Title: Fangs and Claws
Author: Dreamcloud
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Pairing: 80/59
Genre: Romance
Setting: Wolf!Vampire!Verse
Rating: T for Takeshi
Word Count: 7,487
Warnings: Hayato's potty mouth
Author's Note(s): Well I've always wanted to write a wolf vampire fiction so this is the result of that I suppose.
Its cold, and I don't think I'm gonna make it any further than this. I can't say I've ever known a vampire to die from the cold before. But I know somewhere between the blood loss, pain and sheer icy feel of my skin that I'm going to die.
The ache for blood may kill me too, there's so much of my own pooling around me, and my body can longer find the strength to regenerate itself to close the wounds.
So here I lay in the middle of an all to familiar woodland feeling sorry for myself and liable to be dead by the time the sun rises. Although that won't kill me either; stupid humans and their messed up theories.
Just as I start to feel my grasp on the world fading (loosing so much blood tends to do that to), a noise hits me and I flinch, curling more into myself in an attempt to look smaller. But it's too late and I recognise that sound all too well. Their coming for me, and fast.
Fucking werewolf's.
You would have thought after ripping me to pieces that they would have had enough. But they must have picked up on my scent after I made my escape and chased it. Sick bastards.
I could try and fake death, but their extra sensitive senses would pick up on the fact that I wasn't.
My muse breaks as something warm and wet touches the side of my cheek and the sudden need to lash out and kill whatever it is comes to mind. But I just don't have the strength.
"It's alive" a husky voice confirms a harsh ishishishi follows; and I immediately identify it as the wolf that ripped through my arm.
"Take it with us, this one's worth a bit" comes another voice, although this one is deep and gruff, and there's no creepy laughter to accompany it.
So suddenly it's appears I have value. Those gits are going to sell me I know it.
You see there's this thing between werewolf's and vampires. To put it bluntly we fucking loath the ground the other species walks on. If we so much as smell the other a fights bound to break out, and won't end until someone's dead.
Vampires tend to stay away because of this and live in impressive towns and cities where only our kind resides. Theses tend to be hidden from humans and far out into the countryside.
Werewolf's on the other hand live within nature. They make their homes within the woodlands and build homes made of wood and other natural resources, like some fucking tree hugging hippies.
To us this is disgusting, living in the dirt is common, and vampires don't do common. So naturally my kind look down on werewolf's and refuses to acknowledge them as equals.
All accept me that is.
A long time ago I met a werewolf after straying from my family. We had been on a trip to see my Godfather Shamal. I got curious and wandered off into the forest, it was only because I had heard UMA's sometimes made their dwellings close to forests and I wanted to see whether I could find one.
But naturally I wondered too far and found myself lost. So what on earth was a 7 year old (human years) boy to do? I had started crying, loud and heavy.
This was when a boy heard me and jumped from a nearby bush, I would never admit it out loud, but it scared me and made me cry harder.
He had looked my age, young with dark spiky hair and large brown eyes full of curiosity. Rags clothed him and he had smudges of dirt streaked across his face. I hadn't distinguished him as a wolf at first; he had smelt different; in a nice way that I found myself attracted too slightly. Normally wolfs smelt funny to us, they have a like a musky sort of scent that really irritates our noses.
But I knew he was different right from the start.
He laughed when he saw me, which I didn't take kindly too. Who the hell did he think he was, appearing in front of me in such a fashion, caked in the very earth we stood on?
A hand was swiftly shoved into my face and I yelped thinking he was going to attack me. But he didn't.
"You're with those funny smelling people aren't you?" he asked smiling this goofy looking grin, hand still thrust in my face. "Don't worry I'll lead you back to them if you like"
I'd never met such a rude person before in my life. Usually people were afraid to get close to me; I came from quite a noble family after all. My father is a rich business man and is good friends with the vampire lord, Reborn. So people are obviously wary of me and careful not to upset me, lest I throw a tantrum and demand their head be severed from their body.
So it's only normal that I stared back at him in amazement.
"W-who I are you" I demanded, now trying to compose myself and hold back the tears.
