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kat8chaTitle: Blood Red Orchid
Author: K8
Pairing: Byakuran/Shouichi
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine to own or rent or really to do anything with.
Summary: Irie Shouichi mixes magic and metal, Byakuran Gesso is a vampire who is more than he appears.
A/N: This was SUPPOSED to be a drabble.
Shouichi felt nauseous as they traversed the bumpy streets of whatever city they were traveling through. He assumed it was a city. They had kept him drugged since they had kidnapped him from the motel he had been in and had flown him on red eye flights to this, their destination. When the sun began to creep over the horizon they had camped out in airport hotels with thick magic coated curtains hanging in the windows. Shouichi had started to come to now and then in the hotels, but they always kept him drugged for the flights. He has a fuzzy memory of the flights, he was cognizant enough to walk onto the planes but nowhere near cognizant enough to protest. The stewardesses had always been worried but the deep emotionless voice of Shouichi's teal haired travel companion had always informed them that 'my friend is nervous about plane flights, he always takes dopamine beforehand'.
He was going to puke soon.
Shouichi had never liked planes, he didn't like automobiles either, he didn't like being confined in small metallic structures that hummed of energy and nowadays hummed with magic as well. That was Shouichi's fault, Shouichi's doing.
The past four and a half years were almost as blurry as the past few days.
When Shouichi turned fifteen he had garnered himself a rather prestigious position by winning an international robotics fair with a robot powered by electricity and covered in runes. He had gone to America, to University. They had blasted him through the programs, fighting to keep up with his intellect and his achievements. Everyone had wanted a piece of him. At the time Shouichi couldn't have known that there was a powerful force at work keeping him safe from governments and corporations and their grasping hands, he would only figure that out later. Much later.
Too much later.
He had gotten a bachelors in engineering with a minor in magical theory, he had written his doctoral thesis on the practical applications of magic to machinery.
He had met Byakuran at the tender age of twenty, two years before he would get his PhD. Shouichi was already facing corporate and government head hunters, he had been for years. Now though he had friends, geniuses in electronics and enchantments. Spanner was a friend, Iris and her harem. But Byakuran quickly became Shouichi's best friend.
Even though Shouichi knew that Byakuran was a vampire. They met in a lecture hall, Shouichi was TAing for a class of people older than he was, people who were bigger and often meaner, and generally jealous of Shouichi's achievements. Not that Shouichi was picked on but he was ostracized.
Spanner and Iris weren't just two of Shouichi's best friends they were two of Shouichi's ONLY friends.
"Irie Shouichi?" A cold hand touched Shouichi's shoulder and sent a tingle of energy down Shouichi's spine. "I was wondering if I could ask you a question…"
That was the first time Shouichi met Byakuran as an adult and he wouldn't remember the encounter he had with Byakuran until too late. It was hard not to like Byakuran, he was nice, he was charismatic, he smelled faintly of powdered sugar, and he smiled at Shouichi with a dangerous little hint of fang. Shouichi had been attacked by a vampire when he was younger and nearly killed… but he didn't hate vampires. And he couldn't hate Byakuran.
Byakuran offered Shouichi a job and after graduation Shouichi took it. He was on the covers of magazines with Byakuran 'two handsome faces, one young, one old, changing the world together'.
No one knew how old Byakuran was. None of the vampires talked to the human media about things like that, ages and old bloodlines and power and the dark games that vampires played when they were sure humans weren't watching. Shouichi didn't ask, he thought it would be rude. He didn't ask many questions at all, he just took what Byakuran gave him and built.
He built and built and built.
The Millefiore cornered the market on magical machinery, a new but quickly expanding industry. Shouichi had an entire department of scientists become sorcerers working for him. He had Spanner as one extreme and Iris as the other. He had a high rise apartment with windows to the East coated in so much magic that Byakuran could stand naked in front of them and not burn.
Byakuran liked to make love on the couch that sat in front of those windows.
The night Shouichi let Byakuran bite him they did it on the couch under starlight and a full moon. It hadn't been for noble reasons that Shouichi had let Byakuran bite him, it wasn't for their relationship, it wasn't because Shouichi was in love or because Byakuran had pressured him. Byakuran had brought in sweet little Uni as a professional seer after he had crushed the company she had recently inherited CEO status of. Shouichi had looked into her dead eyes and he had been reminded of all the horror stories the conservative media had spouted during those first few years after Vampires made themselves known, he thought about the crusade to disprove the myth of the 'thrall'.
