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[Team 1] Just in time
I don't know where this came from. I guess to balance out all the crack I've been writing lately...
Time was running short. Sakuma looked around frantically. He didn’t know where else to look. Where on earth could the other have gone?
Checking his phone he bit his lip. He had less than an hour until sunrise.
“Where are you, you idiot?” he touched the side of his neck absentmindedly, tried to think of more options. Iwamoto never strayed too far from school. And even then, there were agreements with the school which stated that their students were not to be mortally wounded or even obliterated should they come across hunters.
There were some though, who seemed to hunt for sport and didn’t care about agreements and the like. They were dangerous for both the actual hunters and the vampires alike. Watanabe had told Sakuma about it the other day after Kamenashi-sensei’s class. Apparently some students had gone missing already and had now been confirmed as casualties. There had been a solemn ceremony in the morning.
And now Iwamoto had vanished without a trace. He and Sakuma had planned to leave the school grounds for a little bit after sundown to eat out and maybe do some shopping. Sakuma had gotten stuck with cleaning duty a little longer than planned so he’d told the other to go ahead and then meet up with him at their usual place.
Iwamoto had not been there and Sakuma had been unable to contact the other.
He looked at his hand. Somehow the touch to his neck had left a tingling sensation. It told him not to give up that Iwamoto was still ‘alive’.
Suddenly an image appeared in front of his inner eye for a brief second. The sign of the local Pachinko Parlor. Making a face, Sakuma turned around and ran. He hated that place. It reeked of smoke and other gross things.
Chest heaving, he arrived in front of the parlor and looked around. There by the alley leading into the alleyway that went to the backdoor.
The door swung open and he bit back his nausea when the smell from inside the parlor hit him full force, the stench of cigarettes, sweat and stale air. A man tossed out some rubbish and closed the door again. Sakuma tried not to retch as he made his way past the closed door and further into the alley.
His human eyes couldn’t see very well in the darkness and the deafening sounds of the pachinko machines one could hear even from the outside made going by ear impossible as well. So all he could rely on was his gut feeling.
“Hikaru?” he called out softly.
Suddenly something moved. There in the corner by a wall separating the parlor from the next house behind it was a large shadow. A shadow that seemed to turn towards him and then there was a soft glow. No, two. A pair of eyes.
“Hikaru!” Sakuma rushed over and crouched down next to the other. When he touched Iwamoto his fingers came into contact with something wet. Wet and warm. “You’re hurt!”
“Sakuma,” Iwamoto’s voice was quiet, weak.
“Shush, don’t speak. We need to get you somewhere darker. The sun will be up soon,” he cursed and looked around. They’d get busted if they went into the pachinko place. There was another door though. Sakuma tried to remember where it lead to. SIgn, could he make out the bright, lit up sign that was up front?
A manga cafe! Perfect.
“Come on,” with more strength than most people would have deemed him capable of having, he more or less heaved Iwamoto up and half carried and half dragged the other over. Once they were by the door he tried it and found it open. He’d figured it would be since it was almost time to take out the trash and whoever worked at the manga cafe would have to do that in several trips because they accumulated more trash. So the door had been left open out of laziness.
Peeking in first, he made sure nobody was there before he dragged Iwamoto inside and then to an elevator he found there. He pressed the button to go down to the basement. Most of the doors down there were locked but he found a place hidden away behind some boxes and what looked like old pieces of furniture from upstairs.
Once he had set the other down and propped Iwamoto up against the wall, he tried to get a better look at the other. There were deep cuts and gashes that made him wince. And he was sure that there were more injuries that were hidden by the now semi-darkness (he didn’t dare turning on any other lights just in case somebody came down) and the other’s clothes.
After he made sure that there would be no sunlight coming in from anywhere, he crouched down next to Iwamoto and adjusted the other’s position a little in preparation for what he had planned next. His hands felt blood again. Fresh blood. The other’s wounds were still open. And that could only mean one thing.