"My names Yamamoto Takeshi" he states proudly thumping his chest with a closed fist, still grinning like a buffoon. Japanese I think to myself, taking note of the order in which he said his name.
"Well what are you doing out here?" I ask in disbelief crossing my arms across my chest. Maybe he was like me and had lost his family too.
His reply was a confused blink, before he broke back into that stupid smile.
"I live out here of course!" I was informed enthusiastically.
I felt my own eyes well up in horror. He was a werewolf!
I backed up and soon went tumbling back over a fallen branch, unable to move I simply stared at him.
"You're a werewolf then? But you can't be! You don't smell like one at all!" I cried, not understanding him at all.
He frowned abruptly, eyebrows creasing downward. Was he debating over killing me now that I knew who he was?
"What do you mean I don't smell like one? Humans shouldn't be able to tell…" Realisation dawned in his eyes as he figured it out. "You're a vampire then?" he asked startled by the new development.
How could he have not been able to tell? There again I hadn't known about him either until he had mentioned living in the woods. Humans don't live in the woods after all.
"Y-yes" I reply unsure of what to say, one wrong move and I was dead. My father had forbidden me from bringing along my explosives while on a formal visit. So I had nothing to defend myself with unless I bit him, which would be seen in my kind's eyes to be disgusting and a desperate move on my part. I could even be disowned for doing so.
Again he looks puzzled and folds his arms while thinking.
"But you don't smell like one" he tell me and then smiles again. "In fact you smell really nice" he laughs and rubs the back of his head nervously.
I feel my cheeks heat up. I've never been told that before.
"I-idiot! Don't say things like so easily!" I snap, because really only destined people say that to each other. Destined people being people who are together like my mum and dad. Romantically involved; which we were not.
He only laughs again and this time takes my hand and pulls me up to my feet. I feel better now being as he is no longer looking down on me.
An odd feeling passes over me. It's like I'm underwater floating, my heart swells and once I'm back on my feet I don't want to let go of him. He freezes too and turns to with that same confused look. Maybe he's feeling it to, or maybe he thinks I'm crazy. Either way I don't want him to let go of hand.
He doesn't. In fact he holds my hand all the way back to the edge of the clearing where I first got lost.
"Look over there. That's them isn't it?"
I follow my eyes to where he's pointing and sure enough there's my mother shouting at my father, and my sister standing next to her obviously taking her side of the argument that's taking place.
I smile softly and nod to him. He smiles back and another one of those odd moments passes between us. It breaks as he lets go of my hand and gives a nervous laugh to me.
"Well I better get going" he tells me. "I bet my own family is wondering where I am" he takes a step back and I suddenly find myself reaching for him again out of instinct.
After I do I blink and suddenly wonder why I did. He melts back into that smile that I'm slowly getting used to.
"Hey, what's your name? You never told me" he asks. To which I give an immediate answer.
"Hayato. Hayato Gokudera" I tell him in return.
"Hayato" he grins, and then takes me by surprise when he leans down and kisses my cheek. "I'll come find you again Hayato!" he promises before turning away and bounding off into the woods.
Then I'm left alone, cheeks dusted red as I turn back toward the waiting arms of my worried family.
As promised he did come and find me. I waited in the same place the very next weeks after coming home. Sure enough he came padding towards me with that smile that now made my heart swell.
"I thought I could smell you!" he told me now grinning and pulling me into a hug.
After that we made a promise to see each other every other day. He's never broke that promise to me, except for today.
He never showed up. Instead I was ambushed by these two goons, and now it looks like I'm going to die. That or their going to sell me, it happens sometimes and I'm no stranger to hearing about it.
I make a pained noise as I'm suddenly hurled up, and the guys carrying me laughs slightly as I moan in pain again when he shifts me uncaringly onto his back.
Takeshi carried me around a lot. Like when I got hungry and became weak because of it. I don't really eat that much, I just don't feel the need. But Takeshi is always offering me his blood, he says I might as well since we're together and all…
Yeah that happened somewhere after the first 3 years of knowing each other.
