"Fur & Fang"
Title: “Fur & Fang”
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Fujimori and Kurenai-Nobori families enjoy a rare dinner of peace and harmony… at least until they find out where exactly Taiga gets his food supply from.
It was rare that Nobori Manor was so full of laughter and good cheer, but then again, it was rare that Taiga had a dinner there. He had decided to try to foster peace between his family, the Kurenai-Noboris, and the family of his in laws, the Fujimoris. Both families were Demon Race royalty: Taiga and his own, Fangire royalty and the Fujimori family, Wolfen royalty. The two families had their differences, and even though marriages had united them, Taiga still wanted to try to foster more peace.
So, he invited the entire Fujimori family: Jiro, his wife Yuri, and their eight children: Megumi, Mitsuhide, Satoru, Akane, Tsumeko, Takeshi, Tatsuya and Tsukiyomi and Megumi’s husband, Nago Keisuke, over for dinner with his own family. He figured that sharing a meal and breaking bread outside of a wedding would be good for them.
When Jiro agreed, Taiga had arranged it.
Which was how that one warm summer night, they all gathered outside in the garden for dinner, drinks and light conversation. They were joined by Taiga’s own family: his husband, Kurenai Wataru, and their four children: Kurenai Masao, Akane’s fiancé, Nobori Misako, Mitsuhide’s wife, and their youngest twins, Kurenai Maya and Kurenai Mio.
So far, the dinner had been a success. Even Nago, Megumi’s husband, who was normally quiet vocal about his dislike of Taiga and Wataru’s marriage, was silent. But this had been because Megumi, wanting to avoid another incident in which Nago had the snot beaten out of him, had taped her husband’s mouth shut.
The good mood had been fostered by sharing wine and some of Misako’s excellent cooking and Taiga had to admit, even with so many people at one table, that they did make a good family together. He leaned over to Wataru, who was sitting beside the Fangire King and kissed his love’s knuckles. “So far, this has been a wonderful evening, Wataru.” He remarked.
“Yes, especially since Maya decided to entertain us.” Wataru gestured to their young daughter, Maya, who was sitting away from the table, in the middle of one of the gardens, playing the harp. The sound only enhanced the atmosphere of the dinner. “She is a wonderful harpist.”
“She has music in her blood.” Taiga said with a smile. “She is a Kurenai, after all.”
“I never thought that I would enjoy something a Kurenai created.” Jiro remarked from one end of the table, sipping some wine. “But Maya is talented.”
“So are all of our children.” Taiga was only too proud to boast of his children’s musical talents. “Especially my son. You should see what sort of art he can create. It is beyond belief.”
“I think I’ve seen more than enough of Masao’s art.” Jiro muttered, causing Yuri, his loyal and loving wife, to kick him under the table. “Especially his idea of fashion.”
“No different from Tsumeko’s idea of creative hair design.” Masao replied, causing Akane, who was Tsumeko’s twin sister, to give him a look. “We should team up.”
“Perhaps when hell freezes over.” Tsumeko muttered.
“Come on, Tsume, you know that you wouldn’t be where you are if I hadn’t asked you to do hair for my fashion shows. We make a great team.” Masao smiled. “I know I would never ask anyone else to help me out.”
Tsumeko gave her twin a look and sighed. Masao did give her work and she actually did like some of his fashions. She wasn’t overly fond of him, but at the least, he treated Akane like a queen, which was all she could ask of her twin’s lover.
“I’m so happy Haus of Kurenai is such a huge success, Masao.” Yuri spoke up. Haus of Kurenai was Masao’s fashion label. “You must be very pleased.”
“Of course he’s thrilled that it’s a huge success.” Suzuki Sakomi, Fujimori Satoru’s wife and Misako’s best friend and transplanted Fangire Queen said with a smile. “How could it not be with such gorgeous women as its models?” Sakomi was referring to the fact that Masao didn’t have to look far to find models when he could use his own relatives and friends, such as the women currently seated around the table.
“How modest you are.” Satoru quipped, laughing as Sakomi smacked him.
“Oh, I am thrilled at the success of Haus of Kurenai” Masao assured the Wolfen Queen. “It also helps that my Empress managed to secure me a prime piece of real estate in Harajuku for my flagship store.”
“Empress” was Masao’s nickname for Akane. As he spoke, Akane smiled. “Oh, Masa, it was the least I could do after all you have given me.” She giggled, blushing as he kissed her knuckles.
Tsumeko openly rolled her eyes at this display of affection, but Tsukiyomi, the youngest of the Fujimoris, smiled. “I hope I have someone that wonderful when I grow up and find a mate.”
