thought. He cast aside all fear, all hopelessness and came to a realization- something could be done. Something could be done to stop this.

The fear was brushed aside like a feather at the hand of a hurricane. His desire that Zuko should once more smile out of true happiness overwhelmed his hesitation. He knew what he had to do. Ryuichi cupped the younger's face in his hands and kissed his left cheek, then his right. The mortal's eyes shifted only slightly in his sleep, innocence preserved in the midst of turmoil. "I'm so sorry for everything, Zuko. Rest peacefully; everything is going to be alright soon." He tore his trembling hand away from the human and clasped it to his mouth. He would have to hurry, lest his sudden courage give way to lesser emotions. Allowing himself one final glimpse of the serene figure, he walked into the corridor and shut the door firmly. He turned around, meeting eye-to-eye with the man he expected, yet hoped not to see.

"You came back." Takuya glared at him somewhat accusingly. "You led me to think I'd never see you again."

"I'm sorry, my friend. Had I been blessed with the ability to predict the future, I would not have deceived you." Ryuichi wore a sad smile, holding his arms out so that the other could step into his embrace.

"Smartass, huh?" Takuya lunged forward, slinging his arms around the man's neck with relief and joy mixed into his solemnity. "I'm just glad you're safe. It's true about Lord Setsuya, isn't it?" He buried his head into the other's neck with a sigh. "I want to say I don't believe it, but I would be lying- it is an almost predictable action of our honorable Lord. Zuko is so strong… How is he doing privately?"

"Not well, as to be expected. I have a favor to ask of you. Ravindra is still out there, and he'll come seeking Zuko for revenge. I know his game; he's predictable in the most unpredictable ways. Promise me that you won't leave his side for the next few hours. Just in case."

Takuya's face fell, giving way to horror. "That look in your eye… What are you planning to do?"

"Something stupid. Now promise me."

"But-"

"Promise!"

"Of course I'll stay by him! But please, Ryuichi, whatever you're-" His words were swallowed by a kiss, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other around his neck. Takuya melted into the intimate embrace, a soft moan of appreciation escaping his lips. The kiss was innocent, almost friendly, barely skimming the surface of his longing. They pulled apart, their foreheads grazing together as they held each other tight. Takuya finally gathered his courage and whispered, "I almost lost you once. Don't put me through this again." He could hear the selfishness of his words, but he could not summon his will to stop it.

I knew it was never meant to be with anyone else.

"I know what I have to do now, at whatever cost. I have to make amends for my actions."

Somehow, in the eternity that was handed to me…

"There's nothing you can do!" Takuya fought unsuccessfully to suppress his desperation. "Please, Ryuichi."

I assured my heart that it would someday be yours.

"Have faith in me."

Now I understand that all the time in the world cannot forge a love that was not meant to be.

"I do… I always have."

I love you, Ryuichi. I love everything about you. Your confidence. Your heart. Your will. Even your brokenness.

"Then let me do this. Zuko is asleep in his room; just watch over him and comfort him if he awakens."

If only you were not so unlucky as to love those who cannot return it. If only we were not so unlucky.

There were no promises of a hasty return, or any return at all. Ryuichi departed with one final embrace, without knowing the sentiment Takuya fostered for him. There was no need to make his destiny any more difficult to pursue. The musician's heart ached. He didn't understand, but he trusted. He trusted that Ryuichi was doing whatever he had to do, and things would turn out as they were meant to. He resented fate- so far, it had yet to play in his favor.

xXxBloodlustxXx

It was nothing less than a ritual. Every movement was vigilant and reverent. The grace with which Ryuichi conducted himself was beyond that of a vampire as he slipped past the outside guards as though an entity of the night itself. The small ridges and cavities in the circular stone wall served as his path, as he scraped his way by his fingernails to ascend the tower. He breathed deeply as he went, trying to sense the area where Setsuya's scent was most concentrated. He reached the vent on what he supposed was the seventh or eighth floor. The vents were terribly cramped- he was lucky he died fairly underfed. Grasping the steel vent tightly, he yanked it off of its hinges and hurled it into the city where it struck a building with a harsh clang that passed as mere ambient noise.

Ryuichi slid into the ventilation duct on his stomach, using his arms to draw himself forward. Cool air brushed against his face as he soundlessly crawled through the narrow pipes. He proceeded swiftly, passing over each vent beneath him like a trivial shadow. There was certainly no vent leading into the cell; he would have to come as close as he could. He finally halted above the room that was the most heavily guarded- six guards surrounding a single cell. He observed them through the barred shaft, four men and two women none of whom seemed particularly enthused about their night shift. But how was he to diminish the security to a more reasonable level?