He thought about the novel Dracula.
He asked Byakuran to bite him that night, gasping and sweating with Byakuran's luke warm dry body pressed against his. He was burning up.
He was crazy.
Byakuran bit him and Shouichi came, Byakuran kept drinking, and Shouichi passed out.
The next morning he stumbled into the bathroom, nauseous and tired and dizzy as hell, his head was spinning and throbbing.
He vomited into the toilet bowl and he remembered things he had forgotten. A white haired vampire with an open back of marshmallows talking to him in the park. A stranger, a foreigner, who was always there when Shouichi had a fight with his sister and needed to run away. A vampire who one night when Shouichi was out too late, deliberately provoking his mother, ripped into the side of his neck and nearly killed him. A vampire who had left a single white orchid in his hospital room and traced bloody runes onto Shouichi's temples.
A vampire who was the face of New Vampires, the face of the Millefiore… a vampire who had been lying about more than just the first time he met Shouichi.
It took three months of research and looking around with his eyes open for Shouichi to gather enough evidence, and courage, to go to the Vongola. There were other hunting families Shouichi could have gone too but the Vongola had always seemed fair in their dealings with preternatural happenings. They were secretive too, unlike the Cavallone whose cheerful blond boss had his face splashed over the news and billboards and tabloids alike.
Shouichi met with the Vongola boss and the dark hungry looking vampire who hovered at his side. They didn't ask anything of him, they didn't ask for magic, they didn't ask for him to stay and spy. They didn't offer anything either, they merely looked at him with heavy questioning eyes that occasionally flicked to Shouichi's unseasonably high collar.
It took three months more before Shouichi ran.
He moved west and tried to keep the sun above him. He used magic to hide himself, he stayed under the radar. He kept going.
Shouichi couldn't even say what city they found him in. He couldn't tell you what country either, although he was sure it was somewhere around the edges of Russia. Mongolia maybe, but he doesn't think so. It had been a mistake not to go to the Equator where the days are hot and so are the nights, but Shouichi hates the heat.
The blindfold over his eyes has shifted slightly. He can make out dark skies above and dark branches. They're driving under tree cover.
Shouichi sees it when they round a corner. It's a house, dark and gothic with lights on in the windows. It doesn't strike Shouichi as Byakuran's usual style. Byakuran likes bright lights, glass windows, he likes dangerous and sunrises. This dark gothic Carfax like house is nothing like Byakuran's usual.
Shouichi can feel a dangerous pull in the pit of his gut however, under the churning nausea. Byakuran is inside that house, he is sure of it.
He pukes all over the tall unkempt redhead's shoes when he is pulled out of the car.
"Ew!" A childlike voice tinkles. A blue haired girl stands dressed in a white sundress, her arms too pale pale, her eyes glowing unnaturally. Behind her a pale faced boy with scars running across his face and neck clutches a doll. "Is this really Irie Shouichi? Gross!"
"Humans are gross, Bluebell." The deep voice of Shouichi's teal haired companion helps Shouichi to his feet and then picks Shouichi up completely. "You should know that by now."
Shouichi's blindfold completely falls off and he stares up into starlight through dark leaves and darker branches. It's chilly here, wherever they are. He isn't sure if they're still in Europe or not. They could be in England maybe.
And wouldn't that be ironic.
"You're still gross, little nothing." The rough redhead pushes the girl out of the door. Shouichi's embarrassment begins to fight its way through his drugged state of mind as he is carried like a new bride over the doorstep. "And you were never human."
"Shut up Zakuro!" The girl, Bluebell, kicks Zakuro in the shin and rushes over to the teal haired man holding Shouichi. Shouichi is sure that if Zakuro had been human his leg would have broken. Shouichi closes his eyes.
Zakuro.
Bluebell.
"Kikyou!" Insistent hands tug on Kikyou's arm and shake Shouichi in the taller man's hold.
Kikyou.
"Zakuro's being mean! And it was so boring being stuck here with just Daisy! Daisy's boring!"
Daisy.
"You'll have plenty of friends to play with later, Bluebell." Kikyou shakes Bluebell off and shakes Shouichi in the process. "And I'll come play with you after I deliver Shouichi to Master Byakuran."
Shouichi feels a headache coming on. A headache and anger and fear.
"You're his children." Shouichi's voice is rough, scratchy. He opens his eyes to find unnatural ones staring down at him.
"It would have been better for you if you were less intelligent, Irie Shouichi." Kikyou nudges a door open with his shoulder and brings Shouichi to his doom.
