A world apart.
Genre: Angst, Humor and Yaoi!
Characters: Yafuri Chao and My own Characters
A/N: I don't own The Black Blood Brothers but if I did it would have been allot longer than 12 episodes with allot nudity and allot more Yafuri Chao.
Summary: Yafuri and his life prior and after the Anime ended, my version.
Some of you may recognize a part of the beginning of this fic as I have actually copied it from Blood is his Drug writhen by SquirrelLuvsPnut.
Please check out her other writings.
I really hope and that you wont flame me all too much but I felt that I needed to continue this story and I have been given SquirrelLuvsPnut her approval.
Warnings for Violence, Vampirism and Male on Male Sex later on.
R&R you know the drill and no flames.
After being slashed across the chest and thrown from the boat in the explosion Yafuri was looking at a fish that was swimming near him.
He didn't see it a to clearly as the room was so dark.
He then realized that he was sinking.
The pain from the cut was still there so it meant that he probably was alive.
For a while anyhow.
The ocean was so cold and he wasn't even a very good swimmer when he was unhurt.
It wasn't supposed to end like this he thought as he slowly descended in to the darkness.
The Silver Blade had fought with a speed he never had seen in a vampire before.
Yafuri closed his eyes and let himself sink further below.
So this is the end of Yafuri Chao the great Kowloon child he thought.
As he slowly drifted in to darkness he only had one last thought ringing in his head.
Now that Zaza was dead he was never going to find out what that warm nice thing from before had been.
Yafuri woke up.
He tried to get up but was kicked back by the force of pain in his chest swelling up.
He was lying on a wooden floor.
It was not dark but not bright either.
As his eyesight slowly returned he saw a clear night sky above him.
The floor was hard and cold.
Something pulled him over a doorstep and the view of the sky became a view of a metal sealing.
He was cold and near death.
He couldn't just get it that he had been saved from death twice in one day.
But if not getting blood soon he would be nothing more than a pile of ashes anyways.
He saw a fuzzy silhouette of someone crouching down beside him.
Something was poured in his mouth.
It took a while but as Yafuri slowly to a light drought from the liquid he realized that it was blood.
Extremely warm and tasty blood.
In fact it was the greatest taste he hade ever tasted.
It was amazing and he could feel his powers returning to him.
He drank more and more when suddenly he collapsed in deep sleep.
His body hade been taking to much damage and needed time to heal itself.
Yafuri slept for a whole week, dreaming of the wonderful taste of the blood from his rescuer.
When he finally hade woken up his chest hade almost healed itself up and the pain was almost gone.
He slowly got up on his feet and tried to stand.
His legs obeyed him so he tried to walk around for a while.
He was naked except for a very large gray jacket made from fleece that almost ran all the way down to his knees.
It was almost as big as his yellow coat had been.
He looked around looking for anyone living in the room.
The room was a small metal box with real wooden floor and an ugly grey paint on the walls.
The bed was ordinary madras with newly washed sheets and a white pillow and blanket.
Getting slowly to the door he pushed it open.
A boat.
He was on a boat.
The boat was very big and it almost looked like a tanker or at least some huge cargo boat of some sort.
The wind was a little warmer than he thought it would be and he was not wearing any pants or underpants either.
The stairway was about 2 meter above the deck was leading to the left and up to another door.
Having little choice he walked slowly up the metal mesh stairs to the door.
Opening it slowly he walked in a very big and a very nice decorated room.
It didn't look like any cargo ship he ever seen before.
There was a mahogany wood table and a thick red carpet that covered the entire floor.
Bookshelf's and leather chairs lined the walls.
A fireplace that Yafuri staggered over to and sinking down in front of it.
The fire warmed him deeply and the soft carpet was nice to sit on as well.
His vision still blurry Yafuri had missed that a person had been standing by one of the windows reading a book.
As his vampire skills kicked in he turned a little to fast and a burst of pain shot through his chest.
His every muscle was sore and he felt really beaten up.
The man was tall and it was clearly that the t-shirt had comes from him.
He was dressed in a nice and probably very expensive outfit that made him look like anything but a captain of a ship.
More of an old blood or a diplomat of some sort.
He hade spiky ebony black hair pulled back over his head much like Yafuri himself but only longer.
His big eyes were colored auburn red and almost impossible to stop looking at.
His features were appealing and women probably found him very handsome.
No scars on his silk white skin that had a color tone of ivory and a small chin beard that were in perfect trimmed condition.
Jewelry clad his every finger with very nice and expensive gold rings.
A finger armor ring in pure gold clad his right index finger.
He smiled at him and Yafuri felt an amazing aroma surrounding him.
It had been his blood that Yafuri had been drinking when he was saved.
Activating his powers Yafuri launched at the slim tall man going directly for the throat to suck out all his wonderful blood.
The man simply raised his hand up in a blur of speed.
Yafuri smashed his nose straight in to the knuckles of the fist from the tall man, he then slammed into the ground hard.
"Now, now little boy, that isn't a very nice thing to do against some one that just saved your life from the bottom of the sea?"
The voice of the man was warm and soft.
Blood streamed down Yafuri's nose and staining the gray fleece jacket.
Grasping his mouth and biting down on the pain he looked as the tall man walked over to one of the chairs and sat down.
He smiled and showed Yafuri his long ivory white fangs.
"Yes little boy, I am a vampire just like you. My name is Mael Blueheart."
The Vampire held a glass of wine in his hand and took a light sip on it.
"Founder of the Iron bloodline, the Guardian of the Iron Discipline and the Traitor of the Sacred Wars."
Yafuri slowly rose to his feet.
He hade heard tales of the Iron Vampire of the Sacred Wars and that it hade been him that hade let Cassandra to the Kowloon king in the first place.
"My name is Yafuri Chao, Direct descendant from the Kowloon King himself and little brother of Cassandra Jill Warlock."
The blood hade finally stopped and his nose aced.
"I guess that I should thank you for saving me?" Yafuri didn't asked but more stated as he walked slowly closer to the sitting vampire.
"I guess you should." The smirk on Mael's face was menacing but not threatening.
"Thank you." Yafuri said with his jaws locked tight together his voice a little more than a whisper.
"No that won't do at all, I guess if you got down on your knees and said it out loud then maybe I would accept your thanks and forgive the blunt attack you tired to pull at me."
Yafuri sighted loudly and slowly got down on his knees trying to fold the jacket under his knees so nothing of his private parts would be seen.
He slowly swallowed the little pride he got left and said with a higher voice this time.
"Thank you for saving me from death Mr. Mael." The sarcasm in the words was thick and clear.
"Oh, your welcome little Yafuri-kun, Sorry to hear that you lost your brother and that Cassandra didn't even bother to attempt to save you from the sea."
Yafuri just looked down on the red carpet and said nothing.
After a while he looked up at Mael and said, "Where is my clothes?"
"Ah, they are in a box over there. They were quiet destroyed by the water and the fight.
Don't worry, we will get you some new once that actually will fit."
Mael said with a smirk on his lips.
"Wine?" he said as he reached out with a nice glass of red liquid.
"No thanks." Yafuri glee back in answer.
As he walked around in the large room he found himself having a terrible cough probably from the ice cold water that he hade been laying in.
He shot a glance at Mael as he sat by the fat chair and now he was reading a big leatherback book as an old gramophone player played a song in French.
Yafuri didn't understand what the woman was singing about but she sounded sad.
"She sings for her husband, who is a soldier, to come home to her from the war." Mael said as if he hade read his thoughts.
Yafuri suddenly let out a big sneeze and whipped his runny nose with the end of his sleeve.
"No class on the youth to day." Murmured Mael as he continued to read.
"Were are we?" Yafuri finally said.
"On the majestic boat of Eleanor, a semi large cargo ship approximately two hours from the city."
"How did you find me?" Yafuri sat down in one of the leather chairs.
"Family secret my oh so young boy." Mael said and tapped his nose with his finger.
"Are you hungry? I could arrange some meal fore you or are you just out to suck my blood again?"
Yafuri did want to drink his blood again but decided to go for some hot food first, then when he hade regained his strength he would take that old geezers blood.
Yafuri was confident that he could take him on, he hade just been a little sluggish before and Mael really didn't look all that strong.
Clearly the rumours of him must be exaggerated.
"Do you what me to bring you some medicine for your cold?" Mael said as he reached for the intercom-phone.
Remembering the treatment he had got from Zaza, Yafuri literally screamed out "No thanks, I'll be all right!"
"If you say so."
Later two young women pushing a cart full of food walked in the room.
Yafuri was sitting crossed legged in one of the big chairs by then, keeping a close eye on Mael as he slowly just read his book and drank his wine.
The food smelled delicious and Yafuri gorged down on probably the best chicken he had ever tasted.
The women left the room but not before giving Mael a kiss on the lips.
Yafuri looked somewhat dumb folded as he continued to stuff his face with food.
"Here we are all children of pleasure and delight and we all share with what we got. Be it you are a supreme at fighting with swords, then you may use any sword in my disposal but all I require in return is all but the softest kiss on the lips."
"What?" Yafuri didn't quiet get that.
"You may have anything I got for your own pleasure but in return you must grant me a kiss."
"Sorry but I'm not into guys." Yafuri said between the beef and the rice.
"Oh its not sexual unless you what it to be and a kiss is the deepest devotion that you acknowledge me as you lord."
"I'm a child of the Kowloon first and all and you are not my lord!"
"Oh but I am little one, as you has been drinking of my blood you must remain with me for all time until I let you go, because if you don't get my blood in your system every month you will die!" Mael eyes turned deep red and Yafuri felt fright and terror for the man in front of him.
He suddenly turned back to the chair and continued to read his book.
Yafuri starred at Mael for a while and knew that he was telling the truth.
Even now the yearning for his blood was so very strong that he couldn't control his own thoughts.
But what of it? He thought, Cassa hade left me for dead and now he could train to get his revenge on the Silver Blade.
"Who is your lord?" Mael said softly.
Yafuri went over to his side and bowed down and said, "You are Mael Blueheart my one and only lord now."
Yafuri bent down and placed a kiss of dismay on Mael's hand.
"Don't worry young one, you will learn to like it in due time." Mael's voice was like a poison wrapped in the smoothest of silky oils.
Yafuri was taken to his sleeping quarters.
It was a square room not much bigger than the shack that he and Zaza had shared except for the lack of wooden crates.
A hard sailor bed consisting of a blanket stretched out between a steel frame and a tiny dirty pillow.
No blanket was to be seen.
Quite different from Mael's room he thought.
On the side of the bed were his new clothes.
There were some underwear and new pants.
The pants were gray and a little too big for him so they hung half heartedly on his hips and he had to fold the legs up so he didn't step on them.
The material was maybe satin or some kind of synthetic material but he wasn't sure.
A pair of sneakers shoes was next to the bed.
They were at least in proper size.
The t-shirt was black and soft.
It smelled like it was newly washed.
The underwear were black Speedos with a skull on the back and was made in silk, the felling of it was first cold and strange but then disturbingly nice.
Mael had been wearing a silk shirt in black and a pair of black satin pants.
Expensive shoes and a very expensive watch.
Satin was probably a favorite on this ship.
"And yet I get to sleep in a room like this?" He murmured and went to sleep.
New twist, my story begins with new characters and a lot of smex further along the story.
Hope you liked it.
Some spelling errors but that is to be corrected some time.