Ryuichi dodged into an adjacent duct and removed the opening into the corridor separated from the objective room by a steel door. He crawled forward and delivered a few sharp blows to the duct, causing a sharp echo to reverberate off of the walls. Two of the lookouts burst into the room, the resonating acoustics baffling their sense of hearing. Ah, the faithful buddy system. After firmly closing the entryway, the guards followed the mysterious sounds further and further into the corridor until they passed through another door… Light on his feet, Ryuichi swept into the preceding hallway through the open vent and bent the handle of the door back. That little investigation should keep them occupied for a bit. Four guards left.

He repeated the procedure with haste, silently trapping two more unwary soldiers down the right corridor. Two guards left. Ryuichi slithered over the central chamber once again, noting through the cracks of the shaft that both the man and woman appeared uneasy. He scoffed, taking a deep breath- it was time to play ghost. He drew his cloak over his head and exhaled loudly through circled lips, mimicking a gentle breeze.

"D-did you hear something?" The man swallowed hard, glancing behind his shoulder. The woman didn't answer, incling her head as she strained her ears.

"Up here, darlings."

"Wh-what was that?!" The man's voice elevated to a squeak. "I heard something, I know I did!"

"Would you calm down?" They looked around furiously for the source of the voice.

"Don't be afraid."

"Agni!"

"What?!"

"Eyes! Up there, in the vent! A pair of red eyes, red! I saw them!"

A little louder this time… "The same color as your sweet blood, my love."

A loud crash was heard, presumably that of the guards' equipment tumbling to the floor, followed by rapid footsteps trampling down the hall. Perfect. His grave amusement peaked when he realized they had dashed into one of the corridors where they would find a door with a distorted, jammed handle. He kicked the vent open and swooped into the room, repeated the process on the final door. There wouldn't be much time now… Grasping one of the candle holders on the wall, he snapped off the sharpened metal edge and began picking at the lock on the door. Sweat began to bead along his neck as he fought to remain calm as a minute passed. He could hear a conversation taking place by the two parties on either side of the far corridor… Click! He sighed with relief, yanking open the door to reveal a bewildered Setsuya standing before him.

"Ryuichi! What are you doing here?!"

The scarlet-eyed vampire shook his head, running his eyes over the other's figure. "How many people have actually witnessed you? Who saw you in the palace and the penitentiary?" He shrugged his cloak off of his shoulders and onto the floor.

"Are you alone? Who sent you? I told them not t-" The frustrated vampire lord was silenced with a hand to his mouth.

"If you don't answer the questions, we're both going to die." The unyielding tone left no room for negotiation. Ryuichi proceeded to strip out of his outer robes, to other's puzzlement. Nevertheless, Setsuya complied and obediently answered the question.

"The Firelord and the single guard who escorted me here along with Ravindra. They're the only ones."

"Is the guard still around?"

"No, he works as one of the Firelord's most trusted personals. Guards the bedchambers against assassins, or so I heard."

"Good. Take off your clothes." Setsuya stared. "Get out of those clothes and put mine on!"

"What are you playing at?" the vampire lord demanded, grabbing the man by the shoulders and shaking him slightly. "Have you gone mad? If you're seen-"

"Setsuya, please!" Ryuichi's voice cracked, his desperation putting a halt to the other's scrutiny. "Do this for me. I haven't the time to argue with you. Trust me." Setsuya halted for a second, only a second, his hands trembling. All it took was a single look into the man's eyes. Wordlessly he stripped off his prison tunic and slacks, exchanging them with Ryuichi's robes. "I left Zuko in good hands," Ryuichi murmured as they pulled on each other's clothing. "I don't need to tell you how heartbroken he was." They both jumped when they heard the voices down the hallway elevate. "The door to the main chamber is jammed- it should give you a little time. The vent above us is open; you can reach it by climbing the wall. Try to replace it on your way out."

"My way out? Ryuichi, I'm not…" His lips froze, realization striking him. His protest returned at full force when he caught the gist of the man's plan. "No," he whispered, shaking his head viciously. "No, I can't do what you're asking of me. I won't."

"We can pull this off! Nobody knows what you look like, and the Firelord doesn't leave his throne room for anything let alone a damn execution." And there will be no corpse to affirm.

"I can't let you do this! This is my duty; it is my life that they want."

"No, they want a life they think to be yours. No one has to know." Ryuichi bowed his head, unwilling to meet the other's eyes. He had disobeyed his lord's final orders, like the scum he was. He couldn't even accomplish honorable things without violating some sort of law… He shuddered when he felt a hand caress his unworthy figure, cupping his chin and lifting it.