And no, it wasn't like we were sleeping together at the age of 10.
It was really innocent like little kisses on the cheek here and then and gradually it got more passionate and such. Great, now I'm beginning to miss him even more…
But here I am desperate to see him and being carried away by his own people like a sack of dead meat.
They had taken me to a village and I knew it immediately. Takeshi showed me it before… This is where he lives! His uncle rules this settlement, and took over after Takeshi's father died with his mother in a scuffle between a vampire clan. Being as Takeshi wasn't old enough to inherit the pack yet his uncle had taken over until Takeshi was mature enough to handle the responsibility.
Needless to say his uncle was a prick; in my eyes anyway. He treated Takeshi horribly and it made me want to claw his fucking eyes out.
But anyway sure enough I'm being taken into the grandest building the place has to offer.
It's large, square building, made of stone that must have been carved by hand and shaped like one of those human contraptions that's used to make castles from grains of sand.
Candles line the sides of the stone walls as we move along, flicking and creating eerie shadows that dance across the walls, it reminds me of home slightly. Unsurprisingly there's no artwork, statues or signs that someone lives here. Everything is very plain, yet another reason why vampires hate wolfs. Their so fucking uncultured when it comes to the finer arts like paintings and music.
The walls then break off and we're in a large spacious room, a red carpet leading to what looks like a throne in the centre.
I'm then tossed across the floor lying on my side and curling my body round to seek heat from myself. It's not working and I'm desperately in need of feeding. If I go too long without feeding I'll snap and lose my mind, then using the last of my strength I can find I'll go on a man hunt and go for anyone close to me.
So these fuckers better watch their step; and mouths.
A munching sound reverberates off the walls and it becomes apparent that we interrupted someone's lunch. Oh dear. One thing you should know is that you don't interrupt a vampire or werewolf when their feeding. It's a fucking stupid thing to do, and to be honest you've got to have a death wish to do so; that or your just plain crazy.
"Lord Xanxus" one of my oh so lovely captures say, and I watch in amusement as the two werewolf that captured me sink to their knees in a mark of respect.
A grunt reaches me and I turn my head weakly in the general direction it came from.
A tall looking dark haired man is sitting in the throne. A large table next to him full of various meat on silver platters. He's devouring the stuff as though he's only got a few minutes left and wants to get his fill now; mouth moving a mile a minute literally ripping the meat from the bone with his jaw.
See what I mean about getting in the way of food. It's a big fucking no-no.
"We have captured the beast" the larger man who carried me reports.
Beast? Had they seen the abomination in front of them? They have nerve calling me a beast after seeing a sight like that. At least I had manners at the dinner table. How on earth could Takeshi be related to that? Don't get me wrong he ate like an animal too, but he had the common courtesy to chew with his mouth close.
Xanxus's head perked up as he was told the news and he smirked watching me with a glint in his eyes.
"Is he chained yet?" he asked pausing from his slaughtering of already dead raw meat.
"No" the blonde haired freak to my left replied, that annoying giggle soon followed again after he spoke.
Xanxus frowned in response and then shook his head with a sigh.
"Go and lock him the fuck up in the dungeons then. After that go bring me my nephew. I think it's time we had a heart to heart don't you?" he had that annoying teasing tone his voice as he watched me in amusement as if enjoying my pain. Then his face took on a cruel look as he turned back to his subordinates. "If he acts unwilling you may inform him of our guest" I caught the smirk he sent me as he spoke the last part.
He knew who I was clearly, even though Takeshi and I had kept everything a secret about us meeting up. I was being used against Takeshi. How had they known about me though, we had been so careful? At least this is what I thought, though it was now clear we hadn't been careful enough.
A sudden loud bang ceased any further conversation, and a smell hit me hard and made me curl inwardly again. It was the smell of fallen rain and freshly cut grass, the scent of the outdoors and fresh air. It rolled over me like a warm light and it felt like I had strength to move again, even though I knew for a fact I didn't.
Takeshi…
"What the hell is going on!" he voice barked from the doorway he had just KO'd and then I heard him gasp. "Hayato?"
