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 (No sex in this fic sorry but I will write it in the next chapter).
R&R you know the drill and no flames.
The light was too bright and the air to sterile for his taste.
Lying on a soft bed with a very light cover Yafuri shuddered.
Slowly opening one eye the light cuts to deep and it gives him a headache.
The other eye was meet with complete darkness.
Was he blind on one eye?
No, there was something on his face, something white and soft.
Bandage.
It covered his right eye and most of his face.
He tried to move his arms and strained burned skin screamed with pain.
Both his arms were covered in bandages to.
They were newly changed and an overflowing bin by the bed was stuffed with old dirty ones.
The room he was in were new to him but the rocking motion he felt made it clear that he was on a ship again.
Not just any ship.
Mael's ship.
Yes ha had come for him.
He had saved him from the fire demon.
Dressed in red and black blood armour.
Oh blood, he could really go for some of that now.
He could hear movement near by and a person in a doctor's outfit came into view.
"Hello dear, my name is Doctor Anna Rose." The blurry person said.
Something was given him in a plastic straw.
It tasted like bad medicine gone even worse.
He frowned as the heavily bitter liquid stung his throat.
"Oh I know little guy, it taste awful but it do good."
An IV hanged by a steel bar next to his left side.
He could recognise that shape anywhere.
"W… wer… were iss… Mael?" He stutters fort.
His throat is killing him.
"Mael and me are… old acquaintance, and he gave me an order to save your life and that is what I am going to do."
Yafuri didn't know but he could imagine that he had suffered terrible burn damage to his arms and legs; it was amazing that he didn't die right out from the flame attack.
His right eye was just dried out and it would be fine with time.
But all he could feel now was his body slowly healing itself back to full health, and the process, even though thousand of time faster than that of a human, it still hurt like hell.
A week went by in Doctor Rose's care and by now Yafuri even had gained the strength to walk around the ship but every time he had asked for Mael she would avoid the question and talk about something else.
His arm still in bandages and his legs raw but workable.
He was dying for company although.
Doctor Rose was as fun as a bag of air.
No humour or interesting things to talk about.
No one was near either, not Neri or anyone else.
Just the two of them.
As he was standing on the deck one evening and the cold sea splattered his face with its salty water.
He was wearing a slightly to long medical robe that did nothing to cover his exposed rump and to large flip-flop sandals.
The bandages over his face were gone and his hair had grown back fast.
The right eyebrow to longer to recover although.
Were is everybody?
Cain phased through his sky jet with a stern look on his face.
Vampire attacks, explosions in the harbour and now an all out Vampire show down although brief in the middle of a human populated park.
This would not do.
It was neither his area, nor even his own town but from the pictures captured by tourists nearby, he had recognized at least one of the three fighting Vampires.
The other two were know more by reputation than by familiarity.
Yafuri Chao, the tiny follower of that bitch Cassandra Jill Warlock, had been wounded in a fight with someone that could only be Kraal Tyco of the Fire bloodline.
The third figure in the strange magical armour could only be Mael Blueheart.
If those two were at it entire towns could be perish.
What was Yafuri's part in this?
Why was Mael protecting him?
He scratched his chin and corrected his tie.
The steel grey suit was ill fitted and uncomfortable over his powerful frame.
Sitting in his private sky jet heading towards the rouge Kwoloon vampire last known location.
Sitting opposite of him was his new side kick.
A very young vampire with some potent scrying powers.
Scrying was not Cain's best ability; he was a fighter, not a sage.
The vampire could not be anymore than in his late twenties or something like that.
He was pure brains and no brawns.
A head full of sot black dreadlocks and ivory white skin, dressed in an even whiter suit he looked like a clean spot on a dirty floor even in this lavish airplane.
"What was your name again, pup?"
The younger vampire finally looked up from his huge stack of papers and folders.
"It's Abel sir, Abel Eli."
Cain just murmured a reply and sit down hard in one of the big brown leather chairs.
"What do you think about this all?"
Abel straighten himself and now Cain could see that in the white suit were runes of strange designs inlayed in a different shade of white.
Very small and finely crafted.
"Well sir, it is clear that Old Blood Kraal Tyco was trying to kill the younger Kwoloon vampire known as Yafuri Chao but he was thwarted but the Old Blood Mael Blueheart in full blood
magic armour."
Abel laid out several pictures on a light board next to him.
"Mael is a night dweller and it is probably something very important with Yafuri Chao for someone like Mael to adorn that kind of magic and take a full magic fire blast to the chest.
He then rescues Yafuri and are teleported away from the scene by another vampire that is currently unknown to us."
Cain thought of that.