"Look at me, Ryuichi." The sternness in Setsuya's voice dissipated, leaving only concern and affection. The vampire reluctantly conceded, meeting the solemn eyes of the other. "Why are you doing this?"

Ryuichi pursed his lips, taking a deep breath before speaking, "Because, for the first time in a very long time, I'm doing what I know is right. This is what I want for myself; I want to purify my soul and finally be at peace. I was close to ending it myself, so damn close if it wasn't for..." He froze, drawing a sharp breath. "I've found a more honorable way out, if you'll allow it. Let me die in your place." Saying it aloud was like shattering a thin layer of glass that protected actions from intentions. To his surprise, Setsuya brought the man into his arms and embraced him tightly.

"You're shaking…" It was a soft remark, as though commenting on a thought-provoking piece of artwork. He stroked the man's hair, allowing the younger vampire to rest a head on his shoulder. "You're not doing this for me, are you? You're doing it for Zuko." Ryuichi tensed, though Setsuya's voice remained gentle.

"I told you, I'm doing this for myself."

"If you were in it for yourself and yourself alone, there are many less complicated ways of ridding yourself of the burden of eternal life. You're here because Zuko's heartbreak is your heartbreak. I understand, Ryuichi. I know what it's like, on a very deep level." A crash sounded. One door had been unhinged. The younger vampire's eyes flickered, but Setsuya commanded his attention once again as he spoke. "I'm not angry with you. I'm just asking you to remember the effect your emotions have on your thinking. Get out of here while you can, and take care of Zuko. I'm giving you my blessing to… to take my place. He'll need you.

"No, he needs you. You're time on this earth isn't over, and you know it. I'm here, and Zuko is waiting for you. Get over your pride and get out."

"What if someone finds out that you're not me? It'll mean trouble for everyone."

"They won't! There will be only two people who see me after this- the exit guard and the executioner."

"I can't return knowing that you died in my place!"

"Chances are I'd die by Ravindra's hand or even my own. Please, the population needs your leadership, especially at a time like this. And Zuko needs your stability. He's lost everything! I won't let you lose him too." The door to the main chamber began to rattle and nearby muffled voices could be heard. Ryuichi bit his lip, flinging himself into the startled man's arms. His voice cracked as he whispered, "I just want you to know that I never hated you. I never meant to hurt you the way I did. The person that I really am despises the man who wanted to ruin your happiness." With this he shoved the unsuspecting Setsuya out of the cell door and quickly latched it.

xXxBloodlustxXx

Takuya's eyes never left the teenager, just as he had promised. He didn't know the kid very well, but he imagined he'd grow fond of him if they hung out a little more. Anyone who managed to infatuate Ryuichi longer than a single night must have an extraordinary amount of depth. Still, that fact couldn't hide that he was a little bitter toward the mortal runt. He had made several attempts at gently coaxing an oblivious Ryuichi into a genuine relationship. It had become so painful to drop such hints and receive no acknowledgement, he had resorted to avoiding his friend. And here this mortal struts forth and gains the vampire's favor without so much as batting an eye. The boy was thoughtful, reserved, quick-witted, comforting, skilled with weaponry- everything Takuya wasn't.

I'd take up sword fighting if I could just commit.

"Ngh…" The teenager moaned in his sleep, rolling onto his side and curling up protectively. His peaceful expression drew tension. Takuya sighed, petting the young man's hair.

"Don't worry; Setsuya is going to be alright. They'll both come back safe and sound." They have to. The only response was a slight quiver of the younger man's lips as he turned over onto his side. Takuya wasn't sure what Ryuichi was planning once he broke the vampire lord out of prison, but he could only pray that they could conjure up some sort of scheme to ease the Fire Nation's wrath. Nobody was out of the woods just yet. A knock on the door forced his attention away from his draining thoughts. Takuya opened the door to face Akane, who could not have seemed more terrified than if she was facing the end of the world. Rohan stood a few feet away, his figure strained with anxiety.

"Zuko's sleeping?" she asked softly, peering over his shoulder at the indisposed young man.

"I'll wake him up for you, if you want," Takuya lied. He'd resolved to let the teenager sleep for as long as the poor mortal pleased. There was no better recluse than that of the realm of slumber.

"No, no, no! We just wanted to make sure- oh, I don't know. Everyone is asking about him, wondering if he's okay. I only wish there was more we could do for him." She pursed her lips in an attempt to blink back tears. "It's terrible, this whole situation! Nobody knows what to do or say…" Rohan came up beside her and wrapped a stoic arm around her, his head bowed in silence.

"I couldn't agree with you more." Takuya sighed, glancing back at Zuko's motionless form amidst the dim candlelight. "After everything Setsuya and Zuko have done to ensure our safety... I had this wild idea that the good guys always come out on top. It seems the same rules don't apply here."

