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Blue Moon
"What are you doing?" Atobe asked his lover who sat by the window, staring at the setting sun.
"Watching the sun set," Jirou smiled, pulling the blanket tighter around himself.
"Mind if ore-sama watch with you?"
Jirou stood allowing Atobe to take a seat in the chair before happily dropping in his lap. Strong arms wrapped protectively around his waist, gentle kisses planting themselves on his neck. "It'll be a full moon tonight, Kei-chan."
"That makes it a blue moon, Jirou."
"Un, I know," he smiled, watching as the sun disappeared into the horizon. Cuddling into his lover, Jirou found himself falling asleep as the moon inched higher and higher into the sky. Keigo smiled down at his happily sleeping lover, mentally musing about how he had not changed much in the past two years. Not wanting the boy to be uncomfortable he rose from the chair, placing Jirou in their shared bed, covering him with blankets.
Returning to the open window he made to close it, only to stop. The moon seemed unusually bright tonight, it's ray casting light into their dark room. His eyes seemed to unintentionally widened as he continued to stare at the moon.
A gasping desperate breath from behind him tore his attention away. He raced to his lover, rubbing his back. "Breathe, Jirou, breathe."
The blonde looked at him for a moment before sucking air into his lungs and letting it back out. Atobe looked at him for a moment, laughter evident in his eyes. "Did you forget how to breathe?" he joked.
Actually that was exactly what he forgot to do. He had not needed to breathe in over 100 years, naturally he forgot how to. Taking slow calming breaths, he fell against Keigo, trying to re-accommodate his body to the sudden need for oxygen. 24 hours he reminded himself. 24 hours.
"Sorry, Kei-chan, I had a really scary nightmare," Jirou panted.
"That caused you to hyperventilate?"
Jirou nodded. "Kei-chan didn't love me anymore and he said I was a super bad person and then you tried to kill me," Jirou told him, tears falling from his eyes. When one touched his tongue he was surprised to find salt water as opposed to blood. He hadn't cried real tears in so long, he had forgotten humans cried water.
Pulling Jirou into a tight hug, Atobe whispered soothingly into his ear. Jirou nodded to everything he said even though Keigo was unintentionally lying to him. "Ore-sama will get you water, you rest, alright?"
"Hai, thank you, Kei-chan."
Jirou collapsed against their bed, holding a hand to his chest. He didn't remember breathing being this painful. His lungs were actually burning from disuse. Maybe becoming mortal wasn't such a good idea.
Outside the door he heard a glass shatter and what sounded like a body collapsing. Getting up he ran to the door, at what seemed like a snail's pace to him. Pulling the door open his eyes widened at what he saw. The water Keigo had gone to get him soaked the carpet, while Keigo had a black haired girl pinned against the wall, her eyes opened in fear.
"Keigo!" Jirou yelled. Keigo pulled away, his mouth covered in blood, eyes bright red in his hunger. "So your vampire half awakened first."
The silver realizing what Jirou had just witnessed, took off with his new vampiric speed. Jirou cursed as the girl fell to the floor. He wouldn't be able to erase her memories till tomorrow. Going to the girl's aid he helped her sit up.
"What's your name?" he asked, not caring if she was alright or not. Honestly, if Keigo was going to feed he would have preferred he killed the girl.
"Kazuragi Sh-Shiori," she answered. "C-Class 2-B," she whimpered.
Jirou grimaced, it would be to much of a hassle to kill her, but he would erase her memories the first chance he got. "I'll call for help," he told her pulling out his cell and dialing the emergency unit. Once that was done he looked at her wound. "Can't have that," he whispered, picking up a shard of glass and slicing her neck until the fangs marks were no long visible.
The girl struggled but soon passed out due to extreme blood loss. Taking the glass Jirou dropped into a trashcan before turning on the innocence for the arriving paramedic. Quickly he spewed out a story of how he found her and tried to help her. How there was broken glass everywhere and how he didn't see who attacked her. The paramedics rushed to her aid, asking if Jirou needed an assistance.
