All Things Beautiful and Bloody [1/?]
Title: All Things Beautiful and Bloody
Characters: Everybody, in this part mostly Mitsuya Ryou, Nishii Yukito, Jinnai Sho, Omi Youichirou, and Yamada Yuuki.
Genre: Vampire School!AU
Chapter Rating: PG for delicious bloods.
Word Count: ~2220
Summary: The new term is about to start and everyone is excited to meet the new students.
Notes: D2 boys are putting on a stage play in which they are all vampires at a vampire school. I know absolutely nothing else about it. This happened, oops.
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Chapter 1
Mitsuya sighed inwardly for what was probably the ten thousandth time since he had first met Yukito thirty years earlier. “Are you sure you don’t want to graduate?” he asked plaintively.
“How many times do I have to say it? There’s simply no benefit to graduating. Here you can drink as much fresh, clean blood as you like, and if you happen to get carried away while hunting, they can only reprimand you. Once you graduate, you’re subject to the entire code, and they expect you to make something of yourself.” Yukito said the last few words with an odd bitterness, as if he was personally offended that anyone had any expectations of him at all. He fussed with his collar and smirked devilishly at his reflection. “Shall we?” he asked, offering Mitsuya his arm.
Mitsuya took it with only the slightest hesitation. Just because Yukito couldn’t see any benefits didn’t mean that he couldn’t. Being able to leave the academy without having their powers limited and a tracer watching their every move was a start. Then again, for a vampire as preternaturally strong as Yukito was, it was probably easy to defy the restraints, and even a lesser vampire like Mitsuya could easily shake a trace if he were at full power. Of course, even within the school, there were some things that were off-limits to students…
His thoughts drifted in the direction of the combat instructor, a former samurai changed some 600 years ago who went by the name of Yamaguchi. Although his appearance was fierce, he was a patient teacher, and had often given Mitsuya private lessons when he struggled to keep up with the rest of the class. Unfortunately, nothing else had come of their time alone together, though not from a lack of trying. Even without Yukito dropping down on him at the end of one session and telling him in no uncertain terms that Yamaguchi wanted him, Mitsuya’s empathic abilities were much stronger than his fighting abilities, and he had always picked up an undercurrent of frustration and desire from him. But despite the fact that he was more than willing to reciprocate, to the point that he’d almost fully let down his mental shields a few times in his presence, even this slightly desperate measure failed to change anything. Mitsuya had been forced to accept that what everyone else had told him was true, that Yamaguchi refused to take one of his students as a lover.
However, once he graduated… Yukito hummed a warning note under his breath and Mitsuya jerked out of his thoughts. “Sorry. I was projecting again, wasn’t I?”
“Only a little,” Yukito said, flapping an arm in front of his face as if trying to physically wipe away the emotional residue Mitsuya had been exuding. “If you want to graduate so badly, feel free to. Don’t let me hold you back.”
Mitsuya pulled Yukito close. “As if I could let you stay here alone. The school would be ashes in a night.” One of his fangs grazed Yukito’s ear, and Yukito snarled, reversing the hold in an instant and sinking his fangs into Mitsuya’s neck. As the smaller vampire sucked greedily at the blood that rushed from the wound, Mitsuya clung to him and vowed that someday he’d make him see reason.
If nothing else, he had plenty of time.
-
“Thoughts on the new students, my love?”
Sho paused in his sampling and put the stopper back in the last vial. “There are more of them than usual this year, to be certain. We’ll have our hands full dealing with them all.”
His bloodpartner swooped down on him, digging ruby red nails into his neck. “You know that’s not what I was asking you,” she hissed softly.
Sho closed his eyes and remembered the taste of the last one, thick and with an undercurrent of sweetness. “There are one or two I wouldn’t mind having more than a sip of,” he allowed.
“A sweet, a bitter, a fresh, a sharp, and, oh yes, we have a regal this year.” She indicated the vial he had yet to open. “Like rusted honey,” she said dreamily.
“I’ll never know how the headmaster managed to get that one in,” he muttered, grabbing the vial and pouring the contents into his mouth. He swirled them around leisurely with his tongue before swallowing them with a sharp intake of pleasure.
“I have an idea or two,” Youichirou purred, swinging herself into Sho’s lap.
“Well, Madame Seductress, I would expect nothing less.” He pushed her away lightly as she began to sink her teeth into his wrist. “What say you? Have we a game?”