Rohan reached into the pouch slung across his shoulder and produced what appeared to be a snake. "It's Zuko's pet," he explained, addressing Takuya's curious and somewhat uneasy look. The vampire clearly did not want to hold the reptile, but reached out his arms faraway from his body and accepted the snake. "And this," Rohan began as he drew out a sword, "is his as well."

"I'll make sure he gets them." Takuya grasped the hilt of his sword, shuddering as the snake slithered up his arm and around his neck. Thanking the couple, he kicked the door shut and set the sword down by the teenager's bed. With a grimace he maneuvered the snake onto the floor and nudged it with his foot. "Go on. Go curl up in the corner, you slimy thing." The reptile seemed to give him a dirty look before, oddly enough, assenting to the man's instruction. Docile beast. He took his seat next to the teenager once again, vigilant just as he had promised. Takuya adjusted the blanket, wishing he could provide further comfort. I feel more useless than spark rocks in a rainstorm.

Zuko let out a sigh, shifting in the bed once again and edging closer to his companion. Takuya let smiled, reclining onto the bed and taking the slumbering mortal into his arms. "Come now, it's going to be alright. You're so lucky to have someone you love waiting for you. My love life has always been a flop." The teenager seemed a bit more restful at his touch and voice, leading him to continue drawling on. "I guess you could call me a flirt with the clothes and the winking and the whatnot. But I really don't think that's the reason I can't hold down a girl or a guy. Someone should be able to love me regardless. I just haven't found someone who can handle me, you know? But you, you and Setsuya are just perfect together. The way he looks at you... It's as though you complete his world. I'm sure you feel like that as well." His only response was the warmth breath barely tickling his throat.

"What is your secret, huh? Why do you have two vampires in love with you, and I can't even manage to bag one?" Takuya couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, you are cute. Perhaps it's the fact that you're royalty." He feinted a yawn, as though trying to fool himself of his own ease. "We'll just wait here for Ryuichi. I'm determined to take him aside outright and tell him how much he means to me. Meanwhile, Setsuya will be yours to love once again. Won't it be nice to embrace him after all of this mess?"

Takuya's nose twitched and his mouth pursed before morphing into a small smile. "What do you know…" His immobile heart seemed to leap and he sat up in the bed, inhaling deeply. "I knew you couldn't fail, Ryuichi." Setsuya's scent was strengthening, though Takuya knew the vampire lord would take his time returning to his quarters. He had quite a few people to answer to and things to straighten out. Takuya stayed close to Zuko, continuing to test the air and search for an entirely separate scent. Minute after minutes passed by, and the knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter. He came close to darting out of the door and searching out Ryuichi, but he managed to restrain himself. He promised to stay near to Zuko, and Setsuya would certainly reach them soon enough and tell them where Ryuichi was. He's probably just a little shy; he's still frightened that the population might not accept him.

Setsuya's scent became gradually stronger, as though he was weaving and talking his way through cluster after cluster of vampires. Takuya's nails dug into sheets of the mattress, each minute weighing on his nerves. Each minute he failed to catch Ryuichi's scent. Minute and minute after minute after minute… He ignored the occasional word he caught here and there, his breath bated as he waited. The door handle clicked, followed by Setsuya's appearance in the doorway. Takuya shot up, a welcoming smile plastered onto his face. "There you are! My goodness, I never thought you'd make it all the way back here. I'm just looking after Zuko here like Ryuichi told me to! Is he coming along soon? I knew he wouldn't fail, I just knew he wouldn't! By the…" His words faded, giving way as he observed the expression on the other's face. Setsuya was distraught, his lips slightly parted as tears welled in his eyes. "H-He is coming back? Soon, right? Because I really have to tell him something."

"Takuya…" Setsuya shut the door, his back turned from the other for a few moments. When he turned around, the deepest of sympathies was present in his face. He stepped forward, taking both of the man's hands into his own. He swallowed, the shaking in his voice not easily veiled. "Ryuichi has sacrificed a great deal to ensure my safe return. I'm afraid he took on what was to be my burden."

Takuya's smile faded, disbelief melded into his expression. "Y-You mean he's… he's…"

Setsuya's grip on the other's hands tightened. "Ryuichi snuck into the penitentiary in order to rescue me. He broke into my cell and switched places with me, knowing that a scapegoat would be necessary to protect the population."