“You didn’t feed yet, did you? I’m not surprised nothing is healing,” he cursed softly and then pulled off his jacket and freed his neck. He had to be quick. “I hope I’ll make it in time,” the other seemed so weak and groggy already, he wondered if Iwamoto would still be able to bite him. It didn’t look like the other was going to because there was no move from Iwamoto even when Sakuma was practically half naked with his neck bared and settled in the other’s lap.
Sakuma tried to think. There was nothing sharp he could use. And he was afraid he’d screw things up and just end up killing himself in the process.
What to do?
He worried his lip. And blinked. “Maybe this’ll work,” he bit down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. Then he gently tilted Iwamoto’s head up and pressed a kiss onto the other’s cold lips. Sakuma could taste his own blood and he just hoped that Iwamoto would as well.
Suddenly the other’s body jerked and Sakuma grabbed onto Iwamoto’s shoulders in a reflexive motion. A shiver went down his spine and he whimpered softly when he felt how the other started to suck on his hurt lip, lapped up the blood trickling down from it. He tried to smile when he saw that life seemed to have returned to the other’s previously clouded, hazy eyes. It had worked.
His grip on Iwamoto’s shoulders tightened when the other went from sucking on his lip to kissing his neck softly and yet urgently. It was the only warning he got before a pair of fangs sunk themselves into the skin, deep enough to draw blood.
The sensation was familiar at first but then Sakuma felt himself getting lightheaded. Iwamoto was taking so much! The other had never taken so much before. He tried to say something but no words would come out. He clawed a little at Iwamoto’s shoulder but slowly but surely his strength was leaving him and Sakuma felt his eyes drooping.
And then everything went black.
When he came to again, he felt slightly disoriented but warm. His clothes had been put back on, there was even a blanket wrapped around him. And he wasn’t on the floor, he was still straddling Iwamoto’s lap and his head had been resting on the other’s shoulder.
“Hikaru?” his voice was soft and hoarse, barely more than a whisper but he knew the other could hear him.
“Sakuma,” Iwamoto turned his head and looked at him. “I- I’m sorry, are you-”
“Shh,” Sakuma pressed his finger against the other’s lips and managed a smile. “I’m fine. You seem okay again, too. It’s all good. Okay well, we’re missing school and Shota is probably flipping because he’s worried but...we’ll have to fix that later. We have a good excuse.”
“I already used your phone to get in touch with someone from school,” Iwamoto smiled and gently pulled the other’s hand away. “They’ll be here once the sun sets. If you’re hungry, I got you something from the manga place upstairs.”
Giving the other a tired smile, Sakuma closed his eyes again, “Not yet. Too tired to eat.” He let out a soft puff of air. “What happened last night?”
Closing his eyes as well, Iwamoto replied, “It was like Kamenashi-sensei said. They appeared out of nowhere. And something about them was off. They couldn’t have been human. Unless they had something to aid them, or someone. Maybe they used some kind of magic to hide themselves. None of the other people around seemed to be able to see them. I wanted to escape into the crowd but they blocked my path.” He paused and fought down the growl that he threatened to make at the memory even.
“They were laughing, jeering and having fun as they chased me. Their bullets were threaded with silver but not enough to kill. I don’t think they wanted to kill quickly but to see their prey suffer first. Same goes for their knives or whatever else it was that they threw at me. Since the wounds took longer to heal and I was weak from not having fed, I thought that this would be the end,” his arms that were wrapped around Sakuma tightened their hold a little bit.
“They were closing in on me rapidly but then I got to the shrine we went to with the others last week. And Abe and you allowed us to enter its grounds. I hid there and they went past, probably thinking that I couldn’t possibly be there, on sacred ground. Once I thought that they were far enough away, I tried to make my way back to school but I ran out of strength on the way and there was nobody close. Not close enough at least,” Iwamoto buried his face in Sakuma’s soft locks. “But then you found me. And now we’re here.”
Listening to the story, Sakuma felt relief flooding his senses once again. He could have lost the other for good. He didn’t even want to imagine what had happened then. Lady Luck and all of her entourage had been with them last night. Sakuma made a mental note to go and pray at the shrine again, to say his thanks. It had saved Iwamoto and enable him to find the other. And find him just in time.
