Akamizu - 赤水 - Chapter 7 "Tokyo" - Final
Title: Akamizu - 赤水
Author: Zion Shadowlet
Beta: butterflysaga
Characters: Uruha, Aoi, OCs
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Genre: Horror, Romance, Supernatural
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the sudden disappearance of his fiancé Usagi, Kouyou travels to a remote town to find her in a place known ominously as “Akamizu” where she is in the powerful grip of a strange man who has taken up residence there. But what the young Kouyou doesn’t expect is that he too will fall to the mysterious charm of this horrific place.
Warnings: Vampire Fiction. This isn’t your twilight style vampire story though. If you want a beautiful glamourized vampire story, this isn’t it.
Chapter 1 - Red Water | Chapter 2 - The Wandering Women | Chapter 3 - Love Demon| Chapter 4 - The Lonely | Chapter 5 - Fear | Chapter 6 - The Haunted
They had hitched their way back to the city and then the two of them, riding the midnight bus, reached Tokyo in silence, exchanging only a few words of necessity. Aoi seemed to be drawn deep into thought as he stared out the window with a blank expression. How many years did he spend cooped up in that old mansion? Uruha didn’t bother to say anything to him. At this moment, the main goal was to get to Tokyo and it was all Uruha could focus on.
After Yano’s death, he had quickly flown into action. Rushing through each of the mansion’s rooms, he gathered all the items he could find. “Take only what you absolutely need,” he ordered Aoi. He selected only a change of clothes and the Martin guitar.
“Where are we going?” Aoi asked. He still had blood on his mouth. It covered his lips like smeared rouge.
Uruha with his thumbs, wiped it away before answering him, “We are going back to Tokyo.”
“I can’t go back there.” Yano’s dead body still warm lay limply in Aoi’s arms.
“We can’t stay here. Listen, Aoi,” he placed two hands on the vampire’s shoulders. “You are going to have to trust me. Okay? In Tokyo, you can at least choose your victims.” Aoi stood up. He made a motion to interrupt him but Uruha kept going, “If you stay here in this decrepit place, who knows what will happen to you? As long as I am here, I don’t think any more girls are going to come and if they did, do you really want to kill them? They are just innocent girls…At least in Tokyo, a city of millions of people, we can pick and choose.”
“Uruha, I can’t let you-”
“Shut up,” he nearly shouted. “Did you choose to become this way? Huh?” He could tell by his expression that had not. “Well, I didn’t choose this either-”
“You can leave. You can have normal life-”
“No. I can’t. I’m in love with you and nothing is going to change that. I rather take my chances than be without you. Now, straighten up. We are going to burn this place down and walk back to Maya.”
The sight of Akamizu lit ablaze under the noon sun shimmered in his mind. The memory was brief and silent. Uruha stood next to him and held his hand tightly. Ever so often, he’d close his eyes and see the image of it, a structure of wood engulfed in flames surrounded by the overgrowth of the forest.
At 6 AM the bus pulled into the station in Tokyo and the long stream of quiet passengers filed out one by one, whispering to their companions but otherwise making no other sound The morning train was filled with the usual types; the salarymen, the secretaries. Uruha and Aoi sat in the far back.
It was a strange sensation, Aoi realized, being in the midst of bustling humanity again. The shift had come so suddenly. Without warning, he was plucked out of his languid existence at Akazmizu and dragged back to this teeming city.
The last night he spent in Tokyo, he had accidentally killed a man. Was it an accident? He could no longer remember. It was a cold night and Aoi had found himself wandering in the alleys like a confused drunk. His feet stumbled on the concrete and his hands grazed across the cement and brick outer walls until the palms started to bleed.
The night before he had encountered a beautiful woman at a bar. She sat in the corner of the place all alone under the dim and flattering blue lights. She had in front of her an untouched glass of whiskey and her hand, a long lit cigarette. She scanned the room and the room scanned her back with curious glances, mostly from men who tried to find the courage to approach the mysterious woman. Aoi was one of them. He had been waiting for a friend, although now the memory is blurry. All he could recall was the moment when their eyes met and the woman with a slight nod communicated to him that she would have him tonight.
