JC: Hey, I'm back and just recovered from this stupid writers block. I couldn't count the number of times I revised, scrapped, and wrote this chapter again. It was so infuriating that it didn't feel right. But then I got my shit together and finally updated the second to the last chapter. Yup, that's right! Finale's coming up next, but before that, let's torture ourselves with this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Diamond no Ace or its characters. The Vampire!Au is inspired by saionjiakane's art.

Craving

Assailed by an indescribable restlessness, Miyuki kept vigil at Sawamura's side for the next few hours, thinking, planning as he sat. Sawamura seemed fine for now; at least for the night, but he wasn't sure how long it'll last. He did nothing but blame himself. He felt miserable and ashamed that he had not been able to protect him again. What was more; Sawamura's teammate was the cause of all this mess.

The first-year university catcher, who was regarded as a genius, proved himself one of the most outstanding players on the team by exceeding the older catchers in terms of skill and tactics. He had shown everyone that his success on landing a position in the first string was no fluke, by exhibiting unprecedented management, game leading, and batting. He was also considered the exceptional partner for Sawamura. Everything came to him easily, effortlessly. But he never bothered to use his vampire abilities, because he did not need to. He was equipped with all the necessary talent already.

Moreover, the use of his abilities would have only warrant suspicion and unrest, especially since he's on the same team as Kuramochi and Haruno. Thus, the guy obviously used suppressants, restraining devices, and concealing spells to veil his identity as a vampire, in addition to having psychic powers. This was the only reasonable explanation as to why Kuramochi, Haruno, and Miyuki were not able to realize his true self.

"Yui Kaoru…" he said, spitting the name like poison. He was frustrated that he wasn't able to see through his ruse. His pride as a Class-S vampire was roused.

More time passed before he saw something shimmer in the corner of Sawamura's eye. Miyuki's own eyes widened. It was a tear. He couldn't believe it. After a thorough examination, Okumura had said that Sawamura has fallen in near comatose state. But the tear…

"Eijun…" Gently, he wiped the tear from his face. There was no doubt about it. Even in his unconscious state, Sawamura was lamenting about Haruichi's abduction and their current situation. And Miyuki was sure he'd be devastated if he were to find out about the phantom's true identity. "I'm sorry… I know he's your battery partner, but… I can never forgive him for what he did to you."

Carefully he leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He simply couldn't help himself. His feelings for Sawamura were always overwhelming him. And his heart might just break over the thought of never seeing Sawamura open his eyes again.

Then and there, Miyuki heard several rushing footsteps, each becoming louder and louder as it neared the door. He looked up and saw the two younger vampires with none other than Kuramochi. Miyuki's eyes were pained as he gave off a weak smile. "You're finally back, Mochi…"

As Kuramochi entered the room and saw his junior on the futon, he felt a feeling of guilt came upon him. He muttered a small curse under his breath and hurried to Sawamura's side. "Seto told me everything and I…almost couldn't believe it," he said, taking one hand into his own. He was surprised at their icy feel. "Dammit…he's so cold."

"I'm sorry…" Miyuki's voice almost rattled. He felt helpless and trapped. His thoughts were suddenly racing. He had failed Sawamura. He should have done better. "I couldn't prevent this from happening to him."

"Stupid! It's not your fault," Kuramochi berated him.

Miyuki controlled his emotions and fought back a sob. "I'm sure Eijun would say the same thing," he jeered, sighing unhappily. He looked at Sawamura again, the back of his head pressed against a white pillow, his short, silky brown hair sticking out everywhere. If Sawamura was awake at that very moment, his smile would be warm and his golden eyes would glow, while staring back at him.

Kuramochi let out a sigh as he released Sawamura's hand. "We can't do anything about Eijun's condition till we catch that bastard. Before anything else…" He straightened and looked directly at Miyuki, his eyes challenging. "Miyuki, you've been cleared of all charges."

Miyuki's eyes grew wide, his brows strained. "Cleared? How? I thought Kominato had been taken."

"Our little phantom didn't count on passing by the 2nd Progenitor's limo while making his grand escape."

"So then, Chris-senpai—"

"It was brief, but they did make eye contact." Kuramochi's smile was rapacious. "The truth's been exposed."

Miyuki felt relief, but that relief was quickly marred by worry and fear for Sawamura's life. "Tetsu-san has already given out the order, hasn't he? And I take it you're here to tell us about the hunting game." His eyes turned cold and hard. "I hope you won't have any second thoughts about pursuing your teammate, Kuramochi."

Kuramochi's eyes widened with surprise before he tossed a glance over his shoulder. He saw Okumura giving him an affirmative nod. Letting out a sigh, he ran a hand across his face. "I'm guessing you drank Eijun's blood again, but let's save all that for later." He looked back at Miyuki, his eyes narrowing. "And who said anything about having second thoughts? I'm not as forgiving as Eijun, you know."

When morning came the next day, Kuramochi sent for Okumura and Seto.

"Wow… These are kinda tight in all the wrong places," Seto said with an awkward smile. "Hey, Koushuu, do I look weird?"

"Does it even matter? If you're going to battle, these clothes are better," Okumura explained promptly.