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Time was running short. Sakuma looked around frantically. He didn’t know where else to look. Where on earth could the other have gone?
Checking his phone he bit his lip. He had less than an hour until sunrise.
“Where are you, you idiot?” he touched the side of his neck absentmindedly, tried to think of more options. Iwamoto never strayed too far from school. And even then, there were agreements with the school which stated that their students were not to be mortally wounded or even obliterated should they come across hunters.
There were some though, who seemed to hunt for sport and didn’t care about agreements and the like. They were dangerous for both the actual hunters and the vampires alike. Watanabe had told Sakuma about it the other day after Kamenashi-sensei’s class. Apparently some students had gone missing already and had now been confirmed as casualties. There had been a solemn ceremony in the morning.
And now Iwamoto had vanished without a trace. He and Sakuma had planned to leave the school grounds for a little bit after sundown to eat out and maybe do some shopping. Sakuma had gotten stuck with cleaning duty a little longer than planned so he’d told the other to go ahead and then meet up with him at their usual place.
Iwamoto had not been there and Sakuma had been unable to contact the other.
He looked at his hand. Somehow the touch to his neck had left a tingling sensation. It told him not to give up that Iwamoto was still ‘alive’.
Suddenly an image appeared in front of his inner eye for a brief second. The sign of the local Pachinko Parlor. Making a face, Sakuma turned around and ran. He hated that place. It reeked of smoke and other gross things.
Chest heaving, he arrived in front of the parlor and looked around. There by the alley leading into the alleyway that went to the backdoor.
The door swung open and he bit back his nausea when the smell from inside the parlor hit him full force, the stench of cigarettes, sweat and stale air. A man tossed out some rubbish and closed the door again. Sakuma tried not to retch as he made his way past the closed door and further into the alley.
His human eyes couldn’t see very well in the darkness and the deafening sounds of the pachinko machines one could hear even from the outside made going by ear impossible as well. So all he could rely on was his gut feeling.
“Hikaru?” he called out softly.
Suddenly something moved. There in the corner by a wall separating the parlor from the next house behind it was a large shadow. A shadow that seemed to turn towards him and then there was a soft glow. No, two. A pair of eyes.
“Hikaru!” Sakuma rushed over and crouched down next to the other. When he touched Iwamoto his fingers came into contact with something wet. Wet and warm. “You’re hurt!”
“Sakuma,” Iwamoto’s voice was quiet, weak.
“Shush, don’t speak. We need to get you somewhere darker. The sun will be up soon,” he cursed and looked around. They’d get busted if they went into the pachinko place. There was another door though. Sakuma tried to remember where it lead to. SIgn, could he make out the bright, lit up sign that was up front?
A manga cafe! Perfect.
“Come on,” with more strength than most people would have deemed him capable of having, he more or less heaved Iwamoto up and half carried and half dragged the other over. Once they were by the door he tried it and found it open. He’d figured it would be since it was almost time to take out the trash and whoever worked at the manga cafe would have to do that in several trips because they accumulated more trash. So the door had been left open out of laziness.
Peeking in first, he made sure nobody was there before he dragged Iwamoto inside and then to an elevator he found there. He pressed the button to go down to the basement. Most of the doors down there were locked but he found a place hidden away behind some boxes and what looked like old pieces of furniture from upstairs.
Once he had set the other down and propped Iwamoto up against the wall, he tried to get a better look at the other. There were deep cuts and gashes that made him wince. And he was sure that there were more injuries that were hidden by the now semi-darkness (he didn’t dare turning on any other lights just in case somebody came down) and the other’s clothes.
After he made sure that there would be no sunlight coming in from anywhere, he crouched down next to Iwamoto and adjusted the other’s position a little in preparation for what he had planned next. His hands felt blood again. Fresh blood. The other’s wounds were still open. And that could only mean one thing.
“You didn’t feed yet, did you? I’m not surprised nothing is healing,” he cursed softly and then pulled off his jacket and freed his neck. He had to be quick. “I hope I’ll make it in time,” the other seemed so weak and groggy already, he wondered if Iwamoto would still be able to bite him. It didn’t look like the other was going to because there was no move from Iwamoto even when Sakuma was practically half naked with his neck bared and settled in the other’s lap.