A glow seemed to emanate off of her. She was like a star in the dark void of the universe pulling things towards her by her irresistible gravity. And yet, there was nothing bright about her.
She slipped out from behind the table. She was wearing a black mandarin dress with a seductive slit that revealed the pale and well formed shape of her leg. Her hair was tied up and revealed the charming curve of her neck. She was Aoi’s type. Not too skinny. A little on the short side with full breasts and round thighs. She even had that classical beauty of a mature woman. Towards an exit, she walked with a confident and feminine sway and Aoi followed.
As the young man stepped out into the alley, the woman immediately grabbed him and ran a long painted nail along the upper ridge of his lip. “Handsome young man,” she said. There was something bizarre about the way she spoke. Aoi couldn’t place it. She embraced him then. Kissed him deeply.
She was unconcerned about having him right then and there in the alley where people could see. There was too something desperate about her lovemaking but at the same time, she was more seductive than any woman he had ever encountered. She licked him, suckled him, ran her hands all over his body. She pleasured him before she suddenly bit the soft and vulnerable skin of his neck. At first, it felt good. And the young man, went along with it thinking it was merely sexual. But she wouldn’t stop. And even though he began to panic, he was still consumed with lust and unable for the life of him, to push her away.
He had begun to lose consciousness. The glittering night flickered in his eyes until all he could see was black.
The next thing he remembered was choking. A thick fluid invaded his mouth. It reeked of iron and tasted like salt. When he finally realized that it was blood, his eyes shot open. The woman was kneeling down over him. She had bit her own wrist it seemed and was forcing Aoi’s mouth around the wound. Her lips were stained with his blood and her expression no longer seductive was of utter grief. Two rivers of black makeup ran down her cheeks and she repeated over and over again, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
He couldn’t understand what was happening. Perhaps, he could have pushed her off of him but he didn’t. Others probably could have, but he couldn’t. He knew now as he knew then that it was because she was a woman. And for that fact alone, seeing her weeping there, his heart went out to her. Whatever she was doing, she needed to do it for whatever reason.
Aoi knew now what it was. She was turning him and when she finally drained herself, she stumbled away down the alley until she fell over at last, slumping to the filthy ground, lifeless.
What happened after that he could no longer recall. He believed now that he must have gone through some excruciating pain, the sort of which is so agonizing that the brain forces out the memory of it. He found himself wandering the streets until at last night fell and the hunger began to kick in.
“Let’s go,” Uruha ordered. They exited the train and the station and walking side by side for a short period came upon a tall apartment building. “I live here,” he said. “I’m going to get some of my things. We can’t stay here. We can’t risk it. Once the police get wind that Yano is missing, they probably will be able to find a trace to me. I’ll have to find something else.”
***
By sheer determination, Uruha proved ingenious. All Aoi had to do was follow him and he made that clear.
“Whatever we need, leave it to me,” he said and he meant it.
He found them a place in the seedier parts of Tokyo. It was a shabby apartment with no windows save for a balcony that looked out over a busy highway. There was no bedroom, just the living room, the kitchen and the bathroom. It was enough for them. They would sleep on the floor on a futon next to one another. Uruha would drink sake out of the bottle and they’d stare at the ceiling listening to the traffic whisking by on the highway. Aoi loved the sound of it. It reminded him of the ocean waves beating against the sand.
At dawn, the two of them would sit on the balcony and watch the sky change colors from navy blue to purple to pink. They would watch the car lights shining brightly like a stream of stars on the cement.
“Won’t you miss your old life?” Aoi asked him one morning. They sat shoulder to shoulder on the balcony floor. The cool morning air filled their lungs. The sky was a pale ghostly blue.
“I probably will miss it sometimes but it doesn’t matter,” Uruha pursed his lips. He watched the traffic with great interest. “Look at all those people going to work. They live such normal lives.”
“Lucky them,” Aoi chuckled bitterly.