"You hunters can really fight in this?"

"You'll get used to it, Taku."

The two young vampires had gotten new outfits from Kuramochi. There were the Kuramochi Faction's standard mission uniform, which consisted of a zip-up dark-blue top with black piping, black leather gloves, stretchable pants, and a pair of black combat boots. They were also issued black belts and holsters for weaponry and gear, boot knife, tranquilizers, and a mini first-aid kit. The only difference in their uniforms was the sleeves. While Okumura and Kuramochi sported long-sleeves, Seto had short sleeves.

"I gotta admit, though, these uniforms look pretty cool." Seto flashed Okumura a grin, and then set to loosening his sleeves.

Kuramochi sighed exasperatedly. "Okay, quit dilly-dallying. We've got a lot of things to do, so listen up!"

The foremost concern on their mind was the location of Kaoru Yui, and by extension, Haruichi Kominato. The faction had already investigated the Sakaki Family, as well as Yui's hideout in Nagano, but it seemed he had completely disappeared without a trace. Even the Sakaki household had no inkling to their head's sinister ploys. They were very much kept in the dark and were completely surprised to learn about his terrible deeds.

The Sakaki Family has great power and influence within the coven's infrastructure, as they were one of the first allies of the Yuki Family during the species war. Yui's predecessor was actually the first to propose the reinstatement of exiled vampires, believing that the descendants should not suffer the mistakes of their ancestors. This was one of the reasons why Yui was adopted as heir to the family. While some view him as an illegitimate son, Yui had persisted and became very respectable.

But their leader had just lost all credibility and must be stopped no matter what. Therefore, locating the Ochiai Clan was also their top priority.

"It's an all-out search, so we'll leave no stone un-turned," Kuramochi continued, hand balling into a fist in front of him.

Seto stared at Kuramochi in amazement. "The banished clan… The ones responsible for the elixir's creation."

Exiled Vampires were offenders that had committed acts of high treason, corruptions and crimes against humans and the vampire society. For many years, exiled vampires were cut off from the vampire society as punishment for whatever offense they have committed. They were forbidden to appear before other clans or to seek and receive help and support from them.

But, due to the Sakaki Family's advocacy, they were finally given hope and support. The political and social action administered by the family had been growing steadily over the years, in spite of the backlashes and repercussions they've received from other influential families.

"As stated in the Sakaki Family archives, Yui Kaoru's indeed from the Ochiai Clan," Kuramochi explained, his expression solemn. "The previous Sakaki head kept his identity a secret from the coven. There were no ulterior motives for doing so… He simply wanted to show the coven that a vampire from an exiled clan isn't bad as everyone makes them out to be."

"But Yui Kaoru ended up betraying his old man's expectations," Seto added with a sigh. "A grudge can be a dangerous thing to harbor in one's heart."

Regulating his communicator watch, Kuramochi clicked his tongue in frustration. "Holding a grudge after all these years? He should give his arm a break and let it go. But…" He paused for a while, letting his words sink as he collected his thoughts. "I guess I can't really blame him for holding onto it," he finished off as he tapped a button.

"Kuramochi-senpai…?"

"Well, seems like my men are here. They can't get in since someone tweaked the spell on the barrier." Kuramochi cocked his head at Okumura, his lips tight.

"I can't exactly change it while Eijun-senpai is still unconscious," Okumura said unflappably.

"Actually, it's better this way. We can't just trust anybody right now."

"The blood in Sawamura-senpai's body is fighting off the poison, right?" Seto said worriedly. "That's why he's in this coma-like state…"

But Kuramochi couldn't help feeling that something else seemed wrong. Growing up in the faction, he'd learned that no poison on earth could ever kill someone from Sawamura's bloodline. They possessed far more resilient bodies, and their immune system should instantly negate poison. Eijun, in particular, being the grandson of the family's late chief, should have an extremely high tolerance to poison and illness, much stronger than the average person in their clan.

Okumura had reasoned that Yui must have given Sawamura a more powerful and improved version of the elixir, one strong enough to kill a regular human instantly.

"There have been sightings in Ogawa Village, located in the Kamiminochi District of Nagano," Kuramochi informed. "We'll begin our hunt there. Seto, we'll meet outside the gates in five minutes, got that?"

"Yes, senpai."

"All right… I'll go check on Eijun one last time." And with that, Kuramochi headed off to Sawamura's quarters.

"I still can't believe I'll be hunting with the Kuramochi Faction," Seto said, his eyes brimming with excitement."

"Don't let your guard down, Taku," Okumura finally spoke, his expression calm and voice steady. Yet his eyes showed all the emotion, a mixture of concern and fear. "I wish I could join you but—"

"What are you talking about?" Seto interjected cheerfully, giving his best friend a good slap in the back. "You're Sawamura-senpai's bodyguard! Isn't it only natural for you to stay at this side? Besides, even when we're not together, we still are." He pressed a fist against Okumura's chest and grinned. "We're connected."

A smile lit up Okumura's face. "I'll be waiting for you right here, Taku."

Three days have passed since Sawamura fell into a coma, and Miyuki, as always, was at his side.

