Our vampires are different

[gebieterin]

This is the collection post for the shared fanfiction project "Our vampires are different".
Born from an idea and planned oneshot by novembermond, chapters are written alternately by novembermond and gebieterin.
(Therefore: uneven numbers by novembermond, even by gebieterin)


-1-: what started as the totally crazy Torapon crackfic
When Tora woke up his first thought was: „Dun wanna!“ The second was: “I’ll see the guys again.” That thought was actually enough to get him out of bed. It had been their first two week long vacation in… actually, it had been their first vacation ever. They’d decided to spend it apart, not seeing or even calling each other. This was supposed to recharge them but in all honesty, Tora had missed the other four so badly, he’d just been hanging on the couch cuddling Chikin and waiting for the two weeks to be over. He didn’t get what was supposed to be calming about vacations. Except of course that you weren’t chased by fangirs. That was nice. Still, he had never thought that he as going to miss Hiroto’s hyperactivity, or Shou’s gay or even their assistant manger-become-dress-up-doll Ono-kun.

Their meeting room was full of flower chains and terrible looking flower-print shirts, combined with Shou’s tanned skin a dead giveaway that the singer had been to Hawaii. Saga mentioned that he’d been to an onsen and Tora couldn’t hear where Nao had been to because Hiroto’s excited tale of his adventures in Europe drowned everything else out.

“And the landscape was so, so great and I took one hundred thousand pictures and the food was very very weird and in the night I was bitten by a bat THIS BIG!” he exclaimed all in one breath. Tora chuckled. While Nao was fretting over the supposed bite – there was nothing to see – Tora thought about how he’d really like to hug them all, but that was really kinda gay and therefore more Shou’s forte. Maybe if he waited, Shou would give him a hug on his own…

By nightfall Tora hadn’t gotten any hugs, but a lot really terrible shirts chosen by Shou “especially for him”, sweets from Saga and Nao, and a mini Eiffel tower from Hiroto. When the others found out that he didn’t have anything for them since he never actually left Tokyo, he had to promise to throw a little party for them instead. Great. Couldn’t he have just bought them some sweets? Nobody had told Tora that there would be gift exchanging after the vacation! Hiroto was especially upset, turning those hurt puppy eyes and quivering lower lip on Tora. He broke down immediately and agreed to spend the evening with Hiroto and to do everything the younger wanted to. Thankfully it turned out that this “everything” was playing video games and ordering pizza. They played until around three in the morning, when Hiroto could barely keep his eyes open Tora suggested they go to sleep. The other guitarist refused to go unless he was allowed to sleep in Tora’s bed. And he didn’t allow Tora to sleep on the couch either. Tora still felt guilty enough to give in, even though that was kinda gay too. At least he’d get a hug out of this. Hiroto was a known cuddler who often crawled into someone else’s bunk in the tour bus. In a totally innocent way, of course!

So they got ready for sleep and Hiroto did cuddle up to him, putting his head on Tora’s shoulder. So Tora put an arm around the smaller one and thought this was the end of it. That was when Hiroto suddenly started nibbling on the crook of Tora’s neck. Okay, this wasn’t just kinda gay, this was totally gay!

“Uhm, Pon? What are doing?”

“I’m biting you of course”, came the explanation mumbled against Tora’s skin.

“And why, pray tell, are you…” Suddenly it dawned on the older guitarist. “You said you were bitten by a bat? Like last year when you were ‘bitten’ by a spider and played Spiderman?”

Hiroto looked up and gave him this totally innocent, wide eyed look. “Don’t you wanna play?”

Tora sighed. How could you deny this face anything?

“Okay, but don’t leave any gay looking marks or I’ll kill you dead!” Hiroto threw him a big grin and got down again, opening his mouth and biting Tora’s skin.

“What! Wait a sec. Hiroto! This is so going to leave a mark and Saga will never let me hear the end of it. Hiroto!” And then Tora felt panic surge up when suddenly the other bit that much harder and actually broke the skin and blood was flowing from the wound and Hiroto sucked it up! Tora tried to fight, to throw the other off. He was supposed to be stronger, wasn’t he? But Hiroto held him down with superhuman strength and kept on sucking. And only then Tora realized that the whole thing was real and that the problem wasn’t going to be a hickey on his neck, instead he was probably going to die. Only a second later though Hiroto stopped and smiled at him with bloodied lips. The blood looked black in the darkness of the bedroom and was dripping down on Tora’s chest.
“It’s okay,” Hiroto cooed. “I’ll look out for you. You can be my first minion on the way to world domination!” He grinned, and then lapped up the remaining blood from Tora’s wound, which magically closed.
And that was how Tora turned into Hiroto’s sex slave.

The end?

-2-: Pointless cracky sequel is pointless

It took them some precious time to figure out that apparently, Hiroto nearly draining Tora was NOT the way to turn him into Hiroto's equally undead sex slave.
Luckily, before Tora zoned out completely he remembered something he had noted in the vampire porn he had been reading while being bored during their 'vacation', mumbling something about transfusion.
Luckily, Hiroto was afraid enough when Tora simply passed out from blood loss, he stopped fretting about injuring himself and started feeding Tora. After he had bitten his own wrist and started whimpering from the pain.
Luckily, Tora was not too far gone to swallow and soon the change took its course.

Soon Tora was yelling many things at Hiroto, the overall message being that dying was not an experience he would wish to repeat. And no, he did not allow Hiroto 'to kiss it all better'.


Their band members made many funny comments about Tora's and Hiroto's supposed hangover the next day. The sunglasses were Tora's way of dealing with the suddenly too bright sunlight. He was still pale (and would stay pale) but the jumpiness and temporary shivering could be lead back to the way Hiroto woke him up in the morning, ripping open the curtains and shouting "BURN BABY BURN" and afterwards literally rolling over the floor laughing, even when Tora realized that the sun did not really hurt him (well yes, it hurt, but did not literally BURN him) and tackled his still laughing torturer/master/sire/lover to put him over his knee and start to spank him with his newfound strength.
It gave Tora quite some satisfaction to see that Hiroto still refused sitting down even when Nao began fuzzing over poor hung-over Baby-Pon and chastizing Tora for not watching out for him better. That made both Tora and Hiroto laugh, while Saga pouted that Nao did give more attention to Hiroto than to him.

Shou really seemed to have fun comparing his newly tanned skin to Tora's and Hiroto's. And while he dismissed Tora for having spent too much times in his appartment and therefore being pale as cheese, he was quite fascinated how Hiroto's skin seemed to have taken on some kind of gleam. But soon Shou joined Saga in pouting because he could not get out of Hiroto which new kind of body lotion he had discovered in Europe. They were bandmates, they should share such discoveries, dammit! Rightfully offended, he grabbed poor Saga, demanded a pause and dragged his bandmate along with him from the room, ignoring the pitiful glance Saga shot at Nao, which nearly screamed of 'help me please!'. Nao only caught the last glimmer of Saga's panicked glance, but it was enough to have him shout after Shou that they better only were off to get something to eat and coffe for Nao, because everything else would carry serious consequences.
Nao huffed when he heard Shou cackle.