Sakuma tried to think. There was nothing sharp he could use. And he was afraid he’d screw things up and just end up killing himself in the process.
What to do?
He worried his lip. And blinked. “Maybe this’ll work,” he bit down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. Then he gently tilted Iwamoto’s head up and pressed a kiss onto the other’s cold lips. Sakuma could taste his own blood and he just hoped that Iwamoto would as well.
Suddenly the other’s body jerked and Sakuma grabbed onto Iwamoto’s shoulders in a reflexive motion. A shiver went down his spine and he whimpered softly when he felt how the other started to suck on his hurt lip, lapped up the blood trickling down from it. He tried to smile when he saw that life seemed to have returned to the other’s previously clouded, hazy eyes. It had worked.
His grip on Iwamoto’s shoulders tightened when the other went from sucking on his lip to kissing his neck softly and yet urgently. It was the only warning he got before a pair of fangs sunk themselves into the skin, deep enough to draw blood.
The sensation was familiar at first but then Sakuma felt himself getting lightheaded. Iwamoto was taking so much! The other had never taken so much before. He tried to say something but no words would come out. He clawed a little at Iwamoto’s shoulder but slowly but surely his strength was leaving him and Sakuma felt his eyes drooping.
And then everything went black.
When he came to again, he felt slightly disoriented but warm. His clothes had been put back on, there was even a blanket wrapped around him. And he wasn’t on the floor, he was still straddling Iwamoto’s lap and his head had been resting on the other’s shoulder.
“Hikaru?” his voice was soft and hoarse, barely more than a whisper but he knew the other could hear him.
“Sakuma,” Iwamoto turned his head and looked at him. “I- I’m sorry, are you-”
“Shh,” Sakuma pressed his finger against the other’s lips and managed a smile. “I’m fine. You seem okay again, too. It’s all good. Okay well, we’re missing school and Shota is probably flipping because he’s worried but...we’ll have to fix that later. We have a good excuse.”
“I already used your phone to get in touch with someone from school,” Iwamoto smiled and gently pulled the other’s hand away. “They’ll be here once the sun sets. If you’re hungry, I got you something from the manga place upstairs.”
Giving the other a tired smile, Sakuma closed his eyes again, “Not yet. Too tired to eat.” He let out a soft puff of air. “What happened last night?”
Closing his eyes as well, Iwamoto replied, “It was like Kamenashi-sensei said. They appeared out of nowhere. And something about them was off. They couldn’t have been human. Unless they had something to aid them, or someone. Maybe they used some kind of magic to hide themselves. None of the other people around seemed to be able to see them. I wanted to escape into the crowd but they blocked my path.” He paused and fought down the growl that he threatened to make at the memory even.
“They were laughing, jeering and having fun as they chased me. Their bullets were threaded with silver but not enough to kill. I don’t think they wanted to kill quickly but to see their prey suffer first. Same goes for their knives or whatever else it was that they threw at me. Since the wounds took longer to heal and I was weak from not having fed, I thought that this would be the end,” his arms that were wrapped around Sakuma tightened their hold a little bit.
“They were closing in on me rapidly but then I got to the shrine we went to with the others last week. And Abe and you allowed us to enter its grounds. I hid there and they went past, probably thinking that I couldn’t possibly be there, on sacred ground. Once I thought that they were far enough away, I tried to make my way back to school but I ran out of strength on the way and there was nobody close. Not close enough at least,” Iwamoto buried his face in Sakuma’s soft locks. “But then you found me. And now we’re here.”
Listening to the story, Sakuma felt relief flooding his senses once again. He could have lost the other for good. He didn’t even want to imagine what had happened then. Lady Luck and all of her entourage had been with them last night. Sakuma made a mental note to go and pray at the shrine again, to say his thanks. It had saved Iwamoto and enable him to find the other. And find him just in time.
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Poor boys T_T I'm glad Hikaru ended up okay and that Sakuma could help him too ;;;;; *squishes them both*
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