LASCIVIOUS BLOOD - 3/?
Title: Lascivious Blood
Chapter: 3/?
Author:deadlyscarlet
Beta: fairy_melusina
Genre: AU/Romance/ Angst/ Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sex, Blood Fetish, Smut[in later chapters]
Pairings: Yuu/Kouyou for now
Bands: the GazettE for now maybe
Characters: Kouyou, Yuu, Takanori, Yutaka for now
Synopsis: For Takashima Kouyou who has been forced into studying something he doesn't want to, life is worth not living.
As days pass he does everything to destroy himself until he meets Shiroyama Yuu. Will Yuu free Kouyou from his miserable life or will only put an end to it.
Well first thanks to my lovely beta..she really encourages me a lot and gives me proper advice for me to pursue <3
Next an important person I need to thank xadowangel a great inspiration for this story. I have read all her fanfics and they have motivated me to write too. Thank u dear <3
Previous: CHAPTER 2
-KOUYOU-
“Get out”
“Huh!” I was lurched back to reality when I heard his voice cut through the air. I hadn’t heard him properly though as my brain had stopped working a few minutes back.
“Get out”, Shiroyama repeated with clenched teetch.
“Sensei, is something wrong?” I asked timidly. I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. Shiroyama looked livid. His hands clutched into fists were quivering like he was holding himself back from doing something.
“JUST FUCKING GET OUT”, he yelled slamming his fist against the wall.
I felt my heart crumble. My eyes had started to sting at the corners. My brain was working furiously. Various questions for which no one had an answer were building up at the back of my head.
“What have I done to deserve this treatment?”
“Why am I being hated by everyone?”
“Why does Shiroyama, the man I met just now hate me too?”
“Won’t anyone like me ever?”
“WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?”
“Fine”, I snapped. “Screw you and your ass of a therapy.”
Pushing the chair away, I walked to the door. Giving him one last look of sheer hatred I slammed the door so vigorously that it ricocheted of its hinges.
“You are back so soon.” Taka got up from his seat.
He stopped short seeing the look on my face.
“Kouyou?” Worry lines manifested in his face as he took in my perturbed face.
I started turning my back to him, when he grabbed my shoulder.
“Oi, wait”, he maintained a firm grip on me.
“Fuck off, Takanori”, I snapped, slapping his hand off me. “I was a major asshole to listen to you and your fucked up Shiroyama suggestion. Well you did a good job of making me even more wretched.”
Taka looked abashed which added more to my anguish. I knew he had only meant me well and it wasn’t his fault for Shiroyama’s rotten behavior.
“Kou, I am sorry”, he looked crestfallen. “Just tell me what happened?”
“I am going home”, I replied in a tremulous voice. “Please just leave me alone.”
I hastened my footsteps taking flight before he could stop me again. Tears were fogging my vision as I ran out of the Psychiatry Department. I couldn’t fathom why everyone was so intent on hating me. My parents who have ignored me for years and took me for granted, Shiroyama Yuu who had mercilessly thrown me out and surely Taka after the way I had lashed out at him. I wept repeatedly due to the grievous heedlessness bestowed upon me by the people who I considered important.
Unconsciously, I had sprinted all the way home. I let myself into the cold, empty labyrinth glaring at everything which it encompassed. I felt a terrible rage ripping through me. In my fury I blamed the house for every misfortune I had gone through from birth. I trudged along to the glass cabinet which a contained a number of expensive vases. It was my mother’s treasured collection imported from various countries all over the world. Without bothering about the uproar that would crop up on her return, I pushed the cabinet down. I watched without remorse as millions of fragile shards spread on the expensive, polished floor.
Stepping carelessly on the glass shards, I slowly shuffled up the stairs to my refuge. I bolted the door to my studio and broke down once again. My frail body broke into violent shudders when thoughts of Shiroyama bounded back to me. I wept until there were no more tears left to shed.
