Finally, chapter 8. Sorry. Notes at the end.

"Hidaka-san?"

He looked up, wiping tears from his eyes, "Hnn?"

"Hidaka-san, Souma Hatori. I…worked with Kudou-san tonight."

"How… How is he? Is he ok? And Aya?"

Hatori shook his head sadly, "I'm sorry, but neither of them made it." He offered a small packet of tissues from his pocket, which Ken gratefully took. "Fujimiya-san died on impact; Kudou-san suffered severe head trauma, and a fractured spine. We worked as hard as we could, but…"

Ken's vision went blurry, though from tears or something else, he knew not, "Youji… Aya… Youji…k'so…"

"I'm very sorry, Hidaka-san. Would you like some time? We also have in-hospital councilors, if you'd like."

"No, I'll be ok. Is there anything else?"

"We'll need to contact their families. Do you have names and phone numbers?" Hatori placed a forced, professional smile on his face.

"Family? They have no family. I'm all they have." Ken buried his face in his hands, trying to hold back harsh sobs. "Aya… Aya has a sister, but I'd like to tell her myself. Youji only had me…" Ken moved mechanically, going through the motions, but nothing would stick.

Another hour gone by found the ex-soccer player alone in a park. Only hours ago he'd been curled in Youji's arms, lazing in the afterglow of pre-lunch sex. Now he was completely alone; Youji and Aya were gone due to an untimely car accident, and they hadn't herd from Omi in over four months.

"Even soccer has no meaning anymore. What do I do now? What's my purpose in life?" he leaned against a tree, looking out over down-town Tokyo from across the lake. "What now? I have no Youji, no Aya, and no Omi… Goddammit."

For hours Ken sat silently contemplating things, most of which ended with his being dead by morning. By the time night fell, Ken had almost completely given up on life.

"It's a bit premature for you to be sliding off the mortal coil, isn't it, Hidaka?"

Ken looked up, eyes red with tears long-since dried up, "Schwarz. What do you want?"

Nagi dropped gracefully to the ground, quite unafraid of the assassin next to him, "I can give you what you want. You'll be dead to the world, more so than you are now." Seeing no reaction in the soulless blue-green eyes, he tried again, "Omi is with us. He's happy. You want to be with Omi, don't you?"

"Omi… I miss Omi" Ken blinked slowly, mind trying to process the new information. "Wanna see Omi. Can I see Omi now? He's still alive?"

Nagi smiled sadly, "Yes, in a manner of speaking. Would you like me to take you to him, Hidaka-san?" Midnight eyes locked with sea-green as Nagi took Ken's left hand into his, lifting the wrist to his lips, "You want to be one of us, don't you, Hidaka-san? Like Omi?" Petal lips caressed the tender flesh of the wrist, tasting the salt flavour that was sweat and tears. :You'll never have to kill for Kritiker again…"

"Be with Omi again? And I wouldn't have to kill?" Hope slowly crept into Ken's eyes; the boy's promises sounded very nice… "What's the catch?"

Nagi smiled against Ken's wrist, "Belong to me." Tiny fangs tore into tender flesh, spilling crimson fluid from the veins. "Shh…" Nagi lifted a finger to Ken's lips, though no noise of protest was made.

Ken stared blankly at the wrist to which Nagi had attached himself, mind refusing to fully grasp exactly what was happening. "This is why Omi was…?" He placed a hand mindlessly in Nagi's hair, feeling the soft texture without really noticing it. He felt his head swim, though from depression or blood loss, he was unsure. Blood pounded in his ears and his breath came in shallow gasps. Ken let his hand drop to his side, the desire for sleep falling over him like a thick blanket. "C'n I see Omi now…?"

Nagi looked up, pulling his lips from Ken's wrist. "Soon, Hidaka-san, soon. Here, drink." He bit delicately into his own wrist, bringing forth of red which he placed to Ken's mouth. It was strange, being drained while getting nothing in return, even though he had already fed from the boy. Crawford had always given back to him, always shared the blood. This one…it wasn't time yet the share. Not now, maybe not ever. He wouldn't make the same stupid mistake that Crawford had.