“How shall we do it? The regal is off limits, or so says our beloved headmaster. Best three of four, then?”
“All right. And if the young lord comes to one of us of his own accord, what then?”
“Certainly we wouldn’t dare think of denying anything of one like him. Well then, a prize to the winner, and a trinket to whoever strikes his fancy, shall we say?”
“We shall. I’ll have the Conqueror’s sword back from you yet, dearest.”
“As I would have the Contessa’s opal back from you, my love.”
They bared their teeth at each other in a gesture more of affection than of threat until Sho pulled a bottle from the wine rack and poured a healthy measure into each of a pair of goblets that stood at either end of the table. He pricked the tip of a finger with a specially sharpened nail and let three drops of blood fall into the glass, then watched as Youichirou did the same. They exchanged goblets, then brought them together with a ringing tone that they felt more than heard. Youichirou smiled. “I would propose a toast. To the upcoming school years, and to education.”
Sho’s lips twisted into a serpentine smirk. “To education.”
-
Yuuki knew that as a vampire, he was at the absolute top of the food chain. However, as he was beginning to realize, within the vampire community itself, a youngling like him held no power at all. He was barely fifty years changed and only just able to deal with the desire for blood that had consumed the better part of his last half century. And now he had been brought here, to learn from vampires who had seen the collapse of empires and the rise of civilization.
A shudder ran through his body and he quelled it, hoping none of the others had noticed. Although they were ostensibly his peers, they didn’t seem to be interested in getting acquainted. Two of the others seemed all right, or at least relatively normal, but he hadn’t been able to approach them. The one with the red scarf and gold cords instead of flat embellishments on his coat seemed utterly unapproachable. He seemed to radiate a cold wind - the temperature noticeably dropped the closer you got to him, and the other four had drifted as far from him as possible by unspoken accord. Even without him, the brooding attitude of the one closest to him seemed to lower the already low temperature of the small room into the subzero range. He’d briefly attempted to speak to the others, and had gotten the name of the tall, skinny, nervous-looking one - Negishi - but before anyone else could say anything, the brooding one had fixed him with the sharpest glare he’d ever seen and a cloud of concentrated malice and objectless rage had choked the words out of them. Even the cold one had looked up at that. When those two locked eyes, the cloud had fallen away, but nobody had dared to speak afterwards.
They had been left waiting for the better part of an hour. At last the door opened and the headmaster entered. He was beaming widely, and in his eyes there was next to nothing of the ferocious demon that had pulled him from the corpse of that woman in, where was it? Nepal, or perhaps China. That had been five years ago, but five years didn’t mean much to someone had lived for more than a millennium. No, people might change that easily, but vampires certainly didn’t. He might be smiling now, but he was definitely still the same elder who had thrown him through a wall, drained him of most of his blood, and then trapped him in a reinforced steel coffin for the better part of a year. The experience had finally cured him of his utter dependence on blood, but it had been a cruel way to go about it. He would watch his step around him for sure.
The headmaster greeted them all, setting an arm on the cold one’s shoulder and bending down to say something privately to him. Yuuki was vaguely surprised that his arm hadn’t been encased in a solid block of ice on contact, and from the look on the cold one’s face, he wasn’t alone. When he finished with him, he went around to the other vampires in turn until he got to Yuuki. To his shock, he ruffled Yuuki’s hair and grinned at him. “You’ve grown so much already, and I’m proud of you. Don’t forget how far you’ve come since I met you in that alleyway last year. I can already see that you’re going to be integral to this class’s success, so I’ll be counting on you.” Yuuki blinked confusedly as he moved on to Negishi. Aside from the bit about the alleyway, it could have been something generic to say to everyone, but it didn’t feel that way, somehow. How he could be key to the class’s success when half of them intimidated him beyond reason, he had no idea, but all he could do was try to live up to whatever expectations were had of him, and hopefully he wouldn’t be punished too badly when he failed.
The headmaster finished making his rounds and left the room, indicating that they were to follow. They came out in a medieval hall, something reminiscent of one of the Gothic churches Yuuki had seen during his brief time traveling through Germany and France. A long banquet table was arranged, though instead of being piled high with meats and breads and all number of fancy dishes, there was only bottle after bottle of blood lined up on it. It smelled absolutely irresistible, and he had to fight the urge to run over and begin drinking. Beside him, Negishi growled almost inaudibly, and he figured he wasn’t the only one.