However, the mentioning of food, of something to eat made Tora aware of how HUNGRY he was at once. With a silent whimper he glanced at Hiroto, who seemed to only have eyes for Nao at the moment. Yet Hiroto was well aware of Tora's distress and shared some of it, even though he had 'feasted' on Tora last night, he had given some of the blood back. Mentally, Hiroto smacked his forehead for forgetting to feed Tora before they met their band for practice, but everything had so not gone according to plan...
"Tora, you hungry?" Hiroto asked his... fledgeling (though this sounded so gay even to him) without taking his eyes from Nao.
Tora only nodded.
"Then what do you think about making Nao our... chewtoy?"
Baffled, Tora looked at Hiroto, who still did not take his eyes of Nao. Of Nao, who did not react at the whole 'chewtoy' talk but only looked back at Hiroto.
"Hiroto..." Tora hissed. "We cannot... I mean, he is our bandleader... what if the other's come back?" he ended weakly, admitting defeat at least in front of his own conscience, because with every word he had staggered closer to Nao, gentle Nao who was sitting on the couch gazing up trustingly into Hiroto's eyes.
Sweet Nao, who smelled so good today...
Later, Tora would not be able to recollect how he ended up with his mouth pressed against Nao's neck in such an intimate way. This was so gay! But even this thought drowned in the sweet sensation of having Naos sweet essence (his blood, what did you think, perverts) trickle down his throat and pacifying his thirst/hunger/bloodlust/whatever.
Only when Hiroto gently pried him away from Nao by his hair did Tora lift his head, dazed and feeling slightly drunk. Hiroto tstked slightly, telling him that they should not be so greedy and drain poor Nao. It took Tora some blinks to notice that Hiroto's lips were smeared with blood, too, obviously taken from Nao's wrist. Still holding Nao's hand, Hiroto drew Tora in for a hungry kiss, and though this was so totally gay, Tora decided that Nao tasted even better when mixed with Hiroto's own flavor.
Still dazed, or even more dazed, Tora wanted to drown in Hiroto's eyes when he broke the kiss and winked mischieviously at Tora.
Still dazed, it took Tora some time to wonder why Hiroto would nick his own wrist with his fangs and begin to feed Nao some small drops of his blood.
Nao's delighted whimper however made Tora snap out of it.
"HIROTO! Are you mad? You cannot turn him..." Tora fell silent with one of Hiroto's cold fingers against his lips.
"Shshsh. I would not turn him, I just wanted to try something..." And there it was, this mischieveous glimmer in Hiroto's eyes that Tora found not totally reassuring.
And when Hiroto looked back down on Nao and sweetly commanded: "Kiss Tora", and Nao really stood up from the couch on slightly wobbly legs and made a move to close the distance between himself and Tora, Tora knew that things were going to go south. Even moreso when Nao did press his lips on Tora's and just in this moment, a slightly disheveled Saga had to bustle through the door, stopping dead and gasping.
"WHAT. the HELL!"


-3- : Did I mention I am heterosexual today?

“It’s not what it looks like!” Tora screeched, panicky, while Hiroto calmly commented: “It’s so what it looks like.”

Saga’s scream made Shou appear in the doorway. “What is… are you guys having orgies in the practice room and did not invite me? That’s really mean!”

“Well, you ran off with Saga-kun, didn’t you?” Nao seemed to have regained full consciousness. He was, however, still in Tora’s lap, where he had collapsed from the blood loss, and wriggling around a bit. Tora could feel something react that shouldn’t react. He was not gay!

Shou had no answer to Nao and stood there with his mouth gaping. He looked a lot like a fish when he did that. Fish, Tora thought. Fish are not sexy. Think of fish instead of Naos perky bottom rubbing his – argh! Fish. Shou’s mouth looked like… Shou’s mouth wrapped around his cock would feel nice wouldn’t it? Argh!

“Well, isn’t that just peachy?” Saga dramatically fell into the worn armchair next to the old couch and hid his face in his hands. “Please make a schedule or something because I’m not taking it up the ass from four different guys on the same day.”

“I’m not… I mean I won’t…” Tora stuttered. Saga looked up hopefully. The moment Tora’s eyes met the bassists he thought, well, maybe he could try just a little? He was after all now an evil vampire and it didn’t matter much anymore, did it? And Saga had this little something… The other lowered his gaze again and Tora shook his head. He was NOT gay and he wouldn’t fuck Saga just out of curiosity, what was wrong with him? In addition to the vampire thing, of course. He still couldn’t believe that Hiroto had made him feed off of Nao. And then he’d given the drummer some of his own blood, not enough to turn him, but still. Tora wasn’t sure if it would apply, but according to his lesbian vampire porn that would make Nao Hiroto’s human servant. Was that what he had originally wanted to do to Tora? He shuddered and shoved Nao off his lap. “Okay guys, I don’t know what you’re here for, but I’m here to play guitar.”

Nao landed on the floor, pouting adorably. But eventually he crawled behind his drum set and joined in. The others followed suit. At least something was still normal around here.


After practice he followed Hiroto to his place. Tora still knew next to nothing about this vampire thing and every time he was in a room without Hiroto, he felt uncomfortable.

“We should move in together”, Hiroto said offhandedly while he was grabbing Tora’s old clothes from the closet. Since they often crashed at the place of another band member they always kept some stuff there. Tora remembered how awkward it was to explain to your date why you had five toothbrushes in your bathroom even though you lived alone.

“Yes we should… wait, what?” Living with another guy was totally gay. And why did the thought of living with Hiroto feel so good?

“I should live in a dark mansion instead of a sunny apartment don’t you think so? We could have a crypt and a butler named Igor and…” Hiroto hopped through the room, handing Tora fresh clothes, towels and then he dropped a big bottle on top.

“Do I dazzle you?” it read. “Shimmering Body Lotion.”


-4- Do I dazzle you?

Glimmering Bodylotion? Tora was, admittedly, a bit disappointed, having thought that the glimmer on Hiroto's skin more resulted from the whole being-a-vampire-thing. And he would never admit that he had hoped for his own skin to take on a similar sheen later, because that would be totally gay. And speaking of gay, why the hell did Hiroto follow him into the bathroom, shucking out of his clothes as he went?!

His face must have shown some of his confusion, because Hiroto met his confused glace with a quirked eyebrow.
"What? When we are moving together anyway, we can alreay start to shower together. Though we will make sure that the new mansion will have a bath."

Somehow, Tora's mind still refused to make the connection from moving together to showering together, but when Hiroto slipped past him into the shower and told Tora to stop acting like a teenager and join him, Tora felt himself compelled to obey. And when Hiroto told him to soap him up and wash his hair, suddenly it did not feel strange anymore to be pressed together in the shower stall with his naked bandmate, himself equally naked, it did not really feel as gay as it may sound - and that was the point when Tora froze in his actions and eyed Hiroto warily.
"Hm?" Hiroto turned innocent eyes up at his taller bandmate, but Tora knew him too well to fall for that seemingly innocent glance and looked past it to find the devious glimmer he had known would be there.

"Don't stop", Hiroto pouted, and Tora found his hands back in the smaller man's hair without a concsious thought from him, massaging his skalp while taking care that no soap would hurt these soulful eyes.
"What are you doing to me?" Tora whispered, not trusting his voice completely.
Hiroto merely smiled and leaned back into Tora, and not only with his head.
"Why, nothing yet."
And the 'yet' made Tora gulp.

"I just thought you would like to have a chance to make your attack of this morning up to me before I think of a way to punish you, my underling."
Though Tora could hear the playful note in Hiroto's voice, he was too close to panic to join the other in his teasing game, because suddenly he thought that he should not have spanked the other for his harmless jest. Which were so not the thoughts he had harbored some hours ago.
Groaning, Tora shoved Hiroto back as far away from him as the shower cubicle would allow, leaning his back against the cold tiles to ground himself.

"Tora?" It was the confusion and something akin to hurt in Hiroto's voice that made Tora look back at his bandmate. When Tora just stared back at him, Hiroto climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself, more for cover than because of feeling cold. Tora noted how uncomfortable the other suddenly seemed and mimicked his actions, careful not to touch Hiroto in the process. However, sensing Hiroto's confusion, Tora tried to explain.

"Maybe you are not aware of it, but when you give me an order, however implied, I feel very, VERY compelled to follow it, whatever I might have thought before. That makes my afraid."
Embarrased, Tora hugged his arms around himself.

Hiroto gasped.
"Tora, I'm sorry, I did not realize..." He stepped up to his bandmate, circling his arms around Tora, and suddenly, Tora did not feel so lost and afraid anymore. And he did not care at this moment whether these were his own feelings or some fucked up gay vampire powers Hiroto may have used without even noticing.


-5- : More than mind control

Ever since Hiroto had found out about those maybe-mind control powers of his, he’d been experimenting on them. Instead of trying it on Tora though, he did it with other people. Sometimes it worked, sometimes not, but generally people were at least inclined to think about what Hiroto wanted them to. Tora tried to quiet that tiny voice telling him this was unethical by repeating his mantra of ‘vampires are supposed to be bad, vampires are supposed to be bad.’ Sadly, it worked very well.
But then, on the other hand, did that mean Tora had to be evil? He might as well fight this side of him and Pon, he could help the Helpless instead, and vanish into the night with his coat billowing behind him… okay that was even cheesier than Hiroto’s spider man fantasies. Tora shook himself. Evil, it was. He smiled.

And now that Tora had figured himself out – hadn’t that been easy? – all he had to do was figure everyone else out. Like Saga, for example. What WAS up with him and Shou? It seemed rather gay. So after a concert Tora was walking into the backstage area, minding his own business, like everyone else and happened to hear Saga moan. Now, lately Saga hadn’t looked so great, maybe he was ill or otherwise hurt and needed help? It came from the bathroom, maybe Saga had slipped? Tora opened the door and oh my god! That was gross! What was it? Saga on all four on the floor and Shou behind him, doing STUFF WITH STUFF! Tora had thought the whole Saga is being fucked by Shou was a joke! A little bit of teasing.