The light of tonight's full moon shone in through the window and bathed Sawamura in an ethereal glow and highlighted his bed-tousled hair. The glow slid across his face, making his skin look soft and smooth.

"Eijun…" His name escaped his lips, half a plea, beckoning him to open his eyes. Gently he caressed his cheek as he stared at him longingly.

He had consulted various texts from the library, but could not find any information that might help Sawamura's condition. "At this rate, we've got no choice but to simply wait and hope that Eijun overcomes the elixir…"

Sitting quietly, Okumura watched him from the porch, while he probed his own thoughts for possible answers. Then he said something that took Miyuki by surprise. "I wonder if Eijun-senpai is keeping himself unconscious."

"On purpose? Why would he? Wait, why would you even think that?"

"I was merely speaking my thoughts aloud."

"That's rare coming from you."

Okumura sighed. "Perhaps it's time for you to go out and get some fresh air. You've been cooped up in here for days now."

"No, I shouldn't—"

"Eijun-senpai wouldn't like seeing you all depressed like this," Okumura interrupted sharply. "I know you're worried about him, but you need to take a break once in a while."

"I'll take a break once he opens his eyes again," Miyuki said, a wistful smile appearing on his face.

"You're really stubborn, Miyuki Kazuya. Once you make a decision, you tend to forget about everything else, including your own health."

Miyuki chuckled sadly. "So I've been told…" But he did appreciate Okumura's concern for him.

Veiling his eyes, Okumura shrugged. "If Kuramochi-senpai were here, I'm sure he'll say that you look like crap." He got up. "I'll go make coffee. Would you like yours with cream?"

Miyuki smiled gratefully. "Black… Just black will do."

And Okumura then left for the kitchen.

As Miyuki looked back at Sawamura, his eyes glistened. Lowering his head, he softly kissed the top of Sawamura's head, and whispered, "Please wake up soon, Eijun…"

"Aw, how sweet of you…"

Miyuki quickly spun around, and his eyes went wide with tremendous shock of recognition. The unexpected guest sported pink hair. Thick bangs no longer covered his eyes—eyes that now gleamed red. He wore black combat garb accentuated in pink. There was no doubt that this was the person Kuramochi trusted the most on the baseball field, the other half of the keystone combo.

"K-Kominato?"

Haruichi gave Miyuki an oddly unsettling smile. "I came here for one reason only." He looked past Miyuki to Sawamura, a suspicious expression on his face. "I'm here to save Eijun-kun."

"So you've become Yui's puppet too?"

"Yui-kun opened my eyes to the truth."

"Seeing as you're Eijun's friend, it's no wonder you were able to get through the barrier. Though…I do wonder how you got passed the guards…"

Haruichi simply smiled, and the tension in the room suddenly snapped taut. "Knowing that I'm his friend, would you still lay a hand on me?"

Miyuki had known just how much Sawamura cared for Haruichi, but to use that against him…

"Now, will you please get out of my way, Miyuki Kazuya?"

"Over my dead body," Miyuki replied coldly.

"You only plan on using my friend for his blood. I can't allow that to happen." There was anger in Haruichi's eyes.

"Did Yui tell you all that?"

Haruichi didn't answer. He fell silent, his eyes glued to his friend. "If you really care about Eijun-kun, then why do you let bad things happen to him?"

Guilt flared up in a bright flash on Miyuki's face. His jaw tightened, and Haruichi could almost see his teeth grinding.

"See? You're not good enough and not strong enough to protect him."

Miyuki laughed for himself ironically. "I guess I'm just not good enough for anyone. I'm not even good enough for an explanation." His eyes began to close slowly, dark lashes veiling his eyes. "But I won't get tired of trying, even if I get scared…because I don't want to lose him."

"I realize talking to you is just a big waste of time," Haruichi told him in a tight voice. "I'm taking my friend whether you like it or not."

Miyuki quickly reached for his sword the moment he saw Haruichi draw out twin black 10mm pistols from the holsters strapped to his thighs. In a swift motion, Miyuki launched an empty glass straight at Haruichi.

Haruichi dodged the glass, and in that moment where his gun wavered, Miyuki charged. From the corner of his eye, he saw Okumura emerging from the shadows with a gunblade in hand.

"Stop!" a voice boomed, echoing out into the yard and into their ears.

The next thing they knew, their hearts were hammering, their guts were heaving. Three of them had been immobilized, tips of their weapons right before their faces. While each had a weapon poised to deliver a killing blow, their eyes were filled with confusion, surprise and fear. They couldn't move for some reason. Their brains had made the command to move, but their body had not followed suit.

But they remembered someone yelling 'Stop!' moments ago. Who was it?

"Kazuya, that's enough." The words projected directly into Miyuki's head, and the voice behind them was soft, gentle and soothing.

"You're tired, aren't you?"

Eijun?

Sure enough, it was Sawamura's voice. He could recognize his voice anywhere, and this time was no different.

"Let's end this once and for all…"

Wait, what?

"Please, sleep for now…"

Miyuki's eyes fluttered and closed, then darkness claimed him.

