Title: Parallel Blood

Rating: M

Summary: Reborn is sent to teach a young boy, to shape him into the fit position of a mafia don. Yet, something about Sawada Tsunayoshi is not completely right. Although the kid has the same appearance as the photo in his files, the hitman feels that he is not the same Dame-Tsuna his father believed him to be. And those strange orange eyes proved it.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR! This is merely a fanfiction.

Notes: Good evening, readers. I am Stephen, and I will provide you this crazy story about vampires and mafia. I had this idea after reading Sir Butt's Vampirism Tends to Keep One Remarkably Fresh and Metamorcy's (aka my favorite author) The Unexplainable. If you care about supernatural and dark fanfiction, I would recommend those. Anyway, I had this idea about a vampire Tsunayoshi having to deal with Reborn and the mafia. I thought it was fun, so I decided to write it down.

Observation: English is not my mother language. Instead, Portuguese is the language that I am fluent. Although I must say, I am pretty capable of writing some things. Nevertheless, I would appreciate if you readers would point my mistakes.

Prologue: Nosferatu

The brunet reached with his hands for the cheeks of the smiling woman beneath his own body. The digits caressing the stained skin, begging for a reaction — even if it was only a simple twitch of the woman's eyes. Golden irises felt trapped in those cerulean eyes — once pure and breathtaking, and now just clouded and lifeless. The human flesh was slowly losing its life. The brunet glanced towards the woman, watching as the rigor mortis recorded those expressions forever — or at least until the flesh was decomposed.

Bloody tears ran out of his golden eyes, reaching his chin and finally dropping onto the woman's pale skin. Staining the woman with his own impurity. How foolish he was, for once he believed in eternal love; how foolish he was, for once he sealed their lips together in a tender kiss. He grieved. It was his fault for exposing the woman to a world she could not leave. It was his fault for cursing the youthful woman with darkness. His eyes closed, wiping gently the bloody tears from his eyelids.

"Don't leave me, Marla. For I am too blind and weak to proceed without your touch." He whispered, reaching the young-woman's body with his face. A scent of death reached his nostrils — the human flesh releasing the smell of decomposing, as the bacteria slowly ate her. "Forgive me for my irresponsibility. Forgive me for allowing such humans to touch and abuse your body. Forgive me for not being able to protect the one that I love." The brunet opened his eyes; the golden eyes glowing in the dark.

Marla, however, did not responded. Her body was now rigid, as the life in her veins and organs seemed to finally leave. The last heartbeat was heard by the brunet minutes ago, when she was able to smile and say such meaningful, yet, foolish words.

"Do not cry, my love. The crimson in those tears stain the gold in your eyes. And I love your eyes…" A whisper. She was coughing the blood that was still inside her body. "I have only one wish left, my love. Drink my blood. Drink it and we shall be together once more." She smiled, reaching out for the brunet. "Drink it and you shall become the Nosferatu; the No-Life-King. The one that I will always admire." The brunet stood there, hearing those words, as if they were precious. "Drink it, my king."

The brunet saw the wet tears in her cerulean eyes. He watched as the tears ran along with her jawline; he watched as the light in her vast bluish irises finally came to an end. Somehow, he could feel her soul slowly fading away. Perhaps because he was a creature of the night — a dead-walking body who devoted its life for the dark. He could feel it, grasping onto the body with determined strength. Marla wanted the brunet to drink her blood before the soul left her body. The woman wanted to become a part of the man she loved, before the gods of that world decided that she must leave.

Golden eyes shone with grief, yet, they showed his determination resonating with hers. He would fulfil the woman's wishes. Kneeling before her, he held her delicate and still warm body. Glancing at the smile in her face once more, the brunet felt the courage filling his limbs. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and sank his teeth at the human flesh. The crimson liquid flowed into his mouth, digging into his body — the liquid was still warm, still vivid. His own blood clamming over the human's blood, demanding its protein and vitamins; demanding its life and soul. The brunet could feel the woman's life entering and joining his.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being once more connected to his loved one. It felt as if Marla's limbs slowly embraced him; as if her lips were once again connected to his cold skin; as if he could hear the gentle whisper on the top of his ear, telling how much she loved him. His teeth sank deeper, searching for more. The blood left the woman's corpse, joining his own. There was not even a single drop left. The brunet was hungry for that feeling, and he had consumed all of it. Marla was now forever bonded with his soul. His eyes opened. The gold was nowhere to be found. The scarlet glowed, illuminating his face.

