Anti-slayer
His father would kill him, and that's no exaggeration, his father would slice him head-from-body and with his only son's blood dripping from his body he would turn on Riku too, no time for mourning, in the eyes of his father he was already dead.
Sora gently twined his hand in Riku's, squeezing cold fingers in his grip.
"You're all I need, Riku-angel," he whispered his promise softly enough for only the vampire to hear.
The older boy, the immortal, squeezed back, silently offering all he has and apologizing for being so stupid...
Sora chuckled, lightly, "when are you not?" The inquiry was playful, even as bright baby-blue eyes scoured the ground bellow them with a hunters' sight.
The empty streets were silent, but for a few distant footfalls, and the boys waited, with an impatient gleam of red to Riku's eyes, and the ever-present tug of 'duties' to Sora's sword-hand.
Then Riku's spine straightened in the slightest, fingers tensing in his lovers' hand, as instinct had him staring with a hungry gaze at the heartbeat growing closer and closer to the alley-way the pair watched.
It was a woman, shivering in a thin blue sweater, her body shaking with more then the cold.
Sora's eyes narrowed slightly in sympathy, not only for the actions that would take place, but for the woman who was steadily preparing herself for a slower but no less painful death.
The pair released their grip on each other, Sora stalking his way to the end of the roof, preparing his slide down. Riku heading in the other direction, towards the woman his glowing focus never left.
The woman was crouching now, in the lowest, darkest corner of the alleyway. She was still shivering as she fiddled with something from her purse and went about preparing her arm for an injection of something just as poisonous as Riku's blood.
Sora slid down from the roof silently, watching Riku only a moment, to make sure the woman hadn't noticed him, then he shifted back, padding silently until he had a full view of the street-way outside, watching for any sort of trouble.
His sword hand tingled along with the hairs at the back of his neck.
He listened, almost automatically, at the slightest of shifts behind him as Riku prepared his pounce.
Listened as the woman's search for her poison of choice was discarded as well as her purse.
Listened as the barely audible noise of Riku's hungered growl was muffled by a throat, then a mouthful of blood.
Sora shivered slightly, hand practically growling with the lesson's ingrained into him.
Oh yes, his father would kill him. Would decapitate him, bleed him dry.
His mother wouldn't hesitate herself, she would raise an unshaking arm and level the gun to her only son's chest and fire fire fire away.
Sora's hand lifted to the spot on his chest the bullet would puncture, hand tapping there in thought.
But he didn't lose focus on the street before him, ready for any predator that might attempt claim on his almost-enemy lover's kill.
On any covern that might stake claim of the young as blood vampire drinking a girl dry in the dark alley way behind him.
Then he was distracted by footsteps to quiet to be human, movements to fast to be prey, and that vampire fell against him, arm's tight around a slim waist.
"So tired, Sora-angel-savior," he murmured, his breath heavy with the bitter after-taste of blood, "so weary."
The brunet shifted, a little motion to replace his weight.
"C'mon then, we'll find you a place to rest," the savior murmured, hand once more twining with his lover's.
"So sorry," Riku murmured back against the beating pulse on Sora's throat.
His sword hand burning now, Sora merely smiled.
"Nothing can ever hurt you now," the boy muttered, darkly but with a hint of cheer, "and that's all I ever needed from you."
No apologies, not when it was Sora who knew he'd failed.
They moved together, away from the dead body in the alleyway behind them, heading hand-in-hand to the hotel they'd claimed for their own.