Junjou Vampire

Just to to give you an idea of when the first part of the story is set here are the ages of the characters:

Takahiro is 18

Akihiko is 18

Hiroki is 19

Shinobu is 7

(just a quick disclaimer here): DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN JUNJOU ROMANTICA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

THE ONLY THING THAT IS MINE IS THE PLOT

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Akihiko stubbed out his cigarette in the already full ashtray and stared hard at the maps spread out before him. “So, we’ve taken out this clan here, which leaves the Takatsuki and the Onodera clans as the only major ones in the area. Correct?”

Hiroki ran his hand through his chocolate locks and nodded in agreement. “Right. Listen, don’t you think we should call in Takahashi to help us with these? I mean, we’ve done alright with our group so far but these two are the biggest. I don’t think we can do it alone this time.”

Akihiko lit another cancer stick and took a long drag as he considered his friend’s words. “I know what you’re saying but they still have a newbie with them and they’ll refuse to go without him.”

Hiroki sighed and leaned back in the hard, wooden chair he’d spent the past three hours on. “Well there’s no other option. We both know we’re out of our depth here. Just admit when you need help and stop being so stubborn or you’ll get us all killed.”

Akihiko’s cold, lavender eyes looked up to pierce Hiroki’s warm, brown ones. “Don’t give me that crap. I know what I’m doing.” Putting out his already finished cigarette, the silver-haired man got to his feet and stretched. “We’ll carry on in the morning.”

The brunette rose from his chair, frowning a little. “You know they could have killed again by morning.”

Akihiko merely shrugged and pulled off his glasses. “We can’t do anything until then so you may as well try and get some rest.” With that, he left his friend to once again stare at the maps as if they held all the answers to how they were ever going to defeat one of the biggest clans in history. Hiroki squinted down at where they knew the main house of the Takatsuki clan was and stabbed it with a pin, as if somehow that would make it all go away.  He rubbed his tired eyes and clicked the over-heard light off, trudging out the cold room to find his small room in the maze of hallways that was his home.

Since the Takatsuki’s had made themselves known, life had been hell for the hunters. The Usami family was doing their best to keep the killing to a minimum without upsetting the vamps too much but it just wasn’t working anymore.

Hiroki wondered why they even bothered to try and make peace in the first place, but then he supposed it was better than a fill out war that the hunters were not prepared for. They would be outnumbered 10:1 and there just weren’t enough hunters with the skill required to fight that many. Hiroki knew that Akihiko was more than prepared for a war, he was the best hunter out there, excluding that one raven-haired man who went rogue and turned to be with the one he loved. But that’s another story.

The brunette found his room and threw the door open, he peeled off his filthy clothes and sank down onto the hard mattress. He looked at the clock on his wall and saw it was 3am, he groaned and threw himself back onto the pillow, knowing that sleep was a rare thing for him after he was taken under Akihiko’s wing. Though he had to admit his feelings of admiration for the man were turning into something more, something he didn’t want to admit to because those kind of feelings are the ones that get you killed.