Tora’s decidedly unmanly shriek of indignity had alerted the singer and bassist to his presence. They turned their faces to him and the moment Tora saw Saga’s face he couldn’t stop thinking that this was so hot and he’d love to join in…

It was the knowledge of Hiroto’s mind power over Tora that woke him up. Saga wasn’t just one sexy piece of man meat, there was some kind of magic around him. It wasn’t like Hiroto, it was more… well Tora had no clue; really, he was new to the whole otherwordly thing but…

“What are you doing to me?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t control it.”

“Can’t control what?” Tora asked rather sharply. Shou was still sliding his THING in and out of Saga’s hole and that was so disgusting… enthralling… disgusting… Tora was confused. And it was Saga’s fault.

“He can’t control the sex magic of course.” Shou explained calmly. “I’m really trying to help but I can only fuck so often a day…”

Faintly Tora sat down on the toilet seat and hid his face in his hands. At least so he didn’t have to see what his friends were doing, only hear it. Were they done yet? Tora peaked through his fingers. Oh no! Now Shou was touching Saga’s… thing. Alright maybe he should stop calling them things. They were… things, argh! He squeezed his eyes shut again.

“Someone please explain the sex magic thing to dumb tigers. With as little sex as possible please.” Tora whimpered.

“I am half incubus.” Saga moaned. “I have the powers, but I can’t control them.”

“Basically he has this sex glamour that makes everyone around very very horny. It weakens when he had sex, but that only works for a few hours.” Shou was very matter-of-fact about it while at the same time bringing Saga to orgasm with his hand. Oh thank god, they were finally done. Tora kept his eyes shut until the other two were dressed.

“You have sex magic that forces you to fuck every couple hours?”

Saga nodded, looking really exhausted. Well, no surprise he was so thin, he kept working off the calories, eh?

“This is so fucking cliché!” Tora complained.

“Fucking being the keyword.” Saga said in a dry voice.


-5.5- : Extra: anime nerd vampires who know nothing of history
Extra by novembermond:I just felt like writing that. hope you like it. ^^" you might need a bit of FF VII knowledge to get the punchline. I'm sorry.

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Extra: anime nerd vampires who know nothing of history

Hirotos head was in Tora’s lap. He had just collapsed on the couch next to Tora and crawled half ways onto Tora. It was really cute how the smaller guitarist went from a hyperactive squirrel to a very exhausted squirrel in the matter of a heartbeat. Tora’s hand started playing with the hair, rubbing the scalp a bit. Hiroto started to purr, making Tora chuckle. This was such a gay situation, yet he found he cared less and less. Must be the evil vampire thing.

“You purr like a kitten”, he said.

“Mmmm not a kitten, I’m a bat!” Hiroto complained.

“Are you now? Do bats purr?”

That effectively shut Hiroto up. For a while anyway. Then he said: “I’m trying to turn into a bat. Does it work?”

Tora looked the smaller body up and down just to be sure before he answered: “I don’t think so. You still look like a squirrel to me.”

“First you say I’m a kitten and now I’m a squirrel?” Hiroto sat up and stared at Tora indignantly. It didn’t help the impression that his front teeth were chewing on his lower lip. They were still more prominent than his canines. “I’ll turn into a bat, just wait and see!”

Ten minutes later Tora was getting bored of looking at Hiroto and Hiroto himself let out a frustrated puff of air. “But Vlad COULD turn into a big bat!” he whined.

“Vlad was the one who…” Tora almost said ‘sired’ but that sounded so much like Anne Rice, “made you?”

“Yupp.”

“Do you know how old he was? Maybe these things come with time?”

Hiroto looked thoughtful. “He didn’t seem older than maybe twenty-nine max to me. He wanted to talk about Gundam Wing all the damn time!”

“It’s a pity he didn’t meet Nao then.”

“Indeed. I mean I like Gundams too, but not that much! I suspect he only turned me because I’m Japanese… But now that you mention it, he did say he fought in a war against the Turks. When was that?”

“Uhm. FF VII, wasn’t it?”

“Probably…”
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(c'mon you know Dracula would SO be an anime fan XD

I still need to get in an Underworld joke and one for Vampire: the Masquerade. maybe one for Hellsing (anime)... what else...)


-6-:(False) Sense of Security

Saga's being an incubus hit Hiroto totally out of the blue and nearly sweeped him off his feet. Could be due to Tora bursting into the changing room and clinging to his waist with a heartbreaking wail of jumbled words Hiroto could not make sense of at first. He looked up at Nao, seeking help in understanding what exactly had caused Tora so much discomfort. All Hiroto could understand in Toras jumble of words was something along the lines of 'so gay' and 'Shou did stuffwithstuffwithSAGA'.

It took Hiroto some moments of comforting his confused fledgeling and an outright command for Tora to calm down enough and tell him the whole story. Nao met Hiroto's shocked glance with the dry comment, "Hey, at least this makes more sense than Saga dry-humping his bass and Shou nearly mounting him for it... "
This drew another wail from Tora. Why could Nao not at least try to be surprised? He just reacted so calmly to everything, the whole being Hiroto's human servant seemed to have made him jaded to all preternatural stuff.

They thought about it, and Nao actually volunteered to discuss the matter with Shou and Saga as they both shuffled back into the changing room, at least having the decency to look embarrased that Tora had found them out. Though Shou seemed to be more angry at Tora for sharing their secret than Saga. Saga seemed just plain relieved.

And because Tora was being immature and refused to discuss this whole 'gay-sex-thing', Hiroto punished him quite severely. Or so Tora thought, because hunting houses with Hiroto quickly became torture. Why had he agreed to face the madness of the real estate market in Tokyo? Oh yes, Hirotos puppy dog eyes and a slightly trembling lower lip. Unfortunately, there seemed no eerily dark mansions available to Hiroto's liking, so they spent their nights alternately in Hiroto's and Tora's flat.

Developing a certain sense of security, Tora thought himself safe. Okay, there was still this whole vampire thing and Saga being half-incubus, but he had everything under control. He no longer went house shopping with Hiroto after a few days but hired a well-known (and damn expensive) realtor.
And Tora went to feeding Saga. No, not feeding feeding, but stuffing him with food whenever he had the opportunity, and even Shou remarked that Saga seemed less... 'hungry' after a full meal. That gave Shou the opportunity to also keep some of his calories to himself.
Tora himself went feeding with Hiroto on semi-willing victims who Hiroto convinced that they had just kissed and nothing more.

Everything went well for a few days. Maybe too well.
The downfall began when the realtor really found a house to Hiroto's liking. Tora did so not want to move there, because it reminded him of the house from the film 'The Grudge'. However, once again he was helpless against Hiroto mind control pouting powers and only saved his dignity by saying "First ghost I see, I am SO out of here!".
Hiroto even asked Nao to move in with them. Much to Tora's satisfaction, Nao politely declined, having spent some money to have his little house made soundproof for drumming practice. He did not want to go back to having to practice on company grounds after there had been an 'incident' with Gazette's drummer. And no, he would not explain further.

Though Tora moved with a happily bouncing Hiroto to their new 'mansion', he secretly held on to his appartment. Just in case that the ghosts would not like him. And he insisted on getting his own bedroom furnished, even though Hiroto pouted quite adorably childish about it. The next shock came when they had moved their stuff and newly acquired furniture (all made of dark wood) into the new house. Hiroto sat down in the living room and happily announced:
"Now we need to invite everyone for a house warming party!"


-7- Oh my god they ARE having pervert BDSM orgies in the cellar?

„Congrats on finally admitting to your attraction to Hiroto!” Aki said, waving his beer.

Tora spit his own beer all over his lap. “What? I’m not attracted to Hiroto! We’re not a couple! We just moved together in a totally heterosexual way!”

Aki giggled. “Yeah, riiiiiiiiight.” He winked at Tora. “’s okay, I’m not gonna judge you for your tastes.”

Tora did the manly thing and fled… tactical retreat. He made a tactical retreat that led him as far away as possible from the bassist of SID. Did Hiroto have to invite that one? Okay, so he was friends with Aki, but Hiroto had actually invited about the half jrock scene and then some, and that surely wasn’t necessary. They were clogging up every room, even Tora’s bedroom. He was going to burn the sheets of his bed when this was over, just in case someone decided to do icky stuff on it.

