Captured Hearts

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Vengeful

Science Center for Supernatural Beings- Japan Branch- Merpeople Enclosure- 12:00 AM

The water was cold at night, and as Fran navigated silently through the tunnel towards the werewolf enclosure, his face was solemn, and his own steady heartbeat seemed loud. He soon emerged at the surface of the water, and looked over at the nest of dried grass and leaves a distance away. In that nest lied two princes, both asleep and likely dreaming. Fran lifted himself onto the dirt, and, making sure that his tail didn't transform into human legs, he dragged himself over to the bed like a seal. He soon sat before the two princes, his eyes cold, and he leaned down, then pressed his icy, wet lips into Rasiel's cheek. The older, blonde werewolf awoke, and Fran indicated to the prince's brother. Jill nodded, and stood, stalking away from the nest in dignified silence.

Fran then slid into the nest, and wrapped his arms around the other prince's torso, pulling him up against his chest. Bel was silent for this, but did turn over, and his eyes locked into Fran's in deafening tension. The moment in which they gazed at each other lasted longer than Fran wanted, but it soon lost all tension as Bel leaned in and kissed the merman. Clearly, Fran's plan had worked. Bel had mistaken him for Mammon. When Fran realized that the coast was clear, he turned Bel over, and slid his cold fingers over Bel's bare chest, making sure to alert the prince to his intentions. Bel's cheshire grin was wide and white in the black lighting of the enclosure, and Fran smiled, reaching out and caressing the prince's cheek.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, Monta," Bel returned quietly, reaching up and running his fingers up and down the merman's spine. Fran shuddered, and came in, then, to imitate a werewolf's mating habits, licked Bel's cheek. The action was convincing enough, and Bel soon breathed, "Taking dominence today, Monta?"

Fran nodded. "I want all of you to myself," he rasped. Bel giggled quietly, and laid back, and Fran proceeded to move on to the prince's more intimate areas, a grin playing on his shy lips as he took what belonged to him. Just as he drew down the other's pants, however, he was bowled over by another werewolf, and he grunted as a sopping wet wolf tail slapped over his legs, reverting them back into a merman's tail.

"You jealous little bastard!" howled the wolf. "How dare you try to take him away from me!"

"Mammon?" Fran gasped, before snarling, "Get off! He's mine!"

"He doesn't want you!" Mammon barked. "He's never shown an ounce of love for you, Fran!"

Even though his eyes were getting watery, the merman cried, "But he mated with me! Just the other night!"

Knowing that he couldn't argue against that, Mammon growled and bit down on Fran's shoulder with sharpened, predatory fangs that tore the skin as well as a vampire's fangs could. Fran gasped, then retaliated by throwing his tail up, winding the werewolf as well as throwing him back. As they fought, Bel watched, intruiged, his ears forward as he smelled the blood of Fran. Once he realized that Fran had sneakily attempted to mate with him, the prince blushed, because he had come to the realization of how skillfully Fran had touched him, and that the merman had actually adopted werewolf mating habits, as if to impress him. Bel now didn't care who came out on top, because he'd be satisfied with either one of them, and on that note, he lied down on his stomach, his tail sweeping over the ground in anticipation of seeing more.

"You've picked a fight with the wrong wolf, Fran! My parents used to hunt your kind for dinner!" Mammon hissed as he pulled himself up off the ground. "Don't you get it? I can tear you apart!"

"I don't care!" Fran cried. "It's Bel or death for me!"

Mammon's wolf ears went limp at the words, as if ashamed that he was unable to say the same, but he quickly got back on track, and tackled the merman, who continued to lie, seemingly defenseless, on the ground. Fran responded to the move by swinging a fist up and nailing it into Mammon's stomach, causing the werewolf to whimper quietly. "Give up," Mammon panted. "He's... not yours..." Fran slammed his tail onto the other's side, and Mammon yelped in pain. "He's... he's mine...," he rasped, his voice growing weak.

Suddenly, another werewolf dashed out, and grabbed Mammon, then yanked him back. "Don't kill yourself!" the werewolf barked. "Fran's too strong for you!"

"Bel... please...," Mammon whimpered, coming towards the other werewolf. The other backed up slightly, starting to say, 'I'm not...,' but when their lips met, the other couldn't protest. Belphegor rose from his bed, and scrambled over to Fran, then sat down uncertainly beside him.

"You okay...?" he murmured. Fran sniffled, then buried himself in the prince's chest.

"I'm sorry, Jill... I tried... I tried so hard... I'm just... not good enough...," he whimpered.

Dumbstruck, Bel weaved his fingers into the damp, teal hair, and murmured, "I'm... not Rasiel."

When it dawned on Fran that it wasn't Rasiel, he was both stunne, and touched at the same time. "Bel...?" he rasped. The other gave a nod, and Fran hugged the prince tighter than ever, and silently sobbed into the blonde's chest. Bel's ears lied flat with shame as he realized how cruelly he had been treating the merman, and as he looked back to Mammon, who was unknowingly kissing Rasiel, he decided that things were fine as they were. He took Fran back to his bed, and continued to comfort the merman, stroking down his back. However, Mammon soon realized just who it was that he was kissing, and he backed up, shocked.

