The following afternoon, Mondo went to visit Ishimaru at his house. Ishimaru had come back home after telling his kyoudai the secret that drastically demented his life: he was a vampire. Mondo was walking up that staircase; a large bloodstain on his shirt. He had got into some fights with some other gangs down the block, and he had a fresh open wound on his breast. His white tank top had a blotch of blood where the wound lied underneath. Totally forgetting the obvious fact that vampires were attracted to blood, he knocked on the door. "Ishi? You are in there, right?" He called. "Yes, kyoudai! I am most certainly present! Hold on just a moment!" Ishimaru shouted back.

The gang leader could hear the rustling of a carpet and the patting of what might have been his cape. Unlocking the door, the prefect smiled, which soon turned into a death stare at the sight of the blood. "Kyoudai… What is that on your shirt?" Taking in a light whiff of the air, his eyes widened even more. "Kyoudai…" Mondo rushed inside, slamming the door shut and putting pressure on the wound. "Bro, it's all good. It's just a battle scar, y'know?" Ishimaru covered his mouth with his hands, and at that point, Mondo realized what he was making a huge fuss about. "Oh shit… You're a vamp… Forgot." He clicked his tongue. "I'm gonna hafta get used to that… Go ahead and bite me or some shit." Ishimaru shook his head frantically in response. "I do not feast on blood, kyoudai! Nor will I ever! I refuse!"

The gang leader didn't take this as an excuse. This guy was a blood sucker for crying out loud! No wonder why he was so pale! Or maybe that was a vampire thing…? He could tell by his lover's restraints that he was holding something back. "I mean, I don't care if I become vamp or anything… I just want you to be okay." Ishimaru folded his arms in protest. "Kyoudai, this is a completely different matter at hand! I would never want to share the curse I have to bear with you! I don't want you to deal with what I already have to go through… It would pain me even more than those few weeks away…" Mondo sighed at the prefect's comment, and slid his hand down his bloody shirt. Ishimaru peeked through his cape, which he had enveloped himself in, and watched as Mondo slipped two fingers into his wound. Blood oozed down his chest, and Ishimaru gasped loudly, as he then pulled out two fingers soaked with warm flesh. "I dunno if this still counts, but you need to at least taste it." Ishimaru shook his head madly in denial. "Please do not feed me! I-I'm scared! Frightened! Kyoudai no!" He pleaded, just as the leader of the Crazy Diamonds forced his fingers through the prefect's mouth.

He didn't mind that he had accidentally scraped up against his fangs; the saliva seemed to soothe him. Ishimaru stared wide eyed at the sight. He never thought this day would come. Blood was dripping from his lips; he looked as festive as he could be. That metallic taste… It was almost lustful to him. It was almost incredible. Why hadn't he discovered this before?! This was the reason why; he didn't want to dwell upon pleasure. Shortly after Ishimaru's soliloquy, Mondo brought his fingers out of the vampire's mouth. He knew to because he could feel Ishimaru's tongue sliding in between his fingers to clean up every bit. "See? Not bad, eh?" Ishimaru wiped the blood from his lips and covered himself in his cape once again. "I will not say a word."

This made the gang leader smirk. "Kyoudai, you can bite me. Go on." Ishimaru still refused. "I will never… Give in to my pleasures…" He breathed, pulling his kyoudai into a light embrace. The gang leader could tell what he was trying to do, due to the tactics of trying to approach his neck. "Kyoudai… I…" He stuttered, gently scraping his fangs against the warm flesh. "Bite me." Mondo repeated, as Ishimaru crossed his arms over Mondo's back, reaching close to his shoulders and biting him harshly in the neck.

To Mondo, it felt like two needles had been shoved into his upper side, but it felt somewhat… Good; Knowing that his lover was alright and healthy. Ishimaru stayed there for a while, praying that Mondo would either not notice or not care; hopefully it was one or the other and indeed it was. Oowada didn't really care what his lover did, as long as he was satisfied. A few more seconds passed, and Ishimaru pulled away, panting. "I think that's enough…" He said through breaths, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "Kyoudai? Are you alright? Do you need medical attention? Maybe a glass of water?"

The prefect continued, going on a slight rant about medical safety. "I hope that did not violate anything, or else I would never forgive myself!" Mondo shushed him and placed a finger over his lips. "You needed to do that. I get it, trust me. Don't be so hard on yourself, bro!" Ishimaru sighed. "I guess you're right…" Leading the way into the kitchen, he made his lover a glass of water and set it in front of him before sitting parallel from him. Mondo situated himself in the chair and smiled at the prefect. "You feeling alright?"

"Me? I'm fine! I'm more concerned about you."

"No need to worry, my man. Everything's okay. Maybe I'm one of those 'protected ones' or something." He joked, getting a boisterous laugh from the hall monitor. "I do not believe such things exist! That would be quite diplomatic!" Snickering like a dork, Mondo leaned forward. "So… How did I taste, hmm?" He asked slyly. Ishimaru blinked a couple times in shock, before his face legitimately turned a shade of red. "You were…" He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Rather tasty…" He didn't mind telling anyone directly what he thought. This was the truth, anyway. Why lie about what was true? "Good. That's what I like to hear. They're starting up another school again for Super High School Level's in a couple of weeks. I slipped a note under your door…" Ishimaru nodded, and pulled that exact note from his pocket. "This? Yes, it's an acceptance letter! Thank you for retrieving my mail for me!"

"Actually, I…" Now it was Mondo's turn to blush. "I requested all your mail be sent to me. I gave you what was important. That's all that really came. The rest was shitty magazines." Ishimaru chuckled. "That was very thoughtful of you, kyoudai. I would have done the same if you were away. Now…," He began. "How am I going to travel about the school?" "I'll stay by your side. Don't worry, I knew what you meant." Ishimaru's blush grew. "Thank you… So much, kyoudai… I hope I didn't drink… Too much… I don't want to cause you to grow dizzy or anything of that nature!" Mondo shushed him once again. "Hey, hey! It's fiiiine, I'm alright!" The prefect crossed his knee over the other. "I believe you." Mondo looked around, and noticed it was late out. "Hey, it's gettin' late. I gotta go get this checked out," He notified his wound, "and I gotta go fill up my tank for tomorrow's run. Was great hearin' from ya again."

The both of them stood up, as Mondo gave his lover a light peck on the cheek. "Be good." He concluded, heading out the door. Ishimaru smiled, and waved from the door until he was out of sight. "Don't get into any trouble! No fights! I don't want any police calls! Don't talk to strangers! Don't—" Mondo honked at Ishimaru to shut up. "I got it! I'll see ya tomorrow!" "Goodbye!" He called back, smiling. Lots of things happened, but everything that did was something to remember.