Okay, so I've checked to see how much I'll have to right to give you guys a decently sized story, and on Word, that's about six pages, so don't blame me if it takes me a month to write this 'cringe'. Anyways, we start out again with Shuichi hiding under the covers after Yuki's taken his first taste of him. Once again, standard disclaimer, I don't own the fabulous characters drawn by the artist known as Maki Murakami. But, my story, so copy it and die…
Yuki looked down at the little cover-covered lump on his bed and smirked. He had to admit, it was kind of fun making the little baka cringe. Yuki walked away from the bed and checked the clock, 'If I hurry, I could probably make it to the store in time to get some food and stuff for him' Yuki looked back at the lump 'Nah, I think I'll just let him go hungry.' Sitting down at the table, Yuki pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. Inhaling deeply, Yuki thought how nice it was that once you where dead, you didn't really have to worry about smoke killing you. Hearing the rustle of covers, Yuki looked out of the corner of his eyes, but didn't turn his head. Seeing the boy sit up and glance at him, Yuki pointedly looked away and kept his eyes on the wall. Hearing the bed creak, Yuki knew that the boy had gotten out of bed.
Feeling a presence behind him, Yuki said, "What do you want…"
The boy hesitated "I-I'm hungry."
"So am I" Yuki looked pointedly at his neck. The boy gulped and quickly went back over to the bed. Yuki chuckled and took another drag off his cigarette. 'I guess the whole vampire thing's still a little new to him.'
(Okay people, Shuichi's POV time)
Shuichi sat on the side of the bed and just stared at the golden head for a while. 'God, I'm starved.' Shuichi got off the bed and went to the kitchen skirting the chair where the man sat. Opening up cabinets at random, Shuichi was surprised to find them empty. Seeing a fridge, Shuichi went over to it. Opening it up, Shuichi's first thoughts were that this guy was a total drunk, and then that vampires couldn't get drunk. Closing the fridge and opening the freezer, Shuichi froze; it was full of frozen blood sacs. SLAM Shuichi jumped back as the door was shut forcefully in his face. Turning around, Shuichi saw the man standing there 'Damn! I didn't even hear him get up!' "What was that for?" 'Ah man, there goes my obnoxious side.'
"You were letting out the cold baka," Shuichi pouted and almost right on cue, his stomach gave off a long, and defiantly heard, growl. Yuki smirked and went to go sit back down. "If you're hungry, that's not my problem, your "manager" never mentioned anything about feeding you. All that he said was that you serve me, I don't serve you." Yuki took another long drag of his cigarette and turned away.
"But, but, I-I'll die if I don't eat!" Shuichi's stomach gave off another audible growl.
"Death's really not to bad you know. All you have to worry about is keeping fresh blood flowing in your veins. Also, in my case, deadlines."
"Are you a writer?" Shuichi slowly walked up behind the man and just stood there.
"No baka, I'm a postal worker" Yuki chuckled at his own joke and took a drag of his cigarette. Shuichi pouted for a little bit, then went back over to the bed and crawled in, pulling the covers up to his chin.
Yuki sat there for a while before Shuichi said, "So, what's your name?"
Yuki froze, and then slowly answered "You don't really need to know that."
"What should I call you then?" Shuichi saw the man rub his temples, and guessed that he was annoying him. Turning over in bed, Shuichi closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep.
"My name's Yuki. Eiri Yuki." Shuichi opened his eyes slightly and smiled.
After what felt like a few hours of sleep, Shuichi slowly opened his eyes and started to sit up, but paused when he felt a weight beside of him. Glancing over, Shuichi's eyes widened, seeing Yuki sleeping there beside of him. 'I guess there aren't any other beds in the apartment.' Getting up slowly, careful not to wake the sleeping form, Shuichi started to explore the apartment. His tour ending quickly, with only the bedroom/kitchen, a bathroom, and what could possibly pass as a study. Going back into kitchen, Shuichi sat down in a chair and looked at the door that led to the rest of the world 'You know, it really would be easy to go over, turn the knob, and walk out to freedom.' Shuichi got up and walked over to the door. Turning the knob and opening the door, Shuichi was half ways out when he was thrown back, and the door was slammed shut. Slamming into a wall, Shuichi gasped in surprise, and slid to the floor. Trying to get up, a hand suddenly punched him in the stomach, and the breath was knocked out of him.
"Where the fuck did you think you were going?" A voice said quietly, but deadly. Shuichi gasped trying to regain his breath, and looked up through his bangs at Yuki.