Anyway this had been a grave mistake. Not just the party, even though it was a mess full of drunk jrockers, but the whole moving in thing itself which had led to this party. The house was possibly haunted and creepy at best. And Hiroto was a guy. And Tora had moved in with him. Even Tora’s MUM reassured him repeatedly that she was okay with his choice of living and why didn’t he bring his PARTNER over for dinner on Sunday.

Grasping his beer like a protection shield he made his way over to Saga.

“Are you okay? Here I brought you some snacks from the buffet.”

The bassist smiled gently. “Torashi while it is very nice being fed by you, you ARE aware that even if I get all the food in the world I’ll starve to death if I don’t have sex?”

Tora cringed. “You need it?”

“Well, it’s what the glamour is for in the first place, to make sure I don’t starve… and of course the mind blowing sex…”

Tora cringed again.

“You know if this flinching thing keeps on you should get a doctor to take a look.”

“It’s not… I mean I’m okay.” Tora looked down, imagining a doctor finding out he was a vampire. When he looked up again he saw Saga grinning, indicating it had been a joke.

“Really, how can you still be so uncomfortable about sex? You’re a fucking rock star.”

“It’s not the sex thing…” After all Tora had absolutely nothing against hot lesbians.

“It’s the gay thing?”

“Not exactly…” Still the hot lesbians after all. “I don’t really have a problem if the Gazette are having pervert BDSM orgies in their cellars or whatever but you guys are my best friends ever and it’s squicky thinking of you and sex at the same time… why are you laughing like that?”

Saga’s laugh got even dirtier.

“Oh my god they ARE having pervert BDSM orgies in the cellar? I take it back, this is horrible. And Hiroto even invited them! They’re in the living room! The only thing that could make this even worse would be a haunted house!”

Behind Tora, a very pale teenage girl with a sullen look on her face and long unkempt black hair slid through the wall.


-8- FEED ME SEYMOUR
or: Saga is our applied phlebotinum (yes, I had to google it, too ^^)

The unmanly-shriek-thingy seemed to become a habit with Tora. After seing Saga blanch and start to stutter, Tora made the mistake of turning around and, well, saw a ghost. More like, felt a ghost, because something about the girl that hid most of her face under unkempt black hair was definitely off and bringing shivers down his spine. And when an eerie voice echoed more through his teeth than through the kitchen, asking "AAAAAMMM IIII PRRRREEETTY" - well, return to shriek, unmanly, echoed by Saga. Which did not improve the sound, though Saga's voice was better trained than Tora's. At least Tora did the manly thing and let Saga hide in his arms when the ghost/apparition/whatever started in their direction before vanishing. Leaving behind a shaken Tora, holding a shaking Saga.

At least the thing seemed to have disappeared for now. On the other hand, it would have been nice to have something to show for the crowd gathering in the kitchen door. At least, Nao seemed to have been nearest, or he just had this sixth sense for his bandmates being in distress. Closely followed by Hiroto, who seemed to have this sixth sense for Tora in particular being distressed. Followed by Kai, who seemed to share Nao's feeling of bandleader senses tingling. Nao's and Kai's inquiring looks, however, quickly changed to knowing grins when they found Tora and Saga huddled together. Luckily, Hiroto looked past how gay the situation seemed and asked what was wrong (this changed the bandleader's glances back to worried). Luckily, before Tora and Saga could embarass themselves with stuttered explanations of ghosts, Nao's eyes fell on Kai, and narrowed.
"You.Out.NOW." barked their normally friendly bandleader.
Kai raised his hands in an appeasing gesture. "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay... with the two of them screaming like being murdered..."
"Right. Because the last time I heard Saga shriek like that and went to look for him was the very last time I would stay at company grounds after working hours."
Tora so did not want to know why Kai blushed and Saga hid his face against Tora's chest. But he absentmindedly began to stroke Saga's soft hair.

The awkward moment was broken by a slightly intoxicated Reita, who weaseled his way obliviously through the present company to get to the fridge and grab a beer. Noticing the tense atmosphere between Nao and his own bandleader, he giggled and asked: "You guys fighting who's the better band-mom?"
Tora decided for himself that a blushing Kai did look way more harmless than a seemingly furious one, stalking out of the kitchen after his giggling bassist.
The giggling was weakly echoed at Tora's own chest.
"Oh, poor Reita is SO going to suffer for this", wheezed a still very pale Saga.
Wait. A pale and and shaking Saga? Was the bassist so afraid?
Hiroto and Nao exchanged a worried glance before stepping closer to their bandmates just as Tora noticed that all that kept Saga upright was Tora himself.
Something was very wrong. Because even pale and with his eyes pressed tightly shut, Saga looked absolutely delicious at the moment...
Oh shit.

Saga opened his eyes, and Tora could suddenly think of a gazillion ways to make his bassist shriek like before without a ghost involved. And Saga's lips suddenly appeared to luscious, kissable even. What could a brief taste harm, after Tora had already had Nao and Hiroto kiss him before? Just a brief kiss among friends, nothing gay, right? Saga was just afraid, so Tora would just kiss it all better.
But when their lips met, Tora suddenly found his hands wander where they did not really belong, and Saga's hands did cling to Tora's shirt in a much more possesive manner than before.
And a low growl emmitted somewhere near Saga, but it did not really bother him at the moment. That is, before Hiroto had Saga by the hair and pried the taller man physically away from Tora.
"Mine!" he snarled. Command or not, this word and its implications had Tora stop dead in his tracks when he had wanted to follow Saga wherever Hiroto may drag him.
"How do you dare?" Hiroto growled. "I told you to keep Tora out of this until you had absolutely no other choice."
Interesting bit information, Tora thought.
Saga did not look happy with the hold Hiroto had on his hair, but he gave up struggling as Hiroto snarled at him again, baring fangs. Saga gulped visible, uttering a small "Sorry?", which did not seem to calm Hiroto. Time for an intervention, Tora thought.
"Hiroto!" Tora called. "It may sound lame, but its not what it looks like. I don't think Saga did that on purpose."
When said bassist shook his head ruefully, Hiroto let go of his hair with a sigh. Saga dropped to the floor with his back on the fridge and hid his face in his hands.

"Saga, when was the last time you did feed?" Trust Nao to analyze a situation fast.
"Well, Shou took some time to get dressed up and ready for the party and as all the others are here and I have to shield like whoa and we thought that we had built up a nice little stash of energy and with me eating so much... but when I am frightened I loose quite a bit of energy, and all the shielding before..."
Wow, even Saga's jumbled words sounded sexy. Tora shook his head hard.
"Where IS Shou...?" Tora asked desperately.
Hiroto cleared his throat. "Well, there is good news and there is bad news... Gazette's scheme of getting him drunk for whatever reason worked too well. Shou bet he could outdrink Uruha... and we all know where this would end. At least they did not manage to drag Shou off someplace quiet. Well, they DID, infact, but only to the guest bedroom because he is drunk as a skunk and sleeping like a baby and Aoi pouted that Kai did not allow them to take Shou home nevertheless and that does not really help with the problem at hand, does it?"
Saga wailed. "He promised he would not drink too much!"
Tora had a thought, and only his mantra 'vampires are supposed to be evil' made him voice it:
"Well, if Shou is already in a bed, wouldn't it be enough if Saga...?"
Saga shook his head. "That is not how it works, Tora. The other person HAS to have... their fun, else there will be no energy emission, see?"
"Saga, it is really nice that you are still being considerate of Tora, but could you just tell us plain what you need?" Hiroto sounded a little exasperated.
"Uhm, Sex?"
"I gathered that much... but actual intercourse, or would other methods work as well?... Tora, now is not the time to blush like a virgin, Saga needs help!"
Tora's eyes widened. "No, sorry, but just, no!"
Hiroto rolled his eyes. "Tora, please. We have been spending the nights together for weeks now, we moved in together, I am this close to biting Aki just for his dirty comments on this, by the way, and I did not hear any complaints from you whenever one of us kissed you, or the night I turned you."
"Wait, what, turned to what?" came Saga's muffled voice. Nao knelt next to him and patted his head arkwardly, but Saga still kept his hands over his eyes.
Hiroto briefly turned to Saga. "Oh yeah, by the way, we are vampires. But can we please explain this later?"
"Oh fuck. Could you not have mentioned this before? When the sex glamour comes up, I can kind of concentrate it on the human I choose. But with vampires, it is more like, first come, first served. When Tora got a whiff of it, I now HAVE to feed of him!"
Oh shit. Tora did so not like the looks Hiroto and Nao gave him.
"Forget it! I am so NOT going to fuck Saga!"
"Well... it would not really have to be me, it is enough when I am near enough when..." Saga made a vague gesture Tora did not like at all.
Tora looked pleadingly at Hiroto and Nao.
Nao just shrugged. "Well, Tora, the only thing reasonable would be now that you just choose someone you like better than poor Saga..."
Saga wailed again.
Tora began to stutter "Saga, we talked about this earlier. It is NOT that I don't like you, or do not think you are attractive - in a totally not gay kind of way - but..." But what? Tora ran our of reasons here.
Hiroto looked at Tora pensively. "Would it maybe help you if I ordered you to?"
Tora heavily recoiled and paled. "You wouldn't!"
Saga chose right this moment to sink down with a pained little moan. Though worried about him, Tora worried more about the sudden resolution on his bandleader's face. This was Nao's 'I don't care what you want, you WILL go to this interview/photoshoot/whatever'-look.
"Tora. Honestly. Give in and fuck Pon, or let him fuck you. It will make everything better, I swear."
Suddenly, Tora felt like crying.

