Monster length chapter alert! IT'S BECAUSE OF THE SMUT. Whenever I put smut in, it's too many words! I also wanted to put the smut in sooner but the plot got in the way I'm so sorry OTL But I'm assuming you all like the plot so not sorry? Maybe? Ah I'll just shut up.

Also I haven't written smut in ages so I'm sorry if it sucks (ha punpunpunpun). *cries*


Chapter 14: Uncertain Suspicions

The room was quiet. The door was locked. Three men stood facing each other in the light of the moonlight streaming through the blinds and one small desk lamp.

Hirohito broke the silence. "Takao, I overheard you speaking about the Pureblood Act. How you think this is a repeat."

Takao bit his lip. "I was told that purebloods were attacked back then as well. And that a lot of them died."

Hirohito's fists clenched. "I was there at the ruling. I was one of those who signed the papers that allowed purebloods many legal powers over the mixed," his voice was deadpan. "I was there when the tension between the purebloods and mixed bloods broke ten years later. I was there to fight them. It was bloody, and…" Hirohito paused as he felt his voice becoming unstable. He would not waver, not now. "And unforgivable things were done. I thought the same before, that this was related, but I'm just digging up old fears. It's in the past now, forty years in the past. The law has since been abolished. We have moved on. We all have."

It sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

Takao swallowed. "But the purebloods-"

"The purebloods are everything to the race," Hirohito snapped, and Takao held back a frown at the remark. Saying purebloods were everything was a bit of a stretch, in his opinion. "If some werewolves want the vampires dead, of course they would aim for the purebloods. That's how they get attention. Forty years ago, even kin were enemy. Vampire on vampire, werewolf on werewolf, friend on friend. Right now is absolutely different. We know the killer is a werewolf."

"They could have swapped targets!" Takao spoke up. "Vampires off the werewolves and vice-versa."

"That would just cause unnecessary strife between vampires and werewolves. The mixed bloods of the past wanted the purebloods dead, not all of their own kind in general," Hirohito shook his head, memories still too raw. "At this rate, it war breaks out, everyone will be involved! Not just us…not just the purebloods." Hirohito rubbed his face tiredly. "This perpetrator seems intent on starting something against the vampires, and I don't think they care who gets involved, purebloods or mixed. The purebloods could just be the first in line for execution. Everyone must be on their guard."

Takao still felt uneasy. Hirohito made valid points, but the younger vampire couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to this than just someone trying to hurt the vampire species. "What if…someone is trying to get werewolves and vampires to fight each other?"

"Then they're doing a horrible job of it," Hirohito huffed. "It seems pretty biased against the vampires." He turned his attention to Midorima. "Now, for your theories, if you please, Doctor."

The doctor sighed, turning around. "You want the truth? I don't know if that's what it is, but…" He placed the storybook in his hands back onto the table and picked up a heavier tome. "Akashi has made it clear he no longer wants any of my theories, saying he's too busy organising the Blood Moon Festival, but I have been continuing my investigations regardless. I have gone as far as to let my family know of the situation, and they are requesting further help from outside sources."

Hirohito frowned. "This is not a public matter-"

"If you disagree, then I will not say more on the matter," Midorima stated, continuing when Hirohito waved him on. "Good. Now, given by the rate of decay of the body, preliminary research suggests…" he hesitated for a fraction of a second before continuing. "I believe that the souls of the victims are being forcibly removed upon death. These aren't ordinary killings made by ordinary weapons."

Hirohito raised his eyebrows. "I assumed they were enchanted weapons as our protective seals were broken, but soul removal? I've never heard of such a thing…"

Midorima pushed up his glasses. "You have, Aomine-sama. Maybe not in a way you realised. You see, all soul magic is soul removal in a sense." He winced. "Except the soul usually removed is the caster's own, piece by piece."

"So what?" Hirohito crossed his arms, his expression troubled. "You're saying a sorcerer is behind this?"

"Not necessarily," Midorima picked up another book and flipped to a page he had dog-eared. He handed it over, tapping at the yellowed illustrations on the ageing paper. "This is a book I found in our old archives about enchanted weapons. Unfortunately it's in a language that's now extinct, but you can see the images. Examples of weapons carved with sigils, of what they do I don't know. But it is possible that a weapon could be made that could both nullify seals and rip souls from bodies. It would match the evidence," Midorima pursed his lips. "Of course, I've never seen anything like that before, and wouldn't know where one could get such a thing…" He trailed off when he saw the blood drain from the pureblood's face. "Aomine-sama?"

"T-this…" Hirohito stuttered, and that alone was enough for Takao and Midorima to share an alarmed glance. "I thought it was just decoration..."he muttered under his breath. "This isn't possible. I…I don't…it's locked away, and the other one, the other one is with Ryuu…" The book dropped from his hands with a heavy thud. "Kagami Taiga. The weapon. Maybe he has it…!"