"And you let him?!" Takuya clasped a hand around his mouth, shaking his head violently. "No, no! I'm sorry, that's not-"

"I understand." Setsuya opened his arms, allowing the trembling vampire to lunge into them and sob uncontrollably. "Shh, shh. I know, I know." As much as he wanted to greet his slumbering soul mate, Takuya needed his comfort more than anything. He sat down on an empty space on the bed, and the younger vampire fell to his knees and rested his head on the man's lap. Setsuya stroked the other's hair, whispering to him, "He told me that he wanted an honorable means of ending his life."

"I knew something was off when he left," Takuya groaned, tears streaming down his cheeks. "He was broken on the inside, you could tell. When he told me he wanted to make amends… I don't know if he's terribly courageous or just plain hopeless."

"With someone like you waiting for him, I doubt that a lack of hope was his motivation." Takuya glanced up at the man in slight wonder. Setsuya was usually too busy scolding him to offer him such words of kindness. "A vampire knows when his time has come; he alone knows how much of an eternity he can truly bear. Ryuichi channeled that knowledge and used it to save my life. I and countless others will hold his sacrifice in our hearts until we ourselves die."

Takuya's throat constricted as he whispered, "How long does he have then? Until dawn?"

"That's right." Setsuya sighed, brushing away the water droplets on his companion's face. "It's easy for us to think we failed him as a friend, but you and I both know that's not the case. The poison was too strong, even after we sucked it out."

"The moment I get my hands around Ravindra's neck, I'll make sure he pays!" Takuya swore, letting out another sob. "Damn him! Damn him to hell!" Setsuya silently agreed, though soothed the younger man for the sake of the sleeping teenager.

"Don't worry, you're not alone. You're about the sixtieth person to make that claim. Zuko is already prepared to go hunting for the bastard."

"Zuko… You probably want to wake him up. He'll be so happy."

I wish I could grant you the same happiness. "Why don't you come and meet with me when I get settled in my office?" Setsuya kissed the younger vampire on the forehead and rustled his hair. "I want you to keep in better touch with me. Zuko tells me you're a fantastic pianist. I lugged the instrument down here; I think I should get to hear you play it." He drew a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it into the hands of Takuya, who accepted it with an appreciative nod.

"Alright. Thank you, Lord Setsuya. I feel much more at ease knowing you're here."

The vampire lord nodded, sending the vampire on his way with an affectionate embrace. He worried about sending the poor thing out on his own, but there were certainly things he had to work out in his own mind. Takuya must have fallen in love under the worst possible circumstances. Why was fate so cruel? Setsuya finally turned back to Zuko, his heart aching and leaping with joy simultaneously. On one hand, he thought he'd never get to see his soul mate again. On the other hand, the cost to indeed secure such was unbearably painful to consider. He leaned over the bed, cupping the boy's face and kissing him awake. Zuko let out a soft moan, his sleepy subconscious prodding him to return the gesture. Within a few moments, the younger's memory jolted back to him. The teenager sat straight up, his eyes wide open. Zuko's lips parted in a few silent whispers as he reached out his hands and framed his lover's features in awe.

"Setsuya…" The teenager broke into a smile and thrust himself into the man's arms, tears of joy pooling in his eyes. "Setsuya! You're alive! Agni, you're safe in my arms! Never leave my sight again, never! I love you, I love you!" His grip tightened and he insisted on holding his lover for a good few minutes until his mind and emotions settled. As Zuko regained his consciousness and eased his nerves, he immediately realized something was wrong. "You're blocking me," Zuko murmured, not quite accusingly. He sat back, though his hands never left the other's shoulders. "You have news that you feel must be broken to me gently, and you've shed tears over it."

"I'm afraid that my freedom has come at a terrible price- the life of another." Setsuya's hand brushed against the other's cheek, and he braced the younger with his own courage. "Ryuichi took my place in the prison. He rescued me and assumed my identity so that he could die in my place."

If a heart had the potential to tremble, Zuko's certainly did so. The teenager's hands clasped against his mouth in horror as his mind rewound the words over and over. He shook his head, his body quivering as he whispered, "Ryuichi has… passed?"

"Not yet, but come dawn he will face execution under my name." He brought the other's hand to his lips and kissed it, his expression doused in sorrow. "I'm so sorry, my beloved."

Zuko's eyes fluttered shut as he ran through Setsuya's memories, making them his own. In doing so he made sure that his last recollections of Ryuichi would be those of honor and courage- the Ryuichi he knew and befriended, who had finally found his way again. He embraced Setsuya tightly, his tears intermingling with the other's as he whispered, "Spirits bless him. He's the angel who delivered you back to me. He knew it wasn't your time."