Masao smiled at Tsukiyomi. “What sort of mate do you want when you grow up, Tsuki-chan?”
Tsukiyomi, who, compared to her older siblings was quite young, only about ten, but she was every bit as clever as they were. She thought this over carefully and smiled. “Well, he’ll be handsome, and funny, and smart…I kind of want him to look like you, Masao-san. Because you make Kane so happy. I want to be that happy when I have a mate.”
There was a chorus of “awwws” from the other people at the table and some light laughter at Tsukiyomi’s response. Masao, to his credit, just smiled and said, “Aww, thank you, Tsuki-chan.”
“Isn’t she precious?” Misako, the Fangire Queen and eldest Kurenai-Nobori daughter, smiled at Tsukiyomi. “I hope our daughter is that adorable.”
“So adorable.” Mitsuhide, Misako’s husband, agreed, rubbing his hand over Misako’s pregnant stomach. “And she will be. She’s a Fujimori, after all.”
Megumi, the eldest daughter of the Fujimori family smiled proudly. “Have you guys decided on a name for her, yet?”
“I was thinking of naming her after one of my music teachers, actually.” Misako replied. “I had a wonderful violin teacher at the Rose Conservatory named Hoshizawa Nana. So I thought Fujimori Nana would be a wonderful name.”
“I was hoping you’d give her your family name, Misako…” Taiga began, only for Wataru to elbow him.
“Fujimori-Nobori sounds a bit unusual, though.” Misako remarked, suddenly noticing that her youngest sister, Mio and her boyfriend, Fujimori Tatsuya, the youngest Fujimori son were no longer at the dinner table… right around the same time Yuri did.
“Wataru…” Yuri and Wataru, both being “Queens” (so to speak) shared a close relationship. “…where are Mio and Tatsuya?”
Maya paused in her harp playing to suddenly notice two figures dashing through the moonlit garden, away from the dinner table. “I think they ran off into the garden.”
“Now why would they do that?” Fujimori Takeshi, Maya’s paramour, asked.
“They’re sixteen.” Megumi replied, ignoring the muffled cries of her husband. “No, I am not taking that tape off, Keisuke. The last time I did, Taiga nearly beat you senseless. You’ll thank me later.”
“At least you found a creative way to shut him up for a night.” Tsumeko remarked.
The table erupted with light laughter, except from Taiga, who was looking a bit pale. His water glass remained untouched, his place at the table clear.
“Darling… what’s the matter?” Wataru asked, concerned.
“I need to replenish.” Taiga muttered softly. “I should go inside.”
“Not when you’re all pale and sweaty.” Wataru cleaned off his steak knife and slowly slid it across his wrist. Once he had drawn a line of blood, he offered it to Taiga. “Here. Drink.”
Without a second thought, Taiga lifted Wataru’s wrist to his lips and began to drink Wataru’s blood… at the dinner table… and in full view of their guests.
Misako was horrified. “DAD! NOT AT THE TABLE!” Apart from her shriek, the table had gone silent. Jiro actually dropped his wine glass.
Everyone was staring.
Masao, Maya and Misako all just wanted to die on the spot.
“You would think…” Mio’s voice came out from the other end of the table. “…that Dad would have LEARNED from that one incident in the D&P boardroom…”
After about a moment or two of shocked silence, Taiga pulled his mouth away from Wataru’s wrist and sat back, licking his lips.
“He looks like he just had an orgasm.” Tsumeko remarked.
Masao looked at Tsumeko. “Show some class, would you?”
“I’m not the one whose father just sat here at a dinner table full of guests and DRANK FUCKING BLOOD FROM HIS HUSBAND!” Tsumeko yelled.
“Sorry about that.” Taiga murmured, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “I knew I should have gone inside.”
“You’d never have made it inside without fainting.” Wataru chided.
“You… you drink Wataru’s BLOOD?” Yuri was trying not to look as though she was going to throw up in her mouth.
“Yes. It’s my form of nourishment. Normally, I replenish often enough that doing it in public is a non-issue… but sometimes I forget to feed regularly and we have to do right away. I apologize. Normally, I have the sense to go into hiding to do it.”
The table was silent, until Tsukiyomi piped up. “Can you do it again? And when did you start drinking blood?”
Taiga blinked and then looked at his husband. “Can we adopt her?”
“No, Taiga.”
The table actually began laughing and then Misako stood up. “Well now… who wants dessert? I have a lovely chocolate cake prepared.”
There was an eruption of cheers from the table as Misako padded inside.
As dessert began, Taiga replaced Jiro’s wine glass and in a silent moment between the Fangire King and the Wolfen King, he raised his water glass in a toast to their united families. To his surprise, Jiro also raised his glass in toast.
