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Note: Lesse read the first chapter for disclaimers and crap like that. Katsuya will be narrating this one. I think she'll probably reminisce and stuff like that, nothing much. And for disclaimers, they're in the first chapter.

Enjoy!

Blue: Katsuya

By Ryoko

I remember how it all started, how I became a vampire. I was a samurai apprentice, and then I met Yami and Armand. I had been training for many years, since I was thirteen, having disguised myself as a man to get in. They found out my secret when I was only fourteen, but let me stay because I was so skilled. At times I envied the many concubines of the emperor and loathed the Englishmen that were now trading goods with my country. They even built their buildings. I joined an arson group that burned down many of the Englishmen's buildings and ships.

As I lay asleep in the room with my teacher, I heard a noise. Very quiet, hardly noticeable. But I had ears like a hawk; I still do. I went outside to investigate, unsheathing my sword as I left the safety of the hut. I heard them, whispers, barely audible.

"Who are you? Come out! Fight me like a man!" I exclaimed.

"What do you think we should with her, Armand?" a voice said softly, into my ear. I thought these men were going to murder me!

"I don't know… Maybe she should live… Or maybe she should become one of us…" the other said.

I ran from them, turning around to face them, but they were not there… I thought I was hearing things, but then I felt lips against my neck and something knocked my sword out of my hands. Then I felt it, the bites on either side of my neck, I almost cried out in agony, but one of them covered my mouth with their hand.

When I though they would leave me for dead, the one with the golden, magenta, and black hair held me up, biting his wrist and letting me drink his blood. The other watched, no expression on his face.

I drank hungrily, greedily, not wanting to die. The one who had volunteered his wrist to me, had to pull it away. I then went unconscious.

~

I woke in darkness, with darkness surrounding me, then I felt a damp piece of fabric being wiped across my forehead. My top had been opened, but still covering my breasts. It felt so cool.

"Water…" I murmured. "Water, please, water…"

"No, you can't drink water anymore," a strong, but gentle voice said. But he offered his wrist to me, so I bit, piercing the thin flesh and drank a little blood. I was so disoriented, I hadn't realized I had just drunk blood, not the water my mouth so sorely needed.

"What is… What is your name?" I asked.

"Yami," the voice replied.

"Darkness; your name means darkness in my language."

"Maybe I am… I was Pharaoh in ancient Egypt."

"I have never heard of Egypt."

"I'll tell you about it later, young one. By the way, what is your name?"

"Katsuya, Masaki Katsuya."

"Katsuya, like a cat."

"No, I am more like a hawk."

"Your behavior is that of a cat. Your body is like a cat's too."

"Like a cat…" the last thing I said before I passed out.

~

When I woke up again, I was in a house, an Englishman's house. I quickly jumped off the bed, unsheathing my sword, but I couldn't feel it handle. I was dumbfounded, then my pants fell off. I screamed like a beast, so frustrated and angry I was.

I heard footsteps and a door slam open, it was that creature, that evil creature, with the golden bangs and black and magenta hair.

"You, evil monster! I shall kill you! Where's my sword?!"

He cleared his throat, pointing at me. My pants… I felt the warm tears in my eyes. I was a samurai warrior for the emperor of Japan, I could not cry, so I charged him, but he grabbed my wrists.

"Calm down," he said. That voice…

"Yami?" I stopped struggling and fell onto him, crying into his chest, feeling his strong arms around my back. I couldn't believe what was happening.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to rid myself of tears, but I saw a dark pink, almost red color on my hands where I had rubbed my eyes. There was blood in my hot tears. I stopped crying.

"Why did you turn me into a creature that cries blood?" I asked exasperated.

"You'll be good one… I need a companion, someone to travel with me. I'm leaving my other friend soon, he's downstairs, if you want to meet him."

"I want to meet him then."

"Before you do, you must change. You cannot get away with wearing a samurai's clothing in France; especially since you are a woman. I have a dress for you, it's in the closet."

"Arigato…, Please, turn around I don't want you to-"

"Alright." Yami turned around and I headed for the closet, pulling out a dress made from silk, nothing like the kimonos women usually wear in Japan. There were also undergarments that I put on, including this weird contraption that made my figure slimmer and my breasts be uncomfortably pushed together and against my ribs that Yami had to help me with. He also helped me with the dress, buttoning the buttons in the back.

I bowed. "Arigato," I said, thanking him for his help.

