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Haru Akarui

"And there goes Naya Nii-san, blowing something else up. Um, where's Uncle Trevor?"

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a character in “Vampire Knight: The Revelation”, originally authored by Naga's Shadow, as played by Asilian

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Sun | Bright | Translates to "Bright Sun"
⌈My father named me...I'm not sure why he decided to name me after a great big ball of fire. Eh, whatever.⌋




⌈Themes⌋

Skillet - Hard To Find
Shinedown - Unity
Redlight King - Comeback
Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest




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⌈Oh? What do you want to know?⌋




⌈Nickname⌋
Haru's name is a bit short for monikers, though his cousin, Hikari, calls him Ha-chan because of his initials. He doesn't mind, really. Anyone could call him anything, he'd probably answer.

⌈Age⌋
55

⌈Gender⌋
Male

⌈Race⌋
Vampire | Pure Blood

⌈Role⌋
Youngest Child of Sora & Nicole Akarui | Younger Brother to Naya Akarui | Cousin to Hikari & Ryoku Minamoto; Farah Tsogare | Nephew to Trevor Edyta

⌈Face Claim⌋
Gareki | Karneval




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⌈I look like Mom, certainly.⌋




⌈Hair Color⌋
Black | Ebony

⌈Eye Color⌋
Light Grey

⌈Skin Tone⌋
Pale

⌈Height⌋
5'4"

⌈Weight⌋
120 lbs.

⌈Physical Description⌋
Haru is almost the spitting image of his mother, from his hair color, eyes, and facial structure. Really, some don't believe that Sora is his father. He is thin, but not short on muscle mass. His hair is short and choppy, quite remminiscent of his mother, really. His eyes range on a scale from the slate grey of his mother to the amber of his father, and sometimes, they can be an odd, multi-colored pairing of this. His left eye, however, will at times display a mark, which is from one of his abilities. It's a bit like his sister's, though it is in the opposite eye, and as will be discovered, he has an opposite ability, as well.




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⌈You'd have more fun picking through Naya Nii-san's mind...then again, it might drive you insane, too.⌋




⌈Potential Interest⌋
Ryoku Minamoto: Haru is...well...a bit of a philanderer, if we're being completely honest. On top of that, Haru swings both ways, and is not afraid to let that be known. Male or female, if he likes what he sees, he tends to go after it. He may only be fifty-five, but do not let that fool you: Haru has had his share of lovers, from both genders, sometimes at the same time. Still, that does not disguise the fact that Haru has a serious crush on his cousin, Ryoku. He has no idea how to act upon said feelings, however, and as such, he stays silent.

⌈Skills
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    ★ Chess || There is just something about the game that Haru loves, and as such, he has become a master of it. He’ll play someone, or alone, it doesn’t really matter to him. He holds the school record, as no one has ever beaten him.
    ★ Harp || While Haru has an affinity for all stringed instruments, violin and piano included, his favorite is the harp. He plays it quite often, and has done many duets with Naya, especially during Christmas.
    ★ Dancing || There is not much of a quicker way into a woman’s arms that dancing, and Haru is more than adept at the skill. He can do almost any dance, most of it ballroom dancing.

⌈Abilities⌋
    ✠ Shape-Shifting || Like his father, Haru can change his form to just about anything he wants, he is not limited to that of his familiar.
    ✠ Umbrakinesis || The ability he inherited from his mother, Haru has the same amount of control over the shadows that his mother has, and in some cases, perhaps even more. Their powers peak during a full moon; this is when they are strongest, and perhaps the most deadly as well.
    ✠ Eye of the Creation || At first glance, one might think that he shares his sister's ability, however; it is something entirely different. While still a warping of space and time, instead of destroying and unmaking things, Haru can create things, repair them, and return them to the state that they were before they were damaged, or his sister unmade them. He is the first to ever have this ability, as far as anyone knows. There is, however, a darker side to this ability. Whereas his sister can erase wounds on someone who is injured by returning them to the state they were in before they were wounded, Haru can speed up the damage, worsening it, which would inevitably lead to death. He can also speed up the aging rate of the object of his gaze, effectively ending their life that much faster.




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⌈I'm an open book, really. What you see is what you get.⌋




⌈Other⌋
  • Much like his mother, Haru has a familiar with the form of a lion. His name is Kon, and while not running after his master, he tends to be sleeping. Kon often takes the form of a small black cat.
  • Also like his mother, Haru cannot take blood tablets. His body simply will not allow him to ingest them, and as such, he tends to make do with his mother or his sister, most times. He's fed off a few of his lovers from time to time, but he tries not to make that a habit.

⌈Habits
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    ☁ Flirtation || Haru will flirt with anything and everything, save for a few people. If he likes what he sees, he’ll chase it, plain and simple.
    ☁ Sketching || Haru loves to draw, and is rather good at it, too. He has numerous drawing all over his bedroom, or various things and people, most of the people being his family. Incidentally, his favorite subject matter tends to be Ryoku, though most of those drawings Haru keeps hidden away.
    ☁ Cleaning || This is a bit odd, really. Haru hates messes. Anything out of order or dirty just drives him batty, and he’ll clean it. When in another’s house or room, he’s even been known to just start moving things and arranging them so he thinks they look good. This drives his sister and Trevor up the wall to know end.




⌈Likes⌋
    ჩ No-Strings-Attached || Haru likes his relationships open and with nothing attached. He’s never actually had a steady relationship, the longest being about two months. He will not even entertain the notion of having a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Whenever one of his lovers begins talking about such things, he generally promptly leaves them. Most of the time, he doesn’t move past one-night-stands as it is.
    ჊ Cheese || Haru cannot really explain it, but he really, really, likes cheese. It is the one thing he would do just about anything for. His favorite cheese is anything sharp, mostly sharp cheddars. If you give him this, he will love you forever, and quite possibly worship the ground you walk upon.
    ჩ Fighting || While he’s no lover of war, Haru is quite fond of a good tussle from time to time, and not one between the sheets, though his extremely fond of that, too. From hand-to-hand combat to swordplay, Haru will rarely say no to the offer of a spar. More often than not, once he’s done, he’ll make his own tussling offer.

⌈Dislikes⌋
    ✘ Commitment || Haru has more of less a fear of commitment. He understands what his parents, his aunt, and his uncle have, and a part of him wants that, yet another part of him it absolutely terrified of the thought. As such, he’s never had any sort of relationship that has lasted longer than about two months.
    ✘ War || Haru holds firmly to the saying, “Make love, not war.” He hates death and pointless fighting, and will not step onto a battlefield unless he finds it absolutely necessary. As such, he much prefers to spend his time with one of him many pursuits.
    ✘ Chocolate || Easiest way to put it: Haru hates chocolate. Chocolate candy, chocolate milk, chocolate flavored things, chocolate cake, if it has chocolate in the name, he won’t touch it. It’s just a bit too sweet for his tastes.




⌈Strengths⌋
    ♩ Swordplay || Much like all of his family, really, Haru is an expert with blades. He took after his sister a bit in the way that he also uses the sheath as a weapon. His favorite sparring partner by far is Naya.
    ♩ Speed || Haru is not the strongest person, but what he lacks in strength, he makes up for in speed. Haru can be blindingly fast, even for a Pure Blood.
    ♩ Family || Haru gains a lot of strength from his family. They support him, and he appreciates this. He knows that he doesn’t have to hide who he is, and he loves this.

⌈Weaknesses⌋
    ☯ Philandering || He never carries on a relationship, and as such, he really doesn’t know what one feels like. This actually does bother him, but his fear of commitment is far greater.
    ☯ Commitment Issues || He cannot handle the thought of giving himself fully to someone purely because he is terrified to fail them. He’s afraid of losing them because he’s not strong enough to protect them. He also has not found anyone he would be willing to give himself to. Well, there is someone, but

    ☯ Farah || By far his best friend, Haru would do anything for Farah, even protect her with his life. They may not be related by blood, but he thinks of her as his little sister.




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⌈Didn't I already answer this? Come on, why ask the same question over and over?⌋




⌈Personality⌋
Out-Spoken | Flamboyant | Flirtatious | Loyal

Haru is very much his mother’s son. He knows his personality and he’s not afraid to let it be known. He’ll flirt with anything he finds attractive, and is not afraid to speak his mind. If he doesn’t like something, he’ll be against it, all the way. He is more than a little eccentric as well.

His head-strong and rambunctious ways has earned him quite the reputation around the academy. Haru is well known for his reputation of sleeping around, and also that he won’t sleep with anyone he considers a friend. He actually tries to not sleep with anyone at the academy, if only so he doesn’t have to face them again. He knows how clingy lovers can get.

Haru is more loyal than one might think, at least to his family. He would die for any and all of them, hands down. Even with his disinterest in fighting, he will do whatever he has to do to keep them safe, even the ones older than him. Over-all, Haru is a kind guy with a bit of a rebellious side, and he’s not afraid to let people know what he’s thinking.




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⌈My past is really quite boring.⌋




⌈History⌋
Haru is the youngest child, and only son, of Sora and Nicole Akarui. He was entirely planned, unlike his sisters, as Nicole wanted another child. Haru was a normal enough child, though it was quite obvious from the start that he was going to become a heartbreaker. When he reached his teens, it became apparent just what the boy was when his parents walked in on him with not one, but two others in his bed. What made it even more interesting was the fact that it was a female and a male.

His parents really didn’t seem to mind, at least not after his mother got over the initial shock. Since then, she’s given him one stipulation. So long as it does not go on under her roof, he’s welcome to as many lovers as he wants. Haru agreed to this quite readily. Since then, he’s made quite a name for himself in the Academy.

In regards to the war, Haru is there for his family, though he prefers to stay off the battlefield. He does, however, make an appearance from time to time, when it is necessary or he feels the need to fight. This is not very often, but with the war escalating, it just may be that he begins to make more and more of an appearance.




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⌈Anything else? No? Good.⌋



So begins...

Haru Akarui's Story

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Character Portrait: Ryoku Minamoto Character Portrait: Hikari Minamoto Character Portrait: Haru Akarui Character Portrait: Naya Akarui Character Portrait: Farah Tasogare Character Portrait: Eien Minamoto
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Steely violet eyes gazed out into the crowd, watching as the students interacted with each other, giggling and smiling as they walked by. Eien's face remained void of much of any emotion, just the barest flicker of irritation shining through as he glanced down to his side. Farah had latched onto his arm, her body trembling a bit as she tried to keep her composure. He couldn't blame her, not really. She was a shy creature to begin with, so being in such a large, occupied space, would do that to her. He sighed softly through his nose, shifting so that he was standing a bit more composed and not enough to disturb his sister.

Farah, on the other hand, tried her best to keep her composure. It was late Autumn, and this festival they were currently attending had caught her completely off guard. She wasn't entirely sure what to do seeing as she wasn't so good at interacting with people, often. Sure, she interacted with a few people here and there, but that was because she had to interact with them. Doing so voluntarily was a different story all together. It required her to talk to more people, and not just about homework either. With that in mind, her arm tightened a bit onto Eien's. He had always provided a sort of stability for her, and of course her sister, Hikari, who was currently missing.

Hikari had found her way to one of the booths, her eyes shining with mirth as she glanced at the objects laid out on the table. Most of them were pendants, some shaped in odd animals, others shaped into different shapes. There were three that caught her eye, and she was trying to decide which one she wanted. They were an owl, a dragon, and a tiger. The owl was carved out of an onyx gemstone, the dragon a sapphire gemstone, and the tiger a jade. They were well made, and for a moment, Hikari couldn't tell if they were real or not. She decided they were not, seeing as they were being sold at the school, but then again, they still could be. She paid for one of them and continued on her way.