“Nah, I mean I’m sure some of them are happy but I wouldn’t want that. I would rather be up here than down there.”
Aoi laid his head on Uruha’s shoulder. “Weren’t you in a band? Didn’t you have friends?”
Uruha didn’t feel like continuing the conversation. He suddenly stood up and said, “Lets go back inside.”
Aoi too didn’t feel like arguing so he followed him. “Baby, you want me to make you some coffee?” he asked sweetly.
“Later,” Uruha threw himself down on the futon. Bending his arms, he lifted himself up and watched Aoi with a thin smirk. “We haven’t had sex since Akamizu,” he said hooking his thumbs underneath the lapel of jeans. He must think himself masculine and sexy Aoi thought to himself.
“What’s that’s supposed to mean cowboy?” he teased. Aoi was still shy in his own way. Even though he smiled at him, he couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Come here.”
Slowly he walked over to him.
“Get on top of me.”
He did as he was asked. Crawling on top of Uruha, Aoi sat down right on his lap. He could feel the shape of his penis underneath his jeans.
Uruha raised his hand to Aoi face. He stared at him without looking away, without blinking. But Aoi’s eyes were still casted away. “I love you, you know that?”
“I love you too.”
“Look at me”
Aoi finally raised his eyes to his. “Yeah?” he forced a smile.
He grabbed Aoi’s hand and placed it on his own face, positioning the thumb on his own upper lip. Underneath his finger, Uruha’s lip was full and lush. With the other hand, he ran his thumb across Aoi’s. Following his lead, Aoi did the same to him. “You can trust me Aoi,” Uruha smiled beautifully.
“I know.”
“No, you can, baby.”
“Baby,” Aoi repeated with a wide smile.
“You like that?”
“Yeah. I like that.”
“I like it when you call me that too,” Uruha laughed. “I’m your man,” he said suddenly with confidence and grabbed at Aoi’s waist with firm hands.
“How do you want to do it, baby?” Aoi leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips as he gently brushed his dyed blonde hair away from his face. “Well beautiful?”
Uruha smiled mischievously like a child who just successfully stole candy from a store. “I want to suck your dick and then I want you to fuck me just like last time,” he gigged and blushed. “…But I want to be on all fours.”
Despite the crudeness of his words, the atmosphere between them was of utter tenderness. “Mmm,” Aoi purred and pecked him on the nose. “Okay, baby.” Undoing his pants, he pulled himself out. “Whatever you want baby.” He closed his eyes as he waited for Uruha’s full wet mouth to engulf him. “Whatever you want,” he repeated and let out a highpitched moan when he felt the round lips graze against his organ’s tip.
***
At first, Uruha would bring him petty criminals he had found on the street. He’d lure them into alleys and when they would attempt to rob him, he would pull out Yano’s empty gun. But the men didn’t know if it was loaded or not. “Follow me,” he’d say to them and would lead them to a car where he had told Aoi to wait. Together, they would bind the man’s hands and legs and drive off to the parking lot of an abandoned factory or somewhere deep in the trees-never the same place twice. And there, Aoi would bare his fangs and sink them into the men. Uruha would watch expressionless and void of regret.
But he became smarter and he started to ask around. He would pay prostitutes for information about their costumers, which ones were violent, which ones solicited younger girls and he would gather information on them. He even at one point, bought himself an illegal gun, a new model with bullets off of one of these women. With some of these prostitutes’ help, he would abduct these men, split their money and valuables with the women and take their weeping bodies to Aoi. “Don’t feel bad,” Uruha would say as he tossed the men down on the cement or the frozen earth or the dirty floor of a factory. “He’s a rapist,” he’d say. “He beats women,” or “He pays little girls for sex.” But deep down they both knew that if Aoi could at one point kill an innocent girl himself, that these men were nothing. Perhaps, it was Uruha’s way of reasoning with himself. A shred of morality that he held onto and wouldn’t let go. But then again, perhaps this was redemption. To kill these sex predators was in a way, righting his own sexual crimes and for that, Aoi was able to find peace.