Getting off the dense floor, I wobbled until my legs adjusted itself to a standing position. I removed the unfinished canvas of the lake from the stand and replaced it with an empty one. Setting up my palette, I started painting on it. I had no clue what I was trying to achieve, blindly letting it take course. I remained in oblivion to the numerous hours that died. Not once I moved out of my seat. I remained ignorant to the furious pounding against the door and my mother’s screams for destroying her precious collection. I disregarded my father’s demands to open the door. I turned a deaf ear to the uninterrupted ringing of my phone. I remained inside painting.
After a few hours the painting was complete. I looked up at the finished painting, my bottom lip trembling violently. Luscious woods on an autumn evening were depicted in the completed canvas. The fierce rays of the setting sun were reflected off the orange leaves of the black wooded trees. The semi rigid ground was littered with fallen yellow leaves dappled with little dirt flecks. The entire painting was a magnificent mirage of a brilliant evening fire. But what caused me more anguish was the likeness of Shiroyama Yuu in the flaming woods. I hated doing portraits and even though I learned portrait painting as a part of art class I never indulged myself in painting one. But there he was leaning lazily against one of the black trees with a bewitching, angelic smile on his sensual face. In the short time I had laid my eyes on Shiroyama I seemed to have memorized every single drop dead gorgeous feature of his. The Shiroyama Yuu in the canvas was an exact mirror image of the real one. Wailing in agony, I crashed onto the floor in a broken mess.
The alley was pitch black and totally uninhabited. I walked along languidly, intoxicated with booze and completely wasted. I didn’t have the energy to call anyone to pick me up. Also I was too drunk to be apprehensive of the mundane darkness. After walking listlessly for a while, my legs gave away with a wild tremble and I fell down hard on my ass.
“Shit”, I cursed.
I tried standing up again, but my legs wouldn’t budge. Giving up on the fruitless task, I continued drinking out of the bottle in my hand.
“Are you lost?” a tranquil voice materialized out of nowhere breaking the agitated silence.
I slowly lifted my hazy eyes to the source of interference. They registered a black silhouette slowly approaching towards me. I stared, my thoughts completely muddled. The stranger kneeled to the ground facing me. He laid his calloused hands on my warm cheeks and caressed them gently. The frosty touch sent shivers down my spine. I lazily enjoyed the delicate graze, my eyes half closed in bliss. In a flash, I saw something glowing white, growing out of his lips. He inched closer towards me and placed his frigid lips on the tender skin of my neck. I felt a slight pressure where his lips met. The next instant, I screamed my lungs out when I felt a blinding pain spread all over my body. I struggled trying to throw him off me, but his hold only tightened. Black spots started to appear in my vision and I knew I was doomed.
I woke up with a deafening scream ringing in my ears. The lights were still on in the studio. My body convulsed violently even though the temperature in the room was considerably warm. I was drenched completely in cold sweat.
What in the world was that?
I have been dreaming about death for almost two new years now. Various scenarios ranging from drowning, falling to volcanoes and tornadoes. These nightmares were already a part of my regular routine and they never bothered me much. But this, this was totally different. For as long as I could remember, I have always detested horror stories. I laughed at my friends when they talked about vampires, werewolves, ghosts, witches and other supernatural absurdities. It was just a bundle of hogwash. I never wasted time reading or watching such genres. So why the hell was I dreaming about something so asinine.
Doing a sorry job of trying to wipe the sweat off with the back of hands, I got off the cold floor. My back was killing me due to the awkward position I must have slept in. From the blackness outside the window, I could see it was still in the middle of the night. Knowing that my parents would be in a deep slumber, I stealthily walked to my room and shut myself in there.
I remained locked in there for God knows how long as I didn’t keep track of the passing days. I never bothered answering the repeated knocks at the door. My father’s empty threats of destroying my studio fell on deaf ears. I left the room only when the hunger was too hard to handle and of course only when I made sure that the house was empty. Also, I remained ignorant to Takanori’s repeated calls.
VOICE MAIL #1
“Kou, I am sorry I forced you to meet Shiroyama. I really am. Call me.
VOICE MAIL #2
What happened in there? Did Shiroyama do something? Answer me.
VOICE MAIL #3
Why haven’t you been coming to college? Are you sick? Pick up the goddamn phone.
VOICE MAIL #4
“Your parents contacted me today. Why have you barricaded yourself in your room? Why the hell aren’t you talking to me?”
VOICE MAIL #5
“When are you planning to get out of your fucking room? And your damn bike is still here. Everyone is asking. Just fucking call me already.
VOICEMAIL #6
“Fuck you. Stop being a bitch. Do you expect me to beg all my life? This is the last; if you don’t return my call then you and I are through.”
I turned my phone off. Now I have lost Taka too. I don’t have a clue, how many more adversities awaited me. I was getting tired of it all.
I was shaken awake by the dull pounding at the door. I must have dozed off while drowning in self pity. Well whoever it was they can keep knocking I thought as I snuggled deeper into the bed covers.
“Oi, Takashima Kouyou”, a loud voice shrieked. “Open up, bitch.”
“Taka?” I spluttered.
“Open up or I am gonna blow this frigging door down”, he threatened.
“Just go away”, I groaned, drowning deeper into the warmth.
There was an ear-splitting crash and the door flung open. The lock was lying on the floor smashed into bits.
“What the fuck?” I cried shocked.
Taka stood at the door, a wicked grin playing on his face.
“You? How the hell did you?” I gasped.
“I used dynamite”, he said coolly.
“You what?”
Taka rushed into the room and threw his arms around me smothering all my unanswered questions.
“You bastard”, he whispered against my ear. “Don’t you dare do that to me again.”
“I thought you said we were through”, I said in an equally small voice.
“Well I lied”, he smiled. “Come on, how can I? You are the only buddy I’ve got.”
My eyes stung with gratitude as I clutched the tiny figure of my friend. I had been so bitchy to him, yet he had forgiven my spitefulness.
“Geez, you lost weight”, he chided looking at me. “Can’t you take of yourself, you brat.”
“Am, not”, I pouted.
“Kouyou”, his tone took a serious tone. “What happened with Shiroyama the other day?”
“Nothing”, I said lying back on the bed hiding again behind the sheets.”
“Fine, I won’t ask”, He pulled the blankets off me and threw it on the floor. “Stop hiding like a little girl.”
“Idiot”, I sniggered.
Well anyway, get your ass to college”, he ordered pointing his finger at me. “I am not making anymore lame excuses for you.”
“I am not coming there again”, I said turning my face away from him.
He pulled my face with such force that I winced in pain.
“If you don’t, then I’ll confront Shiroyama”, he glared.
“You what?” I yelped. “Are you blackmailing me?”
“You bet your ass I am”, he smirked. “You don’t turn up, then I go to Shiroyama.”
“Fine, you win “, I growled. “I will come.”
“Good”, Taka gave me a wide grin. “I will see you tomorrow.”
He ruffled my hair and walked to the door.
“Oh by the way”, he said turning back to me. “Sorry about your door.”
“Fucking midget, you are paying for the damage”, I chortled as I didn’t feel any anger.
“You wish”, with a final wave of his hand he exited.
Feeling euphoric I laid back, a stupid grin imprinted on my face. Even though Taka forcing himself in had resulted in a destroyed door, I was still glad he had done it. I was overjoyed that there was at least one person who gave a damn about me. It was then that I decided never to lay my eyes on Shiroyama Yuu ever. Without hesitation, I erased all the feelings I had experienced when I had first encountered his irresistible beauty. Now that I think about it I am a man. Why would I possibly cling on to an interest towards another fellow male? I liked women, so I couldn’t be gay either. Thinking about it made it more sensible and gross too. I seemed to have distressed over nothing for the past few days and had troubled Taka too in the process. Throwing my legs off the bed I went downstairs to relieve my neglected stomach, obliterating SHIROYAMA YUU completely from my life.
The next day Taka came over to pick me up like he had said. He was happy to see that I was back to my cheerful self again. My gleeful demeanor didn’t diminish even on entering the dreary classrooms. I even took down notes obediently during the lecture which surprised Taka even more.
“Did you crack your skull open or something?” he asked grabbing my head between his hands and inspecting it.
“What why?” I sniggered pushing them away.
“What have you done to my friend?” he wailed in fake agony.
“Jackass”, I slapped him playfully on his back as both of us burst out laughing.
Everything felt so perfect like nothing could possibly taint my happiness anymore. We were still laughing until the lecturer for the second hour entered. My face fell on seeing who it was.
Shiroyama Yuu walked into the room with elegant grace. Everyone in class had their heads immediately turned towards him. I sat there frozen as I felt my out breaking emotions once again. Emotions I had promised myself to annihilate.
“What is Shiroyama doing here?” I asked Taka in a dead voice.
“Touno sensei broke his leg”, he answered in a low voice. “So, Shiroyama will be replacing him for a month.”
I felt something break within me once again. The last thing I wanted was to see Shiroyama again. But now I had to endure his presence for a month. I wanted to scream until my throat turned raw. I couldn’t stand his celestial exquisiteness with my boiling emotions.
I stood up and kicked my chair down with overwhelming force. Everyone except for Shiroyama turned shocked glares towards the loud clatter. Shiroyama didn’t bother looking up at the source of disturbance. His ignorance killed me even more.
“What’s wrong?” Taka looked up frightened.
“Sorry”, I uttered under my breath and walked out.
I aimlessly walked in the dark alley, not knowing where I was headed to. I didn’t want to paint to relieve myself from my frustration as my previous attempt was still fresh in my memory. So I didn’t bother going back home to encounter the hostile terrain. My world was shattering and my sanity slowly slipping away. The creator was playing wicked pranks on me. I bet he was having a good laugh seeing my deplorable state. Ignoring the angry sounds evoked by my stomach due to the prolonged inattention, I wandered deeper into the alley.
After walking for a while my eyes took notice of a black silhouette around the corner. It felt like deja-vu as the shadow felt familiar. I couldn’t recollect where though. I followed him keeping a safe distance between us. My mind reproached me. I knew it was dangerous but curiosity got the better of me. The man was walking deeper into the obscure darkness. He seemed to almost glide through thin air. I tried my best to muffle my footsteps so that he wouldn’t here me.
He turned at a corner which appeared at the very end of the road. Soon a racket of grappling broke through the direful silence. The black clad figure and a man dressed in rags held each other in a powerful embrace. The latter was struggling against the sturdy grip of the other to no avail, screaming obscene vulgarities.
The constant scuffling had led them both under the only streetlight in the corner. The black clad man had his face turned towards the direction where I had hidden myself. My jaw dropped in silent horror, as I recognized the face illuminated by the dusty light. Shiroyama Yuu was standing under the lamp post holding the struggling man in a death grip. Blood red eyes glowed in the scanty light with two long fangs protruding out of the red velvet lips. A scream of horror escaped my parched mouth before I could stifle it.
The events that occurred next seem to take place in slow motion like out of a movie. Shiroyama Yuu slowly turned his flaming eyes towards me. I felt my goose bumps spread through as he looked at me with demonic intensity. The vile look on his face screamed at me that I would be his banquet for tonight. My brain slowly grasped the monstrosity as I remembered the bizarre nightmare I had, had in my studio.
SHIROYAMA YUU’s pearly white fangs digging deep into the brittle skin on my throat was replayed with fresh vigor at the back of my head.
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Next: CHAPTER 4
And that is the end of chapter 3. I did finish writing it in a day but there was a lot of editing to do and it took me two weeks to finish *sighs* Well I got my time table and I will be having exams during the entire month of May. I will try to update chapter 4 if possible. Thank you for putting up with me and reading my fanfic (^ _ ^)
Chapter: 3/?
Author:deadlyscarlet
Beta: fairy_melusina
Genre: AU/Romance/ Angst/ Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sex, Blood Fetish, Smut[in later chapters]
Pairings: Yuu/Kouyou for now
Bands: the GazettE for now maybe
Characters: Kouyou, Yuu, Takanori, Yutaka for now
Synopsis: For Takashima Kouyou who has been forced into studying something he doesn't want to, life is worth not living.
As days pass he does everything to destroy himself until he meets Shiroyama Yuu. Will Yuu free Kouyou from his miserable life or will only put an end to it.
Well first thanks to my lovely beta..she really encourages me a lot and gives me proper advice for me to pursue <3
Next an important person I need to thank xadowangel a great inspiration for this story. I have read all her fanfics and they have motivated me to write too. Thank u dear <3
Previous: CHAPTER 2
-KOUYOU-
“Get out”
“Huh!” I was lurched back to reality when I heard his voice cut through the air. I hadn’t heard him properly though as my brain had stopped working a few minutes back.
“Get out”, Shiroyama repeated with clenched teetch.
“Sensei, is something wrong?” I asked timidly. I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. Shiroyama looked livid. His hands clutched into fists were quivering like he was holding himself back from doing something.
“JUST FUCKING GET OUT”, he yelled slamming his fist against the wall.
I felt my heart crumble. My eyes had started to sting at the corners. My brain was working furiously. Various questions for which no one had an answer were building up at the back of my head.
“What have I done to deserve this treatment?”
“Why am I being hated by everyone?”
“Why does Shiroyama, the man I met just now hate me too?”
“Won’t anyone like me ever?”
“WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?”
“Fine”, I snapped. “Screw you and your ass of a therapy.”
Pushing the chair away, I walked to the door. Giving him one last look of sheer hatred I slammed the door so vigorously that it ricocheted of its hinges.
“You are back so soon.” Taka got up from his seat.
He stopped short seeing the look on my face.
“Kouyou?” Worry lines manifested in his face as he took in my perturbed face.
I started turning my back to him, when he grabbed my shoulder.
“Oi, wait”, he maintained a firm grip on me.
“Fuck off, Takanori”, I snapped, slapping his hand off me. “I was a major asshole to listen to you and your fucked up Shiroyama suggestion. Well you did a good job of making me even more wretched.”
Taka looked abashed which added more to my anguish. I knew he had only meant me well and it wasn’t his fault for Shiroyama’s rotten behavior.
“Kou, I am sorry”, he looked crestfallen. “Just tell me what happened?”
“I am going home”, I replied in a tremulous voice. “Please just leave me alone.”
I hastened my footsteps taking flight before he could stop me again. Tears were fogging my vision as I ran out of the Psychiatry Department. I couldn’t fathom why everyone was so intent on hating me. My parents who have ignored me for years and took me for granted, Shiroyama Yuu who had mercilessly thrown me out and surely Taka after the way I had lashed out at him. I wept repeatedly due to the grievous heedlessness bestowed upon me by the people who I considered important.
Unconsciously, I had sprinted all the way home. I let myself into the cold, empty labyrinth glaring at everything which it encompassed. I felt a terrible rage ripping through me. In my fury I blamed the house for every misfortune I had gone through from birth. I trudged along to the glass cabinet which a contained a number of expensive vases. It was my mother’s treasured collection imported from various countries all over the world. Without bothering about the uproar that would crop up on her return, I pushed the cabinet down. I watched without remorse as millions of fragile shards spread on the expensive, polished floor.
Stepping carelessly on the glass shards, I slowly shuffled up the stairs to my refuge. I bolted the door to my studio and broke down once again. My frail body broke into violent shudders when thoughts of Shiroyama bounded back to me. I wept until there were no more tears left to shed.
Getting off the dense floor, I wobbled until my legs adjusted itself to a standing position. I removed the unfinished canvas of the lake from the stand and replaced it with an empty one. Setting up my palette, I started painting on it. I had no clue what I was trying to achieve, blindly letting it take course. I remained in oblivion to the numerous hours that died. Not once I moved out of my seat. I remained ignorant to the furious pounding against the door and my mother’s screams for destroying her precious collection. I disregarded my father’s demands to open the door. I turned a deaf ear to the uninterrupted ringing of my phone. I remained inside painting.
After a few hours the painting was complete. I looked up at the finished painting, my bottom lip trembling violently. Luscious woods on an autumn evening were depicted in the completed canvas. The fierce rays of the setting sun were reflected off the orange leaves of the black wooded trees. The semi rigid ground was littered with fallen yellow leaves dappled with little dirt flecks. The entire painting was a magnificent mirage of a brilliant evening fire. But what caused me more anguish was the likeness of Shiroyama Yuu in the flaming woods. I hated doing portraits and even though I learned portrait painting as a part of art class I never indulged myself in painting one. But there he was leaning lazily against one of the black trees with a bewitching, angelic smile on his sensual face. In the short time I had laid my eyes on Shiroyama I seemed to have memorized every single drop dead gorgeous feature of his. The Shiroyama Yuu in the canvas was an exact mirror image of the real one. Wailing in agony, I crashed onto the floor in a broken mess.
The alley was pitch black and totally uninhabited. I walked along languidly, intoxicated with booze and completely wasted. I didn’t have the energy to call anyone to pick me up. Also I was too drunk to be apprehensive of the mundane darkness. After walking listlessly for a while, my legs gave away with a wild tremble and I fell down hard on my ass.
“Shit”, I cursed.
I tried standing up again, but my legs wouldn’t budge. Giving up on the fruitless task, I continued drinking out of the bottle in my hand.
“Are you lost?” a tranquil voice materialized out of nowhere breaking the agitated silence.
I slowly lifted my hazy eyes to the source of interference. They registered a black silhouette slowly approaching towards me. I stared, my thoughts completely muddled. The stranger kneeled to the ground facing me. He laid his calloused hands on my warm cheeks and caressed them gently. The frosty touch sent shivers down my spine. I lazily enjoyed the delicate graze, my eyes half closed in bliss. In a flash, I saw something glowing white, growing out of his lips. He inched closer towards me and placed his frigid lips on the tender skin of my neck. I felt a slight pressure where his lips met. The next instant, I screamed my lungs out when I felt a blinding pain spread all over my body. I struggled trying to throw him off me, but his hold only tightened. Black spots started to appear in my vision and I knew I was doomed.
I woke up with a deafening scream ringing in my ears. The lights were still on in the studio. My body convulsed violently even though the temperature in the room was considerably warm. I was drenched completely in cold sweat.
What in the world was that?
I have been dreaming about death for almost two new years now. Various scenarios ranging from drowning, falling to volcanoes and tornadoes. These nightmares were already a part of my regular routine and they never bothered me much. But this, this was totally different. For as long as I could remember, I have always detested horror stories. I laughed at my friends when they talked about vampires, werewolves, ghosts, witches and other supernatural absurdities. It was just a bundle of hogwash. I never wasted time reading or watching such genres. So why the hell was I dreaming about something so asinine.
Doing a sorry job of trying to wipe the sweat off with the back of hands, I got off the cold floor. My back was killing me due to the awkward position I must have slept in. From the blackness outside the window, I could see it was still in the middle of the night. Knowing that my parents would be in a deep slumber, I stealthily walked to my room and shut myself in there.
I remained locked in there for God knows how long as I didn’t keep track of the passing days. I never bothered answering the repeated knocks at the door. My father’s empty threats of destroying my studio fell on deaf ears. I left the room only when the hunger was too hard to handle and of course only when I made sure that the house was empty. Also, I remained ignorant to Takanori’s repeated calls.
VOICE MAIL #1
“Kou, I am sorry I forced you to meet Shiroyama. I really am. Call me.
VOICE MAIL #2
What happened in there? Did Shiroyama do something? Answer me.
VOICE MAIL #3
Why haven’t you been coming to college? Are you sick? Pick up the goddamn phone.
VOICE MAIL #4
“Your parents contacted me today. Why have you barricaded yourself in your room? Why the hell aren’t you talking to me?”
VOICE MAIL #5
“When are you planning to get out of your fucking room? And your damn bike is still here. Everyone is asking. Just fucking call me already.
VOICEMAIL #6
“Fuck you. Stop being a bitch. Do you expect me to beg all my life? This is the last; if you don’t return my call then you and I are through.”
I turned my phone off. Now I have lost Taka too. I don’t have a clue, how many more adversities awaited me. I was getting tired of it all.
I was shaken awake by the dull pounding at the door. I must have dozed off while drowning in self pity. Well whoever it was they can keep knocking I thought as I snuggled deeper into the bed covers.
“Oi, Takashima Kouyou”, a loud voice shrieked. “Open up, bitch.”
“Taka?” I spluttered.
“Open up or I am gonna blow this frigging door down”, he threatened.
“Just go away”, I groaned, drowning deeper into the warmth.
There was an ear-splitting crash and the door flung open. The lock was lying on the floor smashed into bits.
“What the fuck?” I cried shocked.
Taka stood at the door, a wicked grin playing on his face.
“You? How the hell did you?” I gasped.
“I used dynamite”, he said coolly.
“You what?”
Taka rushed into the room and threw his arms around me smothering all my unanswered questions.
“You bastard”, he whispered against my ear. “Don’t you dare do that to me again.”
“I thought you said we were through”, I said in an equally small voice.
“Well I lied”, he smiled. “Come on, how can I? You are the only buddy I’ve got.”
My eyes stung with gratitude as I clutched the tiny figure of my friend. I had been so bitchy to him, yet he had forgiven my spitefulness.
“Geez, you lost weight”, he chided looking at me. “Can’t you take of yourself, you brat.”
“Am, not”, I pouted.
“Kouyou”, his tone took a serious tone. “What happened with Shiroyama the other day?”
“Nothing”, I said lying back on the bed hiding again behind the sheets.”
“Fine, I won’t ask”, He pulled the blankets off me and threw it on the floor. “Stop hiding like a little girl.”
“Idiot”, I sniggered.
Well anyway, get your ass to college”, he ordered pointing his finger at me. “I am not making anymore lame excuses for you.”
“I am not coming there again”, I said turning my face away from him.
He pulled my face with such force that I winced in pain.
“If you don’t, then I’ll confront Shiroyama”, he glared.
“You what?” I yelped. “Are you blackmailing me?”
“You bet your ass I am”, he smirked. “You don’t turn up, then I go to Shiroyama.”
“Fine, you win “, I growled. “I will come.”
“Good”, Taka gave me a wide grin. “I will see you tomorrow.”
He ruffled my hair and walked to the door.
“Oh by the way”, he said turning back to me. “Sorry about your door.”
“Fucking midget, you are paying for the damage”, I chortled as I didn’t feel any anger.
“You wish”, with a final wave of his hand he exited.
Feeling euphoric I laid back, a stupid grin imprinted on my face. Even though Taka forcing himself in had resulted in a destroyed door, I was still glad he had done it. I was overjoyed that there was at least one person who gave a damn about me. It was then that I decided never to lay my eyes on Shiroyama Yuu ever. Without hesitation, I erased all the feelings I had experienced when I had first encountered his irresistible beauty. Now that I think about it I am a man. Why would I possibly cling on to an interest towards another fellow male? I liked women, so I couldn’t be gay either. Thinking about it made it more sensible and gross too. I seemed to have distressed over nothing for the past few days and had troubled Taka too in the process. Throwing my legs off the bed I went downstairs to relieve my neglected stomach, obliterating SHIROYAMA YUU completely from my life.
The next day Taka came over to pick me up like he had said. He was happy to see that I was back to my cheerful self again. My gleeful demeanor didn’t diminish even on entering the dreary classrooms. I even took down notes obediently during the lecture which surprised Taka even more.
“Did you crack your skull open or something?” he asked grabbing my head between his hands and inspecting it.
“What why?” I sniggered pushing them away.
“What have you done to my friend?” he wailed in fake agony.
“Jackass”, I slapped him playfully on his back as both of us burst out laughing.
Everything felt so perfect like nothing could possibly taint my happiness anymore. We were still laughing until the lecturer for the second hour entered. My face fell on seeing who it was.
Shiroyama Yuu walked into the room with elegant grace. Everyone in class had their heads immediately turned towards him. I sat there frozen as I felt my out breaking emotions once again. Emotions I had promised myself to annihilate.
“What is Shiroyama doing here?” I asked Taka in a dead voice.
“Touno sensei broke his leg”, he answered in a low voice. “So, Shiroyama will be replacing him for a month.”
I felt something break within me once again. The last thing I wanted was to see Shiroyama again. But now I had to endure his presence for a month. I wanted to scream until my throat turned raw. I couldn’t stand his celestial exquisiteness with my boiling emotions.
I stood up and kicked my chair down with overwhelming force. Everyone except for Shiroyama turned shocked glares towards the loud clatter. Shiroyama didn’t bother looking up at the source of disturbance. His ignorance killed me even more.
“What’s wrong?” Taka looked up frightened.
“Sorry”, I uttered under my breath and walked out.
I aimlessly walked in the dark alley, not knowing where I was headed to. I didn’t want to paint to relieve myself from my frustration as my previous attempt was still fresh in my memory. So I didn’t bother going back home to encounter the hostile terrain. My world was shattering and my sanity slowly slipping away. The creator was playing wicked pranks on me. I bet he was having a good laugh seeing my deplorable state. Ignoring the angry sounds evoked by my stomach due to the prolonged inattention, I wandered deeper into the alley.
After walking for a while my eyes took notice of a black silhouette around the corner. It felt like deja-vu as the shadow felt familiar. I couldn’t recollect where though. I followed him keeping a safe distance between us. My mind reproached me. I knew it was dangerous but curiosity got the better of me. The man was walking deeper into the obscure darkness. He seemed to almost glide through thin air. I tried my best to muffle my footsteps so that he wouldn’t here me.
He turned at a corner which appeared at the very end of the road. Soon a racket of grappling broke through the direful silence. The black clad figure and a man dressed in rags held each other in a powerful embrace. The latter was struggling against the sturdy grip of the other to no avail, screaming obscene vulgarities.
The constant scuffling had led them both under the only streetlight in the corner. The black clad man had his face turned towards the direction where I had hidden myself. My jaw dropped in silent horror, as I recognized the face illuminated by the dusty light. Shiroyama Yuu was standing under the lamp post holding the struggling man in a death grip. Blood red eyes glowed in the scanty light with two long fangs protruding out of the red velvet lips. A scream of horror escaped my parched mouth before I could stifle it.
The events that occurred next seem to take place in slow motion like out of a movie. Shiroyama Yuu slowly turned his flaming eyes towards me. I felt my goose bumps spread through as he looked at me with demonic intensity. The vile look on his face screamed at me that I would be his banquet for tonight. My brain slowly grasped the monstrosity as I remembered the bizarre nightmare I had, had in my studio.
SHIROYAMA YUU’s pearly white fangs digging deep into the brittle skin on my throat was replayed with fresh vigor at the back of my head.
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Next: CHAPTER 4
And that is the end of chapter 3. I did finish writing it in a day but there was a lot of editing to do and it took me two weeks to finish *sighs* Well I got my time table and I will be having exams during the entire month of May. I will try to update chapter 4 if possible. Thank you for putting up with me and reading my fanfic (^ _ ^)