That annoying running sound was all around me once more, feet slamming against stone this time. Again I was being picked up off the floor, but more gently this time, as though I was going to break. I wasn't a fucking vase.
His face was in mine watching me closely as I tried to focus in on him, I couldn't though; and it was really beginning to upset me. I had waited too long to see him again. But at least he was here holding me again, even though it was embarrassing in front of so many people, but I found I was too weak to care. He turned away to face his uncle again, I could honestly feel the hatred rolling off him.
"What have you done?" he asked darkly growling at the back of his throat as he spoke, (did I mention I love it when he does that?) I could feel his nails digging into to me. Perhaps he was close to changing forms.
He was so beautiful when he changed into a wolf…
Stop daydreaming you fool.
His uncle gave a low laugh, it wasn't meant to be the happy sort neither.
"Stupid boy" he tells Takeshi. "Did you not think that I would find out about this fling that you're participating in with this nightwalker?" he then takes on a harsh glare. "You fool! I will not have you disgracing this family!" he then drops his tone. "Your father may have been soft enough to ignore it, but certainly am not"
Takeshi grips me again as he glares up at his uncle. He's angry no doubt, and I start to wonder how this is going to end. Would Takeshi really fight with his only living relative left over me? I really hope not. I don't want him to end up alone and his clan shun him; which they would if anyone ever found out about us outside this room.
"Don't you dare talk about my father" Takeshi yells at him. "He was a great man and an ever greater ruler!"
The room becomes silent again, no one dares to speak, not with two members of the wolfs royal family at odds; you'd be stupid too. The two of them are locked in some sort of dual, the winner is the one who breaks away eye contact first.
Xanxus then laughs and rises from his seat, clearly finished with his leftover raw meat.
"Alright" he says smirking down at Takeshi with a look of pride in his eyes. "We'll settle this the way we know best"
I blink. What the hell does that mean? Are they gonna fight? I hope to god not. But Takeshi seems to get it and he looks cautious all of a sudden and I really want to know why.
He gives his uncle a level look and nods in agreement.
"Okay" he tells him.
Xanxus shoots another coy look in amusement.
"Good to see that things not made you soft" he remarks and Takeshi growls at him again in warning. "We'll fight here one on one, you already know the rules, first to get the other down and make him stay down wins" That goddamed smirk is back.
Takeshi gently eased me into his arms, being careful not to jolt any of my wounds, and started to move me off to the side where it seemed I'd be safer. I gripped his sleeve as he went to lower me back to the floor.
"What are you even fighting for?" I ask him, it seems pointless. What the hell was he going to gain from fighting Xanxus? Did he really believe that if he won his uncle was going to let us walk free?
He simply smiles one of those infuriating, yet beautiful smiles at me.
"I'm fighting for us of course" he tells me kissing my forehead lovingly, before settling me on the floor up against one of the many stone pillars that line the room. "Just wait here until it's over okay? It's gonna be fine" he laughs petting my hair. "Don't worry"
He walks away and I really want to smack him upside the head and knock some sense into him, but I'm too busy fighting the faint blood that's rushed to my cheeks. I know for a fact that it would be heavier if I hadn't of spilt 3/4's of it over the forest floor.
He faces his uncle directly standing strong and tall, his eyes narrow and fingers curl into fists at his sides.
Xanxus places a hand on his hips and the other speaks for his as his raises it in the air coolly gesturing at nothing in particular.
"So if you win I'll let you off with this error of judgement, I'll have the trash sent back to the scum hole he came from, and to be nice I'll even through in a blood bag to sate him" he glances back up to Takeshi with a slimy look.
Takeshi nods simply and gives him a narrowed look.
"And you won't hurt him anymore then you already have?" he challenges.
Xanxus nods in consent. "No, won't lay a finger on him" he agrees.
Takeshi then drops his chin challengingly.
"And if you win?" he asks bracing himself for the worst.
I watch in horror as the man starts to laugh, head held high, and hands at his stomach holding it as if in pain. Then as soon as it started it stops and his head falls back into line watching Takeshi with a deadly look, eyes gleaming in glee.
