Junjou Vampire

Egoist

Nowaki looked up at the dark blue sky and was startled when he heard crying coming from the bench beside him. He glanced down as he walked past and saw a beautiful man with cinnamon hair shaking as he cried. Nowaki’s heart clenched and he stopped walking to stare at the man, he felt like he was intruding on some personal level but couldn’t help looking. He got the sudden urge to grab the man and run. So that’s exactly what he did. He lurched forward and took hold of the man’s trembling hand before pulling him off of the bench and into a more secluded part of the park. He didn’t notice that the man’s hand was cold, or that he was staring at him with red-brown eyes in complete shock and anger.

He came to a stop and pulled the man down on the grass next to him, he turned to see the fury in his eyes but stayed calm. “I’m Kusama Nowaki, but Nowaki is fine.” He held out his hand but it was batted away.

“I don’t care. Leave me alone.” Only then did Nowaki notice the coldness of his hand and reached out once again, taking the delicate hand in his.

“Vampire.”

Hiroki’s head snapped up at the word and he stared hard at the strange man, he reached a hand out and pulled the collar of the navy-haired man’s shirt, revealing a code number that each hunter was given. He felt a snarl rip its way through his throat and he backed away. “Stay away from me.” Hiroki got to his feet and was about to run when a pair of strong hands grabbed his round the waist and pinned him down to the ground. A stake was pressed to his chest and there was pure anger and hatred in the hunter’s eyes. “You scum. You knew I was coming and tricked me into feeling sorry for you.”

Hiroki frowned and didn’t even bother to struggle, he knew with his strength he could break this man in two, but something was telling him not to. Something inside him didn’t feel right about that thought. “I did nothing.”

Nowaki spat on the ground and pressed the stake a little harder, almost breaking the surface of Hiroki’s skin. “You liar. You creatures don’t feel anything, you don’t cry.”

Hiroki laughed and this only angered the hunter even more, he felt the stake finally break through his skin and he clenched his teeth together, hiding the pain. “I suggest you get off of me now. I don’t want to cause a scene.”

Nowaki smirked and pushed the weapon a little deeper. “No one’s around. It’s the middle of the night.”

Hiroki placed his hands over Nowaki’s and looked him right in the eye. “Then do it. Kill me right now.” They stared at each other for what felt like eternity before Hiroki saw a bead of sweat run down Nowaki’s temple and his hands began to tremble slightly. “You can’t do it, can you?”

Nowaki watched as he saw a sudden sadness sweep over the vampire’s eyes, he blinked to try and erase the image from his mind but when he opened his eyes again the sadness was still there, fresh tears brimming in his eyes. “You can’t cry.”

Hiroki forced back his tears and smiled before slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position, forcing the stake further into his chest and closer to his heart. He saw the shock and slight horror in Nowaki’s eyes as he did so and wrapped his arms around the warm neck. “Kill me.”

Nowaki gasped and quickly pulled the stake out, throwing it to the side and pulling the cold man into his chest. He didn’t know why he acted the way he did, just those two words, spoken with so much sorrow and loneliness, he couldn’t help but feel himself want to warm this man and hold him.

Hiroki was surprised by the hunter’s actions but couldn’t seem to pull away from the embrace, his pierced chest was already healing and the pain was being numbed by the warmth of the strong arms around his body. They held onto each other, as if both desperately seeking comfort in the other. Hiroki clutched the fabric of Nowaki’s light shirt in his fists and pressed his head into the firm shoulder. “Why didn’t you kill me? I’m your enemy, I’m right in front of you, you could have easily killed me.”