He was very skilled in magic but to teleport someone like that so fast and so perfect was something unheard of.
Not even Sei the Dragon King could pull that one off.
This could become a very troublesome case he thought and sighted a long dark sigh.
The leather souls of Mael's shoes made soft thud sounds as he walked down the crisp white corridor.
Paintings of famous places were all around on the walls and fine artful sculptures from ancient times covered almost every surface of the walkway.
Just visiting an old acquaintance he had told Neri.
She hadn't been happy with him.
He could never lie to that woman.
Not even when she didn't have any psychic powers.
But he still tried.
Dressed in a luxurious outfit of smooth black silk with matching black velvet gloves gave him the look of a hitman more than a businessman.
The fire attack had been bad and his chest still hurt even with his blood magic armour on full.
The sun had helped to weaken him to fast.
He needed advice and he knew were to get it.
Jimmy Dimple was a very large man with a powerful unkempt brown beard to match his ebony dark skin complex.
Sweat always seamed to cover his pudgy face witch made his long hair and beard greasy and tangled.
It was even hard to see were his hair ended and his beard began.
He was just plain ugly and repulsive but he was extremely resourceful.
Mael didn't bother knocking or sending a notice of his arrival.
Jimmy already knew he was coming.
The heavyset man made no attempt to get up or great Mael as he walked into the living room that now served as an office.
Very little of the area in the room was free from cables and other blinking machines of different kinds.
Jimmy looks up from his several data screens that cast an eerie green glow across his dark face.
"I have need of you Jimmy."
"I know my lord, and I obey off course."
Jimmy moved a little but that was just in order to shift his huge bulk to be able to see Mael's deep crimson eyes better.
Mael moved closer and placed a roundish object on the table in front of Jimmy.
"You know what must be done. Do it!"
Why do my puke always smell like oatmeal? Yafuri thought as he stumbled back on his feet.
He was trying to wear some loose fitting clothes but his arms and legs were still raw from the burns.
It had been two weeks since the attack and Neri had come back just two days ago.
She hadn't said anything special about Mael and she had hugged Yafuri half hearted and wished him a healthy recovery.
She were currently standing in the front of the boat dressed in a beautiful midnight blue dress that snacked its way around her well shaped body.
He hair had grown longer and she had it kept back in a complex pattern of strings and pins.
She looked like a goddess standing there.
Or maybe a siren, calling out for her loved once to come back.
The medicine was helping but it turned his stomach all the time and he couldn't stand to vomit anymore so ha stopped to take it at all.
Yafuri was watching Neri's back from the walkway.
She missed him
Yafuri missed him too.
He missed Male so much it hurt inside of him.
Mimiko was still no place to be found and Neri hadn't said anything about her either.
Yafuri turned around and walked inside.
His arms were free of bandages now and the still looked funny.
All pink and clean from the small arm hair.
He walked inside to sleep in Mael's coffin again.
That place smelled so good and it felt so empty at the same time.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the heavy lid and it sided free.
Neri was standing there with a very strange smile on her face.
Her golden earrings dangled to getter and made soft small noises of metal on metal.
A black silk chocker was clasped around her fine lined throat.
In her slender arms was a brown package tide up with black string.
"This is for you." She said and handed it over to the slightly baffled Yafuri.
"Hurry and put them on, He is arriving very soon!" She said with a smile and walked out of the room.
His heart raced as he threw of the baggy ill fitted clothes he had been wearing and ripped the package open.
Black low cut socks, steel grey pants with side pockets lined in red thread, a black t-shirt with the word 'WAX' splashed across the chest.
New underwear as well, black and red, the tight fabric of the briefs stretched around his round butt and cupped his balls and penis well.
New sneakers in white and green that actually fitted and a new hoodie jacket in lime green with a black screaming skeleton crawling across his back into the front over his left shoulder.
He dared a quick look in the mirror.
He looked fine and clean.
He darted as fast as he could outside when he heard the soft thudding sound of and approaching helicopter.
Neri was standing on the large deck and waved him over.
As he reached her he could see a helicopter in the distance closing in fast.
The helicopter circled the boat a few times in order to get itself steady.
It felt like and eternity when the port door of the helicopter finally opened and Mael appeared.
Dressed as always in one of the finest and most lavish suits made by hand he smiled a grin so big that it must have hurt.
Over his shoulder he carried a big brown satchel.
And then Mael Blueheart, Old Blood of the Iron Bloodline jumped out from the helicopter down to the open arms of his very young lover.
Well we will leave them there for now but I got the steam up again and more will come.
Next will contain some Mael on Yafuri sex!
Stay tuned, RnR and be nice!
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