Sorry that it has been so long since I have updated this. I'll try my best to keep it up during Christmas break (or is it holiday break?) whatevs.
Disclaimer: I felt I needed one since I haven't done it in forever; I DON'T OWN!!
Chapter Five: In which Abe meets his maker
Abe was beyond pissed.
Not only was he in some weird world that made his teammates act weird full of yokai, but also said yokai wanted Mihashi dead. Abe was surprised by how angry he felt at the thought of anyone wanting to harm his pitcher.
"Hurry up humans!" the cat-girl, Mikail, ordered snapping Abe out of his introspective rage cloud.
What made the whole situation worse was that he was following the cat-girl who tried to kill Mihashi to her almighty leader.
They had gotten to a palace of sorts quickly, but the innumerable number of flights of stairs that led to the Lord of the realm was a bit much for the humans, except for Mihashi and Sakaeguchi (who was skipping).
That reminded Abe, what did Mikail mean by Anathema? Right after he broke her wrist she refused to say anything more and insisted that they meet Hoshiro-dono.
"Mihashi, are you alright?" Abe asked realizing how much he seemed to be asking that as of late. Mihashi flinched instead of answering.
"Ren-chan is scared of Abe-kun!" Sakaeguchi sang dementedly. Abe turned and glared at the usual peacemaker.
"Why is he still acting crazy?" Abe demanded of Mikail. She shrugged instead of answering as she leapt to the top of the stairs where a large gold door was rumbling. Yes, rumbling.
"In here is the honorable Tetsuya Hoshiro-dono-" Mikail started to say when she was interrupted by a groan and the rumbling getting louder. She turned to open the door when Hanai spoke up.
"Are you sure it's okay to go in?" he gulped. He tried not to, being the biggest of them all- and therefore in the eyes of his teammates toughest- but he couldn't help but worry about some impending doom that lay beyond the gilded door.
"Yeah, what if he's master-" Tajima started to interject, but Hanai covered his mouth. Mikail just rolled her eyes and opened the door.
Inside was a young man banging his head on a wall. Presumably it was Hoshiro-dono
"Hoshiro!" Mikail gasped dropping the honorific. She leapt over to her master and pulled him away from the wall which was covered in blood-tears. She whispered something in his ear and carried him over to his desk.
Abe shifted impatiently on the balls of his feet. For some reason he couldn't speak, which prevented him from demanding an explanation from Mikail and her possibly emo master. It wasn't that he had lost his voice, but he couldn't compel the words to leave his lips.
Hoshiro-dono looked up, blood-tears still lining his eyes and waved his hands. "I bid you permission to speak before your maker," he murmured.
"You bid me permission to speak?" Abe growled, partially surprised that he did speak. "I'm here for answers, not watch you cry like a pansy!"
Hoshiro-dono flinched, "Mikail, bring the fledgling something to drink, I wouldn't want him to feed upon these humans…" then he noticed Mihashi and his eyes widened. "Or especially him, his kind could kill!"
"M-m-my kind?" Mihashi whimpered.
"Anathema," Mikail growled as if that explained everything. Her glare at the meek pitcher picked up in intensity as she left the room, but the moment she looked at Abe it softened into something else that looked oddly familiar…
Hoshiro-dono wiped the blood-tears from his face and sauntered over to Mihashi tentatively, "You don't understand what you are little one?"
Mihashi shook his head spastically, his heart racing in the presence of an unfamiliar vampire. Abe was about to rush to his teammate's side when Hoshiro-dono held up his hand.
"I bid you still," he sighed, and Abe stopped dead in his tracks.
"What the hell did you do?!?!" Abe demanded.
"Unfortunately," Hoshiro-dono frowned, still looking Mihashi up and down. "I am your maker, which gives me a pretty good level of control over you." He refocused completely on Mihashi. "Now, what's your name?"
"R-Ren Mihashi," Mihashi fumbled unable to break the eye contact that Hoshiro-dono initiated.
"Do you know how insatiable you smell?" he asked. Mihashi nodded which made Abe feel very afraid for him. He knew that if Hoshiro-dono tried to feed upon Mihashi he'd end up rejecting it, but that didn't stop him from harming the pitcher in some other way. "Has…umm…"
"Abe-kun?" Mihashi suggested.
"Yes, Abe-kun, has he fed from you?" Hoshiro-dono asked with a sense of urgency. Once more Mihashi nodded. "How many times and how much?"
"Twice and um a pint or so each time…" Mihashi said without stammering or stuttering at all. Hoshiro-dono gasped, and walked back to his desk.
"Anathema blood is poisonous to vampires, Abe-kun, and you have had enough that could fell one of our kind in mere minutes," Hoshiro-dono explained as he searched the clutter for something.
"So what does that mean?"
"It means that you aren't a complete vampire since you are here standing, possibly Dhampir," he murmured. "You're going to die nonetheless…
"Die!?!" Hanai and Tajima exclaimed together.
"Die! Die! Diet!" Sakaeguchi chanted as he danced around Abe.
"…from having consumed that much blood unless he were to become compete," Hoshiro-dono finished as if he had heard nothing. "Human or vampire that is…"
This is normally where I would end the chapter, but since I haven't updated in forever I decided that I would give you this now instead of later…
(Mikail's POV)
My heart was racing. From the moment that he exuded that presence that rivaled that of Hoshiro-dono's, my heart was racing.
Something inside of me felt a pull to this… Abe. When he had demanded that I recognize his mortals I felt the first twinge of this draw.
The when I saw what he had brought with him into our world I was furious. Fledgling of Hoshiro-dono or not I wanted to rip is throat out for brining something even more dangerous than the average human beyond the Veil.
When he stopped me from killing the abomination by breaking my wrist the pull towards him intensified. I knew that I needed forever with him. Warm butterflies took residence in my stomach and began trying to escape through my mouth, so I tried not to speak to him.
As I led him to my master's lair I found myself studying his features. His jet black hair that was disheveled in a way that looked purely accidental instead of some kind of "look" he was trying to achieve, the faint, residual blush to his cheeks, his walk that was a confident swagger, and his deep eyes that made me a want to leap into them.
When Hoshiro-dono made me leave to get him something to feed on I stole one last glance at him, and my heart skipped beat.
I was in love.