Besides the six of them, there were nine others arranged in the hall. Four of them wore similar uniforms to the one Yuuki was wearing, and four of the others he assumed to be teachers, though he couldn’t quite make sense of who the man in the bowler hat was supposed to be. The one woman was staring directly at him, and as he met her gaze she smiled slowly and deliberately, showing her fangs. The man standing beside her looked more like a mad scientist than any kind of vampire, and he too was looking at Yuuki. When their eyes met, he grinned goofily and waved. Yuuki smiled despite himself. The man with the spiked hair and the eyepatch was looking them all over in turn, not an expression on his face. The other man with the glasses was smiling slightly nervously at them, and Yuuki wondered if he was new and had never met a class of students before.
The other students were more focused on the others. Most of them were looking at the cold vampire, who ignored them all equally, but the smallest one had his eye on the brooding vampire and was looking at him with a dark kind of fascination. Yuuki turned to try to see the other vampire’s reaction, but before he could, the headmaster had announced the start of the new term and everyone was rushing to get a seat at the table. He followed and was soon guzzling some of the sweetest blood he had ever drunk, letting his senses fade into an overwhelming haze of pleasure.
-
The second he had come through the door, Mitsuya had been hit by a wave of anger from the dark vampire with lightly curling hair. Since he had pointed him out, Yukito hadn’t taken his eyes off of him. The emotions emanating from him had thinned considerably, and Yukito was grinning almost maniacally, which probably meant that the two were battling mentally, with the new vampire throwing all his anger and pain at Yukito and Yukito, well… doing whatever he liked, probably. He had briefly tapped Mitsuya and whispered “This term is going to be interesting.”
Mitsuya was more concerned about the vampire who still hung apart from the rest, wearing clothes that clearly distinguished him as a royal. He could probably tear any one of them apart with minimal effort if that were the case. Mitsuya’s blood rose just looking at him, and a quick look at the others showed similar reactions. Whatever the next years had in store for them, Yukito was right about it. If nothing else, it was certainly going to be interesting.
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Are you interested in reading more about this AU? Maybe it will continue! Please leave a comment c:
Characters: Everybody, in this part mostly Mitsuya Ryou, Nishii Yukito, Jinnai Sho, Omi Youichirou, and Yamada Yuuki.
Genre: Vampire School!AU
Chapter Rating: PG for delicious bloods.
Word Count: ~2220
Summary: The new term is about to start and everyone is excited to meet the new students.
Notes: D2 boys are putting on a stage play in which they are all vampires at a vampire school. I know absolutely nothing else about it. This happened, oops.
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Chapter 1
Mitsuya sighed inwardly for what was probably the ten thousandth time since he had first met Yukito thirty years earlier. “Are you sure you don’t want to graduate?” he asked plaintively.
“How many times do I have to say it? There’s simply no benefit to graduating. Here you can drink as much fresh, clean blood as you like, and if you happen to get carried away while hunting, they can only reprimand you. Once you graduate, you’re subject to the entire code, and they expect you to make something of yourself.” Yukito said the last few words with an odd bitterness, as if he was personally offended that anyone had any expectations of him at all. He fussed with his collar and smirked devilishly at his reflection. “Shall we?” he asked, offering Mitsuya his arm.
Mitsuya took it with only the slightest hesitation. Just because Yukito couldn’t see any benefits didn’t mean that he couldn’t. Being able to leave the academy without having their powers limited and a tracer watching their every move was a start. Then again, for a vampire as preternaturally strong as Yukito was, it was probably easy to defy the restraints, and even a lesser vampire like Mitsuya could easily shake a trace if he were at full power. Of course, even within the school, there were some things that were off-limits to students…
His thoughts drifted in the direction of the combat instructor, a former samurai changed some 600 years ago who went by the name of Yamaguchi. Although his appearance was fierce, he was a patient teacher, and had often given Mitsuya private lessons when he struggled to keep up with the rest of the class. Unfortunately, nothing else had come of their time alone together, though not from a lack of trying. Even without Yukito dropping down on him at the end of one session and telling him in no uncertain terms that Yamaguchi wanted him, Mitsuya’s empathic abilities were much stronger than his fighting abilities, and he had always picked up an undercurrent of frustration and desire from him. But despite the fact that he was more than willing to reciprocate, to the point that he’d almost fully let down his mental shields a few times in his presence, even this slightly desperate measure failed to change anything. Mitsuya had been forced to accept that what everyone else had told him was true, that Yamaguchi refused to take one of his students as a lover.