"I wish it didn't have to be this way." Setsuya fell back onto the bed with a sigh, the teenager curled up next to him. He held the younger close, combing a hand through his hair soothingly. "I can't stand the thought of his dying in my place. He really does love you, Zuko. I gave him my blessing to take my place and make you happy. He gave up his last chance at becoming yours to ensure your happiness." He kissed the boy's forehead, locking into his gaze.

"Were it not for the thorn in my heart, I'd be the happiest man alive. The one I love is safe and sound in my arms. I only wish I could say the same for Ryuichi." They took the time to hold each other in silence. The last forty-eight hours had been the most trying of their lives, and the time alone was almost serene. Both could feel the other's pain, and it only accumulated in their beings. Setsuya shifted onto his side and his gaze rested on his soul mate's chest lined by his open tunic. The vampire leaned down and repeatedly kissed the flesh above the boy's heart, as though to heal the aches in his chest. He lifted his eyes to meet Zuko's with a distraught expression.

"Not working, is it?" Setsuya sighed, laying his head down so that he could listen to his lover's heartbeat.

"I'm afraid not, though your intentions are appreciated."

"And what are intentions without accompanying actions?"

"Mmm… Goodness of an intangible, invisible nature." Zuko stifled a yawn, prodding Setsuya to shift to the side of the teenager and take him into his arms. The younger melded into his form, weariness overtaking him resulting from a mixture of emotional strain and despair. The last thing he wanted was to use sleep as an escape, but his exhaustion kept his heart and eyelids feeling heavy.

"Go on and rest," Setsuya urged, kissing the younger on the cheek. "I promise that I'll be here when you wake up."

"You must be busy. You don't have to-" A kiss to the lips silenced him.

"Sleep peacefully. You'll have a clearer mind when you awaken."

Zuko nodded, allowing the tears stinging at his eyes to fall onto the pillow as he nestled into the comforting embrace. He could hardly believe what was happening. His best friend, his mentor, his inspiration would be de-… gone within a few hours. He could not bear the thought, for his heart felt as though it might burst in his chest. I hope he knows that I truly forgive him. I hope he knows that I love him. Spirits bless him. Zuko's throat tightened as he choked out through his tears, "An eternity is a long while. Maybe we'll meet him again, in another lifetime."

"It's possible, probable even. You and I met for a second time, didn't we?" Setsuya put a hand to the younger's forehead when he let out a sob that racked his body. "He isn't lost to our hearts, and he never will be."

That night and the following morning, the two lovers dwelled in the truths they had come to painfully learn about love:

Love was the antiseptic for a misled soul.

Love didn't act upon on two halves, but two wholes.

Love burnt the heart, twisted it, shattered it, and rung it free of any shards of hope.

It was a wonder in and of itself that Setsuya and Zuko had thrived in it for so long without critical damage. They had tamed the fire and relished its warmth; Ryuichi hadn't the strength alone to tame it, and was thus burned. Now, they would all share the pain.

xXxBloodlustxXx

As promised, Zuko awoke with his soul mate's arms wrapped tightly around him. He almost wished he could have slept a while longer, for dawn would pass in a little over an hour. The teenager departed his lover with a deep embrace to claim a little time alone. Without resistance from Setsuya, he ventured above ground to bask in the fresh air. He managed to find the stairwell leading to the coastal entrance, maintaining a small flame in his left palm to guide him across the shore. He sat just beyond the arch of the waves upon the sands, his legs occasionally brushed by the tide. Extinguishing the light, for he was out well past the nation's curfew, he settled back onto the sand and fixed his eyes on the sky above. The pitch-black sky was slowly being dyed a dark blue, causing him to tremble. The moment the sun peered over the horizon, Ryuichi would be escorted to his death.

Over and over his hand ran through the fine sand, fear and anticipation mounting in his chest. As he combed through the terrain, he frowned when his fingers ran across something solid. He brushed away the sand and conjured up a small flame to observe a rounded piece of sea glass of a beautiful scarlet tint. Zuko almost smiled, running his thumb over the smooth edge. Akane will find good use for this. He slipped the glass into his robe pocket and folded his hands behind his head as he watched the ominous coloring of the sky. It would have been so beautiful if not for…

"What's the matter? Giving up already?"

Zuko glanced up through his sweat-matted hair to see Ryuichi twirling his sword in his hand triumphantly. He swallowed, leaning against the wall and casting a glance at his own weapon that lay across his lap. After catching his breath, the boy managed to choke out, "Give me a break. I'm no quitter, but I have limits."

"So you say." Ryuichi smiled, seating himself next to the teenager. He couldn't blame the young man for being tired; they'd been sparring for a few hours now. But all of that practice was certainly doing him good. With proper equipment and teaching, the teenager would soon rival the best swordsmen in the Fire Nation. While he might lack skill for Firebending, his talent and ability to absorb information was commendable. That and his talent for… "You know, I flipped through your sketchbook last week." He saw the other tense out of the corner of his eye. Ryuichi regretted mentioning it for fear of the mortal's reaction, but he had to get it off of his chest.