He was out of the room in seconds, leaving the other two staring at the door in bewilderment.

"That was strange," Takao snorted, crouching down to pick up the volume. He squinted at the drawings. There were two daggers, completely identical, except one had a shine on it as though it had been made of some metal and the other had detailed wood grain etched on the hilt. Every surface was covered in swirling designs that made his eyes swim. It was pretty, in a psychedelic sort of way. "What are these?"

"I'm not certain as to their importance," Midorima's gaze was lost in thought, and he picked up the storybook from earlier, passing it to Takao. "This copy is now illegible, I have a better kept one in my family archives. These are the only two we have discovered so far, and this one was found in a sorry state."

Takao squinted at it. "I can't read Latin, Shin-chan."

"Vespertilio, Lupus, et Senem Homo. The bat, the wolf and the old man." Midorima's voice was cold. "It's a story. Of the fabled origins of vampires and werewolves."


"Something's bothering you?"

Kagami looked away from the fireplace to where Kuroko stood by the doorway. "Ah, no…" He pursed his lips. He had been trying to piece together over the past few days to work out any answers about recent events, but there was only so much he could do alone. He had to get help, and maybe showing Riko and Kuroko the dagger and explaining that there was a copy would help the investigation, no matter how suspicious it made him look.

And there was the matter of Aomine. The emptiness inside of his was barely there when he was with Aomine, but now that they hadn't seen each other in days, it had begun gnawing at him again. This restless need, coiling in his stomach and boiling under his skin.

Soft lips on his own, hands in his hair, that heady scent filling his head.

Kagami clutched his shirt and the ring under it, closing his eyes. Those dreams…even though they weren't cohesive, he was now almost certain they were memories, somehow repressed. He had met Aomine, but who knew how long ago. And if this was what Alex meant when she said he would find answers here, then he couldn't sit around and wait for the Blood Moon Festival. It was possible he could get them sooner. But he couldn't do it alone.

"Kagami-kun?"

"Where's Riko-san?" Kagami stood up. I should probably talk to Aomine's father too. He knows much more than he told me, and he knows my father. He must know something.

"She was called out to Harajuku just minutes ago," Kuroko frowned sadly. "Something about another attack."

Kagami opened his mouth to ask for details when his nose twitched and his tail flicked excitedly. He ran over to the window. "Aomine," he whispered. "He's here. I'm going out."

Kuroko grimaced. "Be careful, Kagami-kun. The attack happened not an hour or so ago, and it was on a werewolf, that much I know."

"Harajuku's nowhere near, and I'll be with Aomine!" Kagami grinned. "We'll be fine!"

"At least stay inside our grounds," Kuroko advised, flickering his gaze over the near full moon.

Slightly over four weeks for the Blood Moon Festival. Will everything boil over then, or sooner?


A heeled boot tapped impatiently on the tiled floors of the train platform, the owner seething in barely restrained frustration.

The guard swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry miss, but a passenger claimed they saw you cleaning a…gun…in your carriage. They also declared to have seen more weapons in your suitcase. As per protocol, we need to check your cases."

Her teeth were grinding, and her dark eyes flashed with impatience. "I am in a rush! There are people dying, and you expect me to dilly dally here? I have a son and husband I must comfort!" she snapped, starting to wrestle her bag back from the guard.

"M-miss, I can't allow that, if you resist you may be arrested-" the guard winced. The woman had a strong grip, and this was becoming more of a tug-o-war. What kind of comfort can this kind of woman provide?!

A taller figure stepped beside the woman and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Yuuki-sama, it would be faster for us to show this guard our permits and be on our way," the owner of the cool voice smiled, his squinting eyes hidden behind glasses. "And I told you cleaning your weaponry in public was a bad idea," he muttered as an offside.

"Fuck off, Imayoshi!" the woman shook his hand away. "And what permits? You think I can be bothered to carry around official papers with me all the time?!" She tugged even harder, and that force was enough to snap the lock on the luggage and spill its contents all over the floor.

There was an audible gasp from the gathering crowd as what could definitely be called a portable arsenal revealed itself.

An assortment of guns, knives, and a pair of nunchaku gleamed silver – recently cleaned – under the artificial lighting.

The guard paled, his hands trembling as he reached for his radio.

"Now, now," Imayoshi placed a hand on the guard's own, his grin freezing the man. He reached into his coat and the guard braced himself for an attack, but the taller man just drew out a sheaf of papers with the government seal on them. "Here is the documentation."

Yuuki flicked her long black tresses over her shoulder, lipstick red lips bunched in a pout. "If you had them, you should have handed them over ages ago!" she huffed, starting to pack her bag again.

"And miss their expressions of horror? I think not," Imayoshi chuckled, bending down to help her.