Ken drank from the wrist like a starving newborn, pulling life from the coppery fluid. Blood pounded in his ears, louder than any music he'd ever heard, deafening though only he could hear it. A tingling warmth spread through his body, definite but not unpleasant. With the blood came feelings. Joy and sorrow and anger, none of which were his own. Ken pulled away from the boy, his head reeling, "Is this what you did to Omi?"

"Hai. Schuldich made him. As I have made you."

"'Made'?" he sat back heavily against the tree. "They're real then, huh? Vampires, I mean?"

Nagi nodded. "They are. We are. And now you are. Does this displease you?"

"Dunno. Don't really care. Got nothing left to live for, nothing to do. Might as well." He rubbed at his temples, trying to rid himself of the onslaught of foreign emotions wiggling their way into his head. "What's wrong with my head? It's like someone is in there giving off all kinds of funny emotions and stuff."

"Emotions? A lot of good that will do…"

"What do you mean? Why are they there?"

"Everyone has latent powers hidden within them; giving the Gift brings them forth. You, it seems, are an Empath." Nagi shrugged lightly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Usually Empaths don't serve as much. There's nothing physical you can do, and little in the way of offense or defense. Maybe you'll get lucky and have a bit of Healing. Otherwise, all you can do is feel other people's emotions."

Ken frowned, "How boring. What can Omi do?"

"Pyrokinesis. He starts fires with his mind, basically."

"Oh." A moment of silence stretched between the two brunettes, not quite amicable, but not uncomfortable, either. "This is going to suck, isn't it?"

~*~

Three months. Three months of dancing around, and he was getting quite tired of it.

"Just take him, Bradley. We've trained him, we've raised him, and we've made him a damned good vampire. But he's still a teenaged boy. He needs sex and so do you."

"Schuldich…" Crawford sighed, shaking his head, "It's true, it has been quite some time. However, I refuse to take the boy against his will in this."

The redhead smirked, "Believe me, Brad, it wouldn't be against his will at all. His shielding is still terrible when he sleeps."

"Is that so?" He'd been ignoring his Visions of the boy lately, as most of them contained the two of them in a heated embrace. "I will give him his time; he will come to me when he is ready." Another Vision flashed before his mind's eye, and as for once it had nothing to do with Omi, he allowed it to play out for him. It was short, but told him more than enough. "It appears that we'll be having an unwelcome visitor."

~*~

They were greeted at the door with a scowl, "Don't you have a key, Naoe?"

"Omi!"

Omi had to brace himself against the doorframe as a blur of colours attached itself to him, "K…Ken-kun?"

"Omi, Omi, Omi, I missed you!" Ken sank to his knees, nuzzling his face into Omi's stomach like a child, "Finally I can see you again. I can—"

"Naoe Nagi."

The three of then froze, startled by the cold sound of Crawford's voice. All colour and emotion drained from Nagi's face, his eyes freezing into hardened pools of midnight ice. "Crawford. You've already taken one Kitten away from me; you won't have this one as well."

Inhuman speed brought Crawford to stand in front of Nagi, and a loud slap rang out through the silent foyer. "First you took Tsukiyono, and now Hidaka, neither of which were sanctioned. it was forbidden, yet you have done this twice now." He delivered another blow to the boy's face, marring the pale skin. "You have defied me more times than I care top count, boy. For over 10,000 years I have kept you, yet you go against my every word and you appreciate nothing that I give you." One hand reached out to haul Omi towards him, holding the boy close as if proving some point. "Leave, Nagi. I hope you have chosen your new companion well, because he is now all you have. If I ever see either of you again I will kill you both." It was not a threat but a promise.

"Omi….? I wanted to be with Omi! I miss him!" Ken looked forlornly at his former teammate, "You said I could be with Omi now…" He turned to glance at Nagi, "You promised! He's all I have left and you promised!"

"Ken-kun? You didn't?"

Ken smiled sadly at his friend, showing small fangs. "I did. He wouldn't let me kill myself, but he said I could be with you…"

"Ken-kun, why?"