The next thing he knew there was something warm against his cheek. He was suddenly awake. He sat upright, with no idea of how long he had been asleep. And before he puzzled over what it was that had awakened him, he heard someone giggle. He turned his head sharply, then froze, his eyes growing wide.

"Eijun…?"

Two beautiful golden eyes stared back at him with a smile of heavenly bliss. Silky brown hair framed his cute face and teased his cheeks. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Kazuya," he said in a voice so warm and comforting.

"Is this a dream?"

Sawamura sighed happily. "A dream, eh?" He put his warm hands on Miyuki's shoulders, sliding them down to his arms, holding him tight. Then he leaned in from his position, his breath hot against his neck. "Does this feel like a dream?"

At that Miyuki drew him closer, his arms wrapping around Sawamura, his head resting against his shoulder. "You're awake…" His face was a contradicting well of emotion; his eyes, welled up with unshed tears, contrasted with the broad, joyful grin. "You're finally awake!" He hugged him as tightly as he dared, his whole body shaking in joy.

"Shhhh, I'm all right, Kazuya, as you can see. And I'm glad, really glad to see you again."

Miyuki slowly broke the embrace, but still held him on his lap. "You really scared me," he said with a smile.

"You look all scruffy. And what's with the bags under your eyes?" Sawamura gently brushed his right cheek with his hand just underneath his eye.

"Someone had to watch over you, you know."

Feeling guilty, Sawamura frowned and looked down. "I'm sorry…"

"Hey now, it's not your fault…" Miyuki cupped his face, lifting it so he could look into those golden eyes. "C'mon, no need to feel bad."

"Kazuya, I—" Sawamura suddenly coughed viciously.

Miyuki's eyes grew wide. He felt like a fool. For just a moment, he'd forgotten just how serious Sawamura's condition was. The specks of blood on his lips drove home just how critical it was, and Miyuki held back tears as he held his arms. "Eijun, you've got to stay strong! So, please, you have to—!" He gasped, his own words cut off the moment he saw Sawamura's eyes. He felt his heart sink.

Gold had turned to red like the color of fresh blood.

"Argh…!" Clawing at his chest, Sawamura pushed Miyuki away and plunged to the floor. He was in so much pain, and when he swallowed, it was clearly with great effort. Sweat poured down his face, and Miyuki could hear his teeth squeak horribly as he gritted them. The pain was growing, becoming unbearable every second.

Miyuki had seen the anguish of the Misborns countless times. They were pitiable creatures, who went mad at the scent of blood, and their existence becoming more transient as time goes by with every use of their abilities.

As paralyzed as a cat caught by the scruff of the neck, Miyuki watched his lover helplessly. Sawamura moaned at the rending pain as the skin of his arm was ripped open by his own fangs. The scene before him made him cringe, as the scent of Sawamura's blood drifted up around him and the slurping sounds filled his ears.

Bloodlust…

There was no denying it. Miyuki was all too familiar with this and knew what he had to do. He took out his sword, bringing the sharp edge near towards his neck.

Flinging his hand out, Sawamura grabbed the blade. "Idiot! Don't do this!" he exclaimed, gripping the sword tightly, drawing out his own blood.

The scent of Sawamura's blood continued to fill Miyuki's senses, yet he kept his instincts in control as he stared straight into Sawamura's blood-red eyes. "Your blood won't be enough."

Sawamura shook his head violently. "This'll pass… Don't get all worked up for nothing!" He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and squeezed until his knuckles turned white as he glared up at Miyuki. His breath came in pants, and he shivered greatly as if it was freezing. "I might…I might end up hurting you."

For him to still think of Miyuki was so like Sawamura. He was doing everything in his power to contain the hunger, the madness of desire and lust. But Miyuki could easily imagine the pain Sawamura was experiencing right now. There was no time to waste. Without a word, he drew the blade across the side of his neck, leaving a line of thick red blood.

"H-Hey… What the hell are you doing?!"

"Returning the favor," was Miyuki's response as a gentle smile graced his lips.

Bleak, black despair swamped his vision "I…No…I just can't!" Sawamura looked away, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Frantically he fought the yearning to leap on Miyuki and drain him dry. He roared with the agony.

Miyuki couldn't back down. This was his chance to do something for him; to repay him for blood he had shared with him. But more importantly, he just couldn't watch him suffer any more. He grasped his shoulders, forcing him to look at him. "You don't only belong to yourself, you know… Everything you have, every part of you… They're mine as well…and it hurts me so much to see you like this. So, Eijun, please…"

Though he tried desperately not to, Sawamura's eyes were drawn to his neck; to the thick red blood that dripped down from the wound. His teeth clenched and his hands flexed, but he couldn't resist. Miyuki's scent was crushing him, and it was only moments before he finally gave in. Cursing under his breath, his mouth clamped over the wound. When the first drops hit his tongue, incredible pleasure shot through his body. Finally he had discovered the sweet ecstasy of blood.

Momentarily Sawamura wondered if it was the same for Miyuki whenever he drank his blood. But the madness began its distortion. His heart pounded sorely in his chest, loud as the hooves of a frightened horse. His wits spun as he forced the insanity back.