"A full-fledged vampire, huh?" He scoffed.

~x~

He felt the piercing object against his own flesh. The wooden stick sank brutally, almost reaching his unbeaten heart. The brunet had his scarlet eyes widened with pain. He glanced towards the man above his now weak body. A priest for the protestant church; holding a bible as he read the verses. A hiss came out of his bloody mouth; as for the man, he could only ignore the Nosferatu beneath him.

A vampire. A mysterious creature, that had been wandering through the planet earth for a long time. Those who accomplished turning into a vampire received enhanced sight, hearing, smell, strength and speed. It was common to weak people to pursue the desire to become a creature of the night. However, none of those vampires fully knew how to become the King. The creature who stood against its own race; the creature that sought for more power than a low vampire could ever accomplish.

The brunet became the King once he understood that, to become a full-fledged vampire, the creature had to sacrifice the only person that he loved. The blood of a loved one had so much meaning and strength against a vampire's body, that it forced the flesh to evolve to something incredible.

Well, you see, to become a vampire the human being needed to neglect his own humanity and drink the blood of a being of the night. Sipping the reddish liquid would force the human body to decade. As the normal blood mixes with the vampire's, the human begins to change. At first, the enhancement. The world begins to lighten and the colors grow fully developed. The sounds are no more muffled, and the creature can hear a conversation from meters away. The touch no longer meant the light sensation, it meant the fully understanding of texture and feeling. The strength on the muscles would rise and suddenly the creature could lift tons.

The second step was deceasing the old body, replacing it with the creature's lifeless flesh. Only the blood, and nothing else, would fully live inside the body; for it was the vitality of the creature. The third step would be realizing that the creature needed to be fed with human's blood.

The human blood was special. A human being lived a life and evolved their own soul. Enriching the blood with knowledge, memories and vitality. For a vampire, the human blood meant salvation; it meant life; it meant forever.

Even so, no low vampire could be compared to a full-fledged vampire, the King of those creatures of the night.

Once a vampire drank the blood from a loved one, the body would shift into darkness and become the Nosferatu. A human loved by a low vampire held such importance and significance. The soul of said human enriched the blood with, not only the memories, knowledge and vitality, but also those feelings towards the creature. A genuine feeling would feed the vampire with true life. The feeling of being loved by such a pure creature would feed the vampire with endless power.

The brunet felt the same feeling as the blood of Marla mixed with his own. The love coming from the fragile woman filled his body with power and meaning. The vampire could finally become the Nosferatu.

Nevertheless, being a No-Life-King did not mean that he was immortal. No. That would be a foolish assumption. Every creature would eventually die. Even the strongest one. Eventually the lion-king would die and give his position to a younger lion. A full-fledged vampire had regeneration skills, yet, they were nothing compared to the power of the church. The wooden stick piercing him at the moment only proved that the vampire was still vulnerable.

He smirked.

"You, such a devilish creature, should be begging for forgiveness! You should not smile at me!" The priest responded with a punch against the vampire's belly. The brunet gasped, coughing blood. "She will never be yours, Count."

The brunet closed his eyes, remembering the young woman he seduced and kept to himself for a few years. He chuckled. Marla was dead, yet, her genes passed through generations. And, God, Artemis was identical to his deceased-bride. The young woman had the same cerulean eyes; the same blackened hair and the same pale skin. The brunet was obsessed with the young girl. He was such obsessed that he seduced the girl, making her stay in his castle; so obsessed that he forced himself to treat the woman kindly and show her the advantages of being a creature of the night. The brunet never utilized his powers over the girl. He wanted her to realize it for her own.

He was almost turning the girl into a vampire; into his bride.

"Damn you, priest." He spitted.

He felt the wooden-stick sank into his heart. His eyes widened. That was it. After living for hundreds of years he was finally going to die. Finally leave that undead body. He smiled, as the peace reached his own mind. The brunet was fine with that. Dying was not scary. He would accept his end.

~x~

The vampire flew his eyes wide open. There was no longer the pain in his chest. He analyzed the body beneath him, encountering nothing but his usual body — the slim and small body. If he was correct, the priest pushed the wooden stick deeper, damaging his own heart, incapacitating the brunet. However, there he was, alive.