"You're welcome. Follow me and you will get to meet my friend, Armand." So I followed Yami out of the bedroom, down the hall and down the stairs, then to a sitting room.

"Armand," Yami said.

"Yes Yami?" Armand replied. He was sitting with his back to us, so all I saw of him was his brown hair, it seemed naturally curled, and it went down to his shoulder blades it seemed.

"Come and meet the girl who we made into a vampire."

"Oh, she's finally awake?" Armand stood up and walked over to us. His eyes were brown, his lips were full, he looked androgynous.

Armand took my hand and kissed the back of it lightly and I bowed, my Japanese greeting traditions kicking in.

"Moshi-moshi, I'm Masaki Katsuya," I said.

"Moshi-moshi to you too, I'm Armand," he said back.

"Armand, what do you say about taking Katsuya here out on her first hunt?"

"Okay, I will. But she needs shoes."

"They're by the door."

"Why are they by the door again?"

"It's a Japanese custom not to wear shoes inside a building, but slippers."

Armand gave a nod. "Okay, Katsuya, go put your shoes on and follow me."

~

Armand and I wondered the streets of Paris for more than an hour, before we came upon an alley where a homeless person was sleeping. I followed Armand into the alley. "Are you going to wake him?" I asked, taking cautious steps, so as not to slip on the slick and broken cobblestone path.

"No, he'll just resist. I'll get him his neck and you get his wrist once I have him," Armand explained.

We reached the man. Armand kneeled beside him and then leaning in and biting the exposed neck; the man began to struggle and then I came over, grabbed his wrist and bit. I drank all the blood I could, before Armand pulled me away.

"Let's go find someone just for you," he said, and I nodded in agreement.

We hurried along the streets now; I was excited, glad to be in Armand's presence. No, I was honored. Then we came upon the theatre with people entering, I spotted a man, standing there, smoking a cigarette. Armand had obviously spotted him too because the next thing I knew we were going up to him.

"Good evening," Armand said. "Are you alone?"

The man nodded.

"Do you want to spend the night with us?"

The man nodded again.

Armand motioned for him to follow and off we went, the man following closely behind. We took him back to the house. Yami wasn't there, but I guessed he was out hunting for his own person to feed from.

The man took a seat on the couch while Armand locked the door and walked into the back room, whispering something to me as he passed.

"You can have him, I think you can figure it out. Just make sure to not to drink too much, my young one."

I smirked and hopped on the man's lap, kissing his neck. I felt him getting hard after a few seconds on my necking him, and so when he was really into it, I quickly bit his neck, the tender flesh quickly ripping. The crimson blood, shining in the low candlelight, came pouring out and I quickly lapped at it, drinking all I could.

"You are wonderful," I muttered in Japanese. "And you're blood is delicious."

After that last sentence, I felt the man's last heartbeat. I could feel his blood trailing down my chin, neck, and down in between my breasts. I smirked and laughed insanely, knowing the deed I had done. I was not repulsed by what I had done, I was anxious and awed, and it was a weird, yet beautiful experience, like when I was a samurai back in Japan killing our country's enemies and attacking those Englishmen's buildings, and those ship crews, slitting their throats with my sword.

At some point, Armand came into the front room and caught me as I began to slump and fall from the mere satisfaction this blood drinking had caused. I was laughing to hard, my bloody tears began to well up in my eyes and fall down my eternally deathly pale cheeks.

"Oh Armand… This reminds of my samurai days back on Japan! Cutting the throats of the Englishmen's! Watching the blood gushing from the wound and down their fronts, staining their filthy, nasty clothing!" I laughed some more.

I was so caught up in my laughing that I did not realize Armand had placed me in the bed upstairs, lying on top of me, holding my wrists out to the sides, trying to calm me down.

I finally did stop laughing upon feeling Armand's soft, full lips brush against mine. I was shocked actually that he had done that, but not offended.

"Your insanity will be your downfall if you are not careful young one," Armand whispered in my ear before getting off of me.

I sat up. "I have a love for bloodshed, I was a samurai warrior after all."

"Yes and people will think you are our slave girl when they see your eyes, or your face to be more exact."

"But will they? I could always be a traveling companion, for all they know."

"You are clever, to an extent," Armand said.

"Nn." I shrugged. Armand sat up as did I. I brushed my obsidian hair from my face, and while doing so, I heard the front door close. I got off the bed and left the bedroom, running down stairs and greeting Yami. Armand followed.