"You shouldn't even have to ask me that. I'll destroy him of course. To show you a lesson and to ensure it doesn't happen again I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life too. I have full confidence that I'll win"
My stomach drops, I feel sick and for a moment I realise this is what fear feels like. I don't want to lose him over something this petty. I want to yell out to him and tell him to forge all this and just… Stop.
But I can't even speak. My breath is still ragged and I don't have the strength to regenerate my still weeping wounds.
Even if Takeshi wins I don't think I'm going to make it.
A low growl cuts off my moment of self-pity and I look up to see them both slowly morphing into a more powerful form. Hair starts growing all over their defined bodies, their faces stretching and extending, then their starting to fall forward and by the time they're on all fours the transformation is complete from an to wolf.
Takeshi's always been beautiful in wolf form, just like he is in human form, with his long shaggy black fur and deep brown eyes staring at his uncle in defiance. He's definitely strong enough to defend himself.
But his uncle looks stronger. They both have the same shaggy black fur, but his eyes have a menacing red glow to them. He's the size of two large horses, while Takeshi would only level up to about one maybe slightly taller. He's over all bigger and definitely looks to pack a stronger punch.
He soon proves my point when he goes slamming into Takeshi sending them both slamming into the cold stone floor with a heavy bang. The sheer force of their fall sends shards of stone flying into the air shooting in all directions as Xanxas's minions scramble to evade their fight. Xanxus soon has his powerful jaw sniping at Takeshi's neck as he tries to push back up onto his paws to get his own back; which he eventually does as he places a well-aimed bite at his uncle's leg.
Xanxas reels back in pain which allows Takeshi the time to get himself back up again, and once more it's a duel of who's quicker to attack. That's the problem with Werewolf's, they lack in the speed department, and while they are fast, faster than humans by far, they don't have the cutting edge speed that vampires have. Vampires are born runners and are extremely agile; while werewolf's have the strength and over all weight to snap a large tree in half.
But Takeshi still manages to dodge just in time as his uncle comes at him again intending to make the same move again. He dodges off right and goes to turn just as his uncle goes diving right and sinks his jaw in Takeshi's throat. Takeshi gives a howl of pain and yanks away from him snarling wickedly.
The smelt hits me like a slap to the face and suddenly I'm gripping myself, trying to not
breathe it in; which is a futile move because the scent of Takeshi's draw blood is already heavy in the air. Now I've got my own internal battle on my hands, trying to stop myself from reverting.
When a vampire in my state, beyond the dangerous threshold of blood loss, is on the verge of dying, we have one last resort, reverting. We use the last of our strength and turn into a monstrous beast which would pounce on anything with a pulse in a desperate bid to sate oneself with blood. We forget everyone and everything, even attacking our own mother if we had to. It's not easy to ignore either when one is as far gone as I have. The need for blood is like a humans need to breath, you can't physically ignore it.
But If I don't I'm going to literally kill Takeshi…
At some point Xanxus must have picked up on my sudden rapid breathing, and the fact I'm not trying to curl up as small as I can and turn myself away from the smell that is now intoxicating me. He seems to be deliberately trying to slash at Takeshi as much as he physically can, just to maim him in some and draw more blood.
"S-stop it" I find myself whispering, as though by saying it their going to instantly stop and all of this will be forgotten. I really must be getting desperate, that or I'm insane.
I watch through half lidded eyes as Takeshi sinks down his paws and leaps back at Xanxas nailing him in the front and sending him flying onto his back. He scrambles on him and presses a heavy paw to his neck effectively pinning him down. Xanxus lets out a frustrated noise at the back of his throat and goes to snap at Takeshi's paw, but fails as Takeshi bites his neck and tears at him.
More fucking blood goes flying and something inside me snaps. I can't take it anymore and the ragged breathing stops as I take a sudden gasp of air in and my eyes delicate. My body suddenly drops to side as all strength leaves me and begins to gather itself within me.
Oh shit.
"Oi!" Someone yells off to right. "That kid, I think he's dead!"
Sounds of scratching claws skitter around me, and I think Takeshi and his uncle may have heard whoever it was announcing my condition. But it really doesn't matter right now as I start to lose my grip on reality, my fingers curl into small fist and energy abruptly shoots through my being…
Line Break
I hear a shout over the growling of my uncle and listen if only for a moment. The words "kid" and "dead" ring in my ears and I immediately associate them with Hayato. My head whips round and wide eyes land where I left him. He's lying on his side eyes half lidded and lips parted, and from the look of it he's no longer breathing, (not that he really needs to, but it must be something to do with the fact that vampires are simply more highly evolved versions of humans, and breath on instinct).
Either way it sends my mind into a state of panic and launch myself off of my uncle and go flying towards him and halfway merging back to my human form shouting his name. Just as I reach him my uncle's voice hits me.
"Don't touch him Takeshi!" he yells and I whirl round to face him glaring.
"Shut up!" I snarl, he had no right to tell me what to do after all he's put me through.
He rolls his eyes at me, clicks his tongue and folds his arms across his chest in one fluid movement.
"For saying you supposedly love him, you don't know much about his kind do you?" he questions arrogantly.
I grit my teeth and send him a harsh look.
"He's reverting" he then tells me like it means something to me. I watch his eyes dart behind me to Hayato. "And by the looks of it it's not going to be pretty. Should of got him some blood when he got here really, I just didn't think he was that far gone…" he trails off and looks thoughtful.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I find myself shouting in frustration, eyes narrowing and fists curling again, trying to stop myself from merging back into wolf form and ripping him to pieces.
"Reverting" he repeats rolling his eyes once more at my display of anger. "When a vampire loses too much blood and they become desperate they go into what's called a "Revert" state and gather what strength they have left, lose their mind and attack any living thing they can find in an attempt to replenish their blood supply and heal themselves. Fucking disgusting really" he comments drawing up a cigarette from nowhere and lighting it up.
I stare in horror at him as it begins to sink in and look back at Hayato. His eyes start to lose that glossy sheen and turn a dull silver. He looks dead he really does. I kneel before him and gently move a hand to his hair.
"I wouldn't bother Takeshi, in a minuet he's not even going to recall who you are. So if you don't want to become bat food I suggest you move the fuck out the way while I try to find something for him to feed off"
I go to answer him, but a sudden sharp intake of breath has me back staring at Hayato as his eyes go wide, yet still blank and his chest heaves like he's been underwater to long. Then he's moving to his feet dragging himself up to full height. I move with him cautiously in case he attacks.
"Hayato" I call softly reaching one hand out towards him.
He only looks blankly at me hardly even focusing on my now. I watch as his eyes then move to my arm and stare. I follow his gaze and glance down at my right arm and find what he's staring so intently at. A large gash is decorating my arm blood seeping through the material of my shirt and trickling down my arm.
Ah, I can suddenly see why he's interested. My arms falls away and I try my best to smile.
"Do you wa-"
I never finished the sentence as he came flying at me with inhumane speed, and I found myself being ripped back away from him in an instant. Turning to the side I watch as he rushed past me and come to an abrupt stop spinning round to face me again ready to attack. It strikes me that it was my uncle who had dragged me out of the way, as he leans down to me growling in my ear.
"Fucking piece of shit! I told you he don't know who the fuck you are! Currently he doesn't give a shit about you or who you are to him! He will rip you to fucking pieces if he has to Takeshi!" He's shouting at me and I think this is way of worrying over me.
He then turns to take a look at my currently psycho boyfriend, who watching us with interest his head cocked to the side in a way I find completely adorable and yet scary of hell considering he just tried to sever my head from my body.
But my minds ripped from thoughts as Hayato comes at us again with that amazing speed of his and throws out an arm at me in an attempt to grab me. But Xanxus is dragging me out the way again and takes off running toward the door for cover.
Unfortunately we don't make it. I feel something pull me back and find Hayato has snagged the hem of my jacket and is now yanking me at full force from my uncle's hold. He throws me backward behind him like a rag doll and turns full on to face my uncle.
My uncle simply smirks after getting over what had just transpired, and crosses his arms once more looking slightly impressed.
"You're stronger than I gave you credit for" it has to be the first time I've ever heard him compliment a vampire before. "Now whose blood are you after here?" he asks, but never gets the chance to continue as Hayato goes racing at him and rams a fist into his lower stomach, sending him reeling back and I watch in horror as a trail of blood leave his mouth. He lands hard on the floor and makes a gurgled sound rolling onto his back.
Hayato doesn't react at all and I know under normal circumstances he'd never do something so… violent. He may be a bit feisty and at times come across a cruel person, but I know he'd never go out of his way to cause deliberate pain to someone on that scale. But it appears we're clearly not under normal circumstances.
I flinch back as he turns on me and vaguely wonder whether he's about the kick the ever loving daylights out of me. But he simply stares at me again for a moment, watching me with those unnatural silver eyes of his. It doesn't last very long and the moments quickly over.
I go to move away but he has me pinned quickly and my back meets the floor on a harsh collision of bone against stone. His hand pushes down on my chest keeping me firmly in place and effectively squeezing the air out of my lungs making me choke. Hayayto may be blessed with the ability of not having to breathe, but I however am not that lucky.
I realise pretty quick there's not way I'm going to be able to get away. I could if I wanted to but that would mean causing Hayato pain, which I won't do under any circumstances, not even to save my own life. I sigh despite myself and smile up at him cheerfully. I can't really deny him something he needs after all, and suddenly I wonder why the hell I was running away anyway. I don't want him to die and if I can prevent it then I will, no matter the cost.
He's watching me again, and I wonder whether he's trying to hold himself back and subsequently having an internal battle. I move my hand up to his cheek slowly, trying not to startle him, and smile as I catch that confused look flicker across in his eyes.
"Oi! Takeshi!" I hear Xanxas yells from behind me sitting on his knees grasping his stomach giving me a weary look. "If you can distract him long enough, he might pass out and die from blood loss and you can leg it, he won't last much longer in revert state" he tells me smugly with a hint of a smile touching his lips sadistically.
My heart drops and I send a sharp glare his way, I don't want that to happen, and he has no right to even suggest I'd go along with the idea. I glance back at Hayato, who's yet to kill me, only to find him looking at me curiously again.
Shit I really don't want him to die. I had nothing before I found him and I don't want to be alone again.
I know that either way he's got to have my blood. It shouldn't mater anyway really. I love him, and that's how it works right? When a vampire bites someone it's something intimate and Hayato once told me that biting is on the same level as sex in the vampire world; it's something that's done in private and means something special.
Besides he only needs enough to sate him and heal his wounds, so hopefully he'll come to his senses and not kill me. At least I hope.
Slowly I pull him down to me and push myself up so I'm sitting normally again. He's now leaning silently against me and with his head on my shoulder, as I trail my lips to his ear cautiously so as not to panic him and goad him into attacking me.
"You can have my blood if you need it you know" I tell him softly murmuring low. "You need it don't you, why is why you reverted in the first place" I laugh. "You really scared me there for second, I thought you had died. It made me realise that I really don't want that to happen, so if you ever need blood you only have to tell me and you can have mine…" I trail off as I bring him to my neck allowing his lips to rest there as to coax him into biting me. "It's okay"
For a moment he doesn't move and goes extremely stiff in my arms, as if some part of him knows who I am and is freaking out. I take note that he's shaking and sigh. He really won't bite me unless forced. A glance down at my arm tells me that I could easily reopen the wound there; which with a swift pull of the skin I manage.
The reaction is instantaneous from him and he hisses though his teeth as if I've physically slapped him.
Two sharp points are then at my neck resting there like a warning. I smile and ease him closer which pushes those two needles directly into my neck.
