WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE [BAKUGOU KATSUKI /KIRISHIMA EIJIROU]

PROLOGUE

"He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god"

Aristotle

The humid air was filled with smoke, a grey deadly fog created by the hands of humans who never cared to appreciate what they had and instead decided to destroy the earth they walked on.

The loud roar of the motors that moved the monstrosities called 'cars' made his pointed ears twitch and he couldn't help but burrow his face further into his red worn-out scarf, the action doing nothing to alleviate the ache that the sound produced.

He didn't understand humans. Maybe, at some point, he could have; he had been one too, after all. But after a few centuries of being stuck in the same body of his twenty-year-old young lord self, he had forgotten almost everything about their way of thought.

'It's pathetic ' he would think, watching boringly through his window 'How they go with their lives, not caring about what's going to happen next.'

Because the -shockingly- young vampire, had been living among humans for quite some time and he had seen the destruction they carried with them, how they destroyed everything in their way, not having in mind the future generations that would probably have to mend the mess their parents left behind, only for those to probably forget as well and leave the world in shambles for their children.

When he had been human, he had enjoyed life, he had relished in the pleasure of being part of a loaded family, he had gone to parties, fooled around with the young heirs of allied competencies and spent his fortune mindlessly. He too had been part of the brainless crowd that condemned the land under their feet.

And his lack of reason had reached his peak one night.

Even though the young heir to the Bakugou State was expected to ' marry a fine woman and keep their legacy going ', Katsuki had always found the other side of the balance more appealing; he had forgone the curves and soft thighs and swapped them with rough shoulders and hard muscles, perfect to get lost on.

It had been poetic , how his whole world had come down on his birthday. A gargantuan festivity had been organized by his mother, who had the best contacts one could ask for, and all kind of people had gone. Most of them were merchants his parents had met before, the old same people who always came to their parties; still, the rest of the attendants were failed contracts who were only invited so the Bakugou's could flaunt their wealth on their faces, a reminder of what they could be having if they had sealed the contract.

The stranger had caught his attention immediately and it was a shame, Katsuki would often think, that he could not, for the sake of it, remember the face or name of the person who had changed his life.

He could only remember the mischievous glint on those piercing eyes, how strikingly beautiful the stranger was and the pleasure that had followed them that night.

He should have been more careful, but even now, a few centuries later, Katsuki couldn't help but to remember that night wistfully.

He had been so enthralled by the creature that he hadn't suspected a thing, not even when the sharp canines had caressed his throat, not even when they had bit hard enough to draw blood and not even when the stranger, his Sire, had drank like a starved beast.

But he could never hate his Sire, because after his partial turning, they had taken him in; they had explained Katsuki how sorry they felt, how they had been so lost in the pleasure they had been sharing that they had not realized until it had been too late. The beautiful stranger had taken care of him, had explained his options and, when Katsuki finally found his will to live again, had turned him fully into a vampire and taught him their ways.

The blond couldn't say that he missed them, they hadn't been that close, but he would often find himself wondering about his Sire, trying to picture what would his life be like if they had kept the blonde at their side.

The town he was living in was not the best place to be in, but it was perfect to disguise himself, you could find all kind of dubious people there and no one spared you more than one glance; everyone wanted to get on with their business. In short, the perfect place for him to be a vampire, no one would miss you if you died there and even if he had only slipped once or twice, better be safe than sorry.

His house was small, packed with books and comfortable chairs and somewhere in between all the yellowed pages and hard covers, a bed was hidden. His evenings were spent reading, and oftentimes he would try his own at writing utopic worlds where nothing was wrong, filled with fantasy and impossible things. The bed was there for when he felt his lingering humanity thug at him, for when he wanted to taste the feeling of dead for a few hours or just simply forget the world he, sadly, lived in.

Being a vampire... was hard. He couldn't get close to people, everyone died at some point and the last time he had tried to explain his nature to one of his lovers, he had found himself traveling to the other side of the world, with his lover branded as crazy and put into an institution.

It brough good things, he didn't need to eat as often as humans, and he had heightened senses in a body that surpassed the limits of humans effortlessly.

Now, he was back in the Kingdom. His small, crime filled city was a far cry from the lusty rich capital he had been wasting his life in, but it had an important difference that made Katsuki like it more, the fact that his home was there, along with a special red-haired boy.

Both things were something that Katsuki found interesting, his home because it was the first time in many years that he had found himself calling his house a home, and the red-haired boy because he clashed with such intensity with the rest of the people that you were left often wondering where he may have come from.

The town was dirty and gloomy whereas the boy was like a star had fallen from the firmament, bright. Because there was no other word to describe him, every action screamed bright and as a creature of the night, like a moth to a flame, he felt drawn to him.

There was more to it, though. When he had first sensed the boy, because he hadn't needed to even see him when just his presence had been enough, he had been ecstatic; he had been reminded of his Sire and pure happiness had filled him because there was someone like him around!

Just the prospect of the slight possibility of another immortal living in the same space as him had made him set a foot in daylight for the first time in what may have been two hundred years.

The death of his last lover had been hard on him; he had watched his lover wilt under his eyes due to a deadly illness that had sweep the village, leaving him as one of the survivors and being forced to leave when the residents realized that he hadn't been infected as everyone did when coming in contact with the ill.

He had forgone the light that exact moment, sticking only to the night and only going out to satiate his thirst.

But now, he had found a new reason to go out, he wanted to –no, he needed- to know who exactly that red-haired boy was and what made him so special.

Why did his instincts perk up whenever he saw the boy?

Was he like his Sire?

A sigh tore through his throat like a burning knife and the young creature turned the knob, letting his weigh forward, opening the door to his cold but cozy house, his home. He would speak to the boy, maybe not the following day, but he would.

And that was a promise.