Then they carried Saga through the living room and upstairs, fending off worried questions by saying he was just totally drunk. They had to kick Aoi and Uruha out of Tora's bedroom (oh, he would SO burn the sheets) and had a brief argument with Gazette's guitarrists as to why they would not hand over Saga. Only Nao's threat of calling for Kai made the two leave, pouting. For a moment, Tora pondered running after them and seeking shelter, but he was not so sure that he would be safer with these two than with his own bandmates.
Nao left them after dumping Saga unceremoniously on the bed, saying that he would try and avert questions as to why the hosts of the party disappeared. Together. With Saga. Tora successfully fought the urge to cling to him and beg him not to leave him alone with the other two. His vampiric sire and a half incubus with totally fucked up control. Maybe it was better that Nao chose to leave.
Or maybe not, because now the three remaining men just stared at each other awkwardly.

"So, what now?" Hiroto slumped down on the bed next to Saga. Tora remainded standing, keeping his distance to the bed though Hiroto waved his hand invitingly.
"Don't know", Saga mused. "Normally, Tora would already lie at my feet worshipping - oh, don't hiss, you know what I mean. He seems to have better control than others. When he saw me with Shou, normally, he should have been compelled to join in instantly."
Which Tora had. He had just chosen to ignore the feeling.
"So you cannot, like, hypnotize him or something?"
"Not. How it works." Saga sounded a bit disgruntled.
"Well, I'm just trying to help", Hiroto pouted. And adorably so. Tora shook his head hard.
An unseelie grin spread over Hiroto's features as he leaned over Saga and whispered something in his ear. Vampiric hearing or not, Tora was too preoccupied fretting over the whole situation to pay attention, so it took him by surprise when Hiroto leaned in further and began to claim Saga's lips with his own. Oh, Tora could tell that Hiroto was putting up quite a show because the smaller man kept his gaze on Tora from the corner of his eyes. And suddenly, there were several feelings battling inside Tora, one 'oy, gay porn is not sexy or maybe it could be between those two' and something akin to... jealousy? Was Tora jealous that Hiroto kissed Saga, and not him. Wait,shouldn't Tora be jealous that SAGA kissed Hiroto, taking into consideration Saga's sex glamour powers or whatever?

It was no conscious decision of Tora's moving closer to the bed and just laying his hand on Hiroto's shoulder at first. Tora did notice the victorious grin the two other men shared, but hell, he would not just stand there and watch these two gorgeous men make out. He was not yet sure, nearly flinched away again when Hiroto drew him in with an arm around his waist. But then again, vampires, evil, gorgeous men, living together anyway etc.
It cost Tora quite some effort to battle his own conscience, but he just knew the way to overcome fears, prejudices and the like - he gently put his hand under Saga's chin and made the bassist look up at him. The rest came easily. With hands and lips on heated skin, Saga yelping because Hiroto had bitten him ('Oh come on, it was just a little nicking the skin') and somehow clothing vanished and heated skin pressed up against equally heated skin. Awkward moments there were, but friends could overcome these with jokes or soothing touches. Tora really thought he should have been grossed out, but that was kind of hard with Saga's very skilled tongue and Hiroto's cool fingers bringing him so much pleasure. Yet some distant part of him was grateful that Saga mentioned it was all about orgasm, not intercouse...

Afterwards Tora decided that he was definitely going to burn the sheets.


-9- Lady, I got some tropes to deliver (aka novembermond I refuse to write monster chaps):
“Warum liegtn hier n Ballen Stroh?”
„Hm, ja, warum hastn du ne Maske auf?“
- famous porn movie


So, Tora thought, you’ve had sex with a man – kind of – and the world hasn’t ended yet. Who’d have thought? And what would be next? Flying unicorns? Tora chuckled and tried to concentrate on his reading again. He had picked up this particular book in his usual bookstore in a section right next to the shounen manga. Funny, that. He could have sworn that two weeks ago when he was still human there had been a wall and now there was a section on supernatural books. And here he was, sitting in the living room of his and Hiroto’s spook house, reading ‘Supernatural Creatures for Dummies – A Survival Guide without Hard Kanji!”

He wasn’t sure how reliable this book actually was, but the description of vampires seemed accurate so far. No burning in sunlight, but not able to use any spiffy powers during the day either. It honest to god said ‘spiffy’. It also said (in the ‘OMG, a ___ is right in front of me! What do I do?’ section) that upon meeting a vampire, one should stuff garlic into their mouth (or alternately a lemon if no garlic was nearby), cut their head off, drive a wooden stake through their heart, burn the corpse and release the ashes. Personally, Tora thought he’d like to meet the author in a dark alleyway and see how far they’d get with that.

The ‘OMG! What do I do’ section on Incubi read as follows: “Enjoy! To humans, incubi are completely harmless. They feed on sexual energy produced by their partner(s). It was proven in numerous experiments that the feeding doesn’t exhaust humans any more than normal sex and doesn’t make them age faster or anything. (See subsection ‘Busted Myths’)”

Tora imagined the myth busters kidnapping Saga and having sex with him ‘for science’. It was supposed to be a disgusting thought, but it got him a little hot, too. He sighed. There, heterosexual Tora went down the drain and bisexual (?) Tora waved after him. Abruptly Tora stopped daydreaming and went back to reading. “However, other magic may react with the incubi powers, enhance or dampen them or create other cross reactions, like magical allergies.”

Wait a second, cross reactions like allergies? Tora immediately put the book away, shucked his T-shirt and jeans and started looking at his skin.

Of course Hiroto chose this very moment to come in. After a few seconds he said: “As much as I enjoy the sight, what are you doing?”

“I’m checking for a magical rash or something. What if I get blue polka dots from Saga?”

“Uhm, Tora”, Hiroto gave him a worried glance. “You know homosexuality isn’t an illness right? You’re not going to get the gay cooties from us.”

Tora stopped inspecting at his thigh to throw the book at Hiroto who caught it effortlessly. “It says other magic can be allergic to incubi. And we know the glamour didn’t work on me like it does in humans!”

Hiroto thumbed through the book without actually reading it. “I see… stand still.” Then he proceeded to thoroughly check Tora’s skin by running his fingers over every part and looking closely. He started at one hand, moved up the arm and neck to Tora’s face, then down on the other side, from the second arm to the torso and then further down.

“Nice boxer shorts!” Hiroto commented on the tiger print shorts before abruptly shoving them down. Tora wanted to protest but Hiroto did have to check everywhere, didn’t he? Shortly after this Hiroto stopped, smiled and declared Tora to be completely free of magical blue polka dots. Tora let out a puff of breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding and started to put his clothes back on.

“What are you doing?”

“What?” Tora turned back to Hiroto, who was busy taking his own clothes off.

“Well, I’m a vampire too and I had just as much contact with Saga’s glamour as you. You need to check my body!” He smiled that oh so innocent smile of his. The taller guitarist was beginning to see through this ‘I couldn’t even harm you if I tried’ act. But what could Tora do? It WAS possible that Hiroto’s vampirism had reacted with Saga’s magic.

Of course he was just checking between Hiroto’s legs when their house ghost drifted into the room and declared: “Forget crossing over to the next realm! This is heaven!”

This time Tora didn’t scream. He did fall over onto his naked ass, but he was a lot less scared than the first time. No, instead he was angry. “Hiroto! Of all the spook houses to choose from, you take the one with the yaoi fangirl ghost! Are you kidding me?”