Maybe they could all just get along after all.
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Fujimori and Kurenai-Nobori families enjoy a rare dinner of peace and harmony… at least until they find out where exactly Taiga gets his food supply from.
It was rare that Nobori Manor was so full of laughter and good cheer, but then again, it was rare that Taiga had a dinner there. He had decided to try to foster peace between his family, the Kurenai-Noboris, and the family of his in laws, the Fujimoris. Both families were Demon Race royalty: Taiga and his own, Fangire royalty and the Fujimori family, Wolfen royalty. The two families had their differences, and even though marriages had united them, Taiga still wanted to try to foster more peace.
So, he invited the entire Fujimori family: Jiro, his wife Yuri, and their eight children: Megumi, Mitsuhide, Satoru, Akane, Tsumeko, Takeshi, Tatsuya and Tsukiyomi and Megumi’s husband, Nago Keisuke, over for dinner with his own family. He figured that sharing a meal and breaking bread outside of a wedding would be good for them.
When Jiro agreed, Taiga had arranged it.
Which was how that one warm summer night, they all gathered outside in the garden for dinner, drinks and light conversation. They were joined by Taiga’s own family: his husband, Kurenai Wataru, and their four children: Kurenai Masao, Akane’s fiancé, Nobori Misako, Mitsuhide’s wife, and their youngest twins, Kurenai Maya and Kurenai Mio.
So far, the dinner had been a success. Even Nago, Megumi’s husband, who was normally quiet vocal about his dislike of Taiga and Wataru’s marriage, was silent. But this had been because Megumi, wanting to avoid another incident in which Nago had the snot beaten out of him, had taped her husband’s mouth shut.
The good mood had been fostered by sharing wine and some of Misako’s excellent cooking and Taiga had to admit, even with so many people at one table, that they did make a good family together. He leaned over to Wataru, who was sitting beside the Fangire King and kissed his love’s knuckles. “So far, this has been a wonderful evening, Wataru.” He remarked.
“Yes, especially since Maya decided to entertain us.” Wataru gestured to their young daughter, Maya, who was sitting away from the table, in the middle of one of the gardens, playing the harp. The sound only enhanced the atmosphere of the dinner. “She is a wonderful harpist.”
“She has music in her blood.” Taiga said with a smile. “She is a Kurenai, after all.”
“I never thought that I would enjoy something a Kurenai created.” Jiro remarked from one end of the table, sipping some wine. “But Maya is talented.”
“So are all of our children.” Taiga was only too proud to boast of his children’s musical talents. “Especially my son. You should see what sort of art he can create. It is beyond belief.”
“I think I’ve seen more than enough of Masao’s art.” Jiro muttered, causing Yuri, his loyal and loving wife, to kick him under the table. “Especially his idea of fashion.”
“No different from Tsumeko’s idea of creative hair design.” Masao replied, causing Akane, who was Tsumeko’s twin sister, to give him a look. “We should team up.”
“Perhaps when hell freezes over.” Tsumeko muttered.
“Come on, Tsume, you know that you wouldn’t be where you are if I hadn’t asked you to do hair for my fashion shows. We make a great team.” Masao smiled. “I know I would never ask anyone else to help me out.”
Tsumeko gave her twin a look and sighed. Masao did give her work and she actually did like some of his fashions. She wasn’t overly fond of him, but at the least, he treated Akane like a queen, which was all she could ask of her twin’s lover.
“I’m so happy Haus of Kurenai is such a huge success, Masao.” Yuri spoke up. Haus of Kurenai was Masao’s fashion label. “You must be very pleased.”
“Of course he’s thrilled that it’s a huge success.” Suzuki Sakomi, Fujimori Satoru’s wife and Misako’s best friend and transplanted Fangire Queen said with a smile. “How could it not be with such gorgeous women as its models?” Sakomi was referring to the fact that Masao didn’t have to look far to find models when he could use his own relatives and friends, such as the women currently seated around the table.
“How modest you are.” Satoru quipped, laughing as Sakomi smacked him.
“Oh, I am thrilled at the success of Haus of Kurenai” Masao assured the Wolfen Queen. “It also helps that my Empress managed to secure me a prime piece of real estate in Harajuku for my flagship store.”
“Empress” was Masao’s nickname for Akane. As he spoke, Akane smiled. “Oh, Masa, it was the least I could do after all you have given me.” She giggled, blushing as he kissed her knuckles.
Tsumeko openly rolled her eyes at this display of affection, but Tsukiyomi, the youngest of the Fujimoris, smiled. “I hope I have someone that wonderful when I grow up and find a mate.”
Masao smiled at Tsukiyomi. “What sort of mate do you want when you grow up, Tsuki-chan?”
