Juvenile Orion Fan Fiction ❯ Hyacinthus and the Dark Apollo ❯ Bloodlust ( Chapter 1 )

I'm back and with a new story with a new pairing. It's probably the most pervy one in this fandom so far, but I tried to make it work. Tell me if I pulled it off. I also take criticism into consideration, but not flames. Don't feel obligated to review, but it'll be very much appreciated, and tends to motivate me more.

 

This is FAN fiction, people. Use common sense.

 

Thanks to my beta, viriditas.

 

Hyacinthus and the Dark Apollo

Chapter 1

Bloodlust

By Illusion

 

Damn it.

“Sir, are you all right?”

Fuck no.

“I'm fine. Good work, Yamamoto.”

“Thank you, sir. What should we do with him?”

Damn it.

“The bullet hit him in the shoulder. Probably broke the main artery.”

“And if it didn't?”

“He'll bleed to death.”

If I had my powers….

“Leave him in the alley.”

“Yes, sir.”

Damn it.

The sun was beginning to set as a man in a crisp black suit dragged a disheveled and bleeding man into a shadowy alley. Several of the homeless looked on in dulled interest.

Ama-Inu tried to break free from the yakuza's hold, but only managed to twitch slightly. He reeled from blood loss and he barely registered a car driving away or the hobos' scraggly hands rifling through his clothing searching for something of value.

Damn it.

He couldn't even pull himself to a sitting position.

Pathetic.

It had been six years since he had last found himself in a similar situation and swore it would never happen again.

Apparently the fates disagreed.

His vision swam in and out of focus. Where did all the hobos go? He was losing too much blood. The alley blurred into a mix of grays before everything faded to white.

 

--

 

He woke to the smell of seaweed and blinked groggily. Despite the blinding light, he forced his eyes to remain open. Ama-Inu wanted all his senses alert in unfamiliar surroundings, but first….

He smelled more than saw the miso soup on the nightstand beside his bed. Lifting the bowl, he examined the liquid for any traces of oils or powders before bringing it to his lips to slurp down, using the spoon only to shovel the last bits of seaweed into his mouth.

Belly now full, Ama-Inu glanced around the room with renewed apprehension. To his surprise, it was not a lab or medical ward, but an ordinary but relatively bare bedroom. Sunlight streamed in from a window to his left and a bureau leaned against the opposite wall. To his right was a closet and plugged in between it and the door was an unlit nightlight.

He blinked at this last feature before sliding out of the bed. Well, there didn't seem to be any danger nearby, so he padded to the door and cracked it open. Seeing nobody in the hall, he slipped out and followed the soft mechanical humming characteristic of refrigerators.

“Feeling better?”

Ama-Inu's head snapped around. Looking over the back of a couch was a blond man with unnaturally gold eyes. He regarded the darklore stoically.

“If I wanted to kill you I already would have. My master and the others are at work or school and regret to not being here when you wake. Did you eat the soup?”

Ama-Inu nodded stiffly. The man, most likely an eraser, judging by his appearance, was either extremely powerful or extremely careless. He highly doubted it was the latter. However, he was right; if he wanted to kill him, Ama-Inu would not be standing there in a pair of too-small pajamas.

The eraser slid silently off the couch and walked around it toward him. “I need to check on the wound,” he explained before Ama-Inu could bolt. “When Kuro-san and Hayami brought you here, we weren't sure how old the wound was. Follow me.”

He led the silent Darklore back down the hallway to the bathroom, across from the room Ama-Inu had woken in. The eraser took some cotton balls and alcohol out of a drawer and sat the other psychic down on the edge of the bathtub.

They sat in awkward silence as the eraser unwound the bandages and examined the raw tissue. Ama-Inu hissed when he rubbed an alcohol-soaked cotton ball gently over the wound. The eraser then held his hand over the shoulder and Ama-Inu braced himself for the intense itching that came along with the individual cells stitching themselves together.

“Hayami's healing is not his strongest power,” the eraser murmured as he began packing the extra supplies away.

Ama-Inu shrugged the shirt back on.

The eraser cleared his throat. “You should rest more,” he said. “I'll be making ramen for lunch. Just, ah, call me if you need anything.” And he glided out of the bathroom.

Ama-Inu remained seated, then quietly slipped back into the room.

 

--

 

Out of war-trained reflex, his hand darted out and closed around a slender throat. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he glared at the unfamiliar face.

The man gripped Ama-Inu's arm tightly and fought to retain some sort of dignity as he gasped for air. “Do you… want… dinner?” he managed to choke out.

The growl faded as Ama-Inu remembered his situation and he released the other man.

As soon as he recovered, he grinned and bowed. “Hayami, You,” he said. “Would you like to eat dinner with us? Kuro brought some udon home.”

The darklore stared at the cheerful man, baffled by the way he ignored Ama-Inu's attempt to strangle him. He nodded stiffly.

“Great! You can come in the pajamas. We don't have any clothes that'll fit you. We're all kind of small here.”

Ama-Inu trailed mutely behind Hayami down the hall and into a small kitchen-dining room. Underneath a bright mini-chandelier lamp sat three people at a rectangular dinner table who spoke in comfortably quiet voices. They looked up as the two men entered. Hayami plopped himself beside a dark haired man and pulled a bowl of steaming noodles towards himself. Across from him sat a teenager, no older than 16. Beside him was the eraser from earlier. Unsure, Ama-Inu hovered near the wall.

“You may sit beside me,” the teenager offered, indicating an empty seat.

Ama-Inu lowered himself into the chair slowly. The boy had bunny ears. A darklore. Hayami lacked Arayashiki elegance and Wiz-dom's religious zeal. An E.G.O. He turned to the last new face.

“Welcome to our home,” he said, bowing his head slightly. “I am Sakurai, Kuro. Next to you is White Rabbit, but everybody calls him Yuki. You already met Gabriel and You-chan.”

He smiled, not unkindly. Ama-Inu noted that Sakurai had a very soothing smile. “You haven't mind breaked me,” he said.

Hayami's record-breaking slurping changed abruptly into a mixture of coughing and laughing, the other two smiled, and Sakurai chuckled, “There's no need for that. Come. Eat your dinner before it gets cold.”

He was still confused and it had been a long time since he had been warmly welcomed, but the noodles' scent beckoned to him, and a stray can never resist food.

 

--

 

He woke to the sound of soft knocking. A pair of large, almost childlike, eyes peeked into the room.

“I'm already awake, so you might as well come in,” he growled.

Yuki crept into the room silently and shut the door behind him. He remained against it, head down and hands behind his back.

Ama-Inu sat up in bed.

The teen shuffled his feet slightly and cleared his throat. “Tomorrow is Sunday.”

The older darklore waited. The boy's face flushed.

“We can buy you some clothes. Or we can look for your master,” the words tumbled from his mouth in a indiscernible mumble.

Ama-Inu stared at him. “I don't need more clothes,” he grumbled.

“You can't just wear one outfit,” Yuki argued. “Even if your stay here is short, you need at least one more set to wear while your other is in the wash. Oh, but we might find your master tomorrow….”

In the dim light, Ama-Inu could barely see the pink that graced the boy's face. He flopped back onto the bed and rolled so that his back was to the door. “One set,” he growled.

Still blushing, Yuki smiled. “I'll wake you in the morning,” he said, and slipped out as silently as he had come.

 

--

 

He was already awake when the younger psychic came. In his arms was Ama-Inu's clean clothes, which he left at the foot of the bed before bowing himself out. He dressed quickly and followed his host. Yuki raised a finger to his lips when Ama-Inu found him in the kitchen.

“You-chan and Kuro-san like to sleep in,” the boy whispered.

Ama-Inu slid into a seat at the small table where another bowl of miso soup sat steaming. He picked up his chopsticks.

The meal passed in silence and the two darklore soon found themselves standing awkwardly in a nearby clothing store.

“So,” Yuki cleared his throat. “Since it's summer, you need something with short sleeves.”

Ama-Inu trailed behind the boy mutely as he walked quickly to a nearby rack. Yuki plucked out the first T-shirt he laid his hands on, a red and yellow striped one. He didn't even turn to show it to his guest before shoving it back o the rack. Simple, he thought. Find something simple. He pulled out a lime green shirt.

The other darklore stared at it. “I'm not wearing that.”

Yuki looked at it. “But it's just a plain shirt.”

“I don't wear yellow.”

The boy blinked. He replaced the garment and pulled out a plain black T-shirt.

Ama-Inu grunted and Yuki took that as a yes.

“Um…” he blushed slightly as they made their way to the jeans. “Pardon me for asking, but are you colorblind?”

Another non-committed grunt followed by an awkward pause. “Only reds and greens,” he admitted.

“So what do red things look like?”

Ama-Inu was contemplated the question before slowly saying, “Kinda a… grayish brown.”

“Oh. Ok.”

They didn't speak for the rest of the shopping trip except to verify which jeans fit and which didn't. When they reached the house, Ama-Inu headed straight for the guest room. Yuki sighed and flopped onto the couch.

“How did it go?” Gabriel asked as he came in through the back door with an empty laundry basket.

Yuki groaned softly. “Why couldn't You-chan take him out?”

“Hayami's shift starts at 10:00 on Sundays.”

The darklore groaned again.

“Yuki-kun, help me with lunch.”

He made a face and joined the eraser in the small kitchen, where he was set to slicing bread. “Sandwiches again?” he teased.

“Easy and quick to make,” Gabriel huffed.

Yuki smiled. He twitched his ears slightly to make sure nobody could overhear. “He doesn't say much.”

“Were you expecting anything else?”

“No,” he admitted, “but that didn't make it any less awkward.”

“He is a psychic whose powers have been sealed for a very long time.” Gabriel added a dollop of mayonnaise on top of the lettuce. “There is also an incredible bloodlust in him.”

“Maybe that made him headstrong and he picked a fight with the wrong person?”

“Maybe. Do you remember about four years ago how there was a group of hunters?”

“Kind of.”

“He was one of them.” Gabriel slipped the sandwich into a plastic baggie labeled “Hayami”. “Picked quite a few fights with Kaname-kun.”

“I remember,” Yuki said. “I saw him after one of their fights. He was in an alley and I left him some carrots.” He turned to the eraser. “I keep wondering if he remembers.”

Gabriel smiled. “Does it matter?”

The darklore stared at his guardian's vivid green eyes. “He's colorblind,” he said.

“It's a start.”

 

--

 

“Master! It was fun. Hanging out with you, that is.”

“Ama-Inu!”

He lunged forward eagerly, knowing he would die with no regrets. He could feel the evil god's claws ripping and tearing through his flesh and when he fell, it was with a smile. Yes, this was how a warrior was supposed to die.

 

--

 

Ama-Inu woke with a start. He didn't need to look to know all the sheets were shredded. He sat up and buried a hand in his hair.

I need to kill something.

Sliding out of bed, he pulled a pair of jeans on over his boxers and slipped out of the house. He marched toward the city, not caring that his sweat and the humidity was causing his shirt to stick to his back or that his pants weren't completely buttoned up.

It didn't take him long to find a group of thugs lounging around in the red light district. He didn't bother with the usual tough talk and just punched the nearest one across the face.

“What the fuck's your problem?” another one shouted before he too met Ama-Inu's fist.

“Mother fucker!”

He blocked a fist from behind, swung his body around, and smashed his elbow into the thug's temple before striking at another in front of him. He smirked when he felt more than heard the man's nose crunch under his fist as hot liquid flowed over his knuckles.

Yes, he thought, catching a roundhouse kick and forcing the leg to bend at an unnatural angle. This is how a warrior lives.

The scuffle ended all too quickly for the darklore and he stood over the prone bodies, disgusted. Of the five, four were still breathing and there is no challenge in killing unconscious weaklings. He growled. Either way, his urge to fight was appeased.

He returned to the house an hour before dawn and washed the blood off his hands in the bathroom sink, careful not to stain it. He pulled the tattered remains of the sheets around him and resolved to figure out what to do with them later. As long as he kept the door closed nobody would bother him.

 

--

 

He growled when the boy entered the room. The sheets were haphazardly shoved under the mattress.

Yuki frowned. “Do you have nightmares?”

Another growl.

He stared at the shredded pieces of cloth before marching toward the other darklore. As the growls increased, he swallowed. “I'll help you throw these out this time, but we only have one spare set.”

Ama-Inu continued to glare, though his growls decreased slightly in volume. He watched as the teen pulled the ruined sheets from underneath the mattress and turned towards the door. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob.

“I heard you come back this morning.”

He stiffened. “Then you can smell the blood too.”

When Yuki didn't move, the dog darklore cracked his knuckles menacingly.

“Not now, I have school.” He tilted his head so he could stare his opponent in the eye. “Find me afterwards. Don't tell the others.”

Ama-Inu grinned. In the unlit room, his unstained canines seemed to glow and Yuki suppressed a slight shudder. “Don't underestimate me, brat.”

The teen smiled almost innocently. “Breakfast is ready.”

 

--

 

Yuki half expected the dark psychic to attack during school hours and spent the entire day on edge. After club activities he accidentally let his human form slip twice on his way home. Though fairly certain that their “guest” wouldn't jump him during dinner, he remained tense and quiet. For the first time, he finished all his homework before climbing into bed, only to end up staring at the door all night.

With dawn came a wave of anger. Knowing that Gabriel would be suspicious if he stayed in bed, Yuki kicked the blankets off and all but marched into the guest room. The older man was already awake and flashed a grin at him.

“Couldn't wait?”

“Shut up,” Yuki grumbled as he crawled onto the bed. “It's your fault I didn't get any sleep last night. Move over.”

Taken aback by the teen's forwardness, Ama-Inu shuffled to the side. He barely registered a mumbled, “Wake me up at seven,” and continued to stare in dumb shock. After a few seconds, he covered the already snoring teenager with half the blanket. It's not that he cared about the kid; he just wanted to fight him at full strength.

 

--

 

Ama-Inu chose a small park for the fight. Even during the day, few people passed it and none entered. To ensure there would be no distractions, he waited until his hosts had been asleep for several hours before sneaking into the boy's room.

There was no moon out, but the light from the digital clock was more than enough for Ama-Inu to see his target. As he reached out to shake him, the teen knocked his hand away and jumped out of bed. He landed at its foot and fell into a fighting stance when Ama-Inu moved to block the way to the door.

“I thought you were the one who didn't want the others to know,” Ama-Inu said.

“I don't.”

“Then follow me.”