"What did you do while I was out?" Yami asked me, seeing a glint my eyes.

"Oh, nothing Yami-san."

"She almost went insane," Armand said. I turned around and mockingly glared at him.

"How so?" Yami asked.

"After she had feed, she began laughing insanely. I had to restrain her."

"Yes, and apparently you did not bother to wipe all the blood that ran down her chin and so on. Katsuya, follow me." Yami began climbing the stairs and I did as he told me. Armand followed us.

The three of us went into the bedroom Armand had calmed me down in. Once inside, Yami motioned for me to sit down on the bed, Armand just stood by the door watching.

Yami found a washcloth and wet it in a basin of water, then wrung it out. He came over to me, sat on the bed, and began wiping my chin, neck, chest, and then he even open my dress to get the blood that run down to my abdomen. While Armand helped me close my dress, Yami rinsed out the bloody washcloth. He came back over to me and kissed me on the mouth; I was utterly confused and shocked by this gesture.

I heard the front door open and Armand hurried downstairs. I looked at Yami quizzically. "Who is that?" I asked.

"You'll see, come with me, and you can meet him. I think you'll like him." So Yami and I went downstairs.

It was a sight to behold what I saw upon arriving downstairs: Armand and this other vampire (I could tell because his skin was deathly white) were kissing, but actually now that I think upon it, they were making out, and furiously too.

Yami cleared his throat loudly to get the attention of the two. "Armand, stop, let Katsuya meet him."

It seemed that Armand was reluctant to let go of this person, but he did, and I saw the vampire. His hair was magenta and his eyes were grayish-green, he was also Japanese.

"This is Ayanojyo," Armand said. "And that is Katsuya."

"Katsuya? I heard that name before, she and some other samurais were wanted for arson and murder," Ayanojyo said simply. He looked depressed and would not stop looking at the floor. I went up to him and lifted up his chin with my index and middle fingers, making him look at me. He wasn't much taller than me, only a couple of inches.

"Moshi-moshi Ayanojyo-san," I said.

"Moshi-moshi Katsuya-san," Ayanojyo said.

I brought my hand back to my side and stepped back into Yami's embrace. Ayanojyo was a bishounen, very much like Armand, but I would never say. Ayanojyo also looked a bit… upset; maybe it was the way his eyes were tilted, I couldn't tell.

I felt Yami kiss me on the cheek and I blushed. I don't know why, I just did, and I had never blushed before in my life, as weird as it seems. I was always in the company of men, though when I bathed at the hot springs, I would always bath by myself, as the men insisted it and I was also female and it wouldn't be proper, even as a samurai, I knew that. As I have mentioned before, I was jealous of the emperor's wife, concubines, and mistresses, I always did wonder what it was like to be feminine and to wear kimonos all the time and to… and to have sex. I never once had sex, I'm still a virgin, not that I mind.

Yami let go of me, but grabbed my arm and led me upstairs to his room.

~

Yami closed the bedroom door and a laid me on the bed, he began kissing my neck and then nipped at it, as of trying to draw blood. He opened my dress and pushed it down, revealing my breasts, but he didn't bother to touch them, instead he whispered into my ear.

"Bite my neck and drink. Do not worry about hurting me." So I bit into Yami's neck, drinking his blood. Soon after I felt him bite into my neck and drink my blood. I closed my eyes, the world seeming to have slowed down, all of Yami and my actions seemingly languid.

I placed my hands on the back of his eternally cold neck, my fingers slipping into his hair. Yami held my head in place and slipped his other arm under my lower back.

We released each other's necks at the same time, though I had wanted much more from him, but I knew I would never get it, and I didn't know why. It seemed as if he knew what I wanted.

"Hmm, I wish I could make love to you, but I can't. If… if I did come, I would bleed, and so would you," Yami explained, then he kissed me.

~

A month had passed, and I was homesick, I missed Japan terribly, though Ayanojyo didn't, I never bothered to ask why. Yami was so nice to me; I never wanted to leave him, or Armand and Ayanojyo. My life was great.

One night, after Yami and I had deposed the body of a victim we had shared, I voiced my homesickness to him.

"I want to go back to Japan, I miss it."

Yami looked at me. "We could go back there, when do you want to go?"

"Anytime soon would be fine." I sighed. "Preferably… tomorrow night?"

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

"I want Armand and Ayanojyo to go too."

Yami nodded slightly. "I'll ask them when we get back home."

I looked at Yami and smiled, something I never remember doing back in Japan. We hurried back to the house and waited in the parlor for Ayanojyo and Armand to return.

Once the two had arrived, I hurried to the front hallway and dragged both of them into the parlor where I sat them down and Yami told them about how I wanted to go back to Japan. Yami asked them if they wanted to go, Armand said yes, while Ayanojyo was indifferent to the whole idea. He looked upset though.

Right after that, Yami left to make arrangements for us to leave tomorrow night, Armand following him after five minutes.

"Why do you want to go back to Japan?" Ayanojyo asked after thirty minutes of silence between us. Ayanojyo still looked at the carpeted flooring.

"I miss it… Don't you? My… my comrades may be gone though, imprisoned or killed. I had a good life there."

Ayanojyo looked up at me, those cursed bloody tears welling up in his eyes, some escaping and streaming down his white cheeks, leaving red trails behind. "I don't want to go back. I don't, I never, liked it there. My family was poor; I couldn't become a samurai even if I had wanted to. My love never know I existed, he was a nobleman, whenever he rode through our tiny village, I always was in the very front, closest to him, looking at him with admiration. He had several concubines, no children though.

"When my family had found out I loved him, they made me leave. I was the only male and they refused to accept I loved another man. My family died when some a group of samurais burnt down the village. I don't know whom. But I left, traveling around, until some men captured me. They touched me and raped me and other things, but I got food, so I put up with it." Ayanojyo wiped the tears in his eyes away with his hand. "I was trying to get away one night, with all the food I could away with. And I ran into Armand and Yami, literally."

Ayanojyo suddenly just stopped talking, but within a few moments had begun sobbing. He stopped sobbing, trying to regain his composure. "I dropped the food I had stolen; I was so shocked to have run into anybody that late into the night. I tried apologizing, but Armand just grabbed my wrist tightly and looked at me. `Take me with you,' I said to him, not wanting to tell him my predicament, but he didn't bother to ask why and said I could, under one condition though. I said okay, as long he didn't hurt me. He didn't, he held me close and bit my neck and began drinking my blood. I thought he was going to kill me, but he ended up letting me go, then he bit his wrist and let me drinking his blood. Within a few moments, I was in ditch at the side of the road, going through the worst experience ever.

"After I had gone through that, Armand and Yami took me to the inn they were staying at. That's my story, nothing special. But I wanted to get revenge on those men who had done those things to me, I still do."

"Interesting, I'll help you get revenge, if you want that is."

"How did you become a samurai? You're a woman."

"Interesting story there… My family was about middle class, I say was because I haven't seen my family since I went to become a samurai, and a band of samurais came to my town, saying the emperor wanted more recruits, and because I was sick of doing menial labors reserved for women, I decided to give it a shot. I stole my deceased brother's clothing, from when he went to become a samurai, and I cut my hair and disguised myself of a boy of fourteen, and I was about thirteen at this time, and I was good at the sword play, because my brother used to teach me when I was younger."

"You are a crappy story teller."

"I know. I sometimes would be jealous of the emperor's many concubines and children. After about a year in my disguise, they discovered my identity, but because I was so good, they kept me."

Ayanojyo just nodded a bit and wiped his eyes. "They're back," he said suddenly. Right after he had said that, the door opened. Ayanojyo stood up and went to them, leaving me in the parlor, but I followed pursuit, just in time to see Ayanojyo hug Armand tightly, then kiss his cheek.

Yami came up to me. "Why don't you greet me too?" he asked mockingly, then hugged me quickly and kissed me on the mouth. "We leave tomorrow at midnight, so you might want to pack any clothes you might want to bring."

I nodded. "Okay."

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Ryoko: I'm leaving you all in suspense, isn't it just so cruel of me? Don't worry, After Raven's chapter (next), I shall have Ayanojyo's chapter, telling what happens in Japan, then Katsuya's chapter, then Ken's and Daisuke's chapters. That's how I plan it so far right now… Any plot ideas; e-mail me at ryoko_chan80@hotmail.com or starhealer@hotmail.com and put "plot idea" as the subject or it will be deleted (one address, I get mail to see porn, which I do not want to see. And they spell come C-U-M, it must be a secret message).

And review, chapter 3 in the works…