"I really am in a rush, you know!" she snorted. "Why did I even hire you as my assistant? You're a real piece of work, you sly fox."

Imayoshi glanced at her, eyes drawn to the amused smile on her lips. "Look who's talking."


Aomine met Kagami at the gates. He was only slightly surprised to see the werewolf waiting for him; he had sensed Kagami's presence quite some distance away, as no doubt Kagami had sensed his.

"Hey," Aomine grinned at Kagami, who was reminding him of a happy puppy with his swaying tail and wide smile.

Kagami didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Aomine's waist. It had been so long that embarrassment had flown out the window, and it was taking all Kagami could do to not climb all over the vampire. He settled for some nuzzling, breathing in deeply. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. Sorry it took me so long, Father's been keeping me busy," he ruffled Kagami's hair. For someone so afraid of dogs, Kagami resembled one a bit too much. Aomine stroked the soft fur of one of Kagami's ears and the redhead shivered. "Maybe we should move away from the entrance…"

Kagami nodded, dragging Aomine away to another part of the wooded reserve. "We should be alone here. Everyone is most likely indoors by now anyway," he said, leaning against a tree and hoping the darkness hid the light blush on his face. "And…speaking of your father, I think I need to talk to him," Kagami added, moving forward slightly and touching noses with Aomine.

"You're not the only one," Aomine pulled Kagami closer, and found it harder for his mind to stay on track. "Even though I disagreed before, now I really think that we've-"

"Met before?" Kagami finished his sentence for him. "Yeah, but the fact that neither of us remember it is really weird. Maybe-"

"Something happened and we both forgot?" Aomine sighed. "That's a bit of a stretch, but I can't think of anything else. Father is hiding something. I don't know where he is right now, but…" his eyes widened. "My mother is back. She may know things, not as much as my father but at least something. But we should probably wait until she's settled, Satsuki is there for her…ah! Werewolves!" His grip tightened and Kagami jumped as he was pressed further against Aomine's hot body. "A werewolf was attacked in Harajuku, and apparently by a vampire."

Kagami's eyes widened. "I knew about the attack, but…a vampire?" His eyebrows furrowed. "Revenge killing?"

"Maybe, I don't know any details, but you should be careful."

Kagami grinned, his lips brushing Aomine's own, cheeks flushing. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself. If you need it, I can take care of you too," he winked, shifting his hips to demonstrate clearly what needed taking care.

Aomine stiffened, his face warming. "You're feeling bold today."

"No," Kagami gripped Aomine's hair and pulled him down for a kiss, all fangs and tongue. "I'm just feeling needy." He rubbed a little harder to make his point.

"Yeah, I can feel that," Aomine said breathily, running his hand down Kagami's back and wrapping it around Kagami's tail. He tugged gently and Kagami moaned into his mouth, a sound that went straight to Aomine's groin.

"I need to feel your skin," Kagami's claws scrabbled at Aomine's buttons and his teeth nipped at Aomine's lips.

Aomine began unbuttoning his shirt and working on Kagami's. Kagami's skin was so smooth and golden under the moonlight, and the way he trembled was driving Aomine crazy. Kagami wasn't in any better shape, loving the feel of Aomine's muscles under his fingers. He tilted his head back as Aomine left a trail of hickeys down his chest, the pleasure overtaking any pain, the heat under his skin so close to breaking out. Aomine grabbed his hips and slammed him against the tree, and Kagami instinctively wrapped one leg around Aomine's waist and resumed his grinding.

He'd been a bit hot and bothered just sensing Aomine, but with their mouths on each other, it had just become downright painful. He didn't know what was causing this, but he knew he didn't want to stop. The emptiness in his chest was being replaced by a fiery breathlessness.

This felt right.

"Wait," Aomine mumbled, even though his hand had now started to work on Kagami's zipper. "We're in public…" He didn't mention that that was also a major turn on. Kagami might've slapped him.

"Seriously thinking about that now?" Kagami groaned against Aomine's neck. "Nobody's gonna come here…promise…as long as we don't do anything drastic…just please…oh god…" he hissed when he felt cold air hit his erection.

"Is this too fast? Are we moving too fast?" Aomine's hand hesitated, and Kagami looked up at him blearily.

"Aomine…" the redhead sighed, seeing the concern in the vampire's eyes, even though his pupils were blown wide with excitement. "We said…we would go at our own pace…right? I want this. I really, really want this, so bad it hurts, okay?" Kagami shifted a little bit of his weight off Aomine with a little disappointment. "But if you don't, then we can stop…"

Aomine looked at Kagami's downcast eyes, and the slight pout on those plush lips. I was worried for nothing. He wants this just as much as I do. "Okay, but I don't want it to be messy, so…" he pushed Kagami back against the trunk. "Don't move. I have fangs and I don't want to hurt you. Also, try not to make too much noise, or you might wake someone up," he added with a cheeky twist of his lips.