Blinding pain burned through his neck as he felt the fangs sink into his skin. Miyuki closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around Sawamura firmly. Sawamura was sucking at his neck, pulling his blood from his body and drinking it. He drank hard, the hold of the bloodlust unmistakable. And still, Miyuki held him tighter, succumbing to his lover's voraciousness.

How much time had passed with Sawamura sucking the blood from him through his neck?

Suddenly, a dry ache was all he could think about, and the more he thought about it, the more it hurt. Without warning, Miyuki let out a sharp intake of breath.

"Kazuya…" Sawamura pulled away and called out his name, his voice breathy and horse, as trails of blood trickled down from his mouth.

Miyuki's hand flew up to cup his own throat, the pain of thirst taking place.

Gradually Sawamura gazed at the full moon outside, the redness of his eyes a deep contrast to the pale white light. "Tonight's moon is very pretty."

"Eijun…?"

Red met red, and Sawamura sighed as he caressed Miyuki's cheek with his bloody hand. His mouth twisted up in a half-smile, and he set the cool blade of the sword against the skin between the neck and the shoulder. Blood oozed out as he closed his eyes, and then he felt Miyuki's lips press against him. As he felt him begin to drink, he lowered his own mouth back to his wound to do the same.

Even under such circumstances, they felt a strange feeling of joy and warmth.

"So, this is how your blood tastes like…" Sawamura's voice was a soft whisper against his neck, and it made Miyuki feel at ease. "I never thought there'd be a day when I would need your blood…"

Silence filled the room.

Miyuki pulled away, bringing his hands down to Sawamura's arms, and just stared at him. He already knew what he was about to say, but he didn't stop him.

"I think you should stay away from me for now. It'll be for a little while, that's all."

"You're not going to ask me what I think about this?"

"Unlike you, I'm a Misborn. I can go mad at any time." Sawamura made sure there was no hesitation in his voice. "Even before I even realized what was going on with me, your scent had been driving my senses nuts. That's why…I want us to be apart for a while."

Miyuki narrowed his eyes. "Why does it feel like you're saying goodbye?"

"I don't want to hurt you. I don't even know if I can control the monster inside me." There was despair swirling inside him and clouding his mind. He had experienced dreams during his state of unconsciousness, and every one of his dreams was of blood and gore, of pain and torment. He remembered the dreadful feeling, the anguish he had felt and the bitterness, and how he had wanted to erase them from his mind.

Miyuki let out a long, resigned sigh, and lowered his head, gathering his thoughts. "Eijun, I've told you before that I want to spend my life with you… And you said that you wanted to be with me."

"Yes…I did…" Sawamura's heart ached at the thought of being separated from him. He took all the strength he could muster to hold back the tears that threatened to pour from his eyes.

"I know what I want… I know what I need…" Miyuki's voice almost cracked, and his eyes gleamed as he squeezed his arms firmly. "Eijun, you're the path I've chosen!" he exclaimed, pushing Sawamura down on the futon, as he wrapped his hand around his wrist.

Sawamura's face was so close to his that he could feel his breath against his cheek.

"You're the only one who could mess me up this badly, you know… But I've already made my decision and it'll always be you, Eijun."

As Sawamura looked into Miyuki's eyes, he could see the unsettled emotions swirling behind them: anger at himself, frustration with his own uncertainty and regrets…

"I know I'm not good enough for you, but you've given me so much… That's why I want to be the one who can make you the happiest."

"Kazuya…"

"That's what it means to be in love, right?" Miyuki bared his heart to him with a gentle smile and eyes brimming with longing.

"It's the same for me." Sawamura's voice cracked as he spoke. "No matter what, I'll choose you in the end, Kazuya."

"You're really the best, Eijun," Miyuki said as a tear cascaded down his cheek. He leaned down, weaving his fingers between his, and landed a kiss on his soft lips. Sawamura's hand was warm and strong, and it gripped tight, as if he would never let go.

Miyuki was tender and sweet and he whispered sweet nothings to Sawamura, telling him how beautiful he was, how amazing and warm. He caressed him and looked deep into his gold eyes as he made love to him. He kissed his neck, his collarbone, his nipples and arms. His strokes were long, slow, deep, and thoughtful, but yielding and pulsating. He savored his sex, savored his touch, and made Sawamura feel so loved.

In that room, with the moon as their silent witness, the most overwhelming feeling teeming in their hearts was the desire to be closer to each other. It was as though the first time they made love, in a way that transcended the mere physical, they just simply never stopped. It was gentle, passionate, and deliberate. They made love as if they had all the time in the world and no place else to be.

They wanted to give each other everything.

And so, in that fusion, they vowed silently to themselves that they would love and treasure each other forever.

"Following the apprehension of the 13th and 17th Progenitor, we've also managed to detain the Shirakawa, Tachi, and Ogawa Clans, the three being banished clans," Seto announced, reading off the report from the tablet in his hand. He and Kuramochi were currently in a large van fully equipped with computers and weapons, en route back to the ancestral land.

