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bitetoall136Title: Unbreakable
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bite_to_all136
Genre: Supernatural, Action/Adventure, AU, Romance, Some Humor
Warnings: mxm relationships, cursing, smut
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings: Akira/Yutaka, Yutaka/Akira (Reita/Kai, Kai/Reita), Takamasa/Kouyou (Miyavi/Uruha), mentions of Takanori/OC (Ruki/OC), Yuu/Ni~ya (Aoi/Ni~ya{Nightmare})
Summary: It was the first scent that caught his curiosity; the first taste which began the addiction that was key to opening the gates of the truth. Put on assignment by his lawful creator, Akira finds his life –his entire existence, beginning to unfold in scattered pieces, all thanks to a very unlikely suspect: Yutaka, the supposed easy going veterinarian student.
Notes: Originally requested bysachiko_241, was going to be a oneshot, but I decided on a minichapter fic <3 This whole fic will be dedicated just to her :P
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the mediocre story line.
(Character List)
Previous Chapters: (Prologue)(Chapter 1)(Chapter 2)(Chapter 3)(Chapter 4)(Chapter 5)
Chapter 6
“Shun-san is using me as a distraction…”
“…Takanori’s people were sent to gather him for my leader…”
“I’m trying…trying to help you.”
Ni~ya’s words wouldn’t stop. They were like a record player on the fritz; constantly rewinding and playing the same bits over and over again, sounding like nothing but a repetitive mumble of sounds and slurs. It was almost as if the two tail’s words were harrying Yuu’s mind; tormenting him as if by constant attack. His mind just wouldn’t stop reeling, even as he continued running through the multi-inch thick levels of snow in his preferred Husky form, his final destination just yards away. The Husky is an ever-changing cross-breed of the fastest canines; the largest and most powerful, and that’s exactly what Yuu needs to be for who he was about to come face to face with.
When Ni~ya’s explanation had ended -only for Yutaka’s screams to follow seconds later, the shifter found himself having to evade all suspicion he held over the young kitsune and put his full trust into the near stranger. It was something he would have never thought to do in all his existence, but he found himself really having no choice but to do just that when he found himself and the kitsune at the back of the University, no Yutaka in sight, but Akira’s lingering smell casting over the entire surface area.
Before Yuu had even had the chance to begin flipping out and graining his attacks -both verbal and physical, into Ni~ya’s fox form, Yuu had found the kitsune standing beside him in his barest, his wan white skin exposed on every inch and dark green eyes staring at him calmly.
“We need to split up. Takanori’s men shouldn’t be taking Yutaka back to kitsune headquarters for a few more hours, so he should still be with the vamps for now. However, I know how vindictive Shun-san can be…It may be a good idea for me to report back so he doesn’t suspect anything.”
Word for word; that was exactly what Ni~ya had said, his calm which was equal to that of the ocean on a cool summer’s day never once transgressing above restful tranquility. Ni~ya should be someone who’s hard to trust. Kitsunes have been known for their sly tricks, their ability to fuck with your mind making up for what they lacked in strength, but somehow his hasty position and with how the pale kitsune held himself so levelly, Yuu trusted him within a fraction of a heartbeat.
Before Yuu could even get another word out, Ni~ya pivoted about face, beginning to head back to the entrance of the University where his clothes lie. The school surroundings were still empty as ever, Yuu finally piecing together that this entire ‘fundraiser for abandoned animals’ was a sham; a complete and utter set up just to make it more convenient to gather Yutaka.
He could feel his anger flare. How could he have been so stupid?
“You can’t blame yourself.” Ni~ya, now fully clothed, bent at his knees and stroked a hand through Yuu’s black and white fur soothingly. “I know it is your pack’s responsibility to watch over him, and that you’ve taken on a majority of that responsibility, but it’s not your fault. Yutaka’s been back here for over twenty years, the cover Wataru-san created for him wasn’t meant to last forever.”
Ni~ya’s hand continued stroking, Yuu’s currently pale, winter blue eyes watching the kitsune carefully, easily picking up on his serenity. “We should get going now.” Ni~ya continued, brushing through Yuu’s thick fur one last time before standing and beginning to walk back in the direction from which he came; back to his own Leader.
As quick as he’d taken on his Husky form, Yuu just as quickly morphed back into his human form, winter blue irises morphing into his usual deep brown hue and ebony tendrils falling in straight lines down his back. In his bareness, his own skin contrasted Ni~ya’s, it a light complexion of olive instead of wan white; something that became exceptionally noticeable when their skin met, Yuu’s hand encompassing Ni~ya’s, stopping him from leaving and sending the kitsune rigid with his grip.
“Akira…Is it only your clan that knows of Akira’s and Yutaka’s connection?”
Slowly, Ni~ya turned, looking at Yuu over his shoulder; face still set calm. “For now, yes. Not even Takanori knows, which is why he’s probably giving Yutaka up to us so easily.” He paused, shimming out of Yuu’s hold cautiously and fully turning to face the shifter, his arms crossed over his chest. “However, that also means my clan is the only group who knows what’s key to triggering Yutaka’s memories. And as I told you earlier, Shun-san is vindictive…”
“What do you mean by that?” Yuu asked hurriedly, not bothering to even begin dressing himself, eyes refusing to leave Ni~ya as a way to hide that he already knew the answer…He just didn’t want to believe it.
Sighing, Ni~ya tossed some wavy locks behind his ear, sounding more frustrated than anything, yet still tranquil. “What I’m saying is Yutaka may not be Yutaka for much longer…”
Continuing his sprint and ignoring the gasps and awes of passer buyers as they mumbled how rare it was to see such an animal in Japan, Yuu came to a halt; the pads of his paws sliding over a thin layer of ice before he was able to even himself out and stare up at all the windows of the almost skyscraper.
Not having really thought out a proper plan, he stood there, almost frozen. Was he to just waltz his way up there, demanding to get Yutaka back? It was well known the power Takanori possessed. The man was over three centuries old, his longtime blood brother Takamasa falling short just a few years below him. Nobody fucked with them. Nobody asked anything of them. Ever. The kitsunes had been the first to attempt any feeble trade with Takanori in hundreds of years…Yuu can’t even begin to think how all this is going to end.
Mind still churning, his ears perked up as he heard the doors open and slam back shut, a familiar scent trapping him before he hid himself flat against the brick building, his eyes still able to peak around the corner.
Taking a few moments to watch the familiar being, Yuu could spot the distress on the honey blond a mile away. His long fingers discharged a cigarette from his back pocket and quickly lit up, blowing smoke out into the wintery morning, before taking his free hand and rubbing at his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He was exhausted. Overworked. Almost completely incoherent.