"You went through my things?!" Zuko raised an eyebrow, trying to feint some degree of aloofness.

"I was bored! You were sick, and it was just sitting there…"

"I never tagged you as a snoop." Blood rushed to Zuko's cheeks. Which sketchbook had he looked through? Which drawings had he seen?! Certainly not the one with Setsuya in the see-through robe?! It was just an artist's perception, and it was sufficiently censored-

"I'm not a snoop! I was just curious!"

"Yes. And you acted upon that curiosity because you're a snoop!"

"Alright, alright! Enough with the name calling. The point is, I thought all of your drawings were beautiful."

"Sweet-talking isn't-… Really? You thought they were good?" Zuko's blush deepened. He didn't often receive compliments from people other than Setsuya, and even then his soul mate was obligated to say those sorts of things. Ryuichi was a man who spoke his mind.

"Yes, I did. I wanted to ask you about the ones you drew of me." Ryuichi rolled his shoulders back with a yawn and cast a glimpse at the teenager's face, once crimson and now pale as could be. Zuko began speaking terribly fast, trying to synchronize excuses, apologies, and evasive action all into sixty seconds of speech.

"You, um, you saw those, did you? I know I should have asked you first, but I was worried that you'd think I was strange. Besides, I couldn't live with myself if they turned out terribly and I had to show them to you! Of course now you've seen them anyway, you snoop! I just thought you had the prettiest eyes, with the way they narrow and pierce through the soul and whatnot so I thought maybe I could practice a bit with your eyes and then maybe your whole figure and I know you must think me a little creepy but you made the perfect subject, so expressive and all. Can you for- hmph!" Zuko was silenced by a hand to his mouth.

"Slow down, Princess! Take a breath, sheesh. You have your rights as an artist to draw me any way you damn well please. I just wanted to… thank you." Ryuichi exhaled the breath trapped in his lungs. He lowered his hand to Zuko's shoulder, while the boy could only blink at him in confusion. He sighed and fought to come up with the words he needed to explain himself. "When I saw those drawings, it really struck a chord with me. You didn't make me out to be someone who could only use and be used. You brought merit to me through your artwork, and portrayed me as someone beautiful and worth cherishing. As though it would be an honor rather than expectation to be able to touch me." Ryuichi sighed. He must have sounded like a sentimental fool. Still, he needed to speak and he never felt too self-conscious around Zuko. "You know, you're one of the few people in my life who has ever touched me without expecting gratification. I don't know what to make of it."

Zuko was quiet for a long while, his palm running up and down the hilt of his sword in contemplation. Finally, he spoke in a soft voice, "Have you had so few friends, Ryu? This is how it works. It's being able to ask for favors, say swordsmanship lessons, and not be expected to work your hands to the bone in return. I would never see you as anything less than what you are- compassionate, strong, and worth fighting to the death over."

"You forgot devilishly handsome," Ryuichi added after a moment, in an attempt to hide an invisible blush. Zuko always knew what to say to make him remember his self worth.

"Of course. How could it have slipped my mind?" Same old Ryuichi. "Maybe you'll model for me sometime soon? I'm sure I could create a much better drawing of you with a model."

"I don't know… The ones you've made are lovely, too lovely. Keep drawing me from your personal perception. It's flattering." Be my magic mirror. Show me things I want to see. Shield me from the truth.

Zuko shot him a strange look, before leaning against the wall with a shrug. What was this 'personal perception' nonsense? That was for those damn abstract artists. Zuko depicted things as they were, and that was that! Sometimes he had to use his imagination to fill in missing details, but the phrase 'personal perception' certainly did not apply.

Tears stung at Zuko's eyes as the sky's tint became lighter and lighter, until the sun peered over the horizon as it did every day. He could only pray that Ryuichi could die knowing that it wasn't the teenager's perception that was amiss- it was his self-perception that was askew. This was one of the few days Zuko wished that the sun had not risen.

"Excuse me? Kid?" Zuko glanced up to see a mainland official standing above him, a young man of his early twenties. He couldn't have noticed the younger's state of disarray in the faint light of dawn, but spoke in a kind manner unbefitting of a guard. "Sorry, kid, but the shores are off limits to civilians in this section of the mainland. It's reserved for the emergency docking of navy ships."

"Of course, sir. I'm sorry. I'd lost track of time and location. I'll make my way back home now." Zuko rose into the light and the expression on the guard changed, though the teenager couldn't quite detect the manner of the shift.