Tsukiyomi, who, compared to her older siblings was quite young, only about ten, but she was every bit as clever as they were. She thought this over carefully and smiled. “Well, he’ll be handsome, and funny, and smart…I kind of want him to look like you, Masao-san. Because you make Kane so happy. I want to be that happy when I have a mate.”
There was a chorus of “awwws” from the other people at the table and some light laughter at Tsukiyomi’s response. Masao, to his credit, just smiled and said, “Aww, thank you, Tsuki-chan.”
“Isn’t she precious?” Misako, the Fangire Queen and eldest Kurenai-Nobori daughter, smiled at Tsukiyomi. “I hope our daughter is that adorable.”
“So adorable.” Mitsuhide, Misako’s husband, agreed, rubbing his hand over Misako’s pregnant stomach. “And she will be. She’s a Fujimori, after all.”
Megumi, the eldest daughter of the Fujimori family smiled proudly. “Have you guys decided on a name for her, yet?”
“I was thinking of naming her after one of my music teachers, actually.” Misako replied. “I had a wonderful violin teacher at the Rose Conservatory named Hoshizawa Nana. So I thought Fujimori Nana would be a wonderful name.”
“I was hoping you’d give her your family name, Misako…” Taiga began, only for Wataru to elbow him.
“Fujimori-Nobori sounds a bit unusual, though.” Misako remarked, suddenly noticing that her youngest sister, Mio and her boyfriend, Fujimori Tatsuya, the youngest Fujimori son were no longer at the dinner table… right around the same time Yuri did.
“Wataru…” Yuri and Wataru, both being “Queens” (so to speak) shared a close relationship. “…where are Mio and Tatsuya?”
Maya paused in her harp playing to suddenly notice two figures dashing through the moonlit garden, away from the dinner table. “I think they ran off into the garden.”
“Now why would they do that?” Fujimori Takeshi, Maya’s paramour, asked.
“They’re sixteen.” Megumi replied, ignoring the muffled cries of her husband. “No, I am not taking that tape off, Keisuke. The last time I did, Taiga nearly beat you senseless. You’ll thank me later.”
“At least you found a creative way to shut him up for a night.” Tsumeko remarked.
The table erupted with light laughter, except from Taiga, who was looking a bit pale. His water glass remained untouched, his place at the table clear.
“Darling… what’s the matter?” Wataru asked, concerned.
“I need to replenish.” Taiga muttered softly. “I should go inside.”
“Not when you’re all pale and sweaty.” Wataru cleaned off his steak knife and slowly slid it across his wrist. Once he had drawn a line of blood, he offered it to Taiga. “Here. Drink.”
Without a second thought, Taiga lifted Wataru’s wrist to his lips and began to drink Wataru’s blood… at the dinner table… and in full view of their guests.
Misako was horrified. “DAD! NOT AT THE TABLE!” Apart from her shriek, the table had gone silent. Jiro actually dropped his wine glass.
Everyone was staring.
Masao, Maya and Misako all just wanted to die on the spot.
“You would think…” Mio’s voice came out from the other end of the table. “…that Dad would have LEARNED from that one incident in the D&P boardroom…”
After about a moment or two of shocked silence, Taiga pulled his mouth away from Wataru’s wrist and sat back, licking his lips.
“He looks like he just had an orgasm.” Tsumeko remarked.
Masao looked at Tsumeko. “Show some class, would you?”
“I’m not the one whose father just sat here at a dinner table full of guests and DRANK FUCKING BLOOD FROM HIS HUSBAND!” Tsumeko yelled.
“Sorry about that.” Taiga murmured, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “I knew I should have gone inside.”
“You’d never have made it inside without fainting.” Wataru chided.
“You… you drink Wataru’s BLOOD?” Yuri was trying not to look as though she was going to throw up in her mouth.
“Yes. It’s my form of nourishment. Normally, I replenish often enough that doing it in public is a non-issue… but sometimes I forget to feed regularly and we have to do right away. I apologize. Normally, I have the sense to go into hiding to do it.”
The table was silent, until Tsukiyomi piped up. “Can you do it again? And when did you start drinking blood?”
Taiga blinked and then looked at his husband. “Can we adopt her?”
“No, Taiga.”
The table actually began laughing and then Misako stood up. “Well now… who wants dessert? I have a lovely chocolate cake prepared.”
There was an eruption of cheers from the table as Misako padded inside.
As dessert began, Taiga replaced Jiro’s wine glass and in a silent moment between the Fangire King and the Wolfen King, he raised his water glass in a toast to their united families. To his surprise, Jiro also raised his glass in toast.
Maybe they could all just get along after all.