…And that’s when Yuu spotted his opportune moment.
Once more shifting back into his human form, he plastered his back flat against the icy wall –still feeling nothing but warmth, and took a few heavy breaths. He continued to watch the honey haired figure, waiting for him to become engrossed in his cigarette one more time, before he lurched forward; smashing the known being against the wall and smothering his sounds of surprise with the palm of his hand.
The cigarette the victim was holding fell from his fingers, filtering to the ground and blazing Yuu’s foot; the skin splitting, only to heal up in the next instant. The shifter could feel the exhausted man’s heart beat fervently, eyes that matched the color of his hair glaring at Yuu and strong hands attempting to push the shifter raven off of him.
Yuu’s features remained emotionless, his dead stare a threat itself. Slowly, a finger from his free hand made it up to his plush lips, telling the honey haired to remain silent, as the hand around the other’s mouth slowly removed itself; showing just how pissed off the man had become with his exposed fangs.
“This surely wasn’t where I was expecting to run into you again, Kouyou.” He pushed the halfling deeper into the wall, causing him to hiss; his hands still steadily trying to push Yuu away. “Why bother trying?” Yuu tightened his grip, squeezing Kouyou’s wrists and shoving them above the halfling’s head. “You know I’m stronger than you; always have been, always will be.”
“Fuck you, Shiroyama. I have nothing to do with you guys anymore, leave me the fuck alone.” He was able to push Yuu off him for a fraction of a second, the shifter barely falling back and giving him time to walk away before Yuu’s hands were wrapped around his neck, holding him flush against his exposed body and hissing venomously in his ear.
“You left the pack and went straight to the vamps like the little disloyal bitch you are! I should kill you right now, but seeing as you’re my ticket in to speak to your boss, it seems I’ll have to allow you to live.”
"Leave? I didin't fucking leave. I-"
"Shut. Up."
Yuu's grip tightened around Kouyou’s neck, cutting off the halfling’s air supply and sending him flailing for air. The halfling lifted his legs from under himself, his dead weight bringing Yuu down with him and causing his death tight grip to loosen, giving Kouyou the chance to seep his fangs into Yuu’s arm and tear off a meaty piece of flesh from the shifter. The pain sent Yuu screaming, his arms lifting on instinct and freeing Kouyou, allowing the hafling to break inside the building with his unnatural speed, his act of biting having done nothing but pissed Yuu off all the more.
Taking no time to pause, Yuu was on his feet and sprinting in after Kouyou; his arm slowly healing but still throbbing, as he padded against the tile floor, moving fast, but nowhere near as fast as the hafling. Using his keen scent to keep track of the halfling, Yuu turned a corner, finally stopping as he spotted Kouyou standing in the middle of a hall; his pale face coated in Yuu’s own blood.
Stuck in attack mode, Yuu lunged forward, knocking Kouyou to the ground, and straddling the halfling’s torso. Just as he was lifting his fist to weaken Kouyou’s will, he saw the halfling break into a crafty grin; sharp teeth exposed and droplets of blood adding to his deceitful action.
“What the fuck are you grinning about, you betraying piece of shit!” Yuu’s eyes shifted into a gleam of yellow; the color of acrimony.
“Now.” Was the only word Kouyou muttered before Yuu felt someone quickly approach behind him, his body barely getting the chance to turn a schism before the moving ray stopped, showing an inked raven with flexuous locks and inked skin holding a revolver, it pointed directly against the small of Yuu’s back.
Slowly turning back to Kouyou, eyes falling back into natural brown, he looked to the halfling, taking note of that tremorous smirk. “Not so strong now, are you, Yuu?”
The silver bullets were unloaded into his back before a syllable could even form, his body constricting in pain as his naked frame fell from Kouyou’s waist, landing on the floor and shaking.
Dusting off his body before he stood, Kouyou sauntered over to Takamasa, his arms lacing around his lover’s neck as a deep kiss was planted the inked man’s lips. “You taste like shifter.” Takamasa grimaced, his hands resting on Kouyou’s hips.
“Trust me,” Kouyou’s eyes flickered down to Yuu’s still body, before meeting back up with Takamasa’s midnight black orbs. “Not willingly, that’s all in the past.”
“You know him, then?” Kouyou graced Takamasa’s lips with another kiss before pulling away.
“I’ll explain all that later. For now, you take him downstairs and lock him up and I’ll go inform Taka. Yuu-” he paused waving off Yuu’s name, “-the shifter must know something if he’s here. Maybe he can help us find out who took Yutaka.”
“I love it when you get all bossy with me.” Takamasa teased while bending over to pick Yuu up and throw him over his shoulder; the shifter grunting some but in too much pain to try anything.
“Which is why I do it.” Kouyou replied, already trekking off towards Taka’s office, missing the grin his lover sent his way as he himself made his way to the holding cells which were kept in the downstairs basement.
Once outside his boss’s office, Kouyou took the sleeve of his shirt and wiped away the drying blood, only to bring his knuckles to the steel door; knocking thrice times. A grumbled ‘Come in’ was shouted, and when the halfling waltzed in he found Taka’s auburn head stuffed away in the hue of his laptop, frantically watching the recordings Takamasa was able to obtain from the University’s security room.
Sitting on his haunches by Takanori’s side, the halfling watched the video with the elder; eyes falling solemn as the scene unfolded in front of him. He and Akira may not have gotten along what so ever, hell, the blond despised Kouyou just because of his nature, but having to watch his boss’s fledgling fall to the ground in grueling pain as the dart dug into his skin was a horrid sight no matter the situation.
“I don’t get it.” Takanori spoke, hand resting by his mouth as the video continued, showing both Yutaka and Akira getting thrown into the back of a van by masked men. “I told Akira five o’clock, why the hell was he there so early in the morning? How did these men know he was going to be there?”
Kouyou sighed, his hand coming to rest on Takanori’s shoulder. “I really don’t think it was Akira they were after. He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, standing between what they needed.”
Takanori broke from Kouyou’s comforting gesture and leaned in closer to the screen, fingers tapping the mouse pad and rewinding; carefully analyzing the masked men. “I swear, if these assholes are the reason I lose my trade with the kitsunes and break my promise with Kioyaharu-sama…If they’re the reason I lose Akira, I’ll not rest a fucking wink until I finally track them down and slowly tear their body’s apart limb from fucking limb.”
Hands almost crushing the sides of his laptop at the mention of his late creator’s name, the auburn’s grip only loosened upon feeling the halfling’s grip on his shoulder once more. “Take a break from this and come down to the holding cells with me.”
“Why the hell would I do that?” Takanori spat, bringing his attention back to the screen in front of him.