And for the first time, Aoi was happy.
They both were.
***
The End
Author: Zion Shadowlet
Beta: butterflysaga
Characters: Uruha, Aoi, OCs
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Genre: Horror, Romance, Supernatural
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the sudden disappearance of his fiancé Usagi, Kouyou travels to a remote town to find her in a place known ominously as “Akamizu” where she is in the powerful grip of a strange man who has taken up residence there. But what the young Kouyou doesn’t expect is that he too will fall to the mysterious charm of this horrific place.
Warnings: Vampire Fiction. This isn’t your twilight style vampire story though. If you want a beautiful glamourized vampire story, this isn’t it.
Chapter 1 - Red Water | Chapter 2 - The Wandering Women | Chapter 3 - Love Demon| Chapter 4 - The Lonely | Chapter 5 - Fear | Chapter 6 - The Haunted
They had hitched their way back to the city and then the two of them, riding the midnight bus, reached Tokyo in silence, exchanging only a few words of necessity. Aoi seemed to be drawn deep into thought as he stared out the window with a blank expression. How many years did he spend cooped up in that old mansion? Uruha didn’t bother to say anything to him. At this moment, the main goal was to get to Tokyo and it was all Uruha could focus on.
After Yano’s death, he had quickly flown into action. Rushing through each of the mansion’s rooms, he gathered all the items he could find. “Take only what you absolutely need,” he ordered Aoi. He selected only a change of clothes and the Martin guitar.
“Where are we going?” Aoi asked. He still had blood on his mouth. It covered his lips like smeared rouge.
Uruha with his thumbs, wiped it away before answering him, “We are going back to Tokyo.”
“I can’t go back there.” Yano’s dead body still warm lay limply in Aoi’s arms.
“We can’t stay here. Listen, Aoi,” he placed two hands on the vampire’s shoulders. “You are going to have to trust me. Okay? In Tokyo, you can at least choose your victims.” Aoi stood up. He made a motion to interrupt him but Uruha kept going, “If you stay here in this decrepit place, who knows what will happen to you? As long as I am here, I don’t think any more girls are going to come and if they did, do you really want to kill them? They are just innocent girls…At least in Tokyo, a city of millions of people, we can pick and choose.”
“Uruha, I can’t let you-”
“Shut up,” he nearly shouted. “Did you choose to become this way? Huh?” He could tell by his expression that had not. “Well, I didn’t choose this either-”
“You can leave. You can have normal life-”
“No. I can’t. I’m in love with you and nothing is going to change that. I rather take my chances than be without you. Now, straighten up. We are going to burn this place down and walk back to Maya.”
The sight of Akamizu lit ablaze under the noon sun shimmered in his mind. The memory was brief and silent. Uruha stood next to him and held his hand tightly. Ever so often, he’d close his eyes and see the image of it, a structure of wood engulfed in flames surrounded by the overgrowth of the forest.
At 6 AM the bus pulled into the station in Tokyo and the long stream of quiet passengers filed out one by one, whispering to their companions but otherwise making no other sound The morning train was filled with the usual types; the salarymen, the secretaries. Uruha and Aoi sat in the far back.
It was a strange sensation, Aoi realized, being in the midst of bustling humanity again. The shift had come so suddenly. Without warning, he was plucked out of his languid existence at Akazmizu and dragged back to this teeming city.
The last night he spent in Tokyo, he had accidentally killed a man. Was it an accident? He could no longer remember. It was a cold night and Aoi had found himself wandering in the alleys like a confused drunk. His feet stumbled on the concrete and his hands grazed across the cement and brick outer walls until the palms started to bleed.
The night before he had encountered a beautiful woman at a bar. She sat in the corner of the place all alone under the dim and flattering blue lights. She had in front of her an untouched glass of whiskey and her hand, a long lit cigarette. She scanned the room and the room scanned her back with curious glances, mostly from men who tried to find the courage to approach the mysterious woman. Aoi was one of them. He had been waiting for a friend, although now the memory is blurry. All he could recall was the moment when their eyes met and the woman with a slight nod communicated to him that she would have him tonight.