"You know… forget it. The last emergency docking was three years ago. As far as I can tell, you aren't causing any harm." He waved a careless hand. "Go ahead and spend whatever time you need to here."

"Yes, sir. Thank you." Zuko bowed before the official walked away, his heavy heart warmed slightly. There was still humanity on this earth. It was just a matter of bumping into the right people.

The man turned around, casting a frown back at the boy as he called out, "You know kid, you look an awful lot like the late Prince Zuko."

"That's what people say, but I don't see the resemblance." The teenager hid a bleak smile. Ryuichi would appreciate this.

"I worked as a palace guard for a few years. Good kid, if a little forward with his words. Don't blame him for running away from that madhouse. Though it's his disappearance that got me fired."

"That's a shame. I'm sure he'd be very sorry to hear that. A man like you is just the sort of protection the royal family needs."

The man stared him down, as though trying to decide whether or not the boy was being sarcastic. Finally, he gave up and simply nodded. "Yes, well… Carry on."

And once again he was alone. In what sense, he wasn't exactly certain. Zuko turned his attention back to the ocean, glistening against the sunrise as though it was made up of millions of tears itself. What was it like, to be a drop of rain to join that vast body of water? Was it like death? Living through the cycle and joining one ultimate existence? It occurred then to Zuko that if he was to be converted into a vampire by Setsuya, there was a possibility that he would never know.

xXxBloodlustxXx

Ryuichi hunched in the corner of his new cell, wrapping his arms around his figure as he tried to keep from shaking. The time for his execution was close at hand, perhaps only minutes away. He wasn't too afraid of death itself; death by fire was a swift way to die, practically painless if you distracted yourself long enough with a bite to the tongue. Ryuichi was, however, afraid of what may linger after death. No one was sure of where a vampire's soul ended up. As a distortion of nature, how could you expect to be treated? Would he land in a torturous realm to pay for his sins, or mindlessly meander through the world as a lost soul thinking itself human? The lock to his cell turned and his unbeating heart took a leap into his throat and performed a back-flip into his stomach.

The guard who came to escort him did not speak a word. He was manacled and led off down the corridor and into the heart of the prison. There was nothing conspicuous about that room, nothing except the body chute embedded in the southernmost wall. Though his figure remained stable, trembles ran up and down beneath his flesh. This was a result of choices he made, some good and some bad. The consequences were his to accept… At least Zuko will be happy.

Ryuichi realized then that he could differentiate between love and desire. It seemed so terribly simple now. Desire was living to fulfill one's own happiness. Love was dying to fulfill the happiness of one's beloved. Ravindra was wrong. I do know what love is. His lips split into a soft, triumphant smile. He felt better about dying knowing that he'd straightened that out. The supposed executioner approached, his face masked as not to be cursed by the dying and dead. Ryuichi breathed deeply, pursing his lips to keep them from trembling. I'll be with you soon, Kichirou.

He could finally die knowing that, for once, he was in the right.

xXxBloodlustxXx

Setsuya's hands trembled, causing the ink vial in his hand to fall and shatter against the floor. It spilled from the glass and flooded the earth beneath his feet like water. No, like blood. Until now he had left his mental and emotional bond with Zuko blocked; they both needed a little time alone to process and grieve. But now, now he could feel Zuko's heart breaking and he knew- sunrise had finally dawned upon the Fire Nation. He slumped forward in his desk and buried his head in his hands with a sob. How could it have come to this? Why was it the people he loved always had to pay?

"I wish I had never hurt you," he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I wish you could have known how deeply you were loved. Do you understand now, Ryuichi? Have you found your peace beyond this world?"

Only silence followed his words.

After what seemed like hours, Zuko came trudging through his office door soaked with water. Setsuya took a sharp breath, his hands still shaking. The teenager stared hopelessly at him from the archway before slamming the door shut, dashing into his lover's arms, and allowing his tears to flow. Setsuya wrapped his arms tightly around his soul mate, the water seeping through his robes gone unnoticed. His lover smelled of saltwater, a comforting scent for them both. His eyes red and his body trembling, Zuko finally pulled away. Glancing down at his own appearance, he tried to force some sort of explanation from his lips. "I went to the shore. I wanted to understand so I-I…" He shook his head. "I doused myself in the water."

Setsuya kissed the young man, stroking his hair lovingly. His words made sense, though they really shouldn't have. "I know, I know."

Zuko shuddered, shifting back into the man's embrace. "I love you, Setsuya."

"As I love you."

They couldn't bear not to say it. Not when life was so precious, so fragile. Not when they needed comfort this badly. Not when they could never say it again to one man.