"Youji…Aya…they…"

"Youji-kun? Aya-kun? They're….You cant mean…?" Omi crumpled to the ground at Crawford's feet, face going completely blank. He struggled to hold back the sobs that threatened to come as Nagi and Ken were forcefully shown the door by Crawford, who slammed it shut with an air of finality. "I….I'll never get to see them again, will I?" A streak of red ran unbidden down his cheek. Harsh sobs fell from his lips as crimson tears fell from his eyes, lamenting the friends he'd once had.

"Omi…" Soft lips pressed to his, stifling his sobs. Crawford pulled the boy to his feet and pulled him closer, "Come here, child."

"Crawford-san, my friends…. The only friends I've ever had. And Ken-kun…why did you make Ken-kun leave?"

Crawford's grip tightened on the boy, "He belongs to Nagi now, and I release all claim on either of them. Come then, come back to your room." He led the boy up the stairs.

"Demo, Ken-kun…who's going to train him? Where are they going to go?" Omi sat on the edge of his bed, wiping crimson stains from his cheeks, "Crawford-san, why are my tears red?"

"I'm rather surprised that you even have them. We are unable to cry tears, as you know, but the tear ducts still are able to function. However, rather than producing tears, they tap into your blood supply. It happens very rarely, but it does happen." He sat on the bed, pulling Omi close to him, "These things happen, humans die, sooner or later. You should know this by now."

"Sou…" Omi lifted his face, looking up at the man through lowered lashes, "Crawford-san?" Carefully he crawled into the man's lap and pulled him into a slow kiss. His mind was fuzzed yet clear; he wanted solace and comfort and didn't care how.

Another Vision of bared flesh crossed Crawford's mind, this time allowed to play out as he pulled Omi fully into his lap and let his hands begin a slow trek across clothed skin. Clothes were pulled gently away from pale flesh and tossed to the floor to be forgotten. "Is this what you want?"

Omi nodded quickly, squirming out of his final piece of clothing. "Need you…" he took Crawford's hand in his and placed it deliberately over his growing arousal. "please, please. Make it go away. Don't make me be alone anymore."

Ah, so that was what had truly brought this on. With two friends dead and the other exiled, the boy was afraid of being alone. Not the circumstances Crawford would have preferred the boy to come to him in, but it would do. He feathered small kisses in Omi's hair, working the blonde's erection with slow, even strokes. "this, too, mind you, is not something that can be given back once gone. You are a virgin still, am I correct?"

Omi blushed and looked away, "Hai, I know. I want this." He whimpered at the friction caused by Crawford's hand, "please, I want you to…" He extended his arm far enough to pull out the drawer from the bedside table and shuffled things around until he produced a small tube of lubricant. "Schu gave it to me," he offered in way of an explanation.

"If you are sure then," Crawford pushed Omi off his lap long enough to remove his own clothing quickly and perfunctorily. He reclaimed his seat on the end of the bed and pulled the boy down to straddle his lap. "You never answered my question."

"Which question would that be?" the youth feigned ignorance as he allowed his hands to travel in awe over the man's body. It was nicer than he'd imagined, smooth and flawless, slightly warm to the touch. Rather than hearing the answer that he already knew, he locked Crawford's lips in a heated kiss. Hands that had been exploring his body were removed and he whimpered at the loss of contact. However, rather than the hands returning at the protest a single slicked finger down his back and into the smooth valley of flesh to seek out the tiny puckered entrance hidden there. The boy gasped, wrenching his lips from Crawford's.

"Shh, child." He chided, sliding the finger in slowly, almost gasping himself at the heat and tightness. It had been centuries since he'd last had a virgin, and it was almost like a new experience for him. He wriggled the finger slightly, pushing past the ring of muscle to ease the passage. "Relax. If you tense up it will only hurt more."

Omi nodded clumsily, taking a breath and willing himself to relax into the foreign touch. It didn't so much hurt as it was a new sensation, a different feeling in a place that had never before been touched. The finger moved in, out here, there, only to be removed and replaced, this time with another joining it. The boy whimpered, pushing back against the fingers that scissored inside him. He was growing impatient; was all this stretching really necessary? His tolerance for pain was higher now that it had been when he had been human, so wouldn't it be ok to just go for it? "Crawford-san, onegai…"

He looked at the boy, inserting a third slicked finger. Crawford didn't want to hurt the child, though he knew better than to think this lovely writing thing in his lap as a child." Are you sure you're ready?"