A glow seemed to emanate off of her. She was like a star in the dark void of the universe pulling things towards her by her irresistible gravity. And yet, there was nothing bright about her.
She slipped out from behind the table. She was wearing a black mandarin dress with a seductive slit that revealed the pale and well formed shape of her leg. Her hair was tied up and revealed the charming curve of her neck. She was Aoi’s type. Not too skinny. A little on the short side with full breasts and round thighs. She even had that classical beauty of a mature woman. Towards an exit, she walked with a confident and feminine sway and Aoi followed.
As the young man stepped out into the alley, the woman immediately grabbed him and ran a long painted nail along the upper ridge of his lip. “Handsome young man,” she said. There was something bizarre about the way she spoke. Aoi couldn’t place it. She embraced him then. Kissed him deeply.
She was unconcerned about having him right then and there in the alley where people could see. There was too something desperate about her lovemaking but at the same time, she was more seductive than any woman he had ever encountered. She licked him, suckled him, ran her hands all over his body. She pleasured him before she suddenly bit the soft and vulnerable skin of his neck. At first, it felt good. And the young man, went along with it thinking it was merely sexual. But she wouldn’t stop. And even though he began to panic, he was still consumed with lust and unable for the life of him, to push her away.
He had begun to lose consciousness. The glittering night flickered in his eyes until all he could see was black.
The next thing he remembered was choking. A thick fluid invaded his mouth. It reeked of iron and tasted like salt. When he finally realized that it was blood, his eyes shot open. The woman was kneeling down over him. She had bit her own wrist it seemed and was forcing Aoi’s mouth around the wound. Her lips were stained with his blood and her expression no longer seductive was of utter grief. Two rivers of black makeup ran down her cheeks and she repeated over and over again, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
He couldn’t understand what was happening. Perhaps, he could have pushed her off of him but he didn’t. Others probably could have, but he couldn’t. He knew now as he knew then that it was because she was a woman. And for that fact alone, seeing her weeping there, his heart went out to her. Whatever she was doing, she needed to do it for whatever reason.
Aoi knew now what it was. She was turning him and when she finally drained herself, she stumbled away down the alley until she fell over at last, slumping to the filthy ground, lifeless.
What happened after that he could no longer recall. He believed now that he must have gone through some excruciating pain, the sort of which is so agonizing that the brain forces out the memory of it. He found himself wandering the streets until at last night fell and the hunger began to kick in.
“Let’s go,” Uruha ordered. They exited the train and the station and walking side by side for a short period came upon a tall apartment building. “I live here,” he said. “I’m going to get some of my things. We can’t stay here. We can’t risk it. Once the police get wind that Yano is missing, they probably will be able to find a trace to me. I’ll have to find something else.”
***
By sheer determination, Uruha proved ingenious. All Aoi had to do was follow him and he made that clear.
“Whatever we need, leave it to me,” he said and he meant it.
He found them a place in the seedier parts of Tokyo. It was a shabby apartment with no windows save for a balcony that looked out over a busy highway. There was no bedroom, just the living room, the kitchen and the bathroom. It was enough for them. They would sleep on the floor on a futon next to one another. Uruha would drink sake out of the bottle and they’d stare at the ceiling listening to the traffic whisking by on the highway. Aoi loved the sound of it. It reminded him of the ocean waves beating against the sand.
At dawn, the two of them would sit on the balcony and watch the sky change colors from navy blue to purple to pink. They would watch the car lights shining brightly like a stream of stars on the cement.
“Won’t you miss your old life?” Aoi asked him one morning. They sat shoulder to shoulder on the balcony floor. The cool morning air filled their lungs. The sky was a pale ghostly blue.
“I probably will miss it sometimes but it doesn’t matter,” Uruha pursed his lips. He watched the traffic with great interest. “Look at all those people going to work. They live such normal lives.”
“Lucky them,” Aoi chuckled bitterly.
“Nah, I mean I’m sure some of them are happy but I wouldn’t want that. I would rather be up here than down there.”
