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.
This fic goes out to my friend, the amazing artists Sylphide2!
Thank you so much for your amazing work and keep the good work up
Warnings for Violence, Vampirism and Male on Male Sex.
R&R you know the drill and no flames.
Yafuri's quick phase through the city wasn't fast enough.
Whenever he could he would use his vampyric powers to speed up towards Mael's boat.
He needed to hurry if he were to catch them before they made sea.
He decided to cut though the big central park.
It was still pretty early in the morning and only few people were awake and in the park.
Fire trucks sirens in the distance slowly dying away.
The air was still cold and damp from the chill of the night.
The scent of the air was full of wild flowers and morning dew.
Yafuri's yellow rain jacket evaporated as the first attack wave hit him in the back.
Had he not been in the middle of a vampire-boosted sprint he wouldn't have the time to cast his jacket of.
"What the HELL?" Was all he could scream as he tucks and rolled into the low bushes.
The attack had been from above and had been of magical art.
A magic fire attack.
Kraal Tyco slowly floated into view.
The old vampire was a flyer and not afraid of the climbing sun.
His ash grey eyes darted back and forth across the low vegetation that were all around him.
Yafuri's back was scorched slightly and it stung.
He go a pretty good hiding point were he was sitting but he was nearly unarmed except for the silver edged knife.
Kraal's dry voice echoed across the morning park.
"Vermin! Come out from hiding and die you fiend! You, who are nothing but a low version of a plagued rat, spreading disease among our own kin."
His ash grey eye suddenly turned crimson then black as a very fine line of fire erupted from them.
The thin stream of superheated air combusted and sent an shockwave of fire across the area in front of him.
Luckily Yafuri still was super charged with vampire powers and he launched an high attack down on kraal who now stood on the ground.
Kraals eyes turned back to normal ash grey just as Yafuri came into view.
He hoped that the old vampire needed time to do the fire trick again.
He didn't.
Yafuri was struck with such a force that he was thrown several feet back into the low trees.
His arms that hade protected him were badly burned.
The knife was red hot and sizzling against the morning dew on the grass.
The ancient vampire slowly walked towards were Yafuri had landed.
Quickly getting to his full senses he crawled further back into the low vegetation.
The skin on his arms screamed as he moved them fast trough the low bushes.
Leaves and branches cut small gashes across them and blood started to flow from several cuts.
I need some help he thought as the air turned hot again.
The door was almost kicked in as Neri stormed the private chambers of Mael Bluehearts private quarters.
"I got him, he is badly hurt and will die very soon if you don't do something fast!" She screamed as she entered.
Mael stood still bare naked but for a single red loincloth.
Deep cuts and scars across his arms leaked out still warm blood.
Not a single drop hit the ground.
"Are you ready?" He asked the small vampire teen in front of him.
Mimiko just nodded slowly as she raised her slender arms from her big backpack.
A white blinding light filled the room as she spoke the forbidden words.
Yafuri was not pleased with how things were going.
Thankfully kraal seamed to be a bad tracker.
He still hadn't found Yafuri so now he just fired at everything in sight.
Yafuri had even managed to get hold of his knife again.
Still blazing hot he had to rip of a piece of his remaining pants in order just to hold it.
His arms ached something fierce and he had trouble breathing.
Hiding places were running short and the air itself were getting hotter and hotter by the second.
He did what he was trained to do and stayed low, using short and superfast bursts of speed to get out of Kraal's field of vision.
He made up his mind and went for the perfect right time.
Just as he suspected Kraal needed to stand still when he fired his magic.
So Yafuri just waited for the next hot fire attack to commence.
And just as Kraal fired up his magic blast again against the far away bushes, Yafuri made his move.
He launched a super charged sprint, the last of his vampire strength used up totally, as he stayed low and fast.
Just as Kraal got sight of him his fire attack stopped and the slower and larger vampire turned towards his attacker.
But just as those grey eyes turned red black again Yafuri jumped.
The fire licked his lower legs slightly as he flashed through them, blade in hand.
The blade connected to soft flesh and for the first time in almost a hundred years Kraal Tyco, the emissary of the Ivory Coast and the founder of the Fire Bloodline was wounded.
Black blood gushed out from the gaping wound in his throat and he feel to one knee.
"You filth…" Was all he could say before he was stuck again and again.
Yafuri wasn't even using his fast draining vampire powers now.
He just cut the old bastard as hard and as fast as he could.
The blade found all of its points and Kraal bleed heavily into the scorched ground.
"Die you pyromaniac!" He roared as he went for the killing heart stab.
But the blade never connected again.
The shear power being unleashed from whatever powerful magic Kraal was unleashing knocked Yafuri so far away and so hard that he almost lost consciousness.
The old vampire stood, his multiple cuts and stab wounds sealing up fast as his clothes were burned of.
His skin stars to glow and the air itself around him ignites.
He turns to the prown boy vampire and smiles an humourless smile.
Nothing of his original form remains.
He is tuned into a living form of fire.
Slightly humanoid legs takes a step forward and Yafuri can feel the ground underneath him getting warm.
"Now you die!" Comes a voice sounding more like crackling fire than human.
The air behind Yafuri turns white as he hears a very familiar voice snicker.
"No old friend, he don't."
Yafuri turns his head only to see his beloved Mael stand there.
Walking out from a white door seaming to hang from the air itself Mael's armoured feet touches the ground.
Dressed in what looks like an old style black knight armour Yafuri can see Mael's hard eyes behind the strange spiky helmet stare hard at the other flaming vampire.
His blood smelled so good.
"Really? And what are you going to do against me you old pira…" Kraal is cut short as a perfect black iron spike is flung out from Mael's extended hand.
The spikes connects with the burning body of Kraal and the old vampire flinches backwards.
"You are not the only one with powers here fireboy!" Mael's voice is like thunder as more and more metal spikes detach themselves from his armour and floats close to his hands.
The armour, Yafuri thoughts, is made from his blood.
This is the power of the Iron Bloodline.
He has turned his own blood into full suit armour and now was using his blood like a weapon.
Another black iron spike launches forwards, embedding itself in Kraals left bicep.
"I will kill you Blueheart!" He screams as another chock wave of fire lunches forward.
Moving with a speed unnatural to anyone but an ancient vampire, Mael closes the distance an takes the full blast of fire against his own chest.
Placing himself in front of Yafuri in order to protect the wounded boy.
His armour cracks and looks really damaged as he looks up against the stunned vampire from the Fire bloodline.
"There, now you have wounded me to, now leave because both of us know that we will only kill each other if this keeps up!"
Very slowly the hot air subsides and eventually kraal stands there bare-naked as his clothes were all burned to crisp.
As he started to cool down so did Mael's armour start to withdraw.
Soon there were just two vampires standing there with nothing on their muscular bodies.
"We will meet again!" kraal says while pointing a finger at the still lying Yafuri.
He then turns ad walks away.
Mael turns to the wounded Yafuri and picks him up into his muscular arms with ease.
Even before the pain finally makes him faint, Yafuri hugs the tall vampire who is not only his lover but now also his twice rescuer.
So there you go for this time.
So sorry for the huge wait as I have been expiring a death in my family that took me pretty hard.
Next will contain some male on male sex and more fights!
Stay tunes, RnR and be nice!
Bless