+++
Omake:

Scene1:
Myth Busters: *keep Saga prisoner in secret laboratory and do naughty things to him*
Saga: not everyone at once! I’ll get fat!

Scene2:
Hiroto: *wears doctor’s coat*
Tora: oh doctor, you need to check EVERYWHERE
Hiroto: no problem, I’ll check deep and hard!

Scene3:
Shou: *walks down street, whistling innocently*
Aoi&Uruha: *suddenly jump out of car and wrestle Shou into car*
Cut to Shou being bound and gagged, surrounded by the GazettE
Shou: mmph?
Aoi: well we tried to seduce you at the party but sadly you fell asleep, so we had to take measures…
Shou: mmph!
Reita: I think he’s trying to say something *removes gag*
Shou: Orgy, yay!!!

Scene4:
Nao: *all alone in the practice room* gee, I wonder where everybody is at.


No Jrockers were harmed during the making of this movie ♥


-10- Enter the villain... or not?

"Where are you going?"
A rather confused Hiroto stared after Tora angrily stalking off after hurriedly collecting some of his scattered clothing.
The grumbled answer was unsettling.
"Packing!"
"Wha... what do you mean, packing?!"
Hiroto hastily picked himself up from the floor to follow Tora up to his room.
"I told you quite clearly: first ghost I see, I am so out of here."
First, Hiroto stood baffled. Then an evil grin spread across his features and he crept up to Tora, who had not even bothered dressing, to convince the other that in spite of there being a ghost, staying would definitely have its benefits. He would not have to waste many words. Speaking with a full mouth would not have been polite, after all.

After a moment of shocked defiance, Tora decided that he would better sit down. Of course just due to Hiroto maliciously tickling the back of his knees, surely not due to... other circumstances. Okay, that was a lie. And dammit, Tora could not even use the excuse of being bespelled by an incubus this time. But then again, he had already decided earlier to give this whole "man on man action"-thingy a try. Or more than a try. At least with his mouth otherwise occupied, Hiroto could not try to order him around, however implied. Groaning, he leaned back, just to get more comfortable, not to give Hiroto more access to more vital parts of his anatomy. Hell, he could get used to this. Even the added thrill of sharp canines scraping... well, just added to the fun. And he had to give it to Hiroto, being a vampire and all really made him good at sucking.
Muttering this thought out loud in a moment when Tora's brain generously lent all blood and other resources to more southern regions made Hiroto laugh in such an inappropriate moment that he nearly chocked.
Awkwardly petting Hiroto's back, Tora decided to wait some minutes before taking his revenge for Hiroto's sneaking attack.


Much later that day Tora decided that he would go looking for a book about how to strengthen your personality. Or just about how to say no. That his resolve crumbled in front of Hiroto, he could understand. Evil vampire sire with commanding voice and apparently some of Saga's seduction skills had rubbed off. Speak of magical contamination.

But Nao! Nao was supposed to be Hiroto's human servant and therefore several steps under Tora in the food chain. So how come all Nao had to do was to turn on his silky-threatening 'band leader voice' on the phone to have Tora walk out from his ghost-infested but otherwise quite comfy home into the cold in order to collect some fanmail that had accidently been placed at Kra's postbox?
Muttering silent mutinity under his breath, he decided to take the car to get to company grounds instead of cramming into the abyss of public transportation.

Tora liked the large parking garage near the PSC offices. Before, he had not really liked the dark decks without windows, but by now, they blocked out the too bright sun rather nicely. For the first time, he did not feel uncomfortable and did not hurry to get into the better illuminated parts of the building. Being an evil vampire undoubtedly had its benefits.
That is, until someone grabbed him from behind and shoved him against a nearby wall. The impact shoved the air out of him with a rather undignified grunt. For a split second he thought that maybe Hiroto had followed him and now wanted to introduce him to something kinkier than they had done so far, and the thought was not as unpleasant as maybe it should have been. However, the person who had a hold on him was too tall. Panic began to rise in Tora when he began to notice that his captor seemed inhumanly strong, because a human Tora would have been able to dislodge by now. As it was, his efforts only earned him a chuckle from behind before he was being turned around like a ragdoll to face his attacker.
For a moment, he ceased all fighting out of sheer surprise.

"MIYAVI?"

Still having a tight hold on Tora's shirt with his left hand, Miyavi patted his captive's cheek fondly with the right. It made Tora wince. Even moreso when the other pressed him against the wall again and leaned in on him. And though Tora had resumed his struggle, he felt rather foolish because it seemed to have no effect whatsoever on his former colleague, apart from the fact that he gripped Toras shirt more firmly and physically lifted the heavier man from the ground. That was when Tora stopped struggling altogether and forced a smile.

"Miyavi-senpai. Long time no see. How are you?"

Miyavi stared at him, baffled, before he started roaring with laughter. He set Tora back down, but kept a firm hold on his shoulder.
"Well, so my informant was right. At least one vampire rookie on my turf. And you did not even have the courtsy to come and visit. You should know by now that vampires take territories very seriously."
Tora gulped when Miyavi's eyes took on a not quite human gleam, but could not help to stare unbelievingly and, admittedly, quite scared at the other man.
Miyavi laughed again and let go of Tora.
"Hell, you really are a freshman. Easy to scare, too. Maybe I should just keep you."
His playful and yet evil grin made Tora very scared.


-11- Take That

Tora took a deep breath. There were a number of ways how this could backfire on him, but Hiroto’s safety came first. Miyavi didn’t know that both alice nine guitarists were vampires, and Tora planned to keep it like that. Therefore, he had to go through this alone and hopefully survive. He cringed at the thought of all the terrible things that Miyavi could do to him. The soloist wasn’t just evil, he was also creative in a terrifying way. Well, standing in front of the door looking stupid wouldn’t help any, Tora had to get it over with. He took another deep breath and knocked on Miyavis door.

-The day before-

“Maybe I should just keep you.”

Tora’s thoughts on this must have been very visible on his face, because Miyavi laughed like a loon.

“Tomorrow at nightfall, you come to my place and properly pay your respect to me as your elder. I promise it won’t hurt.” He paused. “Scratch that, it will hurt, but not too much.”

“I feel so much better now.” Tora said faintly.

“Don’t forget and be punctual, or else…”

Tora never found out what else, and he didn’t really want to.

Back in the present, the door was opened immediately, as if Miyavi had already been waiting on the other side. Or as if the other had smelled Tora approaching. Not exactly a reassuring thought.

He didn’t know what he had expected to see when he’d lied to Hiroto about spending the night at Akiya’s place. Probably Miyavi in leather gear with a whip in his hand or something. He hadn’t however expected to see the slim guitarist in a tuxedo, with a baby blanket over his shoulder and a baby in his arms.

“You’re here! Great!” He smiled widely and let Tora come in. “Honey! The baby sitter is here!”

“WHAT?” Nobody listened to Tora’s scream, because at the same time the baby began to cry and Miyavi was desperately “Sh-sh-ing” at the little one, and a female voice shouted: “Oh, wonderful! I’m so glad you could find another baby sitter at such short notice.” The voice belonged to an incredibly pretty woman in an evening dress. “You see, our usual baby sitter fell ill, and it’s not so easy getting another for a baby with special needs.”

“Special needs?” Tora repeated.

“Don’t worry”, Miyavi said. “A few drops of blood every two hours do the trick.”

“You’ve got a vampire baby?!?” Tora hadn’t known it was even possible.

“Not a vampire. A dhampyr. Half human, half vampire.” Miyavis wife explained patiently while tickling the little dhampyr until it stopped crying and gave a gurgling laugh.

“We gotta go now or we’ll be late to the gala!” Miyavi exclaimed and subsequently dropped baby plus blanket in Tora’s arms. “You’ll do just fine!” he reassured Tora and in the blink of an eye, both were gone and Tora stood in the middle of the hallway, staring at the closed door and wondering what the heck just happened.

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A/N:
we has a het pairing and it's canon, too! *runs and hides from getting things thrown at*
and jupp that went fast didn't it? don't get used to daily updates though. ^^"
sorry it's so short, but it seemed such a good place to stop... *evil laugh*


-12- Baby Blues

Tora stood in the middle of the hallway with the baby in his arms for a good few minutes more before the baby grew bored and just grabbed Tora's wrist to drag his fingers into reach to chew on them. With a suprised yelp, Tora nearly dropped the little critter, but luckily with his now faster than human reflexes managed to catch the blanket/baby-bundle before it could hit the ground.
Miyavi would kill him if anything happened to his precious little daughter. And not just kill him, but slowly and painfully kill him. Not to mention the fact that with him being a vampire, Tora was sure that Miyavi would have his fun killing him for quite an extended period of time. He shuddered.
The baby, however, just giggled and began to make little bouncy movements as if to encourage Tora to nearly drop her again. When he didn't, the cute little face quickly contorted into a grimace and the baby began to wail.
Tora felt like crying himself. He did not really have any experience taking care for a little baby. Even less for a half-vampire (or dhampyr, he remebered). How old was she? Must be about six months. He remembered tossing a few bucks in for gifts for the baby shower. How did one keep a child of this age well occupied? And when would he need to feed her? Just a few drops of blood, or where there bottled meals hidden somewhere?
And even more horribly: What if her diapers needed to be changed?!

Looking for some clues, he carried the little one to the living room and was immensely relieved to find a playpen stocked with some toys and cushions. He sat the baby down and curled up on the sofa where he could keep an eye on her. And he hoped that either Miyavi would return soon or enlightenment would strike him and he would know what to do with the baby. At least, at the moment she seemed happy enough to blabber to herself and chew on some toys. It would have been adorable if she hadn't chewed off the head from a cute little rag doll and waved the severed parts at Tora happily before continue chewing on the mutilated doll. Tora curled up on the couch and felt very afraid.

~*~

Hiroto had to admit that he was a little on edge. This was the first time in weeks that he and Tora were not at least in the same building for an extended period of time. Hiroto even pondered the thought of inviting Nao or Aki over to spend the night so that he wouln't fell so nervous anymore. He trusted Tora not to chew Akiya up or something like that, but still... he wanted the other around. Badly.
That bugged him. It wasn't that they were newlyweds or something like that. Still, he felt like something was wrong.
Snorting softly to himself, Hiroto decided to abuse his power over Nao and force his human servant to spend the evening with him.

Luckily, Nao was just happy enough to spend time with Hiroto. Unfortunately though, he dragged Hiroto out to Akihabara. And told him not to let him buy anything. Yeah, that would sure work... And of course once in Akihabara, neither of the musicians could resist a short visit in the Laox Music Vox. Or not so short a visit, as six floors of musical instruments and technical goodies could sidetrack a mind.
However, they were not the only ones happily browsing the store. Hiroto more felt than saw Nao blanch when a grinning Akiya waved them over.

Benefit of the doubt only went so far. After exchanging some polite pleasantries and making sure that Akiya had no idea that Tora was meant to be with him this evening, Hiroto excused himself and looked for quiet corner where he would not disturb other customers when he yelled into his cell phone.

Hiroto's initial worries quickly changed again to righteous anger at his missing housemate when Tora picked up and greeted him in a somewhat hoarse and hushed voice.

Hiroto's hand clamped around the cell phone a bit too harshly, making the plastic crack slighty. However, his anger quickly dissipated when he heard suspicious sounds from Tora.
"Tora... are you crying?!"


Pt 13: We’re In This Together

Hiroto was fucking livid. First Tora lied to him, and that made him angry enough. But then, someone or something had made Tora cry and there was going to be blood shed tonight! He didn’t get much out of Tora on the phone, only that he was at Miyavi’s place – and why the heck did he say he was going to Akiya’s when he was about to go somewhere completely different? Anxiety and jealousy seared though Hiroto’s chest as he ran to the car, leaving the other two standing stunned in the store. The small guitarist didn’t care. All that mattered was that someone had made his property cry!
In a small corner of his mind Hiroto wondered when Tora had become his property. It must be the vampire blood messing with his mind, bur every time someone got too close to Tora or even when Hiroto only imagined, like right now when he thought about what Miyavi could have done to him, Hiroto wanted to hiss, show his teeth and snap at the person. It was kinda embarrassing.

Arriving at the place, he jumped out of the car and prepared to kick the front door in. Vampiric strength was indeed cool. It was infinitely less cool though, when the door he was going to break down was opened and Hiroto stumbled onto Tora. Barely catching himself, before he fell completely down, Hiroto tugged on Tora’s shirt and asked: “Are you okay? What did he do to you? And how? And why THE HELL did you lie to me?” Tora still had all his limbs, so whatever it was, it wasn’t as bad as Hiroto feared.

~ And now for something completely different: :D ~

“Tell me again”, Izumi said quietly. “Why did you think it was a good idea to film an episode of Kagrra, no Su in a zombie infested House of Horrors?” He was pressing his weight against a cupboard that was holding the partly unhinged door closed. There was moaning and screeching behind it.

Nao did his impression of big eyed innocence. “It was supposed to be payback for the roller coaster. I didn’t KNOW these were real zombies until they ate the camera girl.” He sniffed and clutched the still recording camera. “I thought they were actors.”

“Okay, okay.” Izumi took a deep breath. “All we need to do is hold out until the management comes to get us.”

“But, but…” Nao made sure to cry prettily into the camera. “Our cell phones aren’t working. I never thought that could be possible! Must be the military testing area thing…”

Izumi’s blood pressure spiked again at Nao dragging him knowingly into such an area. But at least it explained where the zombies came from. Well, not really. “You told them here we went filming didn’t you?” Never, NEVER again would he let Nao blindfold him and drive him off to a surprise filming location!

“Uhm, no?”

That was it; he was going to kill Nao even before the undead could do it!

“But Isshi knows, so it’s okay. He’ll realize we should have been back already any time now!”

“Isshi, as in the klutz who almost boiled himself in his own bath tub, THAT Isshi?”

“We’re doomed, aren’t we?”

*

/scene of utter randomness that has no impact on story whatsoever.

14 - Cute Little Fangs

"But Tora, seriously, she is just adorable!"
Since Hiroto had nearly kicked in the front door, snarled at Tora (or more at any assumed aggressor who may have hidden in the house), laughed at Tora (when Tora had explained the whole thing to him) and had pushed past his luckily unharmed fledgeling to go see the terror of a baby dhampyr for himself, he had not let go of the litter critter.

Tora would have sworn any oath that the baby just pretended to be harmless and cute for Hiroto. Well, cute she was, but far from harmless. That Tora had learned when she had apparently translocated (or just moved very fast) from her playpen to next to him where he had curled up on the sofa. And the evil little creature had just been delighted when he had shrieked and totally out of reflex tried to flee. Not that he was really afraid of the baby, Tora assured himself. He had only been startled.
Even moreso when he had retreated to the kitchen, only to find the little girl already there and clawing at the fridge, leaving clawmarks on the once shiny surface of the now apparently bolted fridge.
And when he had not at once reacted to hear pleas, because he had no idea what the hell she wanted, he had been subjected to such a look of raw hunger... that was when his cellphone had begun to ring, distracting the baby with a happy jingle from dragonball. He had been so relieved about that, and to hear Hiroto's voice, that he had just started to cry. Just a little though.

Maybe it was because Hiroto was more of an 'awwww' and 'squee' person. Apparently, the baby took great delight in being cooed and praised and cradled, and patted, and kissed, and Tora found himself back on the sofa, sulking this time because after having laughed at him, Hiroto had not really paid any attention to him and did not even try to comfort him for all the terror he had had to live through, beginning with Miyavi's attack and ending with the murderous look the baby had cast him. Okay, maybe he was overreacting. But he wanted to be coddled, too!

And then there was this weird call from Akiya asking if they knew anything about the whereabouts of Naoran and Izumi, because Isshi was apparently in freaking-out-mode and blabbering something about military.

And it got even worse. Even if Tora was immensely grateful for Hiroto's presence, only if it meant that Miyavi's offspring was distracted from Tora... Tora did not so successfully try to suppress a whimper when Miyavi returned and not only seemed not surprised to find Hiroto there, find out that he, too, was a vampire, and even Tora sire, but also managed to talk Hiroto into taking over babysitting duty more often.
However, when Hiroto agreed to take the little bundle of joy with them for the night so Miyavi and his wife could have some 'alone time', Tora decided that he really needed a drink. Tonight. In a bar. Far away from their house.
Maybe he could take Chicken over to Shou's before the baby found the cat...?

Tora agreed to carry the ridiculously large bag of... baby stuff, but not the baby herself. Yeah, as if Hiroto would have let go of her. Maybe she had some mind control powers of her own that did not work on Tora? Would serve Hiroto right for ignoring him like this.


15: Every sword is a Katana / Devil on my shoulder

Izumi was this close to killing Nao, or at least punching him in the face. Of course that wouldn’t help anybody, but Nao’s trying to reenact the Blair Witch Project with his camera was getting on Izumi’s nerves. Nao was only saved from Izumi’s wrath when the cupboard holding the door closed was penetrated by a bloody katana. Of course it was a katana, it was always a katana, Izumi thought grumpily. Was it so hard to ever think of another weapon to use? Yes? The sword was followed up by a voice: “Nao? Izumi? Are you there?”

“Is that you, Ruki?” Nao called out, clearly confused. Izumi was confused as well, but he wasn’t going to complain if they were saved by a member of Gazette – even if he had a katana.

“No, it’s Santa Claus, hohoho! Open the fucking door you fuckwads!” Ruki growled in response. The sword was removed from the wood, leaving a hole behind. Izumi couldn’t see much through it other than black leather and Ruki’s sunglasses. Nao helped him to push the cupboard aside, well he tried to but wasn’t much help as he still clutched that damn camera. Eventually they managed to get it away from the door, at which point the poor abused door simply fell inside the room and caught Izumi in its fall. It hadn’t been Izumi’s day ever since he woke up and was told that for this episode of Kagrra, no Su he had to do everything Nao told him to. And it had gotten progressively worse from there. Being hit by a door was just the icing on the cake, really. Of course Nao caught this misfortune on cam as well. Izumi swore to himself that this material would never get out. Also, there wasn’t ever going to be another episode of Kagrra, no Su, period. He had suffered enough.
As Izumi freed himself of the remainder of the thin wooden door and got up he realized what was going on in the hallway outside. As if the day couldn’t get any weirder, there were Kai, Aoi and Ruki in black suits fighting off the zombie herd as if they were in Milla Jovovich’s newest film. And just as Izumi thought this, some epic music started to swell up, dramatically underlining the movement of the fighters. Izumi turned to Nao and glared. The bassist had the decency to look chastised as he turned his iPod off again.

“C’mon, the Brunnen-G hymn is totally fitting!” he complained.

“Alright, enough playing around!” Ruki said. “Upwards!” He led the way, and Izumi followed hurriedly, Nao right behind him, Kai and Aoi making up the rear end of awesome Katana-slashingness. On the way they met Reita who had been keeping the stairs clear and on top of the building there was a frigging helicopter hovering about, with a rope ladder hanging down. After Izumi had climbed up, he saw that it was Uruha flying it and finally Izumi came to terms with all this. Clearly he was dreaming.

“How’d you find us?” Nao asked as they were safely flying away from this cursed place.

“Remember when you got that swine flu shot a couple months ago?” Reita asked.

“Yes?”

“Not a flu shot.”

“The company put a tracking device on us?” Izumi asked. He didn't even know whether to be shocked, thankful, or simply indifferent.

“Yeah but the signal doesn’t usually get tracked. Only after Isshi had a little freak out, we started looking for you. I swear, sometimes he’s got a real good connection to the spiritual world and then the other half of the time he’s just air headed and you never know when he’s which.”

“So,” Nao kept on asking questions, “Are you rock stars by day, super-secret government agents by night?”

Reita looked surprised. “How’d you know?”

Izumi was massaging his forehead, as a bad headache was forming. “He watches a lot of anime”, he answered in Nao’s place.



Tora decided to be sulky about it and left Hiroto and the demon spawn alone in the house while he went out for a drink to the nearest bar. He was looking forward to gloomily downing several drinks, maybe taking a bite at a pretty guest, but he never got that far. During his first beer he heard a voice calling: “Tora! Long time, no see!” and a person slid into the seat on the other side of Tora’s table. As Tora looked up, his eyes widened.

“Gackt? What are you doing here?”

The famous singer raised his own glass of alcoholic liquid. “Same thing as you, it seems. Anyway it’s good that we meet, since I wanted to talk to you.”

“Really?” Whatever could this man want from Tora?

“Tora, Tora, Tora, I must say you disappointed me.”

Tora downed the rest of his beer. “Yeah, I know, she’s just a baby, yadda yadda, but she really IS creepy!”

“What?”

“What?”

Both men stared at each other, confusion written in their features.

“This is not about Miyavi’s kid?”

“What the hell has Miyavi’s kid to do with us?”

“Uhm…”

“Let me start again.” Gackt leaned forward; his eyes gave off a dangerous gleam as he hissed: “We had a contract, my dear! And there you go and get yourself turned, what WERE you thinking?”

“Do I have to understand what you’re talking about?” Tora had had a long day and night and this was getting ridiculous.

At an impatient gesture by Gackt flames appeared on the table and formed a sheet of paper with writing on it. Alright, now Tora was spooked.

“Our contract. You signed it, with your own blood even! Alice Nine will get famous and I will have your soul when you die.” Upon nearer inspection, that really was Tora’s real name signed in his writing.

“But I never signed such a thing… I don’t even believe in this shit!”

At that, Gackt’s eyes turned yellow and his pupils into slits. “You don’t believe the things you see?” he mocked. “Also, of course you signed it. Don’t you remember the week before you signed at your company? When you were drinking, full of despair, afraid you’d never make it?”

Now that Gackt said it, Tora vaguely remembered talking to the famous man in his drunken haze several years ago. “But I didn’t mean it! I thought we were just joking around!”

“Maybe you should have thought about this BEFORE you signed with your blood, my dear.”

Tora twirled the beer glass in his hand, desperately wishing it was still full, so he could take a sip. Or maybe he should throw it into Gackt’s face and try to escape… wait a moment!

“You’ll get my soul when I die?”

Gackt nodded.

“But now I’m immortal!”

Gackt’s eyes took on a red tinge.

Tora laughed. “Whoops, sorry, buddy, I didn’t mean it but I guess you lucked out on this one.”

“One day I’ll get you!” the singer hissed, before he vanished dramatically in a cloud of red smoke. What a night, Tora thought, what a night… he got himself another drink and headed home afterwards.

When Tora got there he was admittedly a bit shaken and paler than usual. Hiroto sat in the living room, watching the news. Upon seeing the other enter, he glared at Tora and said: “C’mon, seriously, she’s just a baby!”

“Huh?” was Tora’s probably not so intelligent answer. After Gackt he’d completely forgotten about Miyavi’s demon spawn. “Oh yeah, the baby. You were right of course. I was overreacting.”

Hiroto gave him a surprised look and then a wonderful smile. “Oh good, so we can have her over more often, yes?”

Tora sat down on the other end of the couch. “As long as it’s not too often. I want some quiet time, too. Oh by the way, the streets have been shaking a bit when I got here. Is it an earthquake?”

“Oh, no.” Hiroto waved at the news screen. “It’s just Godzilla and Gamera going at it.”

“Ah, alright.” Tora waited a bit, and then he scooted closer to Hiroto. He wanted to ask ‘Can I have a hug?’ because he really needed one, but he was too shy to ask. He hoped that Hiroto would do it on his own, but Hiroto was too busy staring at the screen, probably plotting how he could use Godzilla for his plan to world domination. Tora kept on thinking, can I have a hug, can I have a hug, but didn’t get his mouth open, as if it was sealed shut.

So instead, he took action on his own, scooting closer to Hiroto still, reaching an arm out, and pulling the smaller frame to him. Hiroto snuggled up to Tora readily and mumbled: “I love you, Tora”, quiet enough that Tora could choose to ignore it if it was too gay for him. But by now Tora was way over that.

“I love you too, Hiroto”, he said firmly. The small guitarist looked up at Tora, gave him a broad smile, and then went back to cuddling. They didn’t need a silly kiss to prove their love. Because this was love – having a person to snuggle with while watching Godzilla trample Tokyo Tower down.

In the next room, the baby dhampyr and Chicken the cat were peacefully slumbering next to each other, watched over by Sadako, the house ghost.


The end


“Have you ever wondered why it all happens in Tokyo?” Nao asked Izumi, an excited glow in his eyes.

“No.”

“Come on. Where did they accidentally create a zombie hord? Just outside of Tokyo. Where does Godzilla always strike? Tokyo. Where do aliens land? Tokyo.”

“Why should they land anywhere else? You got everything here you’d ever need.”

“Exactly.” Nao was training his camera on the glorious sight of Godzilla and Gamera fighting against the backdrop of the rising sun and a space ship getting bigger and bigger as it approached Tokyo. “Do you think they come in peace?” he asked into the helicopter where the Gazette were sharpening their katanas.

“If not”, Kai said. “We’re gonna kick their asses back to Pegasus galaxy.”