Author: K8
Pairing: Byakuran/Shouichi
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine to own or rent or really to do anything with.
Summary: Irie Shouichi mixes magic and metal, Byakuran Gesso is a vampire who is more than he appears.
A/N: This was SUPPOSED to be a drabble.
Shouichi felt nauseous as they traversed the bumpy streets of whatever city they were traveling through. He assumed it was a city. They had kept him drugged since they had kidnapped him from the motel he had been in and had flown him on red eye flights to this, their destination. When the sun began to creep over the horizon they had camped out in airport hotels with thick magic coated curtains hanging in the windows. Shouichi had started to come to now and then in the hotels, but they always kept him drugged for the flights. He has a fuzzy memory of the flights, he was cognizant enough to walk onto the planes but nowhere near cognizant enough to protest. The stewardesses had always been worried but the deep emotionless voice of Shouichi's teal haired travel companion had always informed them that 'my friend is nervous about plane flights, he always takes dopamine beforehand'.
He was going to puke soon.
Shouichi had never liked planes, he didn't like automobiles either, he didn't like being confined in small metallic structures that hummed of energy and nowadays hummed with magic as well. That was Shouichi's fault, Shouichi's doing.
The past four and a half years were almost as blurry as the past few days.
When Shouichi turned fifteen he had garnered himself a rather prestigious position by winning an international robotics fair with a robot powered by electricity and covered in runes. He had gone to America, to University. They had blasted him through the programs, fighting to keep up with his intellect and his achievements. Everyone had wanted a piece of him. At the time Shouichi couldn't have known that there was a powerful force at work keeping him safe from governments and corporations and their grasping hands, he would only figure that out later. Much later.
Too much later.
He had gotten a bachelors in engineering with a minor in magical theory, he had written his doctoral thesis on the practical applications of magic to machinery.
He had met Byakuran at the tender age of twenty, two years before he would get his PhD. Shouichi was already facing corporate and government head hunters, he had been for years. Now though he had friends, geniuses in electronics and enchantments. Spanner was a friend, Iris and her harem. But Byakuran quickly became Shouichi's best friend.
Even though Shouichi knew that Byakuran was a vampire. They met in a lecture hall, Shouichi was TAing for a class of people older than he was, people who were bigger and often meaner, and generally jealous of Shouichi's achievements. Not that Shouichi was picked on but he was ostracized.
Spanner and Iris weren't just two of Shouichi's best friends they were two of Shouichi's ONLY friends.
"Irie Shouichi?" A cold hand touched Shouichi's shoulder and sent a tingle of energy down Shouichi's spine. "I was wondering if I could ask you a question…"
That was the first time Shouichi met Byakuran as an adult and he wouldn't remember the encounter he had with Byakuran until too late. It was hard not to like Byakuran, he was nice, he was charismatic, he smelled faintly of powdered sugar, and he smiled at Shouichi with a dangerous little hint of fang. Shouichi had been attacked by a vampire when he was younger and nearly killed… but he didn't hate vampires. And he couldn't hate Byakuran.
Byakuran offered Shouichi a job and after graduation Shouichi took it. He was on the covers of magazines with Byakuran 'two handsome faces, one young, one old, changing the world together'.
No one knew how old Byakuran was. None of the vampires talked to the human media about things like that, ages and old bloodlines and power and the dark games that vampires played when they were sure humans weren't watching. Shouichi didn't ask, he thought it would be rude. He didn't ask many questions at all, he just took what Byakuran gave him and built.
He built and built and built.
The Millefiore cornered the market on magical machinery, a new but quickly expanding industry. Shouichi had an entire department of scientists become sorcerers working for him. He had Spanner as one extreme and Iris as the other. He had a high rise apartment with windows to the East coated in so much magic that Byakuran could stand naked in front of them and not burn.
Byakuran liked to make love on the couch that sat in front of those windows.
The night Shouichi let Byakuran bite him they did it on the couch under starlight and a full moon. It hadn't been for noble reasons that Shouichi had let Byakuran bite him, it wasn't for their relationship, it wasn't because Shouichi was in love or because Byakuran had pressured him. Byakuran had brought in sweet little Uni as a professional seer after he had crushed the company she had recently inherited CEO status of. Shouichi had looked into her dead eyes and he had been reminded of all the horror stories the conservative media had spouted during those first few years after Vampires made themselves known, he thought about the crusade to disprove the myth of the 'thrall'.
He thought about the novel Dracula.
He asked Byakuran to bite him that night, gasping and sweating with Byakuran's luke warm dry body pressed against his. He was burning up.
He was crazy.
Byakuran bit him and Shouichi came, Byakuran kept drinking, and Shouichi passed out.
The next morning he stumbled into the bathroom, nauseous and tired and dizzy as hell, his head was spinning and throbbing.
He vomited into the toilet bowl and he remembered things he had forgotten. A white haired vampire with an open back of marshmallows talking to him in the park. A stranger, a foreigner, who was always there when Shouichi had a fight with his sister and needed to run away. A vampire who one night when Shouichi was out too late, deliberately provoking his mother, ripped into the side of his neck and nearly killed him. A vampire who had left a single white orchid in his hospital room and traced bloody runes onto Shouichi's temples.
A vampire who was the face of New Vampires, the face of the Millefiore… a vampire who had been lying about more than just the first time he met Shouichi.
It took three months of research and looking around with his eyes open for Shouichi to gather enough evidence, and courage, to go to the Vongola. There were other hunting families Shouichi could have gone too but the Vongola had always seemed fair in their dealings with preternatural happenings. They were secretive too, unlike the Cavallone whose cheerful blond boss had his face splashed over the news and billboards and tabloids alike.
Shouichi met with the Vongola boss and the dark hungry looking vampire who hovered at his side. They didn't ask anything of him, they didn't ask for magic, they didn't ask for him to stay and spy. They didn't offer anything either, they merely looked at him with heavy questioning eyes that occasionally flicked to Shouichi's unseasonably high collar.
It took three months more before Shouichi ran.
He moved west and tried to keep the sun above him. He used magic to hide himself, he stayed under the radar. He kept going.
Shouichi couldn't even say what city they found him in. He couldn't tell you what country either, although he was sure it was somewhere around the edges of Russia. Mongolia maybe, but he doesn't think so. It had been a mistake not to go to the Equator where the days are hot and so are the nights, but Shouichi hates the heat.
The blindfold over his eyes has shifted slightly. He can make out dark skies above and dark branches. They're driving under tree cover.
Shouichi sees it when they round a corner. It's a house, dark and gothic with lights on in the windows. It doesn't strike Shouichi as Byakuran's usual style. Byakuran likes bright lights, glass windows, he likes dangerous and sunrises. This dark gothic Carfax like house is nothing like Byakuran's usual.
Shouichi can feel a dangerous pull in the pit of his gut however, under the churning nausea. Byakuran is inside that house, he is sure of it.
He pukes all over the tall unkempt redhead's shoes when he is pulled out of the car.
"Ew!" A childlike voice tinkles. A blue haired girl stands dressed in a white sundress, her arms too pale pale, her eyes glowing unnaturally. Behind her a pale faced boy with scars running across his face and neck clutches a doll. "Is this really Irie Shouichi? Gross!"
"Humans are gross, Bluebell." The deep voice of Shouichi's teal haired companion helps Shouichi to his feet and then picks Shouichi up completely. "You should know that by now."
Shouichi's blindfold completely falls off and he stares up into starlight through dark leaves and darker branches. It's chilly here, wherever they are. He isn't sure if they're still in Europe or not. They could be in England maybe.
And wouldn't that be ironic.
"You're still gross, little nothing." The rough redhead pushes the girl out of the door. Shouichi's embarrassment begins to fight its way through his drugged state of mind as he is carried like a new bride over the doorstep. "And you were never human."
"Shut up Zakuro!" The girl, Bluebell, kicks Zakuro in the shin and rushes over to the teal haired man holding Shouichi. Shouichi is sure that if Zakuro had been human his leg would have broken. Shouichi closes his eyes.
Zakuro.
Bluebell.
"Kikyou!" Insistent hands tug on Kikyou's arm and shake Shouichi in the taller man's hold.
Kikyou.
"Zakuro's being mean! And it was so boring being stuck here with just Daisy! Daisy's boring!"
Daisy.
"You'll have plenty of friends to play with later, Bluebell." Kikyou shakes Bluebell off and shakes Shouichi in the process. "And I'll come play with you after I deliver Shouichi to Master Byakuran."
Shouichi feels a headache coming on. A headache and anger and fear.
"You're his children." Shouichi's voice is rough, scratchy. He opens his eyes to find unnatural ones staring down at him.
"It would have been better for you if you were less intelligent, Irie Shouichi." Kikyou nudges a door open with his shoulder and brings Shouichi to his doom.