Ryoku, however, was grinning from ear to ear, his arms laced behind his head as he stared out in front of him. There were so many fruits just waiting for him to take a bite out of, but he'd have his fun first. Which is why, currently, he was traveling with the two other people in his life he'd consider friends. Well, one of them was his actual family member, so he was stuck with him regardless. Not that he minded, Haru was a blast to pick on. It was interesting to see how many shades of red Haru could turn, and they all always seemed to compliment his skin tone. Well, for now, he'd just pick on the available party to him, starting with the first person he came across next.


Reiko was not exactly sure where Naya had gone off to, but she didn’t let it bother her much. Her twin was always doing something, and it was usually causing trouble. One day, Kiko was certain, it would get Naya into trouble herself. Until then
 well, most of the trouble seemed to find her instead. As now, when one of the rubber balls from a carnival game rebounded at the wrong angle from the wall it had been thrown against and sailed towards her head. Her arm snapped up automatically, and she caught it, but the problem was, she missed the fact that there was someone headed towards her with a box of darts for one of the balloon-popping games.

The collision was loud, and the darts when flying, several of them coming loose from the box and starting to rain downwards on the two now-prone people. Reiko was on her feet at once—the person carrying the box had been human, they could really hurt him. Her hands moved quickly as she caught darts in the spaces between her fingers, moving lightly over the ground to make sure she got them all, and when her hand closed over the last one, she breathed a sigh of relief, smiling down at the human with the box, who was looking at her with a slightly-dazed expression, his face red. Probably from embarrassment, poor thing. She tilted her head to the side and put the darts back in the box, helping him up with a hand about his forearm and setting the box back in his arms, then dusting off his shoulders.

“There we go,” she said gently, nodding with a brighter smile. “Everything’s fine now. Just be a bit careful, okay? Everyone’s relying on you to help make this a fun festival, and we should all try our best, right?” The human boy nodded, and Kiko’s gentle smile inched a little wider. “Good.” Stepping back, she gestured for him to go ahead past her, which he did, and she continued on her way, not really aiming to be anywhere in particular.

Nearby, but not so close as to have witnessed the incident, Tatsuhiko was wondering how it was that he was even here. Public spectacles were much more Tora’s area of expertise than his, and in all honesty, he could do without the crowds. Sighing softly, he passed a vendor of artisan jewelry and perused the wares. He was not typically one for ornamentation, but then, the pieces were very well-crafted, and unless he was mistaken, the gems were genuine. He paused, brushing his fingers lightly over the smooth surface of a sapphire dragon.

“It suits you,” said the wareseller, a middle-aged human woman, pushing her square-framed glasses up her nose. She looked at him with something akin to knowing, and for just a moment, he entertained the notion that she might understand just how poignant that statement really was. Perhaps he was reading too much into things, but he tilted his head faintly to the side.

“Perhaps,” he replied noncommittally, and she smiled.

Torahiko surveyed the festival, blinking languidly at the bright nighttime lights and the milling people. So many opportunities, so little time. It was always that, wasn’t it? A lack of time. He’d been running out of it since the day he was born. Unlike the ones beside him, who had all the time in the world, if they played their cards right. Well, he was never one to let it bother him overmuch—it was all about what he did with it, and right now, he intended to have a lot of fun. “Well, well, henchmen,” he said playfully, referencing the jocular nicknames of the men to his right and left, “what variety of mayhem shall we cause tonight?”


"Boss...I think Naya Nii-san is beating us to it." Haru pointed, and sure enough, a few rows down, one could hear -and see- a rather large commotion. Kon, the large dark lion on top of which Haru Akarui rode, as he always did, chuckled. "Haru, Naya always beats us to it. Oh look, and here comes Trevor, right on cue."

True to the familiar's word, the vampire strode right past the trio, and towards where one could see flashes of cornflower-blue hair amidst yelling and destruction. It was a bit unclear as to what exactly was going on, but as Trevor got closer, he could hear what Naya was saying. Or yelling, rather.

"What did you say, you brat?!"

"I said, a girl can't fight. That would be you, little lady."

A vein stood out in Naya's forehead. This kid was human, and probably about seventeen, from the looks of him. Little lady? Little lady? Oh...he was going to get it. He was so going to get it. "Little lady, huh? Do you have any idea who I am?"

"A girl?" He smirked down at her, dark hair falling into his eyes. He was nearly a foot taller than she was, to be sure. But that didn't mean anything, not really. Naya hissed out a breath through her teeth. She drew back a fist...

Only to have it caught by someone. Naya blinked, looking over her shoulder to see her uncle, Trevor. He was chewing on a toothpick as she glared at him. "He's not worth it, Naya." Trevor's eyes slid over to the male, who looked almost haughty. Trevor sighed through his nose. This guy was beginning to piss him off, and for someone as patient as Trevor, that was saying something. "Picking fights with people is not very smart. You never know what kind of friends they have."

He did not, however, give any of them a chance to answer as he pulled his niece away, who was glaring at him. "I would have been just fine, Trevor, he was only a human." Trevor sighed, his hand under Naya's elbow to ensure she didn't slip away from him. "Exactly, he was human, you would have killed him."

"Besides, isn't Mama Kiki always telling you not to fight, Nana-chan?" A small voice spoke up, the small white tiger landing neatly on top of Naya's head. "Shut up, Mako." Naya scowled up at her familiar, and when the three of them got back to where Tora, Ryo, and Haru were, Naya turned and punched Trevor in the jaw, sending him sprawling. "That's for helping me when I didn't need it!" She crossed her arms and then glared at Haru, who couldn't seem to stop laughing.


Ryoku laughed at his cousin's observation of Naya, the ever flamboyant Akarui child. Though he couldn't say he wasn't equal parts amused, Naya always had a certain flair about her that could draw just about any moth to her. Not that he had much to worry about, Trevor was there. Their uncle was the unfortunate soul to be tied to Naya, watching her as she rampaged through the school. His lips tilted into a faint smirk as he stared at his cousin.

"Naya, Naya, really must you torture Trevor so? He's only looking out for you," he crooned out, his smirk widening. He shook his head a bit before walking up to Haru, leaning on Kon and placing his elbow ontop of Haru's shoulder, his other hand laid at his waist. "Besides Haru-chan here is saying you are taking all the fun. That, sweetheart, is a no-no. You gotta leave some for us you know," he spoke, his smirk widening a bit.

Farah, on the other hand, had somehow managed to lose herself and separate from Eien. She shivered slightly, rubbing her arms together to provide a sense of comfort to herself. It did little to calm her nerves, however; a familiar scent came to her, and the barest flicker of a smile crossed her features. She knew who that was, and if she could find him, she'd be okay. But that was if she could find him. Though she caught and held his scent, it was quickly disappearing amongst the plethora of other scents. Eventually, she caught sight of his familiar deep, purple hair.

"Hiko-san," she called out meekly, her voice a note just above a whisper. She cringed at the softness of her own voice, and part of her silently wished she could make it stronger. She'd have to deal with it for now though, and made her way so that she was standing just a bit behind Tatsuhiko. "How are you, Hiko-san?" she questioned lightly, her nervousness ebbing away slowly. He, Eien, and Hikari, always had that affect on her, and she was grateful to have at least one of the three.

Hikari frowned, her face pulled back into one of discomfort as she stared at the fluffy penguin in front of her. She had tried everything she could think of to win the creature, and so far it was proving to be quite the evasive creature. She gritted her teeth, handing the stall vendor another coupon as she tried her hand at the toss again. She missed once, twice, the fifth time she ended up throwing the rest of the rings in a rather hazardous manner, managing to knock one of the rings off and watched as it bounced towards a person. Said person managed to catch it without much effort and steel violet eyes met vibrant mahogany.

"Eien," she addressed her brother as she watched the dark haired male toss the ring towards the bottles, watching as it spun against the glass and fell in place. She pursed her lips together, irritation evidently leaking from her eyes as the stall vendor handed the penguin to Eien. "That's not fair, E-chan," she stated, folding her arms over her chest in the process. Eien merely regarded her with the same stoic face as he glanced at the penguin, then towards his sister. Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, if that is the case, Imouto-chan, then I will take my prize elsewhere," he spoke, his voice never missing a step to the monotonous beat.


“Beating us to it does not mean beating us at it,” Tora pointed out with a grin. “Besides, the bodyguard didn’t actually let her fight anybody, so
 no points, kitten.” He shrugged with an air of mock sympathy, his smile stretching to flash teeth that still had a hint of fang, even when he was perfectly at ease. Perhaps it was better to say that he was never completely at ease. Tora was always ready for a fight, even when he seemed most relaxed. It was in his nature, like kindness was in the natures of some other people.

Of course, the little white tiger cub jumped onto her head at that point, and his expression changed slightly, though what exactly was different about it would be hard to say. “Hey, little Mayhem! Looks like we have all the tricksters in a row today. I say we take advantage.” As good as his word, Tora winked a bright green eye at Naya and headed into the crowd. The best kind of chaos required a surprising amount of planning beforehand. Kind of like dominoes. You could tip over a few if you wanted, but it was much more effective if they were all lined up the right way, first.

The soft voice halted Tatsu’s movement, and a small smile flickered over his face. He turned to face the snow-haired girl, inclining his torso in a slight bow. It was certainly polite, but not overly formal, exactly. He was polite to Farah because he did not know how to be kind, and she deserved at least that much. “Good evening, Farah,” he said gently, watching as her expression shifted from one of obvious discomfort into something a little steadier. The girl was an open book in many ways, but he’d never use it against her if he could avoid it.

He wondered for a moment why she was here, as if he recalled correctly, she liked crowds no more than he did, but perhaps she had come with her family—many of whom he could presently smell, but none of whom he could see. “I hope you are well?” It was inflected as a question, an indirect way of asking if there was anything he could be doing to help her. He could smell cooking food, and tilted his head slightly to the side. “Have you yet eaten?” It was as much an idea as anything, after all.

Kiko, having caught the scent of two of her favorite relatives, was only just rounding a corner as Eien moved to take his leave, and inadvertently ran smack into him, rebounding off the much more sturdy form of her cousin and landing hard on her rear. It didn’t hurt, but it was certainly embarrassing. Reiko sighed, her face coloring to a pinkish shade. She really was unlucky. “Oh dear,” she said, picking herself back up off the ground and dusting off her clothes. “I’m sorry, Eien. I was coming to see both of you—I did not expect to succeed so
 soon.” She cracked a small, very sheepish smile.


Naya made an odd little grunting sound as she stalked off after Tora. He at least knew how to have fun. Preferably the kind where she was not called "little lady". She hated that almost as much as her mother hated being called "princess". There was a wry little smile on her face though, watching her brother and her cousin. They were made for each other, really. If only Haru would open his eyes and see it. Or confess, rather, Naya was well aware of her little brother's affections. She shook her head slightly.

"So I don't get any points for clocking Trevs, either? No fair..."

Haru, on the other hand, had somehow managed to not overly blush, and keep his composure, when Ryoku came over. He was not, however, able to stop his heart from slamming into his ribcage. He really needed to get his head out of the clouds. He leaned backwards slightly, watching as Naya and Tora stalked off through the crowd. He looked back at his cousin. "Ro-chan, they're leaving without us."

Trevor sighed, watching as Naya left, shaking his head slowly. Well, he was now certain of two things: one, if Naya was with Tora, he at least didn't have to worry overmuch about her being in danger. And two: there would be absolutely no stopping her. With that in mind, he turned, waving at his nephew, perfectly content to leave them. He needed a shower.

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Ryoku chuckled slightly at his cousin, watching as Tora and Naya took off towards the crowd and Trevor made his way to leave. Drags, really, but he couldn't blame them really. He turned towards Haru, his arm still resting on his cousin's shoulder as he tapped his chin in a thoughtful manner. "So it seems, Ru-chan," he spoke, removing his arm finally and shrugging his shoulders in the process. "But then again, I think there is a few things we can cook up ourselves," he stated, his smile morphing into a smirk.