"W-what-?" Kagami felt like he was going to faint went Aomine knelt down in front of him and took him in his mouth. He slammed his head against the bark, his claws scraping at the wood and his mouth open in wet panting. "A-Aho…" He tried to pull back but felt a tight grip on his hips, stopping both backward and forward movement. A warning scrape of dangerous fangs against his delicate hot flesh sent a wave of arousal through him that threatened to buckle his knees. "Don't…!"

Aomine loved feeling Kagami's legs pressed lightly against the sides of his head and desperate hands fumbling in his hair. The werewolf's pants had shifted low enough for Aomine to feel the soft sweaty skin of Kagami's inner thighs and sense the trembling of his legs.

The only bad thing about giving Kagami a blowjob was the smell. It wasn't bad, it was intoxicating. Feeling that fresh hot blood pumping under the thin skin was making Aomine's stomach clench. He hadn't had blood in a while, he'd been off it more than usual lately, more so ever since he met Kagami. He had to end this quick, before he had the urge to bite Kagami in the worst possible spot ever. He sucked extra hard, licking slowly and heavily with his tongue.

"Ah, D-Daiki…I'm…! Ahhn…"

Aomine made the mistake of looking up, and the vision of Kagami's kiss-bruised lips wet and open in barely held back moans, together with that becoming flush on his tanned skin made Aomine groan, sending vibrations through Kagami's body.

Kagami's choked cry and tensing posture was the cue Aomine needed.

Kagami felt his orgasm rip through him almost painfully with the sheer amount of relief that went along with it, and he slumped right down the tree trunk until he was face to face with Aomine. Aomine leaned forward to kiss him dirtily, and Kagami gasped at the taste. "You…swallowed it?"

"I said I didn't want it to be messy," Aomine smirked, scratching behind Kagami's velvety wolf ears and smiling when Kagami pressed into the touches.

"And I said nothing drastic. That was pretty drastic," Kagami could feel his face heat up past the afterglow, and he shoved Aomine's shoulder as he sluggishly did his pants back up. "Dumbass. Now I gotta return the favour."

Aomine winced before grinning speeishly. "Actually, all your moaning and grabbing and clutching and begging did it for me. I'm going to have to need new pants, by the way."

"I-I did not beg!" Kagami squeaked, and then glanced down at Aomine's pants. It was too dark to see anything, but he believed the vampire. "Sorry…even when you didn't want a mess. I'll lend you some pants."

"You still owe me! You better return the favour tenfold," Aomine hummed, pulling at Kagami's fluffy tail. It flicked back almost playfully, like it had a mind of its own.

"How does that even work?" Kagami laughed, and Aomine couldn't tear his eyes away from the way Kagami's gaze warmed and his lips pulled into a shy but happy smile. He wished he could capture this moment, put it in a glass globe and place it on his shelf, shake it to see it glitter the way Kagami's eyes did.

Oh my god, I'm such a goner.


Hanamiya hissed as he looked at the wound on his arm, washing away the blood in the bathroom sink as the cut healed over. "I didn't know helping you would involve bodily harm."

"If you want to help me get rid of the purebloods, stop complaining," the sorcerer sitting on the bed muttered, his fully golden eyes staring at the near full moon in the sky. "Two days from now is another full moon. Time is running short, and for some reason, I've got a bad feeling about them…" Akashi – if he even was Akashi – closed his eyes and crossed his legs, taking a deep breath. He muttered words from a dead language in some sort of spell, and Hanamiya felt the sound slide up his arms like a tangible thing.

Magic is…ugh, Hanamiya grimaced.

Akashi stiffened, snapping his eyes open. He waved a hand at the dresser on the other side of the room, and a drawer snapped open. Two blades whirled through the air and floated in front of him, one wooden and one silver. His face twisted in disgust at the sight of the weapons. The wooden one still had some blood on it, but the silver one had been cleaned from its usage from two hours ago. "Hanamiya."

Hanamiya frowned. "Again? But we just-"

"This is an emergency," he snapped "They're both in the same spot, so we can aim to kill both of them. They aren't fully trained, so it shouldn't be hard. But there's only one of me. I'll have to hypnotise someone, though…or should I reanimate a corpse…"

Hanamiya tried to stay calm. "I have no idea what you're on about, Akashi."

"They're too close to bonding!" Akashi growled. "And that's not good. No, no, it's a myth, but then most people think I'm a myth, so I need to stop them."

Hanamiya slammed a hand against the bathroom countertop. "Who?"

Akashi's golden eyes flashed with anger, and maybe a hint of apprehension. "That dog and that bloodsucker. Kagami Taiga and Aomine Daiki."


I actually wanted to put something very important into this chapter, but it was becoming way too long and I didn't want it to drag out. It will definitely be in the next chapter, and yes, it's the moment you have all been waiting for ;D