However, once he graduated… Yukito hummed a warning note under his breath and Mitsuya jerked out of his thoughts. “Sorry. I was projecting again, wasn’t I?”
“Only a little,” Yukito said, flapping an arm in front of his face as if trying to physically wipe away the emotional residue Mitsuya had been exuding. “If you want to graduate so badly, feel free to. Don’t let me hold you back.”
Mitsuya pulled Yukito close. “As if I could let you stay here alone. The school would be ashes in a night.” One of his fangs grazed Yukito’s ear, and Yukito snarled, reversing the hold in an instant and sinking his fangs into Mitsuya’s neck. As the smaller vampire sucked greedily at the blood that rushed from the wound, Mitsuya clung to him and vowed that someday he’d make him see reason.
If nothing else, he had plenty of time.
-
“Thoughts on the new students, my love?”
Sho paused in his sampling and put the stopper back in the last vial. “There are more of them than usual this year, to be certain. We’ll have our hands full dealing with them all.”
His bloodpartner swooped down on him, digging ruby red nails into his neck. “You know that’s not what I was asking you,” she hissed softly.
Sho closed his eyes and remembered the taste of the last one, thick and with an undercurrent of sweetness. “There are one or two I wouldn’t mind having more than a sip of,” he allowed.
“A sweet, a bitter, a fresh, a sharp, and, oh yes, we have a regal this year.” She indicated the vial he had yet to open. “Like rusted honey,” she said dreamily.
“I’ll never know how the headmaster managed to get that one in,” he muttered, grabbing the vial and pouring the contents into his mouth. He swirled them around leisurely with his tongue before swallowing them with a sharp intake of pleasure.
“I have an idea or two,” Youichirou purred, swinging herself into Sho’s lap.
“Well, Madame Seductress, I would expect nothing less.” He pushed her away lightly as she began to sink her teeth into his wrist. “What say you? Have we a game?”
“How shall we do it? The regal is off limits, or so says our beloved headmaster. Best three of four, then?”
“All right. And if the young lord comes to one of us of his own accord, what then?”
“Certainly we wouldn’t dare think of denying anything of one like him. Well then, a prize to the winner, and a trinket to whoever strikes his fancy, shall we say?”
“We shall. I’ll have the Conqueror’s sword back from you yet, dearest.”
“As I would have the Contessa’s opal back from you, my love.”
They bared their teeth at each other in a gesture more of affection than of threat until Sho pulled a bottle from the wine rack and poured a healthy measure into each of a pair of goblets that stood at either end of the table. He pricked the tip of a finger with a specially sharpened nail and let three drops of blood fall into the glass, then watched as Youichirou did the same. They exchanged goblets, then brought them together with a ringing tone that they felt more than heard. Youichirou smiled. “I would propose a toast. To the upcoming school years, and to education.”
Sho’s lips twisted into a serpentine smirk. “To education.”
-
Yuuki knew that as a vampire, he was at the absolute top of the food chain. However, as he was beginning to realize, within the vampire community itself, a youngling like him held no power at all. He was barely fifty years changed and only just able to deal with the desire for blood that had consumed the better part of his last half century. And now he had been brought here, to learn from vampires who had seen the collapse of empires and the rise of civilization.
A shudder ran through his body and he quelled it, hoping none of the others had noticed. Although they were ostensibly his peers, they didn’t seem to be interested in getting acquainted. Two of the others seemed all right, or at least relatively normal, but he hadn’t been able to approach them. The one with the red scarf and gold cords instead of flat embellishments on his coat seemed utterly unapproachable. He seemed to radiate a cold wind - the temperature noticeably dropped the closer you got to him, and the other four had drifted as far from him as possible by unspoken accord. Even without him, the brooding attitude of the one closest to him seemed to lower the already low temperature of the small room into the subzero range. He’d briefly attempted to speak to the others, and had gotten the name of the tall, skinny, nervous-looking one - Negishi - but before anyone else could say anything, the brooding one had fixed him with the sharpest glare he’d ever seen and a cloud of concentrated malice and objectless rage had choked the words out of them. Even the cold one had looked up at that. When those two locked eyes, the cloud had fallen away, but nobody had dared to speak afterwards.