Haru looked sideways at his cousin, Kon shifting underneath him. Haru smiled slightly. "Oh? Then what mayhem shall we cause, cousin of mine? I think Boss and Nii-san will have the festival well covered, we should probably head elsewhere." He had a feeling that they would probably both end up taking someone home, they usually did. Haru normally ended up with at least two, as a matter of fact. A slight smirk ran over his face, last week it had been twins. That had been interesting.

Ryoku tapped his chin in a thoughtful manner as he contemplated Haru's question. He was right about one thing, Naya and Tora would more than likely be off destroying things. Not that he cared, he'd leave the demolition to the demolition experts. They were more adept at it than he was, and his forte was more of the seduction type to begin with. He'd probably go and break a few hearts, steal a few hearts just to break those, and then perhaps take an innocent heart and play with it for a bit, however; he'd never go too far with those types. They reminded him too much of his youngest sister, Farah. And though he loved her, he wouldn't do that. Not that he couldn't, but he wouldn't. Instead, a smirk pulled at his lips as he turned towards Haru.

"Well, we could follow after Naya and the Boss, or we could do something a little more...productive," he spoke, whispering out the last word so close to Haru's ear that his breath rolled over the Akarui's ear. He was tempted to nip at it, however; he refrained from doing so and pulled back, crossing his arms across his chest as he smirked at his cousin. There were a lot of things they could do, but Ryoku was more interested in seeing his cousin's reaction and just how far he could go with them.


Haru raised an eyebrow, a light smirk playing across his face as he regarded his cousin. That was not to say he hadn't been affected, as he had. Electricity was thrumming through his veins at that moment, as well as a rather strong desire to pull Ryoku back to him, but he also had been keeping a lid on said feelings for a while now, so he'd at least had plenty of practice. Even so, participation in the playful banter, and perhaps what may follow, certainly was an option.

"You seem quite sure of yourself, Ro-chan. Care to prove it?"


Ryoku rose a brow, a smirk pulling at his lips in the process. He tilted his head to the side, tapping his chin in a thoughtful manner as he gave Haru's question some thought. "Is that a challenge I hear? Because you know exactly how I prove myself to others," he countered, his smirk pulling wider in the process. "Or is that an invitation? Because frankly, I'm fine with either one, though the invitation sounds a little more appealing," he continued, popping his knuckles in the process.

Haru raised a teasing brow, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. Well, there were quite a few different ways to take this, and Haru had always wondered...feelings aside, he'd certainly never say no to a tumble with his cousin, there were very few people in this world that he'd say no to, his sisters and Farah being three of them.

That being said, Haru leaned forward, sliding his arms around his cousin's shoulders, exhaling over his neck before his tongue flicked out, covering over the sensitive strip of skin between the jaw and ear. "It can mean whatever you want it to, Ro-chan..." He purred, his eyes melting into pools of liquid silver. "So the question is, what do you want it to mean?"


"Is that so?" he stated, shivering lightly when Haru's tongue slipped in between his jaw and ear. His smirk widened slightly, turning his head so that their faces were merely inches a part. "What if I want it to mean something more?" he responded, his voice dark and husky as he inched closer so that their noses were merely a hairsbreadth apart. His eyes glazed over a brief vermilion color before he closed the rest of the distance between them, his lips finding the corners of Haru's in the process. It was a chaste kiss, or about as chaste as it could be coming from Ryoku. Of course, he was merely teasing when he spoke those words, however; there was something a bit more meaningful to him.

He had always been aware of his own feelings for his cousin, however; he was unsure of how Haru would react to it if he told him. Haru was just like himself, and it was that similarity that had caused him to hesitate in telling him. Not that he was afraid or anything, he just didn't want to make a fool of himself for confessing to something he knew would more than likely be one-sided to begin with. That was his reasoning, and that was what he was going to stick with. Instead, he pulled away, licking the bottom of Haru's lip before pulling all the way back and a glimmer shining behind his eyes. "But that will have to do instead."


Haru smirked slightly, running his tongue over his bottom lip. He closed one eye, as if contemplating something before making a softing humming noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head slightly. "Oh my...that won't do at all, Cousin. I thought you were better than that at this." He smiled wickedly before all but latching onto the other male, eliminating the space between them.

This time, the kiss was anything but chaste, the amount of heat transferred between the two rather obvious. Kon shook out his mane, trotting off into the crowd. He knew when he wasn't wanted. "Surely you can thrill me more than this, Ro-chan." No, this would most certainly not have to do, not if he had anything to say about it.


Ryoku rose an eyebrow at his cousin, watching as Haru licked his bottom lip before allowing his smirk to morph into a wicked grin. Haru's words only managed to make Ryoku's grin turn to something a bit dark. He did not protest when Haru latched back onto him, his kiss a bit different, more demanding, more heated. Ryoku was only obliged to return the favor, turning his full attention on Haru, and almost frowned when Haru pulled back. His smirk still remained upon his face when Haru spoke again. He tapped his chin in a thoughtful manner, as if contemplating carefully his next choice of words.

"Well, if you are that insistent, there is a rather comfy spot behind those bushes if you are so inclined," he spoke, the glimmer never leaving his eyes.


It was probably pretty stupid, and completely against his character really, but for the moment, Haru was disinclined to care. He had his set of morals, however jaded and warped they may be, for a reason. Sex tended to make things messy in the feelings department, and Haru was already quite certain about his feelings regarding Ryoku. Even so, he'd come this far; he wouldn't be the one to back out now. That grin never left his face as he leaned back in, nipping at the side of Ryoku's neck.

"Hm....thrill me, Ryoku."




Saying that it had been good might well be the understatement of his life. It had been great, and what was worse, Haru wanted more. Of what, exactly, he couldn't really name. He just knew that the fine line he was dancing on was dangerous. Maybe it was his mother in him, but he was still rather disinclined to care.

He propped himself up on an elbow, looking over at his cousin with a contemplative look. "We should do this more often."

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For once, Reiko wasn’t in the library. In fact, she was waiting at the gates of the Academy, dressed casually in a long-sleeved shirt, skirt, dark leggings and boots, accounting a little for the winter weather but not actually bothered by it. She supposed it was not long until the holidays, though it wasn’t really something that her family bothered with much one way or another. Still, they might take a trip this year—she honestly didn’t have much of a preference on the matter. She turned another page in her book, only to smell her siblings approaching. Marking her place carefully, she tucked the book into her messenger bag, and her face assumed a small smile.

The Akarui siblings made a point of getting off-campus every once in a while, once a month at least. This usually involved, as it would today, going out into the nearby town and just having a day for the three of them. Reiko always looked forward to it, because while she and her siblings were very different people, she loved them too dearly for words, and considered any time she had with them precious. Even if Naya had nearly killed her more times than she could properly remember and even if she’d accidentally walked in on Haru and a pair of lovers one time, prompting their mother to make the ‘not-under-our-roof’ rule. She attributed both of these things more to her own bad luck than anything, and for someone so hung up on fairy-story happy endings, she was very supportive of her brother in whatever he wanted for his life, even if she did know more about his feelings for Ryo (and Ryo’s feelings for Haru) than anyone would ever give her credit for.

These things—loving and accepting people for who and how they were while still trying to help them be their very best selves—were what the love of a family was about. So when her siblings arrived, Reiko smiled wider, and just barely managed to avoid stabbing herself on the wrought iron of the school gate. This, however, only made her shake her head. She was used to it. “So, where to today, guys?” She asked brightly, taking one of Naya’s hands in her left and one of Haru’s in her right. Sometimes, Reiko was definitely the oldest sister. Other times, one would guess she was the youngest, and this was such a moment, perhaps.


Naya was in a rather simple outfit, a plain white hoodie jacket and a short denim skirt, though perhaps what really seemed off about the outfit were her shoes. Black converse, but unlike most, they reached all the way up to her knees, laces and all. She loved those shoes, really. She was wearing black leggings as well. Haru simply had a pair of khaki shorts and an orange short-sleeved hoodie on. He grinned at Reiko, easily taking her hand. He may be the youngest, but he never really felt like it. He loved his sisters, honestly, though there was something almost...endearing about his oldest sister's habits at times. He had a silly little smile on his face, and shrugged.

"Well, I think a new bookstore opened up in town. We could go there, and of course we have to get Nana her chocolate ice cream topped with pickles. You know she'll complain about it if she doesn't get it."

Naya looked around her sister to stick her tongue out at Haru. "Shut up, Ha-chan." Haru chuckled. "So, managed to escape from fate's little game of chasing you around today, Rei-rei?"


Since they had a destination in mind now, Reiko started walking, paying careful attention to where she was placing her feet so that she didn’t step in a hole in the road or something. It would be just her luck, but she didn’t want to drag her siblings with her if she fell. She might be used to the accidents, but Naya and Haru generally went through life without her level of mishap, and so naturally, they weren’t as used to it all as Reiko had become. She didn’t want them to be, either. While it was probably funny most of the time, and she’d learned to take it in stride, it could be really unpleasant sometimes, too.

“Well, maybe a little, but honestly probably not,” Reiko admitted. They’d reached the town without major incident, but there were more distractions here, and she was more likely to mess something up and cause a disaster. The idea of a new bookstore was almost too enticing to pass up, but she tugged her brother and sister towards the ice cream parlor first. By now, the owner of the place knew Naya’s strange order by heart and greeted all of them warmly. Apparently, his grandfather had used to tell stories of a woman who ordered exactly the same thing, except sometimes with cheese. The comment, made once a few years ago, had made Reiko laugh. Likely, the owner’s grandfather had served their mother during one of her pregnancies.

Reiko herself ordered a chocolate-strawberry swirl flavor, and sat down at one of the tables in front of the window. She thought it might snow soon, the way the weather was going. She loved the snow—there was something almost magical about it, even if it was just frozen water. She tried not to let knowing a lot of science diminish her sense of magic. Where was the fun in that, after all?


Naya bit into her ice cream with a satisfying crunch, Haru sitting across from her with a bowlful of orange creme. She smirked over at her brother, who leveled his gaze at her but waited until she spoke. "So...is there a reason that I can smell Ryo-chan all over you, Ha-chan?"

Haru rolled his eyes at his sister. "That really is none of your business, Nana. What about you? Bossman's scent is still lingering on you." He smiled, satisfied when he saw Naya turn a rather interesting shade of pink. So it was true then, Naya did have a crush on Torahiko. How interesting.


Kiko fought not to giggle at the precision shots exchanged between her brother and sister. She had noticed both of these things as well of course, but she was generally not one to bring them up until it looked like they might want or need some advice on the matter. She doubted that either of them was so inclined at the moment, so she constrained her mirth to a light smile and tapped Haru across the knuckles with the back of her spoon. “Be nice, Ruru,” she said with a light—joking—note of chiding to her tone. “Nana has never had a crush on a boy before. It’s a delicate situation.” The way she raised one of her eyebrows at him, however, suggested that she knew quite well that actually, the more delicate situation was the one her silly little brother had managed to get himself into, because there were much deeper feelings involved in that one than a simple crush.

For all that Reiko didn’t know about sex and intimacy, she managed to know an awful lot about crushes, love, and the sometimes-terrifying, sometimes-exhilarating, range of feelings in between. Where she had come across this knowledge, she had never given even the faintest hint, but most assumed it was from books somewhere. And why not? Most of the things she knew came from books. It didn’t mean she knew less well than someone with a wealth of experience, as she’d proven on more than one occasion, like when Naya had caused the school’s lawn sprinkler system to go haywire and drench everyone. Reiko had been able to fix it without a problem, though she’d been soaking wet afterwards. That was just her luck, though.


Naya chuckled, turning her bright amber eyes on her sister. She had a sly smile on her face as she did so, as if she knew a secret that no one else did. Maybe she did, but really, it was more or less her usual look. "So Kiko...what about you? Ha-chan and I have our relationship problems -Shut up, Ha- but we can't be the only ones, right? Surely you've got your eye on someone, rather than your knights in shining armor you're so fond of reading about." Haru's eyebrows rose, and shut his mouth. He was actually a bit interested to see what his eldest sister would say.