"I, uh, needed fresh air?" Yuki's fist connected with his jaw, and Shuichi could've sworn that he heard a crack. Lying on the floor, Shuichi whimpered and put his hand to his mouth where a thick warm fluid was dripping out. Pulling him up by his shirt, Yuki was about to hit him again, when he noticed the blood on his mouth. Shuichi saw Yuki's eyes shrink up, but it didn't register to him what was going to happen. Faster than he could follow, Shuichi was thrown on back to the ground. Feeling his head connect with the floor, Shuichi groaned. Even more quickly, Yuki was on top of him, looking down at the blood dripping out of his mouth. Yuki lowered his head and licked the blood off of Shuichi's chin. Still slightly dazed, Shuichi just laid there, his eyes widening at the contact.
Yuki whispered into Shuichi's ear "I wouldn't want to have to chase after you tonight, it would just ruin the whole day, you know?" Shuichi gulped, finally finding his breath again. "And you know what, I do believe that you've made me hungry again." 'Double gulp.' Yuki smirked and pulled off Shuichi's shirt.
"What do you think you're doing you pervert vampire person! Thing!" Shuichi started to struggle against what felt like iron arms holding him down. Yuki put his hands on top of Shuichi's to stop him from at least flailing around. Bending down, Yuki bared his teeth and bit into Shuichi's skin right below the collarbone. Shuichi gasped at the pinpricks of pain on his chest, his vision dimming, and then going black altogether.
(Switching back now into Yuki's POV)
Sitting up slowly, Yuki wiped his mouth and looked down at the unconscious form of the boy. Yuki smirked, knowing that the baka wouldn't try that stunt again for a while. Standing up, Yuki left the limp form on the ground, knowing that he would come around sooner of later. Seeing that the sun had finally set, Yuki decided to get out for a while. Now wanting to come back and find the boy gone, Yuki decided to put him in the bathroom. Picking him up, Yuki carried the limp form into the bathroom and set him down the floor. Closing the door, Yuki took a chair and put it under the handle so that the door couldn't be opened. Checking once more that the sun defiantly was set, Yuki pulled on his coat, and left. 'I better get that boy some food, maybe then he'll shut up.'
(Switching back now into Shuichi's POV)
Shuichi lay on the bathroom, trying to gain back his senses. Blinking, Shuichi sat up, the room swimming in front of his face. 'Okay, I'm in the bathroom, now what?' Shuichi stood up and tried the handle. "Of course it's locked, he wouldn't just put me in here for no reason…" 'I wonder if he's still out there?' Shuichi started to pound on the door. "YUKI! IF YOU'RE OUT THERE, YOU BETTER LET ME OUT! I'M NOT KIDDING! FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! I CAN GET OUT BY MYSELF!" Kicking and screaming at the door, Shuichi began he's quest to knock down the bathroom door. As quickly as it started, the door was yanked open, and Shuichi, caught in mid-kick, fell flat on his face. "THANK GOD! IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!" A hand grabbed the back of his shirt, and pulled him off the ground, and Shuichi was faced with someone who looked like Yuki, except, he had black hair. "Huh?"
"Yell much?" The man said. Carrying Shuichi by his shirt, the man dumped him on the bed and went over to the kitchen to sit down. Turning on the television and turning it to Music Fan, the man proceeded to watch a Nittle Grasper rerun. Shuichi got off the bed and went to stand behind the man.
"So, uh, do you like Nittle Grasper?"
"Did I give you permission to come over here? God, what is with my brother? Has he done anything to you yet? You really need to learn some rules here. And as an answer to your question, do birds fly.
"Actually, some don't, so is that a yes or no?" The man glared at Shuichi and turned back to the TV.
"It's a yes stupid, what are you, retarded?" The man grinned wickedly at Shuichi. "You know why I like it?
"No…."
"The whole band, including the god-like Ryuichi" the man sighed and Shuichi got an uncomfortable view of his fangs "is dead." The man smiled. "It's not a very widely known fact."
Shuichi gaped. "WHAT! Ah man, the one band that I actually started to like is dead." Shuichi looked at the man and saw he was looking at him. "What?"
"You know what" the man got up "I never thought I'd say this about a human, but you kind of look like Ryuichi. I don't just mean face wise, but your body shape is pretty similar." Shuichi started to back away 'I'm starting…to get…a really…bad feeling…about this…' Shuichi blinked, and when his eyes opened that ½ a second later, he was on the floor, with the man on top of him. 'Why do I always seem to end up in this position?'
Oh no! Gasp! What will become of Shuichi next? Well you'll just have to wait for my next chapter. Not even wild horses can drag it out of me. Anyways R and R please! I'm craving feedback!