Chris's involvement in the investigation, along with the leads and indications of connections, had aided the coven tremendously in fishing out Yui's cohorts. It turned out that two more progenitors were in cahoots with the guy. With the assistance of the Shirakawa, Tachi, and Ogawa, they were creating an army of Misborns to overthrow the coven.

And additionally, although the 19th Progenitor Masashi Yuki was convicted of obstruction of justice, Chris revealed that Masashi truly had no knowledge about Yui's crimes. Tetsuya Yuki had been extremely grateful that his younger brother was innocent.

"However, there had been no indication of any involvement from the Ochiai Clan," Seto continued, a look of uneasiness apparent on his face. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked up from his report to the hunter seated casually on the leather seat. "Not even in the Sawamura-Okumura Massacre… Senpai, what do you think?"

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Kuramochi shifted in his seat. "I think we need a vacation from all this shit… The Sakaki archives clearly stated that Yui is from the Ochiai Clan. Hell, he's even the previous head!" He shifted with his chin cupped in his right hand, his elbow braced on his knee, pondering, searching desperately for an explanation to the complicated problem. "But we investigated the clan carefully… and we didn't find any faults. The current leader was even surprised to learn about Yui's crimes."

"Two families from the coven were involved, but not the Sakaki. Other banished clans were in it, but not his own…"

Kuramochi had been concerned about that as well. "And don't you think that everything that's happened recently is a little too easy? Sure, we haven't found Haruichi yet, but all the leads we've been getting have been pretty damn convenient."

"Almost like following a trail of bread crumbs… You think Yui wanted us to capture his accomplices?"

"Who knows? His actions never make sense most of the time."

"But we've been led straight to two of the perpetrators within the coven…"

"The 13th and 17th have always been accused of corruption, and it turns out they were the ones who gave the orders to exterminate the Sawamura Clan and the Okumura Faction. Now that they've been exposed, the council is sure to convict them of high treason." Kuramochi shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. "That little bastard actually did us a favor."

Seto cupped his chin with his free hand, pondering for a few moments. "Could it be that everything Yui's done up to this point was all for—"

A sudden explosion of noise from outside cut him off, and the van itself shook. Shocked glances were exchanged between Seto and Kuramochi as another hunter came through the door, distress plain on his face. "Sir, we're under attack by Misborns!"

"What?! Why does it have to be now?!" Kuramochi cursed under his breath, pushing himself off the chair. "Seto, let's go!"

"I'm right behind you, Kuramochi-senpai!" Seto promptly replied.

They ran through the door, then came to a sudden halt, frozen by the scene before them. Everywhere they looked were bodies. Misborns rampaged, blood fell like rain. Hunters moved around the fallen, checking for life. They slit the throat of their enemies and delivered crushing blows. Those that could be saved, they lifted up and carried away. But some were being feasted upon by these mad creatures. The forest reeked of slaughter, the air ripe with the charnel stench of blood.

"My squad…" Kuramochi muttered, clenching his hands tight.

"If the Misborns are here, then Yui Kaoru must be nearby as well," Seto said.

"Where?!" roared Kuramochi, his eyes displaying the anger and hate burning inside him. "Where the hell is that bastard?!" One of the Misborns who'd leapt at him only fell victim to his blades and dropped to the ground with a painful groan.

There was hell to pay.

What was he doing here?

Okumura sat up on the cool, wooden floor of the porch, and brought a hand up to his forehead. His head throbbed horribly and felt oddly stuffy. Wasn't he supposed to make coffee in the kitchen? He tried to remember, but that made his head throb worse. His body felt heavy, as if he just awoke from a long sleep.

Everything around him was completely silent, and there was no sign of anyone else around. He noticed that the dawn light was coming. That strange stillness and uneasiness before the day made him feel peculiarly hollow. There was this dull feeling in his chest and stomach that suggested something was wrong, a nagging feeling that there was something he should know, something he should remember. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He got up nonetheless, shaking off the feeling as best he could. Holding a hand to his head, he started toward the kitchen. Then he stopped, dumbstruck by the sight before his eyes.

Was he dreaming?

But no matter how many times he blinked, the figure before him refused to fade away.

"Eijun-senpai…?"

Has he awakened at last? However, Sawamura didn't acknowledge him. He continued to walk, seemingly unaware of Okumura's presence.

"Senpai!"

Sawamura wasn't answering him. Couldn't he hear him calling?

A feeling of dread upon him, Okumura called out to him again, but still Sawamura did not turn around. And so, Okumura chased after him to the garden area of the estate. Then, when he reached the bridge over the large pond, Okumura saw a familiar person sitting on the bridge's railing and stopped in his tracks.

"Kominato-senpai?"

"You woke up sooner than expected, Okumura-kun." Haruichi hopped off the railing and stood beside Sawamura.

Drawing out his gun, Okumura pointed it straight at Haruichi. He didn't miss the blood-red color of madness in the smaller boy's eyes and felt sorry for his senior. "It's been a while, Kominato-senpai. I see you're no longer human."

Haruichi regarded him with an eerie beatific smile on his cute face. "Sharp as always… Don't tell me you're going to fight me?"

"It is my duty to protect Eijun-senpai at all times, no matter the circumstances. Rest assured, I will not kill you."