Aoi laid his head on Uruha’s shoulder. “Weren’t you in a band? Didn’t you have friends?”
Uruha didn’t feel like continuing the conversation. He suddenly stood up and said, “Lets go back inside.”
Aoi too didn’t feel like arguing so he followed him. “Baby, you want me to make you some coffee?” he asked sweetly.
“Later,” Uruha threw himself down on the futon. Bending his arms, he lifted himself up and watched Aoi with a thin smirk. “We haven’t had sex since Akamizu,” he said hooking his thumbs underneath the lapel of jeans. He must think himself masculine and sexy Aoi thought to himself.
“What’s that’s supposed to mean cowboy?” he teased. Aoi was still shy in his own way. Even though he smiled at him, he couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Come here.”
Slowly he walked over to him.
“Get on top of me.”
He did as he was asked. Crawling on top of Uruha, Aoi sat down right on his lap. He could feel the shape of his penis underneath his jeans.
Uruha raised his hand to Aoi face. He stared at him without looking away, without blinking. But Aoi’s eyes were still casted away. “I love you, you know that?”
“I love you too.”
“Look at me”
Aoi finally raised his eyes to his. “Yeah?” he forced a smile.
He grabbed Aoi’s hand and placed it on his own face, positioning the thumb on his own upper lip. Underneath his finger, Uruha’s lip was full and lush. With the other hand, he ran his thumb across Aoi’s. Following his lead, Aoi did the same to him. “You can trust me Aoi,” Uruha smiled beautifully.
“I know.”
“No, you can, baby.”
“Baby,” Aoi repeated with a wide smile.
“You like that?”
“Yeah. I like that.”
“I like it when you call me that too,” Uruha laughed. “I’m your man,” he said suddenly with confidence and grabbed at Aoi’s waist with firm hands.
“How do you want to do it, baby?” Aoi leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips as he gently brushed his dyed blonde hair away from his face. “Well beautiful?”
Uruha smiled mischievously like a child who just successfully stole candy from a store. “I want to suck your dick and then I want you to fuck me just like last time,” he gigged and blushed. “…But I want to be on all fours.”
Despite the crudeness of his words, the atmosphere between them was of utter tenderness. “Mmm,” Aoi purred and pecked him on the nose. “Okay, baby.” Undoing his pants, he pulled himself out. “Whatever you want baby.” He closed his eyes as he waited for Uruha’s full wet mouth to engulf him. “Whatever you want,” he repeated and let out a highpitched moan when he felt the round lips graze against his organ’s tip.
***
At first, Uruha would bring him petty criminals he had found on the street. He’d lure them into alleys and when they would attempt to rob him, he would pull out Yano’s empty gun. But the men didn’t know if it was loaded or not. “Follow me,” he’d say to them and would lead them to a car where he had told Aoi to wait. Together, they would bind the man’s hands and legs and drive off to the parking lot of an abandoned factory or somewhere deep in the trees-never the same place twice. And there, Aoi would bare his fangs and sink them into the men. Uruha would watch expressionless and void of regret.
But he became smarter and he started to ask around. He would pay prostitutes for information about their costumers, which ones were violent, which ones solicited younger girls and he would gather information on them. He even at one point, bought himself an illegal gun, a new model with bullets off of one of these women. With some of these prostitutes’ help, he would abduct these men, split their money and valuables with the women and take their weeping bodies to Aoi. “Don’t feel bad,” Uruha would say as he tossed the men down on the cement or the frozen earth or the dirty floor of a factory. “He’s a rapist,” he’d say. “He beats women,” or “He pays little girls for sex.” But deep down they both knew that if Aoi could at one point kill an innocent girl himself, that these men were nothing. Perhaps, it was Uruha’s way of reasoning with himself. A shred of morality that he held onto and wouldn’t let go. But then again, perhaps this was redemption. To kill these sex predators was in a way, righting his own sexual crimes and for that, Aoi was able to find peace.
And for the first time, Aoi was happy.
They both were.
***
The End