"Hai, I'm sure., I'm not a doll, Crawford-san. I won't break easily, and if I do, I can heal." A look of determination flashed in his eyes as he rubbed himself against the man's torso, "If you don't do it soon, I will."

This was a side to Omi that he'd not seen before; would he always be this demanding in bed? Crawford found himself almost hoping that he would. With a final spreading of his fingers he removed them and positioned himself at Omi's entrance. Slowly but with no word of warning he pulled the boy down, down unto his lap until they were fully connected and he could feel the tight ring of muscles squeezing him gently.

A cry escaped Omi's lips; he'd known there would be some discomfort, but it felt as if he were being split in two. Some parts of the body, he concluded, were decidedly not made for that sort of thing. He held himself still on Crawford's lap, shyly aware of the man's gaze trained on him as he forced himself to relax and adjust until the pain subsided to a dull throbbing. Nodding his readiness he buried his face I Crawford's neck, nipping gently at the pulsing vein just under the skin. Crawford's hands went to his hips and he was pulled up, pulled back down, repeated maddeningly slowly. He bit down, bringing a small fount of blood up to wash over his lips.

Crawford groaned, speeding his thrusts to now match the pounding of his blood that flowed so willingly into the boy's mouth. Not a drop of the red fluid ran down his neck; Omi prided himself on being neat. The boy was so hot, so tight…more so than Nagi had been in centuries. He pulled his young lover close, teeth tearing into tender flesh. It was the first time in months that they had shared themselves; only once before had they done it, just after Omi had arrived, causing this whole mess. Crawford thought now would be a good time to do it again.

Omi gasped, pleasure mixing with pain and the blood-lust to form a dangerous cocktail. It wasn't exactly how he's thought his first time would be, but then again, he'd never exactly planned on being a vampire, either. Tossing all remaining nervousness to the wind, Omi bared down slightly upon Crawford's chest until the older man was flat on his back, legs dangling off the side of the bed. Somewhat reluctantly he sat up, relinquishing his snack and depriving Crawford of his own. A feeling of absolute power came over him, and that in itself was almost enough to make him climax, but he held back, canting his hips almost violently against Crawford, hie own straining erection bobbing happily in time to each thrust.

Crawford had never expected such a normally quiet, respectful boy to be so be so boisterous and wanton in bed; he was the complete opposite of Nagi, who was rather shy and reserved both in bed and out. It was a refreshing -and quite pleasing- change. His hands fell from Omi's hips to the bed covers, allowing the boy his momentary semblance of domination. Crawford knew that he could easily break Omi in half, but if being on top was what would get the boy so very excited who was he to protest? Certainly he had no complaints; the sight of that constantly-bobbing erection that he now took into one hand and quickly began to work, along with the sweet flesh surrounding him and the fond memory of his recent taste of the boy was enough to bring him close, so close… But it was not until that cherubic face above him scrunched into an almost pained grimace and the boy came with a keening cry that Crawford allowed himself his own climax, body tightening in a welcome and familiar manner.

Breath coming in shallow gasps, Omi slumped forward bonelessly, only barely managing to catch himself with his hands upon the bed inches before colliding noses with the older man. Wordlessly he places a small kiss upon Crawford's lips before pulling away and curling into his side, suddenly shy. "Thank you…" he managed to murmur sleepily, body and emotions exhausted. "I'm actually…quite fond of you."

Ende chapter 8

Oh my bloody hell…It's been over a year. I'm so sorry. ;.; Can you ever forgive me? There's supposed to be more to this fic, so much more…But my Weiß muses have all completely left me. I'm afraid this fic will eternally be a WiP. ;.; I can try though…I owe that much to you guys, right?

I've turned to writing Harry Potter stuff lately…my muses there are almost endless at times. If you'd like to read some of my HP stuff (or other things that I've not posted on FF.net) visit me at livejournal.com/users/tomsriddle …Most of my stuff is there now, as I really don't like FF.net anymore. / But, well…there you have it. Sooo sorry it took so long. ;.; And I can't give a preview of what's to come, because I just don't know. Hopefully something though…::crosses fingers::