The ploy was so obvious that clever Kiko saw it coming from a mile away. In fact, she’d known the conversation would eventually turn this way since they’d started pestering each other on the same topic. She loved her siblings, but they were hardly subtle. Reiko was not one to lie, especially not to family, but she was subtle, and could easily manipulate the truth so that everything she said would conform to it and her secret would remain just that—secret. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust them
 well, actually it kind of was. She had faith that Haru wouldn’t tell her secret on accident, and most likely not on purpose, but
 Naya didn’t have much in the way of a filter. It was one of her charms.

“No, nothing like that,” she said, shaking her head and smiling gently. And it was true—her issues weren’t really like theirs at all. Eien wasn’t actively pursuing her as Torahiko was Naya, and they certainly were not
 involved the way Ryoku and Haru were. The very thought was almost too much, really. She was just his cousin. “I suppose I’m still waiting—and there’s nothing wrong with a knight in shining armor
 as long as he remembers that the lady can save herself just fine, most of the time.” She didn’t let on that the knight she was still waiting for had a name, and definitely not that she suspected she’d never stop waiting. That she’d already all but given up. It wasn’t the sort of thing for light discussion over ice cream.


Naya sighed. "You're no fun, Kiko. That's boring." Haru only shook his head with a smile, and then stood up. "Come on, we've got a book store to burn through. And no, Nana, you can't actually burn it down."

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Haru absentmindedly twirled the thick steel needle back and forth between his index finger and thumb. His left arm was behind his head, Ryoku asleep next to him. It had been almost two and a half months since their first escapade, and they had actually found themselves in one another's embrace more often than someone else's. Haru wasn't overly surprised, it was good sex, and about as addicting as a drug, really. It didn't matter how dangerous it got, at this point Haru wasn't sure he could stop if his life depended on it, regardless of how he felt about Ryo. He was addicted to this man.

It was almost enough for him to confess what he felt, but something held him back still. Haru had come to accept what he was, and what he did. Someone like him didn't really belong in a long-term relationship; things always ended up getting messy. Inevitably, Haru got bored. While he was fairly certain he was never going to get bored with Ryo, he was uncertain of the Minamoto's feelings on the subject, so he kept his mouth shut. But there were a great many other things he could talk to him about.

Like the favor he wanted to ask. Haru rolled, laying his upper body across Ryo's bare chest, nudging him in the process. "Hey, Ro-chan. Wake up." He grinned slightly as the male stirred, and held up the needle. "Wanna do me a favor?" After that, he stuck his tongue out, making it rather clear just what exactly he was asking; the steel needle really was only used for one thing, and it was decidedly not for sewing.


Ryoku lay, a content smile on his face as his chest gently rose with each breath he took. As of late, he had found himself more and more in the company of his cousin, Haru, than he had any other student, and he couldn't have cared less. He genuinely enjoyed being with Haru, more-so than any other person he'd ever been with. He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he rolled to his side, keeping his eyes closed even after he heard Haru speaking to him. He let something of a whine and groan escape his lips as he cracked one eye open.

"Don't you know I'm not a morning person?" he stated, though it was already almost noon. He opened the other eye in time to see Haru stick his tongue out, holding out the needle for him to take. Ryoku took the object, stared at his cousin, and allowed a smirk to cross his features. He leaned in close, as if he were about to grab the tongue his cousin held out, however; he closed the distance between them, grabbing Haru's tongue and sliding his over it before pulling back. "I can think of other uses for that tongue of yours, but if this is what you want, then alright," he spoke.

He grabbed Haru's tongue, gently, and grabbed the needle and piercing that would need to be applied quickly. The moment his tongue was pierced, Haru's healing factor would kick in and heal it. In order for his tongue to be pierced, Ryoku would need to leave the needle in and slide it out as the piercing was pushed in. With that in mind, Ryoku pierced Haru's tongue as quickly as he could, sliding the needle out and putting the piercing in as fast as his natural speed allowed him to. "Well then, you might want to keep your tongue to yourself for awhile, and I suggest not mentioning it to Aunt Nicole. She...might not be the biggest fan, but," he drawled out, leaning close to Haru's face in the process and smirked.

"I like it."


It was a bit of an odd feeling, having a cold piece of metal sliding through your tongue, but it was also a rather erotic feeling. Haru didn't even flinch when Ryo pushed the needle through; growing up with a mother like Nicole, who made sure all three of ther children could shrug off the effect of her blood manipulation, you knew what pain felt like, and this was certainly not it. There was something just...utterly horrific about having your own blood move without your consent, bending to another's will.

He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, testing the new object as the last bits of his blood vanished and the piercing slowly healed. He grinned then; he liked it, too. As for his mother, well...he shrugged slightly. "Mom will juth have to get over it. Ath for what I can do with thith tongue..." He slid his leg across Ryo's waist and straddled him, bracing himself with his hands on his chest before leaning down.

He kissed him then, though it was quite a bit more gentle than he was used to, and it would have to be for a few days, unfortunately. Even so, the feeling of another tongue on the metal in his mouth combined with his own blood was...well, it was more than enough to get him going. He pulled back slightly, that dangerous grin on his face. "I had a feeling I wath going to like thith, but I think I undereth-timated juth how muth."


Ryoku rose an amused brow, watching as Haru straddled his waist, and placed his hands on the back of his head. He smirked against Haru's mouth when he leaned down and claimed his lips, and for a moment, let a content sigh pass through his nose before Haru pulled back. His smirk remained in place as he rolled his eyes at Haru's explanation. Nicole could be frightening (probably not so much as his father) when she wanted to be, and her ability only heightened that fear. Of course, thanks to the nullification he inherited from his mother, he didn't have to worry about that. But Haru didn't have what he had.

"It's your funeral," he replied with a careless note laced in his voice. His smirk widened to a grin before he flipped Haru over, pinning Haru beneath him and allowed his face to lean closer, his nose barely grazing against Haru's. "So, I guess I should take advantage of the time you have left to live," he stated, moving his head to the side of Haru's neck and trailed his tongue over it, nipping softly at the tender skin in the process. "So what does Haru want to do for the remaining time he has?"


Haru looked a bit surprised when Ryo flipped him over, however; he wasn't really surprised. It was simply how it worked between them. Haru smiled, shuddering when he felt the other man's tongue on his throat. His eyes slipped closed, looping his arms around Ryo's neck. He had been about to answer when his body went rigid, a particular scent hitting his nose, and his eyes snapped open, a glaringly furious shade of crimson. A growl escaped him as he let go of Ryoku, the shadows swallowing him. No one touched his sister and got away with it, he didn't care who it was. He reappeared outside of the academy, taking off in the direction he could smell Naya.

It was a gruesome scene. It also didn't take him long to figure out what had happened, at least with Farah. Under a full moon, she couldn't control it, and Naya had either not left or been too close and unaware. Haru gritt his teeth, but was slightly confused. The night was far from over, so why was Farah in her human form?

"Haru...?"

Her voice snapped him back into reality, and Haru was at his sister's side in an instant. He shrugged out of his shirt, laying it over Farah for now. He could smell Ryo not far; he could take care of his step-sister when he arrived. "Hey." he said softly, his eyes narrowing at her eye. For a second he wondered if she shared his ability, but no. The mark was different, and in her opposite eye. They locked eyes, and he felt it.

Something in his chest constricted, making it hard for him to breathe; it was very strange, it was as if he could feel himself...getting younger, and not in a good way, either. So Haru did the only think he could think of, and activated his left eye. He felt the pressure relieve in his chest, but the two powers were deadlocked; you could actually see time and space beginning to warp between them. Haru frowned. It would seem as if Naya's ability was the opposite of his; when they mereged, it caused instability in the fabric of time and space, and that was dangerous.

"Naya, you have to shut it off. Concentrate, let it slip away. I can't keep this up forever, and neither can you."

Naya looked scared. She didn't know what he was talking about, and she didn't know what to do. Her head felt like it was going to split, and that strange look of the air between them, she didn't like. She shut her eyes, burying her face in her hands. Haru pulled at them, forcing her to look up at him, but in the end, he let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"Hey, it's alright, Nana..."


Ryoku felt it the moment Haru's body went rigid beneath him, and his eyes snapped towards the window. That scent, those scents. He knew them, and he cursed beneath his breath when Haru left. He knew how protective of Naya he was, and that alone would cloud his judgement slightly. That sent a low growl down Ryoku's throat as he jumped out the window, applying the speed gifted to him at birth. He arrived at the scene to spot Naya and Haru seemingly caught in a stare off, and he glanced around and spotted Farah laying on the ground, Haru's jacket covering her form. He sighed softly through his nose as he walked to her side.

"I'm sorry, Far, for not being here when you needed it," he spoke gently, caressing her cheek softly and moving her snow white forelock to the side. He removed his outer shirt, since it was a bit larger and could cover more, and placed it over her, wrapping her up in it and carrying her in his arms. He glanced at Haru and Naya, watching the scene unfold. It seems Naya tapped into a similar ability as Haru's, and she couldn't control it. "I'm taking Farah back, take care of your sister," Ryoku stated in a calm tone. This night was going to be a long one, he could feel it.

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It was midwinter by the time things really went to Hell, as Torahiko so elegantly put it. Tatsu and his brother were taking a circuitous walk of the grounds, talking business for once. Tora was of course bored out of his mind, but even he recognized that they were beholden to the Council, the bastards. Well, it didn’t matter much to him. All it meant was that he sometimes had to kill shit, or gather information, both of which he enjoyed anyway. Otherwise, they let him do pretty much whatever he wanted nowadays. His time was limited anyhow—he didn’t see the point in spending the life he had left fighting a leash he didn’t even notice most days.

He zoned back into the conversation just as Tatsu finished speaking, and had turned to glance up at his taller brother from the corner of his eye. Tora shrugged. “Whatever.” it was pretty decent as far as catch all replies went, but he’d apparently picked the wrong one for the situation, because Tatsu sighed.

“Do you ever listen when I speak, or is it simply an exercise in futility to even make the attempt?” Tora snorted slightly, shaking his head and disheveling his shaggy caramel hair even further.

“Wasn’t you talking, Tatsu. It was Councilman Walsh, and you know that as well as I do.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and watched his bother sigh again, this time a resigned one through his nose. It was funny—most people found his brother very inexpressive, like trying to read a blank wall, but Tora knew better. It was just that Tatsu said a lot with a little. Unlike him, who said a little with a lot, being very boisterous but rarely ever giving anything away for truth. They were opposites in just about every sense, but they knew each other better than anyone else ever had or would, probably. Tora at least knew for sure that nobody would ever know him as well as his brother did—there just wouldn’t be enough time. But maybe, one day, after he was gone, someone might know Tatsu better.

The thought didn’t sit well with him, actually, but it, and whatever Tatsuhiko was about to say in response, was cut off when both brothers went still at the same time. Tora did because he smelled something wrong, and Tatsu because he was just that attuned to his brother that he could tell that something had disturbed Tora’s superior nose. Within a few seconds, the Ghost could smell it just as well as the Huntsman, but neither knew what it was. It triggered something in them, though, like a long-suppressed combat instinct. They’d been rather at ease the moment before, but now each was coiled and tense as a taut bowstring ready to snap, something under their skin live and waking, like crackling electricity and roaring flame in their ears.

“Tora
?” his brother started, and the man grinned broadly. He’d never felt this kind of adrenaline rush before, but he didn't need to question it. His instinct, visceral and feral and raw, was demanding a fight, and he wasn’t one to deny his instinct, not in any facet of his life.

“Oh, Hell yes,” he replied, and then the spring-loaded tension was released in both of them, and they were off with speed in excess of bullets for where they smelled the disturbance.

It was closer to campus than they’d expected, but that didn’t really bother Tora any. Each brother drew the blade at his waist, and they charged forward together for the nearest foe, a large, muscle-bound creature with strange green skin and yellowed tusks protruding from its lower jaw, curling up and around towards the sky. They might have been a foot long in total, and the creature was twice again the height of even Tora. It also wasn’t alone—there were at least five in the area, most of them very close by.

It was almost too good to be true. Tora continued his straight-on bull rush, even as Tatsu veered off to the side. While the brothers could fight in concert, there was currently nobody else here, and as such, Tatsu diverted to engage the nearest other foe, a red-skinned creature with black tusks that otherwise looked very much like this one. Tora’s own enemy surprised him by being quite quick, turning what would have been a fatal stab to the chest into a merely damaging one to the left lung. He pulled his blade out immediately, unsurprised when the wound began to close up almost immediately. This was going to be fun.


Hikari sighed, rolling her eyes as Ryoku smirked. He had challenged Eien to a staring contest, one the elder Minamoto had no desire of participating in, however; he was currently deadlocked with his younger brother. Ryoku had resorted to making faces at Eien, trying to get him to blink, however; he only succeeded in making himself blink, Eien's face still passive. Ryoku sighed in defeat and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head in the process. His brother really was no fun. Even as a child, Ryoku did everything he could to just get a peep out of Eien, but to of no avail.

"Really, E, you should learn to relax and loosen up," he spoke, his voice deadpan and neutral, mocking Eien's usual monotonous voice. Eien merely stared at Ryoku, taking a sip of his drink before turning his attention out the window. Something felt unsettling in his stomach, and he couldn't quite understand why. Ryoku rose a brow at the lack of response he received, and turned his attention towards Hikari, about to remark something to her when he noticed the look upon her face. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes narrowed, and he could see the chills crawling on her skin, the goosebumps forming before he turned back to Eien.

"Something is not right," were the only words Eien spoke before he stood, setting his cup down and walking calmly out of the door. Hikari was immediately up, following after Eien as Ryoku sighed. He couldn't smell anything, however; he would trust his brother's instincts. They were a lot sharper than his. It wasn't until the three of them hit the outside, that a foul stench entered their noses, and Ryoku and Hikari twisted their faces. Eien's remained neutral, his head snapped in the same direction the scents were coming from. He could smell Tatsuhiko and Torahiko in the nearby vicinity, probably also investigating, however; there was a scent of blood lingering in the air. They were currently engaged in battle with whatever was producing the foul odors.

Immediately, all three Minamoto's were off, applying their speed towards the nearest scent. The sight they were met with was rather...unexpected. There were two, rather large, and oddly shaped, creatures standing oddly towards the side. They had never seen such things before, and for a moment, all three stood, gauging their foes as the oni turned to face them. Hikari's face morphed into one of disgust as she noticed the large tusks protruding from their mouths. "What are they?" she questioned, a growl emanating from her throat. Eien side glanced his sister as Ryoku shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever they are, they sure are ugly," Ryoku spoke, a grin forming on his lips. The larger of the two oni, growled towards the three, turning so that it was fully facing them. The other one, the one with the darker shade of skin, remained with its back towards them, seemingly occupied with something else. "Oh? Did I hurt your feelings?" he continued to mock the creature, earning a low growl from the oni. He smirked, allowing it to pull at his lips before it turned into a grin. It's been a while since he last had a good fight, and judging by the creatures size, he'd be in for one hell of a fight.

"Ryoku," Eien spoke, his voice, for once, dangerous and low. Ryoku rose a brow at his brother. "You do not know what these creatures are. Do not go picking a fight without determining exactly what your opponent is capable of," he spoke, standing still as he glanced at the oni with its back still facing towards them. Ryoku gave a careless shrug of his shoulders. Why should he be careful? Even if they did not know what the creatures were, there were three members of the Minamoto family present. They would be more than enough.

"Don't get cocky, Ryo," Hikari spoke, however; the moment she did, the oni attacked. Ryoku ran to intercept it, ducking as its claws swiped at him. Eien sighed, his eyes never leaving the other oni. Something seemed off about it, however; he did not move to help his brother or sister with their opponent. They could handle themselves. He noted a slight muscle movement in the oni, watching as it slowly stood and turned to face him. The two stared at each other, almost as if they were waging a silent war within. Without much more thought, Eien was immediately engaged with his silent oni.


There was one oni currently not engaged with any opponent, the creature seemingly staring off into space, however, it was brought back ot the battlefield by a sound. Specifically, laughter. Bright, bubbly, maniacal laughter, to be certain. No one ever really quite understood just why Naya enjoyed fighting so much, but if you knew her mother, it made a bit more sense.

The blue-haired Akarui female could be seen racing across the battlefield, sword in hand and a maniacal gleam in her eye, her little brother right with her. Trevor, on the other hand, kept his distance; he was not one for much close-range fighting, he could cover them -all of them- from a distance. Naya may not have been overly strong, but she was quick, and she dodged a swipe from the oni's large hand, and landed lightly on his shoulder, impaling his eye with her blade. She frowned then for a second; even pushing through his eye was difficult, the oni was incredibly resiliant. She had to let go of her blade and jump backwards, she would have been caught if she hadn't. Haru, on the other hand, was standing back a ways, attacking with his shadows.

For the most part, he was using them as distractions, using his eye to speed up the process of the creature's wounds his sister inflicted. The oni grasped at the stick in his eye; it was an incredible annoyance, and he wanted it out. Naya was grinning madly as she landed next to her brother, whose face was a bit more passive. "Cool it, Nana...you're going to get yourself killed." he cautioned, whereas his sister merely grinned.


Torahiko, like his brother, was a being engineered by the best scientists in the world for exactly one purpose: to kill. Unlike Tatsu, he had never really minded this. But even for him, this was a surprising challenge. He was strong enough to deal substantial wounds to the creature, but its healing factor was simply insane—he’d sliced an arm clean off a few moments ago, and the stump was already sealing over, the limb showing signs of regrowing. In another thirty seconds or so, it would have a brand new arm. Tora’s eyes narrowed—this wasn’t anything he was used to hunting. It was far and away superior to a Hunter werewolf, and he was willing to bet even most vampires would have serious trouble doing any lasting damage to it.

Fortunately for Tora, he was neither of these things, and the prospect of a challenge only made him that much happier. He was aware of others arriving and dispersing, and in fact recognized all of the scents, but he was far too busy with what he was doing to much care. The only other person on the field he bothered to keep much track of was Tatsuhiko, and that was actually impossible, given his brother’s abilities. So Tora narrowed his world until all that was in it was him and the large creature he fought, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a feral smile that was as much a snarl as anything. The deep green of his eyes flashed gold for just a moment before the color settled and he leaped away from a hit, just missing becoming a part of a massive crater in the ground created by the impact of the thing’s fist.

Darting in, Tora took advantage of the still-missing limb to slide in under the creature’s guard, laying a hand on its side and moving away as the psychometric readings bombarded him with information. He was used to sorting through information like this on the fly, and though it was too much focus to attack and sift at the same time, he could defend, and when next the massive fist came at him, he blocked it with one of his own hands, the pressure of the hit sinking his feet several inches into the ground. “Oh good,” he drawled lazily, sounding somehow like a large cat even now. “I was getting so bored. You just might entertain me for a while
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A particular tidbit of information crossed his mind, and the smile almost fell off his face for a moment. The Council had sent these things? He saw their purpose and snorted. Well, he didn’t care. They hadn’t told him they were doing this, so as far as he was concerned, he’d never discovered the plan and still got to kill it. He’d just
 not tell Tatsu until the fight was over and the oni, which was apparently what these things were called, was dead. He could still feel that curiously-charged adrenaline under his skin, different from the kind a normal fight gave him, like an instinct tugging at the back of his mind that had never been triggered before. It wasn’t like it really mattered—he would have killed the creature either way. But the fact that some buried visceral response was urging him to do so was interesting, if not quite yet. He’d think about it later.

Darting in much faster than someone of his size had any right to move, he flayed several massive gashes in the creature’s chest, satisfied when they healed somewhat slower than the first ones he’d dealt. It would appear that this would come down to a question of endurance.

And nobody beat Tora at endurance.

Tatsuhiko’s battle looked much different from his brother’s. While Tora was well-known for being the aggressor in a fight, Tatsu was not currently displaying the same tendency. Actually, he wasn’t attacking at all, simply moving and flowing around the attacks leveled against him with unmatched speed and precision. These were the traits that had been trained into him for a hundred years, after all, and they were his primary strengths in such situations as these, perhaps. Without the benefit of psychometry to impart what he needed to know, Tatsu had to make a study of the creature, to memorize everything about it that he could, his considerable intellect and capacity for such recall working quickly to calculate what it was about to do, aided by his perfect precognition for a few seconds. He was effectively untouchable, but that was not the same as being the victor, not yet.

He seemed to flicker and disappear from view, and indeed, even his smell vanished from the field, as though he’d never been there at all. The hit that had been aimed for him passed right through the spot where he’d been standing, but Tatsu was already behind the creature, watching as it raised its head and sniffed at the air, trying to find where he had gone when its eyes and ears revealed nothing to it. His would not be a battle of endurance—rather, he would operate as he always had: strike first, strike fast, strike last. All he needed to do was find the right opening


Reiko Akarui had actually been off-campus when the oni first appeared, and as such, it had taken considerably longer for the scent of them to make it to where she was in the town. Even when it did, it was quite faint, and she almost thought she must have imagined it. But it triggered something, a memory not her own, and she gasped sharply, dropping the books she was holding and doubling over, hugging herself around the abdomen as though struggling to keep her flesh together at the seams. And she felt like she had seams, now, and that she was about to burst at them. Her blood was on fire, burning at such a fever pitch it was almost painful to bear. And for someone with as high a tolerance as her, that was really saying something.

She didn’t know what it meant, but she knew she’d find out if she tracked that scent. And so she fled towards it, walking swiftly for just long enough to make it past all the humans in the area before breaking into a run. The burning in her bloodstream pushed her faster than she’d ever had reason to go, until she was nearly flying over the ground, the landscape blurring by around her. She pulled to an abrupt halt when she smelled her family members near odors similar to the first one, and hesitated.

That hesitation was enough, and the owner of the original smell was able to get a hit in on her. Faster than its kin, it was also more subtle, and its yellowed claws raked against her back, tearing easily through the fabric of the handmade dress she wore and leaving her flesh sliced to ribbons. A startled cry escaped her, and the smell of her blood hit the air in a sudden gush. The wounds started healing right away—one of the benefits of having a factor as strong as hers. She whirled to face the creature, barehanded and bereft of anything even resembling a weapon, because she hadn’t been about to bring one into town.

There was a burning, hissing sound, and the creature, onyx-skinned and easily twenty feet tall, resolved into full view from the shadow-form it had occupied only a moment before. The places where her blood contacted its hands seemed to be afflicted as though by acid. Reiko didn’t understand it, but she filed away the piece of information for later use. For now, though
. She just needed to figure out how to stay alive. Kiko saw another swing incoming, and sprang back onto her hands, propelling herself out of the way with a flip. Her focus was intent, and none of her usual clumsiness remained to her. Her eyes narrowed, and she listened for the sound of its heartbeat, something she could just make out, loud against its ribcage but relatively muted compared to the other sounds of battle. That simple knowledge was all she needed, though, and she focused in on the blood she could feel rushing through its veins.

The creature was simply too large and strong to control fully, but she was able to slow it down considerably, and its movements became jerky as it had to fight her control at every step. Okay, so
 it probably couldn’t hurt her much for now, but her control wouldn’t last forever, and she still had no real way to damage it, apparently aside from bleeding all over it. So
 what now?

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Hikari snarled through her teeth as the oni's claws raked against her forearm, her teeth gleaming beneath the light. These creatures were a little difficult to handle, and even with Ryoku's help, they had not managed to even injure the creature. Eien was faring no better. He had switched to dodging the blows the oni was dealing him, trying to keep its claws from marring him as it had his sister. He could smell her blood, however; he could not afford to take his eyes off of his own opponent. It wasn't life threatening, so she would be fine. The two dealt blows to each other, Eien sporting cracked ribs and an broken arm, but they healed almost instantaneously. A benefit of having mixed blood, perhaps.

Ryoku was faring no better either. He had managed to gain the oni's attention from his sister, however; it cost him a dislocated shoulder, and a large gash across his chest. Hikari had jumped upon the creatures back, digging her claws into it as she held on, trying to keep her balance upon the creature, but she was ripped off, tossed against a tree, and she felt a rib crack. She hissed, pressing her digits to the wound as she rolled away, avoiding the oni's large foot as it came crashing down. Ryoku snarled, the air going a bit colder than usual. He could feel the ice slowly forming into his hand, taking on the form of a dagger before he charged, digging the blade deep within the oni's back.

Eien jumped to the side, barely missing the oni's claws, however; they did manage to rake his shirt, creating large tears down the middle. His eyes narrowed slightly, tilting his head back, narrowly missing the oni's fist as he felt the air graze his nose. This battle was not boding well for them. These creatures did not seem to have an immediate weakness which frustrated Eien. He summoned the purple flames to his hand, molding it until it was but a fine blade and sliced it towards the oni, watching as one of its fingers was severed, and it howled in pain. He watched, an eyebrow raised, as the oni's flesh bubbled. He glanced at the flame in his hand and back towards the oni. Perhaps this could be of more use than he thought.


Haru and Naya were faring little better, if not worse over-all. Naya was now sporting several blunt wounds, showing off many bruises as they slowly healed; she was a pureblood, but she didn't quite have the healing factor her sister did. Haru was a bit worse off, though. Haru's healing factor always suffered a bit, if only because of the fact that he usually ran low on blood supply. Not being able to consume blood tablets did tend to do that to a person. He'd managed to avoid getting hit too much to not have that problem, however; the oni was a bit smarter than it looked, and went after his sister instead, and predictably, Haru made to help her.

Which in the end only managed to get him pinned under the oni's other hand. He felt his ribcage all but shatter, and he heard his sister scream his name. Just in time he faded into shadow, putting distance between himself and the creature, struggling to breathe as he felt his bones mend. It would be a slow process, and until it was done, he was little more than a sitting duck.

Naya's eyes narrowed at the creature, the air around her crackling as the electricity lit up the air around her. She was beyond pissed. Nothing, nothing hurt her brother and got away with it, especially not something this damned ugly. She snarled, her fangs gleaming as she charged, Trevor swearing under his breath as he watched, taking aim and firing. He wasn't able to wound the oni, but he could hopefully keep it distracted. He grimaced as Naya tore the creature's ear off, watching as it began to regrow. Naya could tear him limb from limb, it would do her little good.


As it turned out, decades of experience killing things was rather useful when trying to kill new things. The creature that had been attempting to locate Tatsuhiko suddenly found itself with the blade of a very sharp sword in its skull, buried to the hilt and erupting out its brow. Withdrawing the blade, the half-vampire used his perch on the oni’s shoulders to adjust his position and slash again, this time taking off the entire top half of its head with the precise strength of the blow. Blood welled and spurted from the wound, but Tatsuhiko jumped clear of the collapsing creature long before any of it could hit him. It may have taken some study, but the results could not be argued with—the first of the oni was down.

Across the field, Tora was in fact engaged deeply in a contest of endurance with his, the two battering away on each other with the force of thunder and lightning. Tora’s ribs were cracked and healing, but the worst thing was the cough that wracked him, pulling up blood from his lungs and spattering it onto the ground. It would seem his condition was attempting to get him to slow down. Fuck if he was going to let it.

Despite the ribbons of blood the flowed freely over his lips and down his chin, the Fujiwara’s tiger kept at it, hammering away at the oni, whose healing factor was getting more and more sluggish at it took repeated devastating slices to vital areas. Stripes of red-black blood flew from the curved blade of his katana, joining what he’d donated towards dyeing the ground with the life-essence of the dying.

Really, it was just a matter of who was dying sooner.

And it wasn’t going to be him. With a charge, Tora leapt, torquing his body in midair and hitting not with his sword, but his foot, delivering a solid roundhouse kick to the oni’s temple and dropping it like a very large sack of stones. Once it was down, the coup de grace was a relatively simple matter; he simply drove his blade down into the creature’s heart, ripping brutally sideways with the weapon and tearing the organ in half.

“Regrow that, motherfucker,” he snarled gleefully.

He finished just in time for Tatsu to appear at his side, or perhaps his brother had been there for some time already—it was really impossible to tell with him. He gave his brother a bloody, feral grin, but as always, Tatsu did not smile back. In fact, he simply raised an eyebrow and jerked his head to the side, where Tora could just make out Naya’s twin—Rei, he was pretty sure her name was—ducking out of the way of a hit from an even larger oni, this one the color of a night-dark sky. The grin only widened, and Tora nodded.

The great thing about fighting alongside his brother was that there was never any need to discuss strategy. They worked in absolutely perfect synchronization, as though they’d lived their entire lives inside one another’s minds. It was not so far from the truth. This was the one bond in the world that Torahiko held sacred above all other things, and he knew that Tatsuhiko was much the same. When he could trust no one else, he could trust his brother. When he could be loyal to no one else, he could be loyal to Tatsu. And he’d never have to worry about being burned for it.

The girl was doing something that was keeping it slow and pinned, making their job considerably easier. Both sheathed their swords as they ran, putting a bit of distance between themselves to accommodate the changes in their physiology. Tora descended to all fours, a massive golden tiger, and rushed low, latching onto one of the creature’s hamstrings. He would have pulled it to the ground, save that the massive, indigo-scaled dragon went high, impaling its shoulders with night-dark claws. Tatsuhiko had dropped his blade right next to Reiko, murmuring a quick instruction on his way past which she now took, taking up the blade in both hands. She wasn’t the best with swords, so as an extra precaution, she let some of her own blood down the thing, lunging forward to where the oni was stretched taut between the brothers, using all the force she had to thrust the sword into the creature’s exposed throat. With a wet gurgle, it expired.


Ryoku growled as he sported a fresh wound down his backside. This was getting ridiculous. They were being defeated, and it was something he did not like. For one, he hated losing, and for two, he still had no clue as to what this creature was. It was one thing to know an opponent, but another thing when it was something entirely new. The only supernatural creatures in the world were vampires, however; his mother and father's existence had tipped that a long time ago, and brought forth him and his two siblings. He glanced at Hikari, who was still latched onto, keeping her claws dug deeply in the oni's back.

"Ryoku," she stated, no other words needed as he nodded. In the blink of an eye, two, very large, wolves stood; one black as midnight, the other white as snow. Hikari was the first to charge, her speed amplified slightly as she managed to grab hold of the oni's arm, her teeth sinking into it's flesh as she twisted her body, locking her jaw in place. Ryoku was the next to attack, his jaws latching onto the juncture where neck met shoulder. He pulled slightly, tearing of a chunk of flesh while Hikari managed to follow with another jugular attack, ripping the creatures throat out. Once it collapsed to the floor, Ryoku descended upon its back, his fist pushing as hard as it could and found the creatures heart, crushing it beneath his paws as Hikari was already off to the other oni.

Eien dodged his oni's attacks, his flame sword still in hand as he aimed precision slices to the creature. His flames were slowing down the oni's regeneration ability, however; it still healed. Though it was slow, he was using it to his advantage. The creature was wearing thin, growing tired as Eien drew out the battle, reserving every ounce of strength and stamina he could. It wasn't until his sister came into view that Eien made his move. The moment the oni's eyes were off of him, and focused on Hikari, he made his move. Hikari had managed to latch onto the oni's arm, twisting her body around and pulled, ripping the oni's arm out of its socket as it cried out in pain, unaware of Eien, who plunged his fire encased fist through its chest.

As the other one before it, it fell. "Is everyone alright?" he questioned, his eyes glancing over towards where the others were. Ryoku had shifted back, covering his form back with partial pieces of shredded clothing. Hikari, however, opted to remain as she was, as a beast. If she were to change back, she would be exposed, and she had no desire to reveal herself as such. She huffed, sitting on her hind legs as she glanced towards Naya, Haru, Reiko, and finally the two Fujiwara brothers.

"For the most part, it seems," she spoke, her eyes narrowing in the process.


Luckily, Naya was a bit smarter than most gave her credit for; while she certainly preferred simply tearing her opponent apart, sometimes it took a little more than that; like right now. She'd long given up on her sword, but she gathered the electricity from the air around her, the energy making a high-pitched chirping sound, like a thousand birds.

"Trevor."

The Edyta sighed. Well, it wasn't like anything else was working. He flickered from view, reappearing next to niece, and he picked her up. "We got one shot at this. You ready?" She nodded, the electricity thrumming through her as she condensced it. It was then that Trevor threw her, both his own strength and her power increasing her speed, and she tore through the oni's chest, taking out its heart in the process. It left her rather coated in blood, but she cared little.

Her only priority was Haru. She ran to her brother's side, who grinned up at her. She sighed in relief, and then slugged him. "Idiot! I was worried about you."

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Ryoku heaved a heavy sigh, straightening his back out as he shifted from his offensive stance. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he placed a hand on his hip, staring at his opponent who had yet to break one. Honestly, it creeped him out how very little disturbed his brother, but then again, his brother was a creature all his own. He was more his father than Ryoku or Hikari were, and that alone was reason enough to be creeped out by it. Eien regarded Ryoku with an even stare, straightening out his posture before folding his arms against his chest. A smirk adorned Ryoku's face, causing Eien to shake his head and left his brother to his own accord. Their sparring session was finished for the day, he need not linger any longer than necessary.

With a heavy sigh, Ryoku rolled out his shoulders, listening to each one pop before he placed a hand over his left shoulder. "Well that was fun," he spoke to himself, throwing himself onto the ground and gazing up at the sky. He pursed his lips together, an irregular thump in his chest as he propped his elbow up, resting his head in his hand. It's been about three days (which felt more like weeks really) since he last saw his friend. Eien and Hikari had both made sure of that, calling and using him for frivolous things, or in Hikari's case they were. With Eien, it was usually a sparring match, or quick word. He never really paid much attention to what Eien had to say. Usually it only dealt with his ways, however; as of late, he had remained with just the one.

Even when he was propositioned, he would decline it. And that was saying a lot. Ryoku never turned someone down, regardless of the situation. He sighed, something he thought funny and had been doing a lot as of late. He needed to remedy that. With a smirk, he stood from his spot in favor of looking for his remedy.


As it so happened, that remedy was currently in a bit of a pinch; two lions were tearing at each other, though if one looked closely enough, you could tell that they were sparring, though it was not obvious by the noise. They were growling ferociously, and every once in a while they would break away and circle each other, their blue-green manes shimmering ever so slightly.

It wasn't until they caught someone's scent that Haru backed off, shifting back into his human form; while Haru had inherited his father's ability to assume any form he wished, he preferred to take on the form of his familiar. He rolled out his neck as Ryoku approached. Kon shook out his mane, padding over and lying underneath a tree, his head on his paws.

"Ro-chan; you've been neglecting me." He acted like he was pouting, but he couldn't banish the grin on his face, it always seemed to show up whenever Ryoku was around.


Ryoku stared at the scene before him, watching as the two lions tore at each other. An amused smile tainted his lips as he watched Kon and Haru spar. He knew the two were just doing that, sparring, however; to any one else who did not know his cousin and his familar, it would appear that the two were literally trying to kill each other. Ryoku folded his arms against his chest, watching in mild amusement as Haru morphed back into his human form. The grin on his face faltered just slightly at Haru's statement. Who was neglecting who? The way he saw it, Haru was avoiding him, not the other way around.

"Oh? Have I now? I don't seem to recall how it is I that has been doing the neglecting when I recall a certain someone running off as soon as I rounded the corner last week," he replied, the amused smirk placing itself upon his face. Ryoku shook his head an released a slow sigh. "Or is it simply because Ruru-chan's grown bored of me? Oh do tell if I bore you dear cousin. I am sure Kari would just love the chance to drag you away," he spoke, half teasing, half serious, though one wouldn't be able to tell he was being slightly serious. He knew of his sister's little crush on their cousin, however; he also noted that, that crush had lightly began to fade.

He was amused to say the least, however; he never said nothing much on the subject. She was free to like whoever she wanted, and that just meant that he could get Haru more to himself. He blinked at those thoughts though and shook his head. This was just a passing fancy...Haru wouldn't see him as anything more than that, not with the way the two of them lived their lives.


Haru blinked slowly at that. Kari wanted...to what? He scoffed slightly. Kari was...he stopped at that train of thought. His cousin? Well, so was Ryoku, and that hadn't stopped him. But then again, there was nothing between himself and Ryo. He was losing his grip on reality, it seemed. So, instead of acting surprised, he only shrugged.

"Is that supposed to mean something? I mean...she's my cousin. It's not like anything would ever actually happen."


Ryoku allowed a hint of hurt to pass through his features at Haru's statement. Is that how he saw him as well? Just a cousin? Though it was obvious enough that, whatever it was they had, they were more than just cousins, and Ryoku felt strongly about Haru more than just as a cousin should. And the thought of Haru only seeing him as a cousin stung Ryoku, deeply. Without intending to, Ryoku released a slow, drawn out sigh. Perhaps he had fooled himself into believing that there was a bit of hope for them, that they could change. If only slightly, they could change and Haru would be his and he Haru's. They wouldn't need for another, because they would be enough for each other, like his father and mother.

"Cousin, yeah. But don't ever tell her that, you'll break her heart," though it wouldn't really matter, because his heart was breaking ever so softly. If one listened quietly, they could hear the faint echoes of glass cracking, not completely shattering just yet. "Whatever," he stated, a bit of a bite laced behind his tone, though unintentional. He sighed a bit harder than normal and unfolded his arms, placing them to his side. He closed his eyes briefly before turning his back to Haru, taking a step before stopping. He should have known that it would be like this. He should have known better. Whatever his parents had, it was special, a one time thing that very few people could find. And they were lucky, just like his uncle and aunt, Sora and Nicole.

He would never have that. It was better to face it now before allowing it to grow further than necessary. "I need a break," were the only words he left before making to leave. He should have known better.


Haru was...confused. He'd not missed the hurt look that had passed over Ryoku's face. What had that been all about? It wasn't as if Ryoku had any sort of feelings for him. It was impossible. They simply couldn't be; not with the way the two of them were. Even so, he flinched at the bite in Ryoku's voice. He watched as Rykou turn and began to leave; Haru caught himself reaching for him.

He drew his hand back, balling it into a fist. When Ryoku was gone, he let out an irritated sigh, slamming his fist into the tree next to him as he sat down rather quickly. This was nothing less than he'd expected; it wasn't as if there was anything really going on between them, it had been nothing more than a passing fancy.

So why did it hurt so much to watch him leave?

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A week had came and went, and Haru had neither spoken to Ryoku nor had he tried discussing it with anyone. Many had tried, Naya and Kon being the two main perpetrators. Naya had almost torn his ear off the last time she'd confronted him. At the moment, he was lying on the grass, staring up at the sky as the clouds rolled by. He'd not returned to his usual habits in the passing week, and he had turned down every offer he'd received as well; that in and of itself was speaking volumes on the Akarui's state of mind.

Haru sighed, picking up on his sister's scent. He contemplated leaving, but it was Reiko. He was in no mood to talk, but then...Rei-rei always did know exactly what to say.


Reiko rubbed absently at the bruise fading on her temple and sighed. It was her own fault really. She could climb trees just fine, but she usually managed to fall out of them somehow. So much for trying to relax a little out in nature. Well, that was all right, because really there was something else that was considerably more urgent. She might have seemed like the last person to pick up on what was going on between Haru and their cousin Ryoku, but actually, she’d been one of the first, many, many years ago now. She’d not thought to interfere, however, because it was something she’d rather thought would come about on its own. They were both extroverted enough. But perhaps
 perhaps when it came right down to it, they were just as vulnerable as everyone else. Perhaps they, like she, hid it well, only their disguise was a gregariousness and magnetism and reckless attitude where hers was silliness and clumsy airheaded tendencies. It’s not that those disguises were false, only that they hid other parts of what was really there.

On some level, she’d always known something like that was true of Haru. She just hadn’t expected it to become a problem now of all times. So Kiko tracked him to where he lay, brushing her knee-length shorts and soft blouse free of the evidence of her earlier fall and settling down beside him. It was kind of hard to hug somebody like this, so she settled for insinuating herself into his side and laying her head over the steady beat of his heart. Kiko smiled softly, the expression a little bit sad. “It doesn’t sound broken,” she said softly. “But then, they never do.”


Haru sighed. "It didn't break because I got rid of it a long time ago, so it couldn't break." Haru had long given up on ever falling in love; it was stupid and it got you hurt. He didn't want to feel like that, so instead he didn't let himself feel anything.

Yet it still hurt to be apart from Ryoku. That was his own fault. He'd let himself get attached when he knew he should have stayed away. He looped an arm underneath his sister, giving her a light squeeze. "So, what has brought my dear sister to me, for surely you have not come to talk about the state of my heart."


Reiko frowned, tilting her head to look up at him. “That’s not true, Ruru. You still have a heart, I know you do. You’re just very good at hiding it.” She knew, because she was the same. It wasn’t that Kiko pretended not to have a heart, but rather that she pretended that nothing in the real world ever caught its attention in that way. It was easy, to act oblivious to everything but fairytales, and in some ways, it was even true. It was just not the whole truth, and this was her own disguise, her own protection. But
 she didn’t think he needed to hide his anymore, because she could see that the one he wanted to offer it to was there, and would accept it gladly, even offer his own in return. Now if only she could make her brother see that, she just might get to witness a real-life happy ending.

“And what if I did?” she asked quietly, a furrow forming in her brows. “What if I was worried about you, because I know you hurt, and I want to help make it better? What if
 what if I told you that all you need to do is be brave one more time, take one more risk, and then you could have the things you can’t admit you want?” He didn’t have to admit anything to her if he didn’t want, because she knew, and the way she was speaking about it was making it rather clear. Still, she could tell that he had no idea how close he was to happiness, if only he was willing to reach for it one more time.


Haru sighed heavily through his nose, his expression darkening slightly. He sat up then, the discussion turning in a direction he really did not want it to. "It's not that simple, Kiko." Ryoku didn't feel anything for him, despite their current...predicament. He kept telling himself that because it was easier than facing rejection.

"What makes you think he even remotely feels the same way about me, that I do him?" He blushed; he really hadn't planned on admitting that. Unfortunately Reiko had a knack for drawing things out of people.


Perhaps someone else might have laughed a bit at the sight of Haru of all people, shameless as he usually was, blushing, but Kiko’s face never lost the earnest, concerned expression, and she sat up with him, blinking wide, peridot-colored eyes at him. “But it is that simple!” she insisted vehemently, taking one of his hands in both of hers. “It really is!” She sighed, not really sure how she could make him see what she saw, and chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully for a little while. When she spoke again, it was with a little more gravity in her tone, and more seriousness than she was really known for possessing.

“I know that most people don’t think I notice what’s going on around me, and that’s okay,” she said softly, meeting her brother’s eyes and holding them. It really was—she didn’t mind being thought of as a bit of an airhead and not much else. Because she knew it wasn’t the truth, and that was usually enough. “But I do see things, Haru. Things that you’re too close-up to see. You’ve never noticed the way he looks at you. It’s not just
” her cheeks pinked slightly, and she cleared her throat in an effort to avoid tripping over the words. “It’s not just sex, or lust. Not for him, and not for you.” Maybe it would help to explain it by comparison.

“He looks at you like
 like Uncle Hiki looks at Aunt Shizu.” It was indeed very similar, not exactly the same, but close. A mixture of desire, yes, but also a kind of vital connection, deeper than any simple wanting could ever be. It was a needing, or that was the closest word she had for it. Haru, on the other hand, most resembled their mother looking at their father. Reiko always noticed things like that. “I don’t know what you said to him to make him avoid you, Haru, but it hurt him. He’s hurting, just like you are, and don’t you owe it to both he and yourself to see if you can make it right again?” She didn’t want them to hurt anymore, not either of them.

“This time, when you use your words, say what you really mean. Don’t make him guess. Trying to guess at what someone else thinks all the time
” she smiled sadly. “It’s painful, and confusing.” Standing, Reiko tugged on her brother’s hand so that he was, too. This time, when she hugged him, she did it properly.


Haru sighed. Perhaps everything worked out in his sister's little fantasy worlds, but not in reality. Not in his world. He stood when she tugged him upwards, and he wrapped his arms around her in return. He felt the back of his eyes burning; he wanted to say it, to tell him so much that it hurt. But he was too afraid.

"I...can try." two tears rolled down his cheeks as he tightened his grip on his sister. "Thanks, Kiko."

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Ryoku shifted, shaking off the tension in his shoulders as he stalked through the campus. It was nightfall, and everyone was asleep as per usual, however; Ryoku knew that his family was more known to be night owls more-so than anything. It wouldn't be too hard to find Haru, but Ryoku felt a shift of nervousness flow through his veins. Straightforward, to the point Ryoku was nervous. He could feel his palms sweating, the grimy feeling of the liquid between his fingers as he wiped them on his shirt. He sighed, running a hand through his loose locks before dropping his hands to his side.

"C'mon Ryo, don't be a chicken shit now," he spoke to himself, shaking much like a dog shakes water off of its fur. It helped release the tension that had suddenly built up in his muscles, and he stretched his arms over his head. He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he mulled over his words. He told Tora he wasn't going to back out now. He had to know. He had to know exactly how Haru felt about him. Maybe he had read too much into Haru's words. Perhaps that was how he felt about Kari, not him. But that did not quell the fear that welled up in his chest. He groaned in frustration, his nose twitching in the direction of a familiar scent.

"It's now or never," he spoke to himself, straightening his shoulders back out as he walked towards the spot where he could smell Haru. He found him, lounging underneath a tree, a scowl on his face. Leave it to Haru to be scowling at the sky. It pulled his lips into a light smirk as he dropped himself next to Haru, staring out into the distance as he kept his gaze away from Haru for the moment. "Hey," he spoke, cursing himself slightly for the unintelligent way he started the conversation.


It had been a few days since he had spoken to his sister, yet little had changed. Haru had not gone to Ryoku; nor had he really spoken to anyone else. Despite what his sister had told him, he still couldn't bring himself to believe what she had said. He wasn't sure what had turned his heart to stone; as far as he knew, it had always been this way. It was not something that he could simply relinquish, even to the one he wanted to most.

But perhaps it was a risk he needed to take.

He'd been so absorbed in his own little world that he hadn't even realized Ryoku had approached. When the other man spoke, he flinched rather visibly, glancing in the other direciton as he sat up. His heart lurched, his mind drawing a blank. In the end, he could think of nothing, say nothing. There was a warmth in his chest accompanied by an ache.

"I'm sorry."

He wasn't sure where it had come from, he had simply said it. He wasn't even completely sure what he was apologizing for, either. Because he'd hurt him? Or because he'd avoided him and his feelings? Or maybe, it was all of it.


Ryoku raised a brow at Haru's flinch, and inwardly flinched himself. He didn't mean to cause that reaction, he just wanted to greet his cousin, and speak of other things. He opened his mouth to start, but found he couldn't speak past the sudden lump that grew in his throat. He was slightly grateful that it was Haru that broke the silence, however; his brow ascended his forehead. He was apologizing? For what? He did nothing wrong. It wasn't Haru's fault that he decided to take his statement the wrong way. Ryoku, for the most part, was not an intelligent person, or not as intelligent as his older brother. He knew he didn't get some things, and he would take things the wrong way if they were not clarified, however; he did not give Haru the time or day to do so.

"Don't," he started, sighing and lowering his gaze to stare at the space between his legs. "Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. I should be the one to apologize. I made a stupid mistake, and I paid the price for it," he spoke, a bit of firmness reinforced in his voice. He shifted so that his gaze was now fully on Haru, staring at him as if studying a piece of art to understand it. It was now or never. He would live the rest of his life in shame if he never said anything, and he couldn't go back on his word. As a man of his word, it was everything, and everything was riding on this one statement. Don't fuck this up Ryo.

"I love you."


For all intents and purposes, Haru's heart all but stopped in his ribcage. He...what? It took him a minute to sort through that one simple sentence, and to restart the organ in his chest. He'd thought that he'd misheard for a second, but one look at Ryoku's face ensured him that he hadn't.

Gods above, but they were both hopeless. Haru let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and stood up, closing the distance between them. Well, if Ryoku could just come out and say it like that, then he had to as well. That funny little half smile played over his features before he looped his arms around the other's neck, locking lips with him. He knew that Ryoku, just like himself, had been with no one since their own last meeting, now more than three weeks ago.

"You idiot. I love you, too." There was a longing, a desire in his eyes. He knew of course, but he still wanted to hear it. "You haven't...been with anyone else?"


Ryoku could feel his heart stopping with each passing moment of silence. It was killing him, not knowing what his cousin was going to say, how he was going to respond to the confession, however; he could feel it slowly kickstarting again. It took a moment to realize that the gap between them had been closed, and Haru's lips were on his. He could feel his heart thumping wildly against his rib-cage, responding to the kiss with a slow kind of hunger as Haru pulled back, his trademark smirk returning to his face. Finally, after so long, so many years, the words he was so afraid of not hearing, were spoken to him, like a prayer he needed to be lifted.

"No one else. There is and will never be anyone else. You...haven't been with any one either, have you?" he questioned, his brow ascending his forehead as he leaned forward, grabbing Haru's lips and pulling on the bottom of his lip. He was being honest though, and that was saying something for Ryoku. There had been no one else since he and Haru had been together, and even now, there still was no one else. There could never be anyone else for him. He wondered, for a moment, if that was how his parents felt about each other. How they could just have that one person and be perfectly happy with it. His mother had told him of how his father used to be, and how in a way, Ryoku resembled him in those aspects, however; he had never wanted one person so much as he wanted Haru. Perhaps...


Haru blinked slowly, pulling back just enough so that he was able to look his cousin full in the face. There was a light dancing in his eyes as he shook his head slowly, replying, "I didn't want to, and I couldn't." He stuck his tongue out then, the metal spike gleaming. "I don't have the key to the lock you put on me."

"Would you like the key?" he spoke, all playfulness pushed aside, his eyes set in a serious tone. He stared at Haru, the statement obvious as to what he meant. He would give Haru a key, one that would bind the two of them much like his parents. It would come with a price; everything came with a price. It was one he was willing to pay, though, and if Haru was as well, he would do it. But he needed Haru to know, and to understand just what this price was. If he still accepted it, then nothing would make him more proud to do so, to give the mark to the one he wanted for all eternity.

"If I give you the key, there will be no going back. We will be as one. We will hear, feel, and know everything for the rest of our lives, not that I'm complaining. But it also means that our lives will be as one," meaning if either one of them died, the other would too. It was a great risk, one his parents knew all too well, and one he was willing to take. Besides, life without Haru wouldn't be life at all. He wasn't sure he could live a life like that, empty, and he was sure his parents felt the same way, just as Sora felt about Nicole and she him.


Haru's eyes narrowed slightly before tilting his head to the side. He was slightly surprised that he'd even asked, but then perhaps he shouldn't have been. He slid his hand to the back of Ryo's head, his fingers threading through his hair as he pulled his head downward, to the bare expanse of his neck that he exposed.

"I thought you'd never ask." he murmured, his eyes glowing vermilion.


Once he did this, it would seal all that they were, and all that they would become. He needn't hear anymore as his fangs elongated, his tongue wiping over the smooth surface of Haru's neck. With a swift movement, his fangs pierced Haru's neck, allowing the venom to seep into the wound as a mark began to form. For each Minamoto, it was different. Where his father's mark had been a moonflower, his mark was something different, more him. Once the deed was done, he swiped his tongue over the mark before pulling back, his eyes glowing a bright amber color.

"You know...we're never going to hear the end of it."


Haru smirked slightly before kissing Ryo again. "I think I can live with that."

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Tora sat with his feet up on the desk next to his, not terribly concerned about who was supposed to be using it. It wasn’t like anyone really did anything in class, anyway, and nobody stuck to the assigned seating. Basically everyone just socialized, but in a classroom, sometimes while a teacher tried to lecture. This one didn’t bother, merely doing paperwork at her desk with little evidence of interest in what her students were doing. Tora had always liked Ms. Northwood because of this quality
 and also because she was smart as a whip and had a really nice ass. It went without saying what he’d done regarding that. Thankfully, she was also one of those people who understood the actual meaning of the words “one night stand” and “casual sex,” in the case of multiple one-nights strung together, as had been the case for several months with them.

More importantly, his Henchmen were back in functioning order, and so all was right with the world again, as far as Tora was concerned. In fact, his life was pretty damn fantastic. Work for the Council had been light, but enough to keep him entertained, Haru and Ryo were happy—which oddly made Tora happy as well—Tatsu was fine, and Naya, well
 he could write odes to the taste of that woman. Those were some of his nicest memories in this particular genre now. It had only been a couple of days since he’d woken up next to her, as Tora was completely unashamed of the fact that he was a cuddler and liked to stay for at least a few hours post-coitus for precisely that. He’d been highly tempted by, and successfully made a bid for, round two in the morning, but he’d been dragged off-campus for a job after that. Perhaps tonight


Needless to say, the smile he was wearing was a very satisfied one. He wondered if she was walking right yet. He had been a little
 rough.


Torahiko wasn't the only one who could be rough, but unlike his sister, Haru wasn't complaining. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about Tora sleeping with his sister, though. For now, however, he wasn't going to say anything. Well, other than an idle passing comment, of course. He just hoped his sister had enough sense to understand how Tora was. He found himself idly tracing the outline of his Mark. It was funny; he did it quite often.

It had only been about a week and a half, Haru was still a little surprised to see the Mark in the reflection of a mirror. He yawned absentmindedly at the desk behind Tora as he leaned back in his chair. Class could really be rather boring. "You know, I'm fairly certain the Boss broke Nana." He said idly.


Ryoku sat in the desk behind Haru, folding paper into small planes as the rest of the class chatted amongst themselves. The teacher didn't seem too interested, not that he could blame her, and class would be over soon, anyways. He set one of the paper planes loose, watching as it floated a few inches before crashing into the back of Haru's head, and falling. He sighed, picked up another one, and set it loose, watching it as it floated a little past Torahiko this time, and snorted when it poked the student's, in front of him, eye. He rose a brow at Haru's statement, and allowed a smirk to pull at his lips. Torahiko wasn't the only one who could be rough, sure, but he'd never left anyone without the capacity to walk. It wasn't as much fun if they couldn't use their legs, after all.

"You should know by now, Haru. The Boss breaks everything he touches. Nana...ha, she's no exception, though, you could have given her a bit of a breather," he stated, this time towards Tora. He knew better, though, and that would have been an unlikely scenario. "So, what do we have planned for today? We haven't done anything in the last few days, or last week, and the school is becoming tamed. It needs a little chaos," he stated, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling, wondering for a moment if he really wanted to cause chaos. Things were rather, perfect, for the last few days, and everything had fallen back into place. But, then again, he did miss being with his bossman and the other henchman.


Tora rolled his eyes. “It’s not like she was complaining, guys. In fact, it was distinctly the opposite.” He might have chosen to be more specific on the point, because they were damn well asking for it, but the mention of mayhem was sufficiently distracting to draw his attention to it, and he was fine with letting it. “Eh
 not my fault some people had their heads stuck up their own asses for so long. It’s boring if I have to do everything myself, you know.” But hey, now maybe that it wasn’t craniums that were up asses, things would go back to normal. Which for them meant a lot of messing with shit.

“Well, I propose we inaugurate the return of official henchman duties by fucking something up. Thoughts, suggestions, ideas, inspirations? Personally I was thinking we coat the whole building in a layer of ice and trap everyone inside, but that would take some logistical planning, and let’s be honest: planning isn’t really your strong suit.” He was mostly talking to Ryo there, because the guy was honestly about as smart as a brick wall some days, but that was part of his fun. Haru was a bit more deliberate, but even he didn’t always see the same big picture that Tora could.


Haru was glad, to say the least, when Torahiko's attention was turned away from Naya. It was one thing to know that your friend slept with your sister. It was entirely another to hear about it, details and all. He propped his chin in his hand, looking bored, and shrugged. Honestly...nothing came right to mind. Though he did agree, the place was becoming more than tamed.

Kon leapt up onto the desk, rubbing faces with his master, the familiar a small black cat. The classroom was about the only place he wasn't a lion. Haru absent-mindedly pet him for a few seconds. "Huh. I got nothing. Unless we want to go paint the town green."


Ryoku raised a brow at Tora's statement, feigning a mocked hurt look before scratching his cheek. He drummed his fingers along the desk, rummaging through his mind for ideas. Tora's first idea, encasing the school in ice, would have been an ideal situation, however; as Tora stated, that would take some planning. He wasn't going to disagree with Tora, because he was right. It wasn't his strong suit and freezing the entire school would take a lot of time, and they'd more than likely be caught before they finished. Not to mention Eien might not take it too well, though Eien could help if Ryoku could get his brother to actually loosen up that way. He shrugged his shoulders; it was a thought to entertain.

"He said destroy. Painting the town green won't necessarily be destroying it, now would it?" he replied, running his finger down the base of Haru's hairline and down his spine to the middle of his shoulder blades. "Though personally, I think if we were to destroy something, it should be something a little more...public. I hear the girl's gymnasium is in the process of being remodeled, but they are still using it," he spoke, a light smirk tugging at his lips. They could destroy it, and if they were lucky enough, they would catch them as they were changing. He also knew that two of his family members were currently also attending their gym class right now. Hikari and Naya might make him pay for it later, but it would be well worth it in the end.


Tora smirked to himself. Watching the two of them interact was really kinda funny. Admittedly not so much now that they weren’t both stupidly trying to hide the obvious, but
 perhaps that was fine, since they were happier. It was unusual of him to think so, given how little he generally cared for the happiness of others, but wasn’t Tatsu always trying to tell him that it wasn’t bad to want the happiness of other people? That maybe he should, even? Well, chances were if his brother said it, it was true, but Tora didn’t have much of a moral compass of his own. So he let his brother function as his, meaning that this was a good thing, the fact that he enjoyed their contentment.

“Girls’ gym it is then,” he declared, lacing his hands together behind his head. “Don’t just sit there, henchmen, there’s trouble to be caused.” The smirk grew into a dangerous grin with far too much fang in it for most people to be comfortable. Not that he was overly concerned with the comfort of anyone else. He was going to have fun, and really, that was the important thing, now wasn’t it?

“Now come on, before all your ridiculous happiness makes me ill.”