"Oh no, I'm quite alright," he smiled, making a couple of the paramedics blush. "Just please help her."
After they left and a janitor arrived to clean up the glass Jirou looked in the direction Keigo had disappeared. With his reinstated humanity there was no way Jirou would find him. He sighed as he knew there was someone that could help him, but he truly didn't want to go to them. They weren't exactly on the best of terms.
The door opened, a stake presented at Jirou's heart. "Nice to see you as well, Oshitari-kun."
"You're lucky it's the night of the blue moon or I would have staked you."
Jirou pushed his way inside, winking at Oshitari. "Kinky, but only Keigo can do that. Sorry."
"Vampire is not my type, Akutagawa."
"Hm, really now?" Jirou mused, poking at the extensive amount of anti-vampire amulets on the four walls of the dorm room. "Seeing as…you know what, never mind. The reason I'm here is because, Keigo's vampire side awoke first. He attacked a human girl that was in the boy's dorm. I, of course, made sure it didn't look like a vampire attack and assured that she could be taken care of later. Unfortunately, I lost Keigo."
"Why didn't you go after him?" the blue haired megane asked, tying his hair back.
"I walked in the moon's rays. I'm human, mortal, for the next 24 hours. "
"That rule about not hunting on this night is rather unfortunate. I know a vampire that is mortal and could easily take him out."
Jirou waved his hand in front of his face. "You know I'm no danger to anyone. It's not like I massacre humans."
"No but you were feeding off a dhampir and erasing his memories of it," Oshitari answered, taking a seat on his bed.
"Keigo would have offered. I always tell him the truth before I feed on him, I just erase his memories afterwards. It wouldn't be beneficial to me if he were to become trained and then hunt me, now would it?"
"If he loves you as much as you and he claims than he would be incapable of hunting you."
"Hm? If Gakuto was an undead, would you be incapable of hunting him? Do you love him enough to forgive the fact that he is a vampire?"
Oshitari looked at him for a moment, his hand itching to stake Jirou for even suggesting that. "I love him, very true. A vampire, however, is incapable of true love."
"Ow!" Jirou cried, sticking his now bleeding finger in his mouth. Casting a glare at the offending amulet that poked him, he turned his attention back to the dhampir. "We love as much as a dhampir does. Just because we have no soul doesn't mean we are soulless." Closing his eyes, Jirou thought about this statement for a moment. "Well you know what I mean."
"Would you not touch things?"
Ignoring the bluenette, Jirou continued to touch the silver trinkets. "So, use that little dhampir ability of yours and track Keigo for me."
"I'm not a dog, Akutagawa."
"At the moment you are. Keigo is blood hungry and now that he has tasted human blood, he'll want more. Isn't it your job to keep a fellow dhampir in line?"
Oshitari sighed, digging out his map of Tokyo from a pile of papers and placing it on his bed. Closing his eyes, he placed his hand to it. For this practice he needed to stay calm, as such he decided to spark up simple conversation. "Don't you hate your master for what he did to you?"
"I see you are like all other hunters. Assume we had no choice and were forced into this. I was dying, Oshitari-kun, he gave me a choice. I choose to become, I wasn't forced."
"Why would one choose to become a creature of the undead?" he pressed, shifting through the multiple energies he was feeling. "A sick obsessive desire?"
Jirou couldn't help the laugh that broke from his throat. "Nope. Like I said, I was dying and the last thing I wanted my parents to have to suffer was my death. Simply Oshitari-kun I was murdered. Tezu-Master gave me a choice, he spelled out what I would become and I accepted it. Even if my vampiric nature tends to make me, volatile."
"Found him, he's in the park."
Slipping one of the trinkets off the wall, Jirou slid it into his pocket. "Thank you, Oshitari-kun."
"I'll give you a head start, since you are mortal now."
"How very kind," Jirou smiled, leaving the dorm and running as fast as his human body allowed.
With a smirk Oshitari grabbed his bag and left his dorm room, heading to the music hall of their school.