Oddly enough it doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would initially. It fact I was bracing myself for something ten time worse. I bury my face in his hair as he gasps at my neck as though suddenly breaking though the surface of water. He must have realised what was happening as he shoots away from me to stare at me falling back onto his knees a crimson streak of blood dripping from his bottom lip. I learn in and lick it away and he closes one eye as I do.
"Are you feeling better now?" I ask him, to which he doesn't respond only staring at me like I've grown two heads from my arms.
We sit and stare at each other and he suddenly look like he's going to cry.
"You idiot" he whispers folding his arms around himself in self-defence and looks away from me in shame.
"But I saved you" I tell him smiling brightly and tugging him back to me. "I didn't want you to die, so I did the only thing I could"
He clutches at my shirt and squeezes close, which I'm not about to complain over.
"It's embarrassing though…" he murmurs against my chest and I laugh. He really shouldn't be worried about that.
"Oi trash!" once again that voice is yelling at me as I turn and hold Hayato closer. He's going to kill, I think to myself. Not only did I go against his order, but I practically, in vampire terms, just shared a moment close to sex with Hayato. Which in my uncles eyes is probably a big no-no, especially in his best room.
He's up on his feet barely standing, due to Hayato's attack on him, and I take note of the way he's holding his stomach with one arm as he watches us closely; cautiously as though worried Hayato might go from round two.
"Moron" he tells me gruffly. "Clearly nothing I say is going to change the way you fell is it?" he asks and I shake my head in return. "Hm" he replies and then looks away from us. "Well you had better clear this mess up you've made and keep this little fling out of sight" it's a warning I know, but it's as close a blessing as I'm ever going to get. He takes one last look as us before stalking off towards the door I desecrated upon my initial arrival, and then most likely will head to his bed chambers to sulk.
I go to yell something but he cuts me off pivoting on foot at the threshold of the door and glares at Hayato all of a sudden.
"If you see that freak Squalo tell him I'll be waiting in the usual place, and that if he don't show I'll kill him"
And with that he really does go stalking off down the hall.
"Superbi Squalo?" Hayato asks softly watching him leave in wonder.
"Who's that?" I ask him watching his face crinkle slightly in a way that looks so cute.
He glances up at me and then back to where my uncle stalked off moments before.
"He's one of the knights that serve the royal family, you know one of Reborn's lot" his eyes then start to close and he looks drained again. "I wonder how he knows him…"he says softly trailing off in thought.
"Well it doesn't matter" I tell him softly with a smile. "What matters is getting you back home safe; I think we've had enough fun for one day. Unless you want to get all the fighting over with today and go and take me to meet your parents"
He snorts at me in amusement and goes to stand back up again, running a hand through his hair.
"My mother would adore you I'm sure, it's my father you'd have to worry about I think" he tells me as I get up to follow him down the hall and back into the village.
"Really I thought your sister would be the worst, she's quite protective isn't she?" I ask smiling as he grimaces and his face takes on a slight green tinge at the mention is his sister.
"Just don't eat anything she gives you. That's my advice if you want to survive though dinner" he tell me taking my hand in his as I lead him through the village getting some odds looks from the townsfolk. I only smile to them and they quickly look away.
"Are you really okay with this?" he then asks as we make out way towards the edge of the forest where I first met him all those years ago.
It doesn't take me long to think about that I can't imagine my life without him now. I'd sure as hell be lonely and everything would be dull again. Who knows maybe I'd still even be mourning over the loss of my parents still.
"Of course I am. I don't know what id's do without you" I'm hugging him pulling him as close as I can physically can. I mean It too, and I just hope he knows that.
We pull apart and smile as I go to kiss him. Watching as he looks at me expectantly, just waiting for me to make the first move.
"Oh my so this is where you've been hiding Hayato"
I pause and look up over Hayato to see a well-dressed lady with long maroon hair watching the two of us with her head resting against her hand.
"Hanging around with a Werewolf of all creatures" she continues and I blink in confusion as to who she is. Hayato on the other hand seems to be more well informed than me and goes a worrying shade of white, and starts to shake slightly.
"Bianchi!" he gasps "What the hell are you doing here?"
Bianchi…
Oh shit, this is his sister right?