But, how? If he remembered correctly, from those hundreds of years living as a creature of the night, vampires could not survive a wooden-stick. Especially if the said stick was blessed with the holy water and silver that was melted from the Manchester Cathedral. Well, you see, vampires were no servants of the devil. Yet, their powers came from hell, given by a high demon living in the underground. After centuries doing his own research, the brunet found that the first vampire was stated as "unholy demon". That because the creature was created from dust. Therefore, creating a houndhell with bloodthirst.

Through times the species of vampires evolved into the creatures they are today. They were specially developed by the sadistic demon, as a way of hunting the creation of God. And that was the reason why vampires required to be humans before the turn. Adopting the shape of an existing being would benefit the new species. For instance, adopting the shape of a human being was way more beneficent than acquiring the shape of a dog.

Human beings were weak against their own race. Not being able to determine between a deadly predator and a common companion was their own doom. Vampires were always charming, the tone of their voice always seducing and attractive. Victims, aka humans, were always trapped in a vampire's lies. The brunet himself found himself always in a great position when it came about feeding.

The vampire was not tall. Instead, his body had the height of a teenager — most of men kept growing after adolescence. He had an enthralling caramel hair, that reached his shoulders and, somehow, defied the gravity. His eyes were sharp and, when he was a simple human being, golden. After becoming a Nosferatu, his eyes changed into a red-yellow color, sometimes flashing scarlet as he drank blood or became impatience — or pure rage.

The brunet, so to speak, had feminine expressions — once he became a man those features were almost gone. Therefore, seducing came easy to the vampire. He could deal with both men and women. His beauty was attractive to both genders. It was easier when he needed to feed.

"You shall not die, No-Life-King," a voice interrupted his thoughts. The vampire peered up, encountering with sharp hazel irises. If it was a man or a woman, he did not know.

"I demand you to tell me who you are," his voice was serene, yet, confident. The person chuckled, suddenly sitting back in the thin air. Surprisingly, the vampire was shocked. Of course, the brunet could do something like that; but only because he was the King.

"How polite. Why don't you tell me who you are?" The person asked with a Cheshire-grin in his reddish lips. The vampire bit his lower lip, only to smirk sarcastically and bow towards the person.

"I have many names. Some call me Dracula, others Vlad Tepes. However, I usually introduce myself as The Count." The vampire answered lightly, turning his gaze towards the person one more time. "Would you tell me who you are?"

The person put his index finger beneath his lips, grabbing the chin as if he was thinking. "Vlad Tepes? Dracula? No." The brunet twitched confused. "You came from Italy. The son of a King who neglected his own child to train the next ruler of the empire. Your brother did not even know you existed." The vampire narrowed his eyes. This was a secret information, not even the priest knew much about his past. "Betrayed and with your mother suddenly falling ill, you had no choice but to reject humanity."

"How?" He murmured, surprised; angry even. The person let out a chuckle in response.

"After your mother's death and the rise of the new ruler, you, a mere low-vampire, had nowhere left to go." Hazel eyes focused on the brunet's irises. "Marla. Your first love. And the one you failed to protect. Drinking the blood of a loved one, turning you into the No-Life-King; Nosferatu."

"That's enough! How do you know that?" The vampire snarled at the person.

"Well, you see, just like you, I have many names." The person said. "God. Jesus. Allah. Yeshua. Impostor even."

The brunet laughed. "What?! You suppose that I am going to believe in such lies?"

"I'm telling you the truth, though. Who do you think called you here?" The brunet took a look at the place. It was blue as the sky, and the ground was filled with water. Everything was blue. "This is not heaven. This is merely a private room. I needed to talk to you privately."

"Why? Aren't I some kind of demon? I do not understand."

"Maximiliano," the vampire flinched at the name. "No. You won't use that name ever again. From now one your name will be Tsunayoshi."

"Giappone?" The vampire murmured.

"Fate is, indeed, funny. As you may know, there are hundreds of parallel worlds. And you, my friend, is the Tsunayoshi from this world, born in a different condition and place." The brunet was confused. "You were dying; however, you shall not die yet."

"What? Pardon me. I can't understand all this."

"Vampire, there is a favor I need to ask you." The person narrowed their eyes, gazing towards the brunet with seriousness. "There is a world out there that needs another Tsunayoshi. It is important to keep the balance between those parallel worlds. Or else, everything will collapse." The person explained. "The Tsunayoshi from the other world is dying because of a useless brat that knows everything about all the other parallel worlds."