"I- I'm sorry, Rasiel... uh... I..."

"Don't worry about it," Rasiel replied. "I don't mind. You're... pretty cute, Mammon." Mammon glanced back at Bel, then looked at Rasiel, and he trembled. The older prince sighed, and patted Mammon's head. "It's okay. Take some time to mourn the loss... then talk to me if you're intrested."

The other wolf stalked away, and Rasiel stared after him in pity, before walking back towards his own nest, and not minding the merman who intruded on their space. "Jill...," Bel rasped as he glanced back at him. "Thanks. I have a feeling that you helped make this happen." Jill gave a tired nod, and curled up, his back to the two so that they could have their privacy.

Meanwhile... on the opposite end of the enclosure...

"Ugh... way to wake me up," Colonello groaned, standing. He glanced at the other werewolf that was curled up beside him, and grinned. "I pity you, dammit," he sighed, before stalking out of the enclosure. He soon realized that the door to the hunting enclosure was open, and he weaved through it, coming out upon a group of vampires as he did so. It seemed as though it was their hunting period. Colonello grinned, seeing Fon, and ran over to him, smiling brightly. "Fon!" he called. The vampire looked back at him, and his black eyes grew solemn.

"Colonello...," he murmured. The army werewolf slowed to a stop, and cocked his head, confused.

"What's up, dammit?" he asked. Fon sighed, and wrapped his arms around the other, and, feeling the warmth of Fon's robes against his bare chest, Colonello rubbed into the fabric, and gave Fon's ear a lick. "I missed you," he murmured, "why'd they change the schedules, dammit?"

If Colonello's head hadn't been against Fon's shoulder, he might have been able to see the gleam of a tear as it tracked down the Chinese vampire's face. "You're sweet," Fon rasped. "You're so sweet."

Fon looked down at the bare neck that was exposed to him, and trembled, feeling in his single true fang the lust that rarely ever hit him. He wanted that blood above everything else. He craved it. His hands traveled up the other's toned back, and Fon came in, then planted a kiss on the crook of the werewolf's neck. He then dragged his tongue along it, torturing himself as he resisted the urges that flowed through his veins.

"Oh, Colonello," he panted. "I want you so bad."

Colonello gently pushed the vampire back, and murmured, "What's wrong? If it's blood you want, go ahead, dammit."

"No... no, I can't," Fon cried, "Colonello... I'm... Heartsick."

Colonello's eyes grew wide. "How?"

"I gave my cousin blood to revive him from a fainting. He had it... I didn't know... and now... now... I'm...!" Fon broke down afterwards, unable to fight any longer, and he sank his fangs into Colonello's neck, then drank heartily, and his mouth cradled the blood that flowed into it, savoring every drop as his true fang gave him indescribable pleasure. The Chinese vampire moaned, clinging desperately to Colonello as he greedily took the blood, and soon, he had Colonello making similar sounds.

"Fon, I don't care...," Colonello panted. "I don't care that you have Heartsickness. I'm sure I won't get it... not yet... hah... not now... because I don't know if... what I feel for you is..."

Fon parted from the werewolf, and, licked his lips, then took a few steps back. "If you're not sure... what am I supposed to do?" he whimpered. "You... don't feel the same...?"

"Now, Fon... Heartsickness makes your emotions a little more vivid... calm down," Colonello rasped. "I do love you... but true love...? I need to think about that, dammit."

Fon walked away in silence, then, as if collecting himself, stood upright, and leaned into a martial arts position. He sighed, and Colonello watched, fascinated, as Fon drew himself up, and then relaxed once more. "Leave me," Fon breathed. "Allow me to settle." Feeling a bit bad about himself, Colonello stalked back to the pond, to fish for a while.

Fon performed a few moves as he stood there, and, growing hot under his cloak, he took off his robes, and left them in the grass as he practiced without them. His body was well toned beneath his cloak, and the muscles flexed and relaxed beneath them, showing their hidden power as he worked. He gave a gentle groan as he felt a drop of blood seep into his mouth from between the halves of his false fang, and he whimpered, closing his eyes as the sweet ecstasy clouded his senses. He never wanted to feel like that again. He didn't want to develop a high from the blood; he didn't want to lose himself to an addiction.

His heart throbbed with need as he looked back at Colonello, and he closed his eyes instantly, too pained to keep watching. The sting of knowing that he was alone in the world was more vivid than ever as he reached in and hugged himself, feeling a sudden dizziness overtake him. The throbbing of his heart migrated to his head, and he collapsed, unable to take the pain any longer.

-End Chapter

A~ah, and the B26 scene is resolved! :D We'll see more on that pairing a little later. Hehe~

Video update: I'm missing most of the scenes I'll need for the story... in fact, I have three pictures total (one's a transition scene). I'm expanding the time until next month! Available scenes at the moment are:

1. Hibari bowing to Mukuro when his full name is given.

2. Hibari wiping tomato juice off of his lips, blushing in embarrassment.

3. Basil/Hibari kissing. (With Hibari looking suprised about it, of course.)

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