They had been left waiting for the better part of an hour. At last the door opened and the headmaster entered. He was beaming widely, and in his eyes there was next to nothing of the ferocious demon that had pulled him from the corpse of that woman in, where was it? Nepal, or perhaps China. That had been five years ago, but five years didn’t mean much to someone had lived for more than a millennium. No, people might change that easily, but vampires certainly didn’t. He might be smiling now, but he was definitely still the same elder who had thrown him through a wall, drained him of most of his blood, and then trapped him in a reinforced steel coffin for the better part of a year. The experience had finally cured him of his utter dependence on blood, but it had been a cruel way to go about it. He would watch his step around him for sure.
The headmaster greeted them all, setting an arm on the cold one’s shoulder and bending down to say something privately to him. Yuuki was vaguely surprised that his arm hadn’t been encased in a solid block of ice on contact, and from the look on the cold one’s face, he wasn’t alone. When he finished with him, he went around to the other vampires in turn until he got to Yuuki. To his shock, he ruffled Yuuki’s hair and grinned at him. “You’ve grown so much already, and I’m proud of you. Don’t forget how far you’ve come since I met you in that alleyway last year. I can already see that you’re going to be integral to this class’s success, so I’ll be counting on you.” Yuuki blinked confusedly as he moved on to Negishi. Aside from the bit about the alleyway, it could have been something generic to say to everyone, but it didn’t feel that way, somehow. How he could be key to the class’s success when half of them intimidated him beyond reason, he had no idea, but all he could do was try to live up to whatever expectations were had of him, and hopefully he wouldn’t be punished too badly when he failed.
The headmaster finished making his rounds and left the room, indicating that they were to follow. They came out in a medieval hall, something reminiscent of one of the Gothic churches Yuuki had seen during his brief time traveling through Germany and France. A long banquet table was arranged, though instead of being piled high with meats and breads and all number of fancy dishes, there was only bottle after bottle of blood lined up on it. It smelled absolutely irresistible, and he had to fight the urge to run over and begin drinking. Beside him, Negishi growled almost inaudibly, and he figured he wasn’t the only one.
Besides the six of them, there were nine others arranged in the hall. Four of them wore similar uniforms to the one Yuuki was wearing, and four of the others he assumed to be teachers, though he couldn’t quite make sense of who the man in the bowler hat was supposed to be. The one woman was staring directly at him, and as he met her gaze she smiled slowly and deliberately, showing her fangs. The man standing beside her looked more like a mad scientist than any kind of vampire, and he too was looking at Yuuki. When their eyes met, he grinned goofily and waved. Yuuki smiled despite himself. The man with the spiked hair and the eyepatch was looking them all over in turn, not an expression on his face. The other man with the glasses was smiling slightly nervously at them, and Yuuki wondered if he was new and had never met a class of students before.
The other students were more focused on the others. Most of them were looking at the cold vampire, who ignored them all equally, but the smallest one had his eye on the brooding vampire and was looking at him with a dark kind of fascination. Yuuki turned to try to see the other vampire’s reaction, but before he could, the headmaster had announced the start of the new term and everyone was rushing to get a seat at the table. He followed and was soon guzzling some of the sweetest blood he had ever drunk, letting his senses fade into an overwhelming haze of pleasure.
-
The second he had come through the door, Mitsuya had been hit by a wave of anger from the dark vampire with lightly curling hair. Since he had pointed him out, Yukito hadn’t taken his eyes off of him. The emotions emanating from him had thinned considerably, and Yukito was grinning almost maniacally, which probably meant that the two were battling mentally, with the new vampire throwing all his anger and pain at Yukito and Yukito, well… doing whatever he liked, probably. He had briefly tapped Mitsuya and whispered “This term is going to be interesting.”
Mitsuya was more concerned about the vampire who still hung apart from the rest, wearing clothes that clearly distinguished him as a royal. He could probably tear any one of them apart with minimal effort if that were the case. Mitsuya’s blood rose just looking at him, and a quick look at the others showed similar reactions. Whatever the next years had in store for them, Yukito was right about it. If nothing else, it was certainly going to be interesting.
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Are you interested in reading more about this AU? Maybe it will continue! Please leave a comment c: