All Things Beautiful and Bloody [2/?]
Title: All Things Beautiful and Bloody
Characters: Everybody, this part featuring Jinnai Sho, Omi Youichirou, Yamada Yuuki, Yamaguchi Kenki, Akutsu Shintarou, and Mitsuya Ryou among others.
Genre: Vampire School!AU
Chapter Rating: PG-13 I guess. There's blood and mild language and Madame You-chan mostly.
Word Count: ~2660
Summary: The feast ends and the new students start to get settled in, with the help of their teachers.
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 2
It was always fun watching the newcomers gorge themselves at the first night’s banquet. Sho had had centuries to refine his tastes, but the young ones hadn’t yet developed a sense for it. He doubted they could even tell blood types apart, much less appreciate the individual flavors and aromas that each human and vampire innately possessed. He and Youichirou usually made a game of it, of course, seeking out the most noxious and unappealing vintages from the cellar and arranging to have them brought to the table, then seeing who was fool enough to drink them. On feast nights, however, only “refreshments of the highest quality” were to be served, by the headmaster’s decree. He and Youichirou had something of a bet going as to whether he did this to spite them, or conversely that he kept the bad stuff around to keep them entertained and just wanted to keep it classy on special occasions. Sho favored the former, because anything Kamitsuru Tooru did was done to spite someone, and it was usually him. Anyway, he wasn’t the kind that let any sort of blood at all go to waste.
The new kids certainly hadn’t done that. True, the Tsuchinoya had sipped rather than guzzled his, but he hadn’t refused it outright. Even the irritable one, who had so rudely forced his emotional state on everyone before Yukito decided he would be his new toy, had left aside fighting him long enough to finish a bottle. The wild-looking one, Yamada, had drained his bottle in one long, fluid movement and almost immediately passed out. Youichirou declared that she would be the one to take him to bed, and Sho gave in after a little half-hearted resistance. He had no intention of giving that one up to her, but she’d have a job getting him conscious enough to seduce. In the meantime, he could turn his attentions toward the others.
The round, slightly colorless boy who had been introduced simply as “Shoutarou” seemed as good a place to start as any. He seemed to be in the process of getting up from the table, so Sho nudged Youichirou. “Ought we help our young charges to their final resting place, as it were?”
As he said this, Yamada stirred slightly, a movement they were both quick to pick up on. “Couldn’t have timed it better, my love. After you.” Of course she wanted to know which one was Sho’s second choice. Whether she’d leave him to it or try to jump in after that was a little uncertain, but he thought she’d probably leave him alone. Shoutarou’s blood wasn’t the sort that most appealed to her, and she’d want to focus on Yamada, whom they had both privately acknowledged to be something of a prize. He didn’t like the idea of letting her do whatever she wanted to that precious little morsel -at least, not while he wasn’t around to enjoy the show - but it was a risk he had to take if he wanted to win this round.
As they got up, Yamaguchi stood as well. “I’ll take Akutsu, if it’s all the same to you,” he said in an offhand tone.
“As you like,” Sho replied easily. It was interesting that Yamaguchi would take an interest in a student this early in the semester, especially considering that he had no real empathic abilities to speak of. Probably Kamitsuru had something to do with it. Sho couldn’t very well complain, since it meant less work for him. Youichirou nodded to him, then decided that wasn’t enough and briefly wrapped a hand around his neck, probing at the veins that jumped lightly beneath the skin.
“May he learn much from you,” she said. Her tone was absolutely dripping with implications, but Yamaguchi, bless his samurai heart, didn’t seem to notice anything beyond the fairly innocent words. He nodded pleasantly at her and went ahead. Even without looking, Sho knew she was rolling her eyes at him affectionately. Yamaguchi’s principles had never made much sense to either of them, since if there was one thing vampires needed only in extreme moderation, it was morality. At any rate, it meant less competition over their tasty, tasty students, and Yamaguchi had never turned him or Youichirou down for that sort of trivial reason, so they had never found reason to encourage him to change his views.
Shiramata got up as well. “Are we doing something? Am I supposed to do something?” He adjusted his spectacles nervously.
“The Tsuchinoya’s not happy with his 18th century vintage and wants something a little more fresh,” Youichirou said carelessly. “If you’re willing to do the honors.”
Shiramata’s eyes got big and he bit down on his nail before a big silly grin took over his face. “Guess I better not keep him waiting, then!” he said.
Sho weighed the amusement he would gain by watching him face off against the noble vampire against the possibility that the Tsuchinoya would take offense and end up killing them all. He decided there was always time to let Shiramata make a fool of himself later. He grabbed him by the collar as he was pushing in his chair. “She was joking, Pink-mata. You wanna pick up little Negishi and toss him in his bed?”
Shiramata looked confused for a second before his grin returned. “Yeah, sure! He’s a little big, but I’ll manage somehow.”
“You always do,” Youichirou murmured, and touched Sho’s hand. “Shoutarou?”
“Shoutarou,” he confirmed, and strode off to collect his first victim.
Student, that is.
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There wasn’t anything better than blood, Yuuki thought dreamily. The only thing better than blood was school, because they gave you blood there, and you didn’t even have to chase it down yourself and then clean up afterwards.
Apparently, they also had someone escort you to your room after you gorged yourself. Another point in its favor. The headmaster might be a complete and total bastard, but the rest of the staff couldn’t be so bad. Not this lady, at least.
He hadn’t ever met a female vampire before, but then before today he had only met two others - the headmaster, and the damned leech that had changed him. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, exactly, but she was everything he had never known he had been missing in his life. Soft as a vampire could be, reddish-gold hair arranged just so, lips red as the blood he could take from her, that she could take from him…
He shook his head in confusion. Something strange was happening to him. Vampires weren’t supposed to want to get bitten by other people, especially the kind who could no doubt easily drain him and then crush him into powder. It had to be a trick of some kind.
He tried to say something about it, but only managed to glare at her. The coordination that took resulted in him tripping over a chip in the uneven stone tile. He landed hard and was completely stunned for a moment. When he recovered his senses, he found his head resting in the lady vampire’s lap. Oh.
“You’re quite the lovely one,” she said. Her long eyelashes fluttered lightly as she spoke, and it was all he could do to follow their minute movements. “Might you be willing to offer me just a sip of the ruby that runs through your veins?”
Yuuki tried to figure out what that meant and failed. She had a hand in his hair and was stroking it in a peculiar rhythm. Every now and then her nails pricked his scalp ever so lightly and a shiver of excitement would pass through his body. Her other hand was resting lightly on his chest, and almost unconsciously he brought his hand on top of it, unsure if he wanted to push it away or keep it there forever. The moving hand caught briefly in a lock of hair, which managed to shock him out of his dazed state. He pushed at her and tried to get up. He failed at that as well.
“Bad,” he said, latching onto the best word he could think of. His brain and mouth briefly wrestled with the word “enchantment,” and eventually settled on “spell.” “No bad spells,” he said conclusively, and waited for her response.
She cupped his face with both hands and grinned. Despite his hazy state, he found himself marveling at how bright and genuine a smile it was, without any of the discomfort he had felt earlier. “You think I’m doing that to you, sweet one? You’ve naught but yourself to blame, I’m afraid.” After a pause during which Yuuki managed to comprehend what she had said, but was still working on rearranging his features into an expression of disbelief, she continued: “I could have, of course, but I find that spoils the taste, whereas when blood is freely given, it only strengthens the innate notes of sweetness.” She lifted his face toward her and kissed the tip of his nose. “You need not fear me taking from you against your will. You might well fear it of others, certainly, but I am no longer that sort of creature.” She helped him to his feet and took his arm again.
After a minute, they arrived in front of a large stone door. Yuuki confirmed that vampires were still capable of blushing when the woman reached nonchalantly down the front of her dress and pulled out an ancient-looking steel key. “Welcome home. I really should stay with you longer, if only to make my dearest love worry for you, but you drank far too much too quickly to be properly worth seducing.” She opened the door and showed Yuuki into an immense dark room utterly devoid of windows. “Here there’s no chance of you accidentally burning yourself up in the sun’s light. However, outside this room… Well, I’d hate for anything to happen to you, so perhaps I’ll just hold onto this key for you so you’re not tempted to stray.” She dropped the key back down her dress with a wink.
Yuuki started to say something in argument, but the woman suddenly grabbed him firmly by the shoulders, in a grip so tight he couldn’t move. She pressed her lips against his and he found the only thing he was able to do was kiss back. He couldn’t sure how long she held him there, but she eventually let him go only to briefly slip her tongue into his mouth and against the longer of his two fangs, leaving behind a single drop of blood. He swallowed convulsively, only to moan in a helplessly pitiful way as it rolled down his throat like a ball of fire, infusing him with an immense, glorious heat.
The woman laughed lightly, showing all her teeth. “Have a good rest, my sweet one. Until evening.” Suddenly far too aware of the situation, all Yuuki could do was stare at her, and then at the door that had closed behind her. He continued to stare at it long after the key had turned in the lock and the bolt had slid into place.
-
“Apparently the headmaster isn’t sure what to make of you at all," Yamaguchi said, pushing Akutsu slightly to the side as a blade sliced through the air just beside him. Akutsu froze, eyes going wide. “Oh, there was a trap there, sorry. You kind of tend to forget about those.” He patted Akutsu on the back, which earned him a glare he barely noticed. “Anyway, apparently he’s never seen anyone adapt to the lifestyle as quickly as you have. Even those who know what to expect aren’t prepared when the lust first hits them.”
Akutsu’s face twisted and the corridor seemed to darken slightly. Yamaguchi paid attention to neither of these things, as he was busy trying to remember if there were any other traps he should warn him about before they got to the room he was assigned to. “It’s not that I was prepared,” he said slowly. He dug his nails into the palm of his hand, drawing blood.
Yamaguchi stopped. “Are you all right? I… I suppose I should let you know straight off, I’m not interested in drinking from stu…dents?” He trailed off in confusion as a huge shadow detached itself from Akutsu and launched itself at him. He batted it away effortlessly with a backhand strike.
Akutsu growled in frustration and jumped at him, fangs bared. Yamaguchi stepped aside and held him easily against the wall. “So this is why Kamitsuru had me take this one,” he said to himself, then addressed the young vampire. “Are you still hungry? Or did I do something wrong? Either way, it’s not nice to attack people.”
Akutsu struggled briefly, then stopped. “You wouldn’t understand. Nobody can possibly understand what I went through.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he said in what he hoped wasn’t an unkind tone. “People here have been through a lot themselves. You might find someone who’s been in the same situation.”
“No,” Akutsu said flatly, and wouldn’t say anything else. He didn’t try to attack him again, but as soon as they arrived at his room, he slammed the door behind him and locked it before he had the chance to tell him about mealtimes or the start of classes or anything. Yamaguchi looked at the door speculatively. It wouldn’t do to force his way in just to tell him things that could wait until they had slept, he decided eventually, and turned to leave.
A gentle cough sounded behind him and he spun to see Mitsuya standing there. He was as beautiful as ever, with his long brown hair falling softly around his shoulders and curling in slightly to frame his face. His skin was so light and radiant that it seemed to glow with a silvery light. The only thing that spoiled the picture was a slightly crooked collar and a dark mark marring the lines of his long neck. Yamaguchi stiffened slightly.
“I thought I should try to apologize to that one for whatever Yukito was doing to him,” Mitsuya said. “He seemed really upset before and Yukito just made it worse, I’m afraid.”
Yamaguchi took a second to file that information away before responding. If Yukito was already involved, that made his job of taking care of Akutsu properly that much harder. “Akutsu will be all right tomorrow,” he said, hoping it was a true statement. “You had better get to your room, it’s nearly dawn.”
“I should.” Neither of them moved. “I… saw when he went after you earlier,” Mitsuya said hesitantly. “I’m sorry about that as well. Yukito-”
“You really shouldn’t let him drink from you that easily,” Yamaguchi said coldly, a little surprised at the way the words slipped out. Mitsuya adjusted his collar self-consciously and he took a second to recompose himself. “It weakens you, you know?” he said a little more gently. “I would like for you to be able to graduate sooner rather than later.”
Color rushed into Mitsuya’s face and Yamaguchi ran his tongue over his fangs unconsciously. “I’d like that too. I’ll… I’ll get Yukito to understand. Somehow.”
“Once you do…” His words trailed off into silence and he let himself place a hand on Mitsuya’s shoulder. Mitsuya looked up at him, eyes reflecting sadness. Against his better judgment, he pressed closer, so that his chin barely rested on the top of Mitsuya’s head. “I’ll be waiting,” he whispered, so quietly he wasn’t sure whether he’d heard him or not. He drew back before Mitsuya could respond and began to walk away. “A good rest to you.”
“And to you, sir,” Mitsuya replied politely, and Yamaguchi wondered if the sound of that last syllable could possibly hurt Mitsuya anywhere near as badly as it did him.
Someday, he vowed, and quickened his pace.
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I returned with a new chapter, one month later! It'd be great if I could keep releases consistent, I'm sorry I can't write much faster than this somehow though :( Some more of our friendly characters have been identified, what are they gonna do though :?
Characters: Everybody, this part featuring Jinnai Sho, Omi Youichirou, Yamada Yuuki, Yamaguchi Kenki, Akutsu Shintarou, and Mitsuya Ryou among others.
Genre: Vampire School!AU
Chapter Rating: PG-13 I guess. There's blood and mild language and Madame You-chan mostly.
Word Count: ~2660
Summary: The feast ends and the new students start to get settled in, with the help of their teachers.
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 2
It was always fun watching the newcomers gorge themselves at the first night’s banquet. Sho had had centuries to refine his tastes, but the young ones hadn’t yet developed a sense for it. He doubted they could even tell blood types apart, much less appreciate the individual flavors and aromas that each human and vampire innately possessed. He and Youichirou usually made a game of it, of course, seeking out the most noxious and unappealing vintages from the cellar and arranging to have them brought to the table, then seeing who was fool enough to drink them. On feast nights, however, only “refreshments of the highest quality” were to be served, by the headmaster’s decree. He and Youichirou had something of a bet going as to whether he did this to spite them, or conversely that he kept the bad stuff around to keep them entertained and just wanted to keep it classy on special occasions. Sho favored the former, because anything Kamitsuru Tooru did was done to spite someone, and it was usually him. Anyway, he wasn’t the kind that let any sort of blood at all go to waste.
The new kids certainly hadn’t done that. True, the Tsuchinoya had sipped rather than guzzled his, but he hadn’t refused it outright. Even the irritable one, who had so rudely forced his emotional state on everyone before Yukito decided he would be his new toy, had left aside fighting him long enough to finish a bottle. The wild-looking one, Yamada, had drained his bottle in one long, fluid movement and almost immediately passed out. Youichirou declared that she would be the one to take him to bed, and Sho gave in after a little half-hearted resistance. He had no intention of giving that one up to her, but she’d have a job getting him conscious enough to seduce. In the meantime, he could turn his attentions toward the others.
The round, slightly colorless boy who had been introduced simply as “Shoutarou” seemed as good a place to start as any. He seemed to be in the process of getting up from the table, so Sho nudged Youichirou. “Ought we help our young charges to their final resting place, as it were?”
As he said this, Yamada stirred slightly, a movement they were both quick to pick up on. “Couldn’t have timed it better, my love. After you.” Of course she wanted to know which one was Sho’s second choice. Whether she’d leave him to it or try to jump in after that was a little uncertain, but he thought she’d probably leave him alone. Shoutarou’s blood wasn’t the sort that most appealed to her, and she’d want to focus on Yamada, whom they had both privately acknowledged to be something of a prize. He didn’t like the idea of letting her do whatever she wanted to that precious little morsel -at least, not while he wasn’t around to enjoy the show - but it was a risk he had to take if he wanted to win this round.
As they got up, Yamaguchi stood as well. “I’ll take Akutsu, if it’s all the same to you,” he said in an offhand tone.
“As you like,” Sho replied easily. It was interesting that Yamaguchi would take an interest in a student this early in the semester, especially considering that he had no real empathic abilities to speak of. Probably Kamitsuru had something to do with it. Sho couldn’t very well complain, since it meant less work for him. Youichirou nodded to him, then decided that wasn’t enough and briefly wrapped a hand around his neck, probing at the veins that jumped lightly beneath the skin.
“May he learn much from you,” she said. Her tone was absolutely dripping with implications, but Yamaguchi, bless his samurai heart, didn’t seem to notice anything beyond the fairly innocent words. He nodded pleasantly at her and went ahead. Even without looking, Sho knew she was rolling her eyes at him affectionately. Yamaguchi’s principles had never made much sense to either of them, since if there was one thing vampires needed only in extreme moderation, it was morality. At any rate, it meant less competition over their tasty, tasty students, and Yamaguchi had never turned him or Youichirou down for that sort of trivial reason, so they had never found reason to encourage him to change his views.
Shiramata got up as well. “Are we doing something? Am I supposed to do something?” He adjusted his spectacles nervously.
“The Tsuchinoya’s not happy with his 18th century vintage and wants something a little more fresh,” Youichirou said carelessly. “If you’re willing to do the honors.”
Shiramata’s eyes got big and he bit down on his nail before a big silly grin took over his face. “Guess I better not keep him waiting, then!” he said.
Sho weighed the amusement he would gain by watching him face off against the noble vampire against the possibility that the Tsuchinoya would take offense and end up killing them all. He decided there was always time to let Shiramata make a fool of himself later. He grabbed him by the collar as he was pushing in his chair. “She was joking, Pink-mata. You wanna pick up little Negishi and toss him in his bed?”
Shiramata looked confused for a second before his grin returned. “Yeah, sure! He’s a little big, but I’ll manage somehow.”
“You always do,” Youichirou murmured, and touched Sho’s hand. “Shoutarou?”
“Shoutarou,” he confirmed, and strode off to collect his first victim.
Student, that is.
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There wasn’t anything better than blood, Yuuki thought dreamily. The only thing better than blood was school, because they gave you blood there, and you didn’t even have to chase it down yourself and then clean up afterwards.
Apparently, they also had someone escort you to your room after you gorged yourself. Another point in its favor. The headmaster might be a complete and total bastard, but the rest of the staff couldn’t be so bad. Not this lady, at least.
He hadn’t ever met a female vampire before, but then before today he had only met two others - the headmaster, and the damned leech that had changed him. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, exactly, but she was everything he had never known he had been missing in his life. Soft as a vampire could be, reddish-gold hair arranged just so, lips red as the blood he could take from her, that she could take from him…
He shook his head in confusion. Something strange was happening to him. Vampires weren’t supposed to want to get bitten by other people, especially the kind who could no doubt easily drain him and then crush him into powder. It had to be a trick of some kind.
He tried to say something about it, but only managed to glare at her. The coordination that took resulted in him tripping over a chip in the uneven stone tile. He landed hard and was completely stunned for a moment. When he recovered his senses, he found his head resting in the lady vampire’s lap. Oh.
“You’re quite the lovely one,” she said. Her long eyelashes fluttered lightly as she spoke, and it was all he could do to follow their minute movements. “Might you be willing to offer me just a sip of the ruby that runs through your veins?”
Yuuki tried to figure out what that meant and failed. She had a hand in his hair and was stroking it in a peculiar rhythm. Every now and then her nails pricked his scalp ever so lightly and a shiver of excitement would pass through his body. Her other hand was resting lightly on his chest, and almost unconsciously he brought his hand on top of it, unsure if he wanted to push it away or keep it there forever. The moving hand caught briefly in a lock of hair, which managed to shock him out of his dazed state. He pushed at her and tried to get up. He failed at that as well.
“Bad,” he said, latching onto the best word he could think of. His brain and mouth briefly wrestled with the word “enchantment,” and eventually settled on “spell.” “No bad spells,” he said conclusively, and waited for her response.
She cupped his face with both hands and grinned. Despite his hazy state, he found himself marveling at how bright and genuine a smile it was, without any of the discomfort he had felt earlier. “You think I’m doing that to you, sweet one? You’ve naught but yourself to blame, I’m afraid.” After a pause during which Yuuki managed to comprehend what she had said, but was still working on rearranging his features into an expression of disbelief, she continued: “I could have, of course, but I find that spoils the taste, whereas when blood is freely given, it only strengthens the innate notes of sweetness.” She lifted his face toward her and kissed the tip of his nose. “You need not fear me taking from you against your will. You might well fear it of others, certainly, but I am no longer that sort of creature.” She helped him to his feet and took his arm again.
After a minute, they arrived in front of a large stone door. Yuuki confirmed that vampires were still capable of blushing when the woman reached nonchalantly down the front of her dress and pulled out an ancient-looking steel key. “Welcome home. I really should stay with you longer, if only to make my dearest love worry for you, but you drank far too much too quickly to be properly worth seducing.” She opened the door and showed Yuuki into an immense dark room utterly devoid of windows. “Here there’s no chance of you accidentally burning yourself up in the sun’s light. However, outside this room… Well, I’d hate for anything to happen to you, so perhaps I’ll just hold onto this key for you so you’re not tempted to stray.” She dropped the key back down her dress with a wink.
Yuuki started to say something in argument, but the woman suddenly grabbed him firmly by the shoulders, in a grip so tight he couldn’t move. She pressed her lips against his and he found the only thing he was able to do was kiss back. He couldn’t sure how long she held him there, but she eventually let him go only to briefly slip her tongue into his mouth and against the longer of his two fangs, leaving behind a single drop of blood. He swallowed convulsively, only to moan in a helplessly pitiful way as it rolled down his throat like a ball of fire, infusing him with an immense, glorious heat.
The woman laughed lightly, showing all her teeth. “Have a good rest, my sweet one. Until evening.” Suddenly far too aware of the situation, all Yuuki could do was stare at her, and then at the door that had closed behind her. He continued to stare at it long after the key had turned in the lock and the bolt had slid into place.
-
“Apparently the headmaster isn’t sure what to make of you at all," Yamaguchi said, pushing Akutsu slightly to the side as a blade sliced through the air just beside him. Akutsu froze, eyes going wide. “Oh, there was a trap there, sorry. You kind of tend to forget about those.” He patted Akutsu on the back, which earned him a glare he barely noticed. “Anyway, apparently he’s never seen anyone adapt to the lifestyle as quickly as you have. Even those who know what to expect aren’t prepared when the lust first hits them.”
Akutsu’s face twisted and the corridor seemed to darken slightly. Yamaguchi paid attention to neither of these things, as he was busy trying to remember if there were any other traps he should warn him about before they got to the room he was assigned to. “It’s not that I was prepared,” he said slowly. He dug his nails into the palm of his hand, drawing blood.
Yamaguchi stopped. “Are you all right? I… I suppose I should let you know straight off, I’m not interested in drinking from stu…dents?” He trailed off in confusion as a huge shadow detached itself from Akutsu and launched itself at him. He batted it away effortlessly with a backhand strike.
Akutsu growled in frustration and jumped at him, fangs bared. Yamaguchi stepped aside and held him easily against the wall. “So this is why Kamitsuru had me take this one,” he said to himself, then addressed the young vampire. “Are you still hungry? Or did I do something wrong? Either way, it’s not nice to attack people.”
Akutsu struggled briefly, then stopped. “You wouldn’t understand. Nobody can possibly understand what I went through.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he said in what he hoped wasn’t an unkind tone. “People here have been through a lot themselves. You might find someone who’s been in the same situation.”
“No,” Akutsu said flatly, and wouldn’t say anything else. He didn’t try to attack him again, but as soon as they arrived at his room, he slammed the door behind him and locked it before he had the chance to tell him about mealtimes or the start of classes or anything. Yamaguchi looked at the door speculatively. It wouldn’t do to force his way in just to tell him things that could wait until they had slept, he decided eventually, and turned to leave.
A gentle cough sounded behind him and he spun to see Mitsuya standing there. He was as beautiful as ever, with his long brown hair falling softly around his shoulders and curling in slightly to frame his face. His skin was so light and radiant that it seemed to glow with a silvery light. The only thing that spoiled the picture was a slightly crooked collar and a dark mark marring the lines of his long neck. Yamaguchi stiffened slightly.
“I thought I should try to apologize to that one for whatever Yukito was doing to him,” Mitsuya said. “He seemed really upset before and Yukito just made it worse, I’m afraid.”
Yamaguchi took a second to file that information away before responding. If Yukito was already involved, that made his job of taking care of Akutsu properly that much harder. “Akutsu will be all right tomorrow,” he said, hoping it was a true statement. “You had better get to your room, it’s nearly dawn.”
“I should.” Neither of them moved. “I… saw when he went after you earlier,” Mitsuya said hesitantly. “I’m sorry about that as well. Yukito-”
“You really shouldn’t let him drink from you that easily,” Yamaguchi said coldly, a little surprised at the way the words slipped out. Mitsuya adjusted his collar self-consciously and he took a second to recompose himself. “It weakens you, you know?” he said a little more gently. “I would like for you to be able to graduate sooner rather than later.”
Color rushed into Mitsuya’s face and Yamaguchi ran his tongue over his fangs unconsciously. “I’d like that too. I’ll… I’ll get Yukito to understand. Somehow.”
“Once you do…” His words trailed off into silence and he let himself place a hand on Mitsuya’s shoulder. Mitsuya looked up at him, eyes reflecting sadness. Against his better judgment, he pressed closer, so that his chin barely rested on the top of Mitsuya’s head. “I’ll be waiting,” he whispered, so quietly he wasn’t sure whether he’d heard him or not. He drew back before Mitsuya could respond and began to walk away. “A good rest to you.”
“And to you, sir,” Mitsuya replied politely, and Yamaguchi wondered if the sound of that last syllable could possibly hurt Mitsuya anywhere near as badly as it did him.
Someday, he vowed, and quickened his pace.
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I returned with a new chapter, one month later! It'd be great if I could keep releases consistent, I'm sorry I can't write much faster than this somehow though :( Some more of our friendly characters have been identified, what are they gonna do though :?