"So, it was your fault that the other Tsunayoshi died?" The vampire couldn't help but smirk at the God.

"Yes. It was. And I am fixing it. Since you finally died, thanks for the priest, I decided to take you and replace the other Tsunayoshi." The God pointed towards the vampire.

"I shall live again?" The brunet asked. "Because, I don't know if you know this, but I really didn't want to continue with my life." He said, laughing humorlessly. "I could have killed the priest, yet, I let him. I don't want to replace anybody."

"Please, vampire. I need you." God begged.

"Let us make a deal then. Once I accomplish your mission, you will leave me to die." The vampire said, crossing his arms against his chest.

"That sounds perfect. I am sure you will change your opinion anyway…" The God laughed. "Just so you know, your soul is already corrupted with your vampirism. Although I am God, I refuse to change your nature. You did this to yourself. It was your own choice. I will not change that." The brunet narrowed his eyes. "You will become Sawada Tsunayoshi as a vampire. You will still be the No-Life-King."

"I have nothing to say about that. I gave up on my humanity many years ago." He smirked. The God smiled.

"Now, then. Farewell, vampire."

~x~

The vampire stared at the young child. It was like seeing yourself through the mirror. Except, the person before the brunet was younger and he was a human being.

"Oh! Are you the adult version of me?" The teen asked in a sweet tone. Somehow, the vampire felt connected to his voice.

"Not quite, boy."

"Then why do you look like me? I always kept wondering if I would be handsome! And you do look amazing!" He stated. The vampire watched as the young teen moved his tiny and weak body, bouncing while the medical bed squeaked in defeat. "But…"

The brunet glanced towards his other self from another world. The young teen suddenly had a sorrowful smile in his reddened lips. The vampire let his senses around the boy. The scent was, certainly, of illness and death. And, hearing the sound of his organs working slowly each minute that passed, the brunet concluded that the young child had only a few minutes left.

"The doctor says things behind my back. Always about the same thing. Cancer and months." The child muttered. The vampire, however, could hear it perfectly. And, somehow, inside his lifeless heart, the feeling of sympathy rose slowly. "I know I'm ill, but I never thought it was that bad." The brunet smiled sadly. "Mom was crying last time. She said that she loved me. And then… And then… I'm going to die."

The teen broke. Heavy tears left out of the corner of his eyes. The vampire felt pure and genuine sorrow. Something a teen should never feel in their short life. Moved by a strange feeling, the creature of the night slowly walked towards the boy. The teen observed the man in front of him, glassy brown-eyes glancing at orange irises. The vampire reached with his hands the small boy, suddenly feeling the bond between them. They were the same person, from different worlds. The bond was way too strong.

"Please, sir, I don't want to leave my mom alone! I don't want to disappear!" The teen sobbed, staining the black suit that covered the vampire's body. Though, he did not care about those tears. The brunet only cared for the teen. "Please, sir, I must not die! My dad is working and he can't take care of mom! I— please!"

"I'm afraid I have nothing to assist you, boy. Sadly, I have no such power to bring the dead back to life." The vampire whispered. The adolescent boy had his eyes widened with pure shock. "But I can do one thing."

"What?! Can you help me? Please, I would give you my soul!" The teen begged.

"I'm not the devil, boy." He chuckled amused. "But someone asked me a favor. I can take your place as Tsunayoshi. I can take care of your family." The vampire muttered, waiting for a response.

The teen was thinking over and over the same thing. Of course, any human being would want to stay alive, and not simply be replaced. Yet, the boy, somehow, understood that he had simply no other choice left. He did not want to abandon his mother alone, however, he did not have the power to stay alive. He stretched his arm, analyzing it. It was weak and slim. He could no longer live under such circumstances. He peered up. Brown-eyes encountered those mysterious orange irises.

"If you could protect them… If you could stay with my mother…" He murmured. "Then, I would have no regrets. Plus, you sounded gentle and nice. I trust you." The vampire glanced toward the boy. Determination filled the young boy's heart. He was prepared for his own death. Such a funny thing to see. A boy willing to sacrifice himself for his family. While the vampire sacrificed his humanity to destroy his own family. He chuckled, his fingers caressing the cheeks of the teen.

"Then, I shall take your blood," the vampire said, approaching the young boy's neck.

Drink it and we shall be together once more.