Jirou cursed as he looked around and found no sign of Keigo. He should have known that damned dhampir would send him to the wrong location.
"My, oh my, what a pretty little thing," a low voice taunted before a man appeared in front of him. Jirou looked up, cursing the fact the clouds were covering the moon's rays. Faintly, he realized this vampire didn't travel alone but in a pack, most likely all newborns.
"Who gets to have him first, boss?"
Boss? Jirou rolled his eyes. Looking up Jirou smirked as the clouds slowly began to move away. "Once in a blue moon," he spoke, making the vampires look at him. "The rays will cast down. The dead will live once again and the sleeping will wake. That's the magic of the blue moon."
"A poet we have here," the boss snickered. Jirou's eyes zoned in on the man as he began to move only to stop as the moon's rays beamed down once again. The boss fell straight to the ground while the other's looked confused.
Jirou walked over to him, placing a foot on his back. "That looked like it hurt. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lover to find."
Oshitari looked pitying at the form of the great Atobe Keigo slumped against the wall, hand to his head. Atobe looked up at Oshitari's entrance, his mouth still blood stained. Digging into his bag Oshitari took out a vial of orange liquid sliding it to the other dhampir. "Drink that, it will curve the hunger."
Deciding now wasn't the time to be untrusting Atobe took the vial, drinking it down quickly. He grimaced at the acidic taste but was relieved when he felt his body cool down. "We don't need to feed on blood like vampires do, but the hunger can be taxing."
"What are you going on about, Oshitari?"
"You're a dhampir, Atobe. Half-vampire, half-human. A highbred without the weaknesses of a vampire. You've awakened, that's why your hunger is so strong."
"And you are one of these dhampirs?"
Oshitari nodded. "That's right, but I was raised as a vampire. I became a hunter on my own accord. My cousin, Kenya, is a dhampir as well, though he chooses to live the life of a vampire. You're family however, is the oldest and longest line of dhampir hunters in history. It started with your great-grandfather, the original Atobe Keigo. He was the first dhampir hunter."
"Ore-sama's great-grandfather?"
Oshitari nodded. "His one true love was turned into a vampire. But Atobe-sama loved the other so much he could not bring himself to hunt even if his love had become a member of the undead. No, he wanted the vampire that turned his love. He spent his whole life with that goal in mind."
"His love? Who was she?"
"She? No, HE, who still walks this Earth is the same boy you love so dearly. Little Akutagawa Jirou."
Atobe's eyes widened a slight fraction. "A descendant?"
Oshitari laughed. "He is the EXACT same, Jirou. Undead. Unaging. Walking this earth since his death in 1903."
"KEIGO!" Jirou yelled, bursting through the doors of the music room, breathing heavily. "I found you, I was so worried."
Atobe sent a glare in Oshitari's direction before getting up to help Jirou. "Do vampires breath heavily from exhaustion."
"He's playing you, Atobe. Tonight he became mortal for 24 hours to gain your trust. The moment he can again, he'll erase your memories. He wants to end the Atobe dhampir line by draining you of your human blood and making you a full vampire."
Jirou turned to Atobe with wide innocent brown eyes. "Kei-chan, what is he talking about?
"He'll do anything and say anything to manipulate you. That's what you did to his great-grandfather, correct? Why didn't you just turn him? Perhaps because he fell in love with his wife?"
"Kei-chan?" Jirou asked, inwardly seething for Oshitari daring to speak of a past he knew nothing of.
Hugging his boyfriend tightly, Atobe whispered soothing things to the blonde. All the while said blonde glared at the blunette, silently promising him death. "Come on, ore-sama will take you back to our room."
"Hai, thank you, Kei-chan," Jirou smiled, happily accepting his boyfriend's hand. As they departed Oshitari had to have the last word.
"Take him to your great-grandfather, Atobe. I'm sure the original Atobe Keigo will undoubtedly recognize his old friend."
"Kei-chan, I'm sleepy," Jirou yawned, hoping to block the idea from Keigo's head. He didn't want to see that man. Not after all these years.
-chapter 2 owari-