“Because,” the halfling started, already beginning to stand. “We have a new prisoner that may be able to help us.”
Swiveling around in his chair, Taka stared at Kouyou hopefully. “Who?”
“Yuu Shiroyama, a shifter from the pack Wataru-san assigned to watch over Yutaka. He was with Yutaka just minutes before he disappeared.”
No more questions asked, the auburn shot from out of his seat with lightning speed, Kouyou right behind him as they began their descent to the holding cells.
***
Meanwhile, Ni~ya was on the verge of approaching the headquarters’ he’d spent the last sixteen years of his life a practical slave to. His mind was heavy with thoughts of the unknown, hardly able to keep any level of concentration. Sixteen years…Sixteen years it’s taken him to work his way to the top, to become entrusted enough to receive the most secretive of Intel, and here he was throwing it away, just for the sake of some shifter.
He’d originally planned to do just as his leader Shun had instructed; he was going to distract Yuu, allow Yutaka to get taken and be done with everything. Be that as it may, something in him changed paths the second Yuu had him pinned to the ground.
Those daring, deep, dark eyes reminded him so much of him. The way they boar into him so intensely, he couldn’t help but think back to the very person – the very reason why he’d even become involved with the kitsune clan instead of remaining estranged. It was like his past ghosts were coming back to taunt him and he now felt as if he had no choice but to help Yuu.
It however seemed that no sooner did he do what he deemed right did everything begin falling apart.
Ni~ya knew every detail about Yutaka’s pick up. Everything from the time, location, and even just who was assigned to grab him. Nothing had gone according to plan, and now Ni~ya fears his Leader may have used him in more than just one way.
Due to being the weaker bunch of the celestial groups, kitsunes are forced to go through vigorous training, not for physical strength, but instead superior knowledge. They have to embed into their memory every name, scent, and appearance of their biggest enemies; the vampires. It wasn’t until they were able to do just that were they allowed out on assignments; Ni~ya having passed that test years ago. So, things had already seemed wily when he’d realized that the original pick up time had changed from later in the afternoon to early morning, but his suspicions were fully confirmed when he and Yuu had made it to the back and the one scent that should have been there was not.
…Takamasa.
Takamasa had been the one assigned to snatch Yutaka. His scent should have been lingering everywhere, but instead there wasn’t a single hint. Akira’s, on the other hand, was everywhere, but that was to be expected – he had after all been a part of the original scheme, and so far his appearance was the only event that followed through on the thought out pattern.
It was only when he’d picked up on the other two scents that were there did Ni~ya realize exactly what was going on. He couldn’t believe he had been so stupid. No matter how hard he tried to keep up with Shun-san, his leader was always one step ahead of him.
Hurrying the last few steps to the building he knew every inch of, the two tailed froze as his dark greens scanned the area, mouth falling slack. Kitsunes, his sworn brothers and sisters, were in a devastating panic. There were those who’d already changed form running out from the building perfectly unharmed, but then there were others who were limping out as bloody messes, falling to the ground and keeling over as they held in their intestines in their final moments before releasing their last gasped breath.
Taking only moments to take in the horrifying image, Ni~ya broke into a sprint and charged into the building’s main entrance, only to find an even more gut wrenching illustration.
Blood.
Blood was everywhere. The walls were caked in the crimson liquid; desks overturned and white papers seeping up the thick substance. Other kitsunes he’d come to know quite well over his sixteen year stay lay lifeless, their arms and legs detached from their bodies, strewn helplessly across the floor. The sight made Ni~ya feel physically ill, but still he continued to chastely scurry across the walls, his steps remaining quiet. The pleas and calls of help that echoed through the corridors fell on deaf ears, his self-made ignorance to the calls being the only thing that allowed him to keep his characteristic calm.
“N-ni…ya.” The whisper of his name was so quiet, so numb, but there was no denying that he’d heard it, just as there was no denying whose mouth that weak plea had fallen from.
Breaking himself from his mind set, he closed his eyes, needing to zero in on that whisper and only that whisper. Within seconds, he pinpointed an accurate location, which sent his body darting across the room and to a turned over desk. Quickly ridding the desk off to the side, he felt his expression break, calm no longer there and frantic taking its place.
“Y-yomi…” He could feel his voice crack.
There, laying in a heaping mess of blood –nearly lifeless, was his only connection he had left to him. Yomi’s eyes were wide with pain, crimson seeping from his skull and facial orifices. The smaller kitsune’s hands lay resting over his stomach, holding in place papers which were falling limp from the amounts of blood seeping into them.
Falling to his knees with a loud thud, Ni~ya quickly gathered Yomi’s hands in his own, cupping the small kitsune’s hands in just one of his own, as the other reached up and stroked through dirty blond locks.
“What happened?” Ni~ya asked sternly, never once stopping the soothing movements and trying with all his heart to ignore Yomi’s painful hiss.
…It felt like the worst event that had happened in his entire life was playing on repeat. He couldn’t go through this again…
“S-sshun-san…He…He took Akira…put him and Y-yutaka in the same room.” Yomi paused, inhaling a sharp breath that sent his entire body shuddering and lids halfway closing as his hands tightened around Ni~ya’s. “…he’s…tr-rying to awaken Kai.”
Ni~ya tightened his own grip, relenting to leave the smaller’s side. He closed his eyes for only a second, only to find Yomi beginning to nod out; turning paler and paler by the second. “Hey,” he gently slapped him, needing to keep him conscious, knowing he had only minutes left to live. “Did anyone else know what Shun-san had planned?”
It was almost unnoticeable when Yomi nodded his head ‘no’. “We were…k-kept in the d-dark…had no clue till we…s-saw Yutaka being escorted to the vamp’s holding room…h-he’ll kill us all.”
There was no need to question who ‘he’ was. Ni~ya had gathered Akira’s scent the second he had walked through the entrance, and from the looks of it, the tempered vampire hadn’t been too happy with whatever Shun had done.
Yomi coughed, blood beginning to seep from the crevices of his lips. Stopping with stroking the smaller’s hair, Ni~ya gently reached down and swiped away the blood, offering the dirty blond a small smile. “Thank you, Yomi. You did such a good job, your brother would be proud of you.” Ni~ya, for the first time in almost twenty years, could feel tears surface, but he held them back, still posing as strong and relentless for Yomi’s sake.
Eyes that mimicked Ni~ya’s dark emerald greens finally shut, Yomi’s head turning to the side and silent breaths wheezing out. “Ni~ya…I’ll…be sure…to t-tell Nii-san you said hi.”
As soon as Ni~ya felt the weak hold on his hand completely disperse, he pressed Yomi’s hands back down to his waist before running his hands through that dirty blond hair for what he knows will be the last time. Bending, he pressed a kiss to a drenched forehead before straightening up. “Thank you.” He whispered, heart crumbling as he stood and stole one last glance at the small kitsune who he’d considered family, only to quickly fall back into his fraudulent state of calm as he continued searching the building – not knowing exactly what he was looking for, but knowing that if he spotted the two kitsunes he snuffed out at the University alive, they wouldn’t be alive much longer.
***
Exactly two stories above Ni~ya, agonizing screams were still echoing off the walls and through the ventilation ducts as Akira continued to seep his razor-sharp fangs into whatever kitsune he could lay his hands on; draining them of almost their entire life, before tossing them to the ground and tearing them limb from limb. He was merciless, possibly killing perfectly innocent victims, but he just didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t believe anything anyone told him. He was lost, confused, but most of all, he was fucking angry. He’d been used, beaten down, and he was just sick of everybody.
Takanori…Takanori had done more damage than he’d probably recognized, and Akira isn’t sure he’ll ever recover from that. For over a century, he’d done just as he creator instructed, only for things to come down to this…
He had finally begun to get a taste of the truth, but the truth was dragging with it aspects Akira himself had never known about. Yutaka had looked just as shocked as he had, and as the blond continued to tear creature after creature apart, the only thing he could focus on was finding the brunette…
He needed a fix of his unrelenting addiction. He needed Yutaka’s warm blood running down his throat and quenching that undying thirst…
Or maybe…Maybe he wasn’t the one who needed it, but instead Reita?
The whole aspect was still completely fuzzy to him. All that Akira had been able to put together was that Reita was obviously a part of him. It was the only thing that made sense. And Reita being a part of him meant Kai was obviously a part of Yutaka…That’s where things began to absolutely mind fuck the blond.
Earlier, before Yutaka had been ripped right from on top of him, those shared images flashing before them had showed that these Reita and Kai characters relied on each other like humans do oxygen.
They were each other’s life support, and without one another, the other would diminish.
And those feelings that had passed between the two unknown men had been transported into Akira’s and Yutaka’s intimate actions, allowing them to feel just what they had at the time.
Now, Akira wasn’t sure what he was actually addicted to; Yutaka’s cloud nine blood, or the feeling those memories that passed between them gave him; the feeling of wanting somebody just as much as they needed you.
Throwing his current victim to the ground with nothing but hate, he kicked the body to the far side of the room, only to notice no more kitsunes around for him to demolish. Wiping the degrading blood from his lips which were still warped into an erratic grin, he spit out the pool of vital sanguine, his mouth never having once swallowed a drop of kitsune blood; never wishing to taint the blood of Yutaka’s that was still running rampart through his system.
He scanned the floor level he was on, needing to find something to do next, and it was only then he heard foot steps behind him. Tired of the kitsunes attempts to overpower him, he spun around at an insanely fast speed, his hands wrapping around a thin neck and holding the creature more than a few feet off the ground; his grip choking.
“I’ve really had it with you fuckers,” growling, he tightened his grip, leaning in closely when he heard the pale kitsune mutter something. “What did you say?” Normally, he wouldn’t take time to question, but what this particular raven was murmuring truly caught his attention.
The kitsune pointed down at the hands around his neck, indicating for Akira to loosen his grip so he could actually explain properly. Barbarically, the blond dropped him to the ground, dusting his hands of the supposed filth. The kitsune took in jagged breaths, taking in the air he desperately needed, before pushing himself off the ground; the color slowly making its way back to his featurse as he came to view Akira’s face of mockery.
“Spill it before I think of an even better way to kill you than I did your pathetic-”
“Reita…I can explain to you who Reita is.”
Akira eyed him for a moment, his arms coated in the blood of various kitsunes coming up and wrapping their way around his chest. “I’m listening.”
“Ok, I promise to explain everything, but first we need to get Yutaka and Ume and get the fuck out of here.” The still breathless kitsune began walking away, only to be pushed back against the wall by Akira.
“How do I know I can trust you?”
A miserable puff of laughter escaped the kitsune. “I’ve already lost everything trying to help you, I’m not going to back out now.”
The way the kitsune expressed his words, Akira felt like he was brought back into one of the flashes of Reita and Kai…The honesty and need was there and Akira knew that no matter how much he looked down upon the creature in front of him, at least he was truthful. “What’s your name?”
“Ni~ya.”
And with that, Ni~ya took the lead, directing Akira to what he was sure was Yutaka’s holding room, and completely missing the glaring eyes of his Leader baring into him – offering silent threats.
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Authors Note #2: Well, what did you guys think? I know it's weird to come back after a while and not focus on the main pairing, but ehhh, I still hope it was good ^^; You have to remember, I'm in more than just the Gazette fandom, but I hope I'll be able to make you love characters you're not familiar with...cause...Ni~ya is love <3
Ok, now I hope you guys leave me lovely comments and encourage my ass to get the next chappie out faster~ Ok, I need to shut up.
Author:
bite_to_all136Genre: Supernatural, Action/Adventure, AU, Romance, Some Humor
Warnings: mxm relationships, cursing, smut
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings: Akira/Yutaka, Yutaka/Akira (Reita/Kai, Kai/Reita), Takamasa/Kouyou (Miyavi/Uruha), mentions of Takanori/OC (Ruki/OC), Yuu/Ni~ya (Aoi/Ni~ya{Nightmare})
Summary: It was the first scent that caught his curiosity; the first taste which began the addiction that was key to opening the gates of the truth. Put on assignment by his lawful creator, Akira finds his life –his entire existence, beginning to unfold in scattered pieces, all thanks to a very unlikely suspect: Yutaka, the supposed easy going veterinarian student.
Notes: Originally requested by
sachiko_241, was going to be a oneshot, but I decided on a minichapter fic <3 This whole fic will be dedicated just to her :PDisclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the mediocre story line.
(Character List)
Previous Chapters: (Prologue)(Chapter 1)(Chapter 2)(Chapter 3)(Chapter 4)(Chapter 5)
“Shun-san is using me as a distraction…”
“…Takanori’s people were sent to gather him for my leader…”
“I’m trying…trying to help you.”
Ni~ya’s words wouldn’t stop. They were like a record player on the fritz; constantly rewinding and playing the same bits over and over again, sounding like nothing but a repetitive mumble of sounds and slurs. It was almost as if the two tail’s words were harrying Yuu’s mind; tormenting him as if by constant attack. His mind just wouldn’t stop reeling, even as he continued running through the multi-inch thick levels of snow in his preferred Husky form, his final destination just yards away. The Husky is an ever-changing cross-breed of the fastest canines; the largest and most powerful, and that’s exactly what Yuu needs to be for who he was about to come face to face with.
When Ni~ya’s explanation had ended -only for Yutaka’s screams to follow seconds later, the shifter found himself having to evade all suspicion he held over the young kitsune and put his full trust into the near stranger. It was something he would have never thought to do in all his existence, but he found himself really having no choice but to do just that when he found himself and the kitsune at the back of the University, no Yutaka in sight, but Akira’s lingering smell casting over the entire surface area.
Before Yuu had even had the chance to begin flipping out and graining his attacks -both verbal and physical, into Ni~ya’s fox form, Yuu had found the kitsune standing beside him in his barest, his wan white skin exposed on every inch and dark green eyes staring at him calmly.
“We need to split up. Takanori’s men shouldn’t be taking Yutaka back to kitsune headquarters for a few more hours, so he should still be with the vamps for now. However, I know how vindictive Shun-san can be…It may be a good idea for me to report back so he doesn’t suspect anything.”
Word for word; that was exactly what Ni~ya had said, his calm which was equal to that of the ocean on a cool summer’s day never once transgressing above restful tranquility. Ni~ya should be someone who’s hard to trust. Kitsunes have been known for their sly tricks, their ability to fuck with your mind making up for what they lacked in strength, but somehow his hasty position and with how the pale kitsune held himself so levelly, Yuu trusted him within a fraction of a heartbeat.
Before Yuu could even get another word out, Ni~ya pivoted about face, beginning to head back to the entrance of the University where his clothes lie. The school surroundings were still empty as ever, Yuu finally piecing together that this entire ‘fundraiser for abandoned animals’ was a sham; a complete and utter set up just to make it more convenient to gather Yutaka.
He could feel his anger flare. How could he have been so stupid?
“You can’t blame yourself.” Ni~ya, now fully clothed, bent at his knees and stroked a hand through Yuu’s black and white fur soothingly. “I know it is your pack’s responsibility to watch over him, and that you’ve taken on a majority of that responsibility, but it’s not your fault. Yutaka’s been back here for over twenty years, the cover Wataru-san created for him wasn’t meant to last forever.”
Ni~ya’s hand continued stroking, Yuu’s currently pale, winter blue eyes watching the kitsune carefully, easily picking up on his serenity. “We should get going now.” Ni~ya continued, brushing through Yuu’s thick fur one last time before standing and beginning to walk back in the direction from which he came; back to his own Leader.
As quick as he’d taken on his Husky form, Yuu just as quickly morphed back into his human form, winter blue irises morphing into his usual deep brown hue and ebony tendrils falling in straight lines down his back. In his bareness, his own skin contrasted Ni~ya’s, it a light complexion of olive instead of wan white; something that became exceptionally noticeable when their skin met, Yuu’s hand encompassing Ni~ya’s, stopping him from leaving and sending the kitsune rigid with his grip.
“Akira…Is it only your clan that knows of Akira’s and Yutaka’s connection?”
Slowly, Ni~ya turned, looking at Yuu over his shoulder; face still set calm. “For now, yes. Not even Takanori knows, which is why he’s probably giving Yutaka up to us so easily.” He paused, shimming out of Yuu’s hold cautiously and fully turning to face the shifter, his arms crossed over his chest. “However, that also means my clan is the only group who knows what’s key to triggering Yutaka’s memories. And as I told you earlier, Shun-san is vindictive…”
“What do you mean by that?” Yuu asked hurriedly, not bothering to even begin dressing himself, eyes refusing to leave Ni~ya as a way to hide that he already knew the answer…He just didn’t want to believe it.
Sighing, Ni~ya tossed some wavy locks behind his ear, sounding more frustrated than anything, yet still tranquil. “What I’m saying is Yutaka may not be Yutaka for much longer…”
Continuing his sprint and ignoring the gasps and awes of passer buyers as they mumbled how rare it was to see such an animal in Japan, Yuu came to a halt; the pads of his paws sliding over a thin layer of ice before he was able to even himself out and stare up at all the windows of the almost skyscraper.
Not having really thought out a proper plan, he stood there, almost frozen. Was he to just waltz his way up there, demanding to get Yutaka back? It was well known the power Takanori possessed. The man was over three centuries old, his longtime blood brother Takamasa falling short just a few years below him. Nobody fucked with them. Nobody asked anything of them. Ever. The kitsunes had been the first to attempt any feeble trade with Takanori in hundreds of years…Yuu can’t even begin to think how all this is going to end.
Mind still churning, his ears perked up as he heard the doors open and slam back shut, a familiar scent trapping him before he hid himself flat against the brick building, his eyes still able to peak around the corner.
Taking a few moments to watch the familiar being, Yuu could spot the distress on the honey blond a mile away. His long fingers discharged a cigarette from his back pocket and quickly lit up, blowing smoke out into the wintery morning, before taking his free hand and rubbing at his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He was exhausted. Overworked. Almost completely incoherent.
…And that’s when Yuu spotted his opportune moment.
Once more shifting back into his human form, he plastered his back flat against the icy wall –still feeling nothing but warmth, and took a few heavy breaths. He continued to watch the honey haired figure, waiting for him to become engrossed in his cigarette one more time, before he lurched forward; smashing the known being against the wall and smothering his sounds of surprise with the palm of his hand.
The cigarette the victim was holding fell from his fingers, filtering to the ground and blazing Yuu’s foot; the skin splitting, only to heal up in the next instant. The shifter could feel the exhausted man’s heart beat fervently, eyes that matched the color of his hair glaring at Yuu and strong hands attempting to push the shifter raven off of him.
Yuu’s features remained emotionless, his dead stare a threat itself. Slowly, a finger from his free hand made it up to his plush lips, telling the honey haired to remain silent, as the hand around the other’s mouth slowly removed itself; showing just how pissed off the man had become with his exposed fangs.
“This surely wasn’t where I was expecting to run into you again, Kouyou.” He pushed the halfling deeper into the wall, causing him to hiss; his hands still steadily trying to push Yuu away. “Why bother trying?” Yuu tightened his grip, squeezing Kouyou’s wrists and shoving them above the halfling’s head. “You know I’m stronger than you; always have been, always will be.”
“Fuck you, Shiroyama. I have nothing to do with you guys anymore, leave me the fuck alone.” He was able to push Yuu off him for a fraction of a second, the shifter barely falling back and giving him time to walk away before Yuu’s hands were wrapped around his neck, holding him flush against his exposed body and hissing venomously in his ear.
“You left the pack and went straight to the vamps like the little disloyal bitch you are! I should kill you right now, but seeing as you’re my ticket in to speak to your boss, it seems I’ll have to allow you to live.”
"Leave? I didin't fucking leave. I-"
"Shut. Up."
Yuu's grip tightened around Kouyou’s neck, cutting off the halfling’s air supply and sending him flailing for air. The halfling lifted his legs from under himself, his dead weight bringing Yuu down with him and causing his death tight grip to loosen, giving Kouyou the chance to seep his fangs into Yuu’s arm and tear off a meaty piece of flesh from the shifter. The pain sent Yuu screaming, his arms lifting on instinct and freeing Kouyou, allowing the hafling to break inside the building with his unnatural speed, his act of biting having done nothing but pissed Yuu off all the more.
Taking no time to pause, Yuu was on his feet and sprinting in after Kouyou; his arm slowly healing but still throbbing, as he padded against the tile floor, moving fast, but nowhere near as fast as the hafling. Using his keen scent to keep track of the halfling, Yuu turned a corner, finally stopping as he spotted Kouyou standing in the middle of a hall; his pale face coated in Yuu’s own blood.
Stuck in attack mode, Yuu lunged forward, knocking Kouyou to the ground, and straddling the halfling’s torso. Just as he was lifting his fist to weaken Kouyou’s will, he saw the halfling break into a crafty grin; sharp teeth exposed and droplets of blood adding to his deceitful action.
“What the fuck are you grinning about, you betraying piece of shit!” Yuu’s eyes shifted into a gleam of yellow; the color of acrimony.
“Now.” Was the only word Kouyou muttered before Yuu felt someone quickly approach behind him, his body barely getting the chance to turn a schism before the moving ray stopped, showing an inked raven with flexuous locks and inked skin holding a revolver, it pointed directly against the small of Yuu’s back.
Slowly turning back to Kouyou, eyes falling back into natural brown, he looked to the halfling, taking note of that tremorous smirk. “Not so strong now, are you, Yuu?”
The silver bullets were unloaded into his back before a syllable could even form, his body constricting in pain as his naked frame fell from Kouyou’s waist, landing on the floor and shaking.
Dusting off his body before he stood, Kouyou sauntered over to Takamasa, his arms lacing around his lover’s neck as a deep kiss was planted the inked man’s lips. “You taste like shifter.” Takamasa grimaced, his hands resting on Kouyou’s hips.
“Trust me,” Kouyou’s eyes flickered down to Yuu’s still body, before meeting back up with Takamasa’s midnight black orbs. “Not willingly, that’s all in the past.”
“You know him, then?” Kouyou graced Takamasa’s lips with another kiss before pulling away.
“I’ll explain all that later. For now, you take him downstairs and lock him up and I’ll go inform Taka. Yuu-” he paused waving off Yuu’s name, “-the shifter must know something if he’s here. Maybe he can help us find out who took Yutaka.”
“I love it when you get all bossy with me.” Takamasa teased while bending over to pick Yuu up and throw him over his shoulder; the shifter grunting some but in too much pain to try anything.
“Which is why I do it.” Kouyou replied, already trekking off towards Taka’s office, missing the grin his lover sent his way as he himself made his way to the holding cells which were kept in the downstairs basement.
Once outside his boss’s office, Kouyou took the sleeve of his shirt and wiped away the drying blood, only to bring his knuckles to the steel door; knocking thrice times. A grumbled ‘Come in’ was shouted, and when the halfling waltzed in he found Taka’s auburn head stuffed away in the hue of his laptop, frantically watching the recordings Takamasa was able to obtain from the University’s security room.
Sitting on his haunches by Takanori’s side, the halfling watched the video with the elder; eyes falling solemn as the scene unfolded in front of him. He and Akira may not have gotten along what so ever, hell, the blond despised Kouyou just because of his nature, but having to watch his boss’s fledgling fall to the ground in grueling pain as the dart dug into his skin was a horrid sight no matter the situation.
“I don’t get it.” Takanori spoke, hand resting by his mouth as the video continued, showing both Yutaka and Akira getting thrown into the back of a van by masked men. “I told Akira five o’clock, why the hell was he there so early in the morning? How did these men know he was going to be there?”
Kouyou sighed, his hand coming to rest on Takanori’s shoulder. “I really don’t think it was Akira they were after. He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, standing between what they needed.”
Takanori broke from Kouyou’s comforting gesture and leaned in closer to the screen, fingers tapping the mouse pad and rewinding; carefully analyzing the masked men. “I swear, if these assholes are the reason I lose my trade with the kitsunes and break my promise with Kioyaharu-sama…If they’re the reason I lose Akira, I’ll not rest a fucking wink until I finally track them down and slowly tear their body’s apart limb from fucking limb.”
Hands almost crushing the sides of his laptop at the mention of his late creator’s name, the auburn’s grip only loosened upon feeling the halfling’s grip on his shoulder once more. “Take a break from this and come down to the holding cells with me.”
“Why the hell would I do that?” Takanori spat, bringing his attention back to the screen in front of him.
“Because,” the halfling started, already beginning to stand. “We have a new prisoner that may be able to help us.”
Swiveling around in his chair, Taka stared at Kouyou hopefully. “Who?”
“Yuu Shiroyama, a shifter from the pack Wataru-san assigned to watch over Yutaka. He was with Yutaka just minutes before he disappeared.”
No more questions asked, the auburn shot from out of his seat with lightning speed, Kouyou right behind him as they began their descent to the holding cells.
Meanwhile, Ni~ya was on the verge of approaching the headquarters’ he’d spent the last sixteen years of his life a practical slave to. His mind was heavy with thoughts of the unknown, hardly able to keep any level of concentration. Sixteen years…Sixteen years it’s taken him to work his way to the top, to become entrusted enough to receive the most secretive of Intel, and here he was throwing it away, just for the sake of some shifter.
He’d originally planned to do just as his leader Shun had instructed; he was going to distract Yuu, allow Yutaka to get taken and be done with everything. Be that as it may, something in him changed paths the second Yuu had him pinned to the ground.
Those daring, deep, dark eyes reminded him so much of him. The way they boar into him so intensely, he couldn’t help but think back to the very person – the very reason why he’d even become involved with the kitsune clan instead of remaining estranged. It was like his past ghosts were coming back to taunt him and he now felt as if he had no choice but to help Yuu.
It however seemed that no sooner did he do what he deemed right did everything begin falling apart.
Ni~ya knew every detail about Yutaka’s pick up. Everything from the time, location, and even just who was assigned to grab him. Nothing had gone according to plan, and now Ni~ya fears his Leader may have used him in more than just one way.
Due to being the weaker bunch of the celestial groups, kitsunes are forced to go through vigorous training, not for physical strength, but instead superior knowledge. They have to embed into their memory every name, scent, and appearance of their biggest enemies; the vampires. It wasn’t until they were able to do just that were they allowed out on assignments; Ni~ya having passed that test years ago. So, things had already seemed wily when he’d realized that the original pick up time had changed from later in the afternoon to early morning, but his suspicions were fully confirmed when he and Yuu had made it to the back and the one scent that should have been there was not.
…Takamasa.
Takamasa had been the one assigned to snatch Yutaka. His scent should have been lingering everywhere, but instead there wasn’t a single hint. Akira’s, on the other hand, was everywhere, but that was to be expected – he had after all been a part of the original scheme, and so far his appearance was the only event that followed through on the thought out pattern.
It was only when he’d picked up on the other two scents that were there did Ni~ya realize exactly what was going on. He couldn’t believe he had been so stupid. No matter how hard he tried to keep up with Shun-san, his leader was always one step ahead of him.
Hurrying the last few steps to the building he knew every inch of, the two tailed froze as his dark greens scanned the area, mouth falling slack. Kitsunes, his sworn brothers and sisters, were in a devastating panic. There were those who’d already changed form running out from the building perfectly unharmed, but then there were others who were limping out as bloody messes, falling to the ground and keeling over as they held in their intestines in their final moments before releasing their last gasped breath.
Taking only moments to take in the horrifying image, Ni~ya broke into a sprint and charged into the building’s main entrance, only to find an even more gut wrenching illustration.
Blood.
Blood was everywhere. The walls were caked in the crimson liquid; desks overturned and white papers seeping up the thick substance. Other kitsunes he’d come to know quite well over his sixteen year stay lay lifeless, their arms and legs detached from their bodies, strewn helplessly across the floor. The sight made Ni~ya feel physically ill, but still he continued to chastely scurry across the walls, his steps remaining quiet. The pleas and calls of help that echoed through the corridors fell on deaf ears, his self-made ignorance to the calls being the only thing that allowed him to keep his characteristic calm.
“N-ni…ya.” The whisper of his name was so quiet, so numb, but there was no denying that he’d heard it, just as there was no denying whose mouth that weak plea had fallen from.
Breaking himself from his mind set, he closed his eyes, needing to zero in on that whisper and only that whisper. Within seconds, he pinpointed an accurate location, which sent his body darting across the room and to a turned over desk. Quickly ridding the desk off to the side, he felt his expression break, calm no longer there and frantic taking its place.
“Y-yomi…” He could feel his voice crack.
There, laying in a heaping mess of blood –nearly lifeless, was his only connection he had left to him. Yomi’s eyes were wide with pain, crimson seeping from his skull and facial orifices. The smaller kitsune’s hands lay resting over his stomach, holding in place papers which were falling limp from the amounts of blood seeping into them.
Falling to his knees with a loud thud, Ni~ya quickly gathered Yomi’s hands in his own, cupping the small kitsune’s hands in just one of his own, as the other reached up and stroked through dirty blond locks.
“What happened?” Ni~ya asked sternly, never once stopping the soothing movements and trying with all his heart to ignore Yomi’s painful hiss.
…It felt like the worst event that had happened in his entire life was playing on repeat. He couldn’t go through this again…
“S-sshun-san…He…He took Akira…put him and Y-yutaka in the same room.” Yomi paused, inhaling a sharp breath that sent his entire body shuddering and lids halfway closing as his hands tightened around Ni~ya’s. “…he’s…tr-rying to awaken Kai.”
Ni~ya tightened his own grip, relenting to leave the smaller’s side. He closed his eyes for only a second, only to find Yomi beginning to nod out; turning paler and paler by the second. “Hey,” he gently slapped him, needing to keep him conscious, knowing he had only minutes left to live. “Did anyone else know what Shun-san had planned?”
It was almost unnoticeable when Yomi nodded his head ‘no’. “We were…k-kept in the d-dark…had no clue till we…s-saw Yutaka being escorted to the vamp’s holding room…h-he’ll kill us all.”
There was no need to question who ‘he’ was. Ni~ya had gathered Akira’s scent the second he had walked through the entrance, and from the looks of it, the tempered vampire hadn’t been too happy with whatever Shun had done.
Yomi coughed, blood beginning to seep from the crevices of his lips. Stopping with stroking the smaller’s hair, Ni~ya gently reached down and swiped away the blood, offering the dirty blond a small smile. “Thank you, Yomi. You did such a good job, your brother would be proud of you.” Ni~ya, for the first time in almost twenty years, could feel tears surface, but he held them back, still posing as strong and relentless for Yomi’s sake.
Eyes that mimicked Ni~ya’s dark emerald greens finally shut, Yomi’s head turning to the side and silent breaths wheezing out. “Ni~ya…I’ll…be sure…to t-tell Nii-san you said hi.”
As soon as Ni~ya felt the weak hold on his hand completely disperse, he pressed Yomi’s hands back down to his waist before running his hands through that dirty blond hair for what he knows will be the last time. Bending, he pressed a kiss to a drenched forehead before straightening up. “Thank you.” He whispered, heart crumbling as he stood and stole one last glance at the small kitsune who he’d considered family, only to quickly fall back into his fraudulent state of calm as he continued searching the building – not knowing exactly what he was looking for, but knowing that if he spotted the two kitsunes he snuffed out at the University alive, they wouldn’t be alive much longer.
Exactly two stories above Ni~ya, agonizing screams were still echoing off the walls and through the ventilation ducts as Akira continued to seep his razor-sharp fangs into whatever kitsune he could lay his hands on; draining them of almost their entire life, before tossing them to the ground and tearing them limb from limb. He was merciless, possibly killing perfectly innocent victims, but he just didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t believe anything anyone told him. He was lost, confused, but most of all, he was fucking angry. He’d been used, beaten down, and he was just sick of everybody.
Takanori…Takanori had done more damage than he’d probably recognized, and Akira isn’t sure he’ll ever recover from that. For over a century, he’d done just as he creator instructed, only for things to come down to this…
He had finally begun to get a taste of the truth, but the truth was dragging with it aspects Akira himself had never known about. Yutaka had looked just as shocked as he had, and as the blond continued to tear creature after creature apart, the only thing he could focus on was finding the brunette…
He needed a fix of his unrelenting addiction. He needed Yutaka’s warm blood running down his throat and quenching that undying thirst…
Or maybe…Maybe he wasn’t the one who needed it, but instead Reita?
The whole aspect was still completely fuzzy to him. All that Akira had been able to put together was that Reita was obviously a part of him. It was the only thing that made sense. And Reita being a part of him meant Kai was obviously a part of Yutaka…That’s where things began to absolutely mind fuck the blond.
Earlier, before Yutaka had been ripped right from on top of him, those shared images flashing before them had showed that these Reita and Kai characters relied on each other like humans do oxygen.
They were each other’s life support, and without one another, the other would diminish.
And those feelings that had passed between the two unknown men had been transported into Akira’s and Yutaka’s intimate actions, allowing them to feel just what they had at the time.
Now, Akira wasn’t sure what he was actually addicted to; Yutaka’s cloud nine blood, or the feeling those memories that passed between them gave him; the feeling of wanting somebody just as much as they needed you.
Throwing his current victim to the ground with nothing but hate, he kicked the body to the far side of the room, only to notice no more kitsunes around for him to demolish. Wiping the degrading blood from his lips which were still warped into an erratic grin, he spit out the pool of vital sanguine, his mouth never having once swallowed a drop of kitsune blood; never wishing to taint the blood of Yutaka’s that was still running rampart through his system.
He scanned the floor level he was on, needing to find something to do next, and it was only then he heard foot steps behind him. Tired of the kitsunes attempts to overpower him, he spun around at an insanely fast speed, his hands wrapping around a thin neck and holding the creature more than a few feet off the ground; his grip choking.
“I’ve really had it with you fuckers,” growling, he tightened his grip, leaning in closely when he heard the pale kitsune mutter something. “What did you say?” Normally, he wouldn’t take time to question, but what this particular raven was murmuring truly caught his attention.
The kitsune pointed down at the hands around his neck, indicating for Akira to loosen his grip so he could actually explain properly. Barbarically, the blond dropped him to the ground, dusting his hands of the supposed filth. The kitsune took in jagged breaths, taking in the air he desperately needed, before pushing himself off the ground; the color slowly making its way back to his featurse as he came to view Akira’s face of mockery.
“Spill it before I think of an even better way to kill you than I did your pathetic-”
“Reita…I can explain to you who Reita is.”
Akira eyed him for a moment, his arms coated in the blood of various kitsunes coming up and wrapping their way around his chest. “I’m listening.”
“Ok, I promise to explain everything, but first we need to get Yutaka and Ume and get the fuck out of here.” The still breathless kitsune began walking away, only to be pushed back against the wall by Akira.
“How do I know I can trust you?”
A miserable puff of laughter escaped the kitsune. “I’ve already lost everything trying to help you, I’m not going to back out now.”
The way the kitsune expressed his words, Akira felt like he was brought back into one of the flashes of Reita and Kai…The honesty and need was there and Akira knew that no matter how much he looked down upon the creature in front of him, at least he was truthful. “What’s your name?”
“Ni~ya.”
And with that, Ni~ya took the lead, directing Akira to what he was sure was Yutaka’s holding room, and completely missing the glaring eyes of his Leader baring into him – offering silent threats.
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Authors Note #2: Well, what did you guys think? I know it's weird to come back after a while and not focus on the main pairing, but ehhh, I still hope it was good ^^; You have to remember, I'm in more than just the Gazette fandom, but I hope I'll be able to make you love characters you're not familiar with...cause...Ni~ya is love <3
Ok, now I hope you guys leave me lovely comments and encourage my ass to get the next chappie out faster~ Ok, I need to shut up.
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Date: 2013-12-02 05:01 am (UTC)I NEED TO GO AND RE-READ TO MAKE SURE I DIDN'T MISS ANYTHING AJSBFJDSBFA
Right, back with my head screwed on ^^
But damn!! This was just action packed!
I've defiantly missed this story~ I'm still so confused about what Yutaka is though! Though, I think I need a cold shower after imagining Akira covered in blood... Damn son!
But Yuu! Did you seriously just get caught
Wtf bro! I can see some torture coming upppp~~
Was there a lil something something between Yuu and Kouyou back in the day? I wonder why Kouyou left...
As your waifu I demand another update soon!! X3
Thanks for the chapter though bby!
I MISSED YOU!
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Date: 2013-12-04 03:10 am (UTC)You're supposed to be confused, Waifuu~ So, no worries there! xD
*sighs* Yes, Yuu got caught >.< *idiot*
Yep, I know it was vaguley hinted, but Yuu and Kouyou definitely have a past (as much as I didn't WANT to use Aoiha, it fit in w/ the story line and finally allowed me to show what Kouyou was mixed with) All will be explained in time, deary~ :P
Oh, I'll definitely try to update soon, already have the next chappy planned! :D
I MISSED YOU TOO! <33
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Date: 2013-12-02 05:36 am (UTC)Yuu? Will he be okay? I MISSED THIS STORY TOO DAMN MUCH DAMMIT XD!
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Date: 2013-12-04 02:56 am (UTC)I'm glad some actually missed it, it feels good bringing it back and having people enjoying ^^;
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Date: 2013-12-02 08:09 pm (UTC)Omg this is back you are back *dying*
I...ok I don't have words for this one >.< Damn Akira you bloody beast, keep going, go for your Yutaka~! Aaaand, hehe, therw as something, nooo, there was something between Yuu and Kouyou? xD
I love this, so much, Ruki, Ruki the boss, I'm dying for him :D
Good job <3 Yay I still can't believe that this is back <3
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Date: 2013-12-04 03:03 am (UTC)Yep, this is back for good! My new main focus in fact!
Yep, yep! Everybody knows how I feel about Aoiha, but there's some hinted past between them...It worked in able to connect everyone in the story ^^; Plus, it finally relieved what Kouyou was mixed with :P
I'll try to update soon!
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Date: 2013-12-03 12:02 pm (UTC)great, great, great!!! like it!!!
thank u!!!
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Date: 2013-12-04 02:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-03 05:43 pm (UTC)Ooh Ni~ya's in trouble~ and can't wait for Akira and Yutaka to meet up again!I'm curious, did Yutaka gain anything from drinking Akira's blood?
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Date: 2013-12-04 03:06 am (UTC)Ni~ya's in a shit ton of trouble, I feel bad for him </3 Oh, they'll be meeting up next chapter, that's for sure! ;D I don't like to give too much away, but I can say for sure the only effect Akira's blood had on Yutaka was the memory trigger ^^; Thanks for commenting, it's much appreciated!
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Date: 2013-12-05 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-11 05:13 am (UTC)Thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2013-12-09 02:40 pm (UTC)THE MANY REASONS I LOVE KAITA.
THIS IS SO PERFECT. I NEED MORE. OMG I LOVE YOU FOR WRITING THIS! *~*
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Date: 2013-12-10 05:37 pm (UTC)I'll try to update soonish! Thank you for taking the time to comment, it means a lot! Thanks again!