"You heard him…" Haruichi cocked his head at Sawamura. "What are you going to do, Eijun-kun?"

Sawamura had his back turned to Okumura all this time, and seemed so distant, so unanimated and cold. And when he finally looked back at him, Okumura was shocked to find glowing red eyes, their blood-like color standing out against the pale expanse of his skin. An emotionless mask was in place, tight against his face.

"Senpai…you've—"

"I'm sorry, Koushuu. I just…" Sawamura looked away. Even so, Okumura caught a glimpse of the anguish behind his eyes. "I just need to do this. I'm truly sorry." He turned to leave, bidding his junior a silent goodbye, and Haruichi followed suit.

"Wait, senpai!"

"Don't follow me!"

Those words projected into his mind as Okumura propelled forward, his hand shooting out to stop Sawamura, and in the next instant, encountered only thin air. He blinked in surprise, realizing there was no one else there but him. He looked around, almost like a lost child at a school outing. And last time he checked, it was still a little dark out. The skies have lightened without him realizing it, signifying that some time has passed.

Somehow it felt all too familiar, as if it had happened before.

Okumura could feel his mind was in search of answers, and he also knew how determined his mind could be. His subconscious thoughts had gone over what had happened last night. He remembered preparing coffee in the kitchen and then someone came. He remembered drawing his gunblade before waking up on the porch.

There was Kominato-senpai…

And Eijun-senpai's goodbye…

A tremor of terror rose from the pits of his heart at the realization. Clearly there was a gap in his memory, as though someone had deliberately fiddled with his mind. But, more than anything, his senior was…

"It can't be…"

Seized by anxiety, Okumura turned on his heel and ran back to the mansion.

Years living as vampire had never made him a morning person, so Miyuki was usually never seen out of bed before noon under his own free will. But waking up next to him had made him one. Every morning when he wakes up he wanted his face to be the first thing he saw, and he always wanted the taste of his lips to be the last thing he remembers before sleep claims him every night. To fall asleep next to him and to wake up next to him, he was sure both didn't outweigh the other.

Remembering all the intimacies they'd shared when they made love last night, the warmth of a blush crept up his neck and across his cheeks. He made love to Sawamura with slow, tender passion, and he remembered how Sawamura had cried and expressed his love for him. They had kissed, bit and licked showing how much their body had craved for one another, and got drunk in the euphoria of each other's blood.

Love in its truest and fiercest form. It was clearly evident, along with the craving of the most legitimate and oddest nature. Love that melted into desires, then melted into the night with the moon as their only bystander.

Smiling in satisfaction, he lazily stretched out to his right for his love. However, his questing arm found only empty space. Abruptly sitting up, hoping to find a sleeping beauty, but the other side of the futon was empty. Only telltale stains of blood were there. Slight panic began to set in. Of course, his mind took in all the possibilities like he could have gone to the kitchen or the toilet, yet there was something about this that stirred him in the wrong way.

"He's probably in the kitchen right now stuffing his face."

Since Sawamura received proper blood consumption last night, his taste buds must have gone back to normal.

Or was it different for Misborns?

But then the image of red eyes and pained expression came to him. Every muscle in his body tensed instantly. What flashed through his mind next was an image of Haruichi. He took a deep breath, trying desperately to cool his bearings.

Slipping a shirt on, Miyuki walked onto the patio and looked out into the garden. His brain fought to think through the shroud of fog now swirling around inside his head. He searched his thoughts like he was reading a book, flipping through the pages of his mind. Amid the mind probing, his eyes caught something glimmering on the ground…shards of a broken glass.

He only stared fixedly upon it as if he was spell-weaved. Suddenly, the missing pages of his memories were dislodged. He remembered hurling that glass at Haruichi as a mean of distraction before he and Okumura charged at him, and most especially, he remembered the voice before their bodies ceased to move.

"Eijun…No, no, it can't be…"

An ominous feeling, a dreary trepidation, crept to the surface. A lump in the throat, his heart skipped as if the roller coaster had sharply dropped, the tracks rickety beneath the car.

Hurried footsteps on the ground alerted him to his fellow vampire. He looked up to see Okumura, his usually composed expression now replaced by one of pain and unease. He watched him open his mouth and dreaded the words he was about to say.

"Eijun-senpai's gone…"

The mountain path was rough and jagged. They walked silently on, with as much rapidity as the uneven path would permit, while their steps broke on the quietness around them. Sawamura kept glancing over towards Haruichi, and every time Haruichi looked over his way, Haruichi would smile.

And it pained him to see blood-red eyes equally matching his own. His good friend and teammate now a Misborn and under the control of their enemy—Sawamura grimaced at the thought.

"Eijun-kun, I've gotta ask…" Haruichi said, matching Sawamura's pace, as he smiled. "What exactly did you do to us last night?"

"Do what exactly?"

"It was your voice I heard. You yelled 'Stop!' and all of sudden we couldn't move."

Sawamura hesitated for a moment, and then, when he opened his mouth say something—

"Thank you for bringing him here, Kominato-san." There, under the canopy of a tall tree, stood a masked figure in a dark cloak. Even with the mask, his eyes glowed like the blood moon. The smile on his face was enigmatic. "Sawamura-san, it's such a pleasure to see you again."

Two glowing red eyes narrowed, just a bit. "Unfortunate choice of word… Pleasure would be the last thing on my mind when it comes to you," Sawamura said implacably. "What exactly do you intend to do with me now? I doubt it's to kill me.

The phantom chuckled. "And what makes you say that?"

"You had a lot of opportunities to do so, but you didn't… Considering that you've deliberately turned me and Haruichi into Misborns, I believe it's most likely that you intend to use us to further your schemes, whether we cooperate or not." There was no hesitation, only firm statement. Everyone who knew him didn't think he had a violent side to him, but now Sawamura looked ready to kill.

"I had hoped you would kill Miyuki Kazuya upon awakening as a Misborn. Knowing him, I'm sure he'd rather offer his blood than hurt you."

Sawamura narrowed his eyes at the implicit offense towards his lover. "My bloodlust has been sated thanks to Kazuya's blood."

"How intriguing… A vampire's blood shouldn't be enough to appease a newly-turned Misborn, because, much like Newborn Vampires, their fresh state brings an overwhelming thirst for blood. In Kominato-san's case, drinking my blood only offered temporary respite before he went into frenzy and killed several of my men. It was an absolute bloodbath until I fed him human."

Reality hit him like a truck. Haruichi's hands had been soiled. Despite being angry and upset over this, Sawamura maintained composure.

Haruichi, on the other hand, remained nonchalant.

"Yet you are quite controlled…" the phantom mused. "More so than I expected, as if you had mentally prepared for this. To think you're only hours old."

"Eijun-kun wasn't even bothered by the blood of the hunters I fought along the way," Haruichi added, clearly enjoying himself. "He's really different from me or any other Misborn."

Sawamura thought about his condition, the difficulty in being focused, and muttered, "I'm not sure about that."

"It's very impressive, Eijun-kun, but we don't know how long it can hold."

Sawamura had considered that before. At any moment, there was a chance he could snap and turn into a bloodsucking monster.

The enemy vampire chuckled, and then his jeweled eyes glittered with interest. "Tell me, what do you recall about your turn?"

Sawamura looked at the ground, momentarily frightened by the memory of vomiting blood. "It's hard to remember… I do know that I became intensely aware of Kazuya's scent and blood before I lost consciousness. I slept for 3 days and had nightmares which seemed so real… And then… I opened my eyes and I could see things better."

"And it seems you've gained an ability after your turn… Kominato-san told me you've managed to stop them with just your voice." The phantom sounded genuinely impressed. "You never really cease to amaze me, Sawamura-san."

The wind blew, bringing the heavy scent of Haruichi and the vampire in front of him. Haruichi's fragrance was wonderfully blended, a fusion between the scent of spring flowers and an aroma of a tasty morsel. The vampire, on the other hand, had a fragrance that reminded him of freshly cut grass, yet there was also the smell of death on him.

There was something else in the air. Human blood. A battle was happening in the distance. He even heard the explosions and gunshots earlier. No doubt a brutal scrimmage between hunters and Misborns. Of course it would lead to bloodshed.

Nevertheless, the temptation here was really not comparable. Miyuki's fragrance was perfectly balanced right on the line between the most expensive perfume and the scent of the most intoxicating drug. The taste of his blood made him feel like he was in heaven. He didn't think he'd be able to stop after he had the first taste. Just thinking about him made him crave, but he knew he could handle it. He was sure. He was in control of himself.

And then—

A scent hit him like a punch in the gut and for a moment he was dizzy.

The phantom scoffed. He knew Sawamura had sensed someone coming because he felt it as well. Judging from Sawamura's reaction, however, he could tell who it was. "Seems like your lover and bodyguard are coming for you," he said, and Sawamura narrowed his eyes, growling lightly. "Since you came here out of your own accord, we can't let anyone disturb us now." He turned to Haruichi and made a vague gesture with his hand.

"Leave it to me," Haruichi replied promptly and went running off.

"No, Haruichi! Wait!" Sawamura called out, but it was too late. "Dammit…" If he wasn't going to act now, Miyuki and Okumura will be forced to fight him.

"Don't worry. Kominato-san can fight on equal footing with a Class-S vampire. The drug I gave him was extra powerful. Now then, where were—Ugh!" Before he knew it, he was on his ass with his back against the bark of the tree and a blade against his throat. He looked so shocked but quickly composed himself. "What's stopping you? Hurry up and finish me."

The knife trembled in his hand. Only one more inch and Sawamura could slit his throat, but…

Biting his lip hard, he chucked his knife away and dropped his head on the vampire's shoulder. He couldn't bring himself to do it. There was no way he could kill him. "Why…?" he muttered, his voice cracking. "Tell me why did you do all this?"

The phantom's eyes widened with surprise. "Sawamura—"

"Tell me why, Yui Kaoru?!"

Unmasked—his face now bare for his senior to see—Yui simply sighed and held his equanimity. Briefly and nonchalantly he glimpsed at the discarded mask on the ground. "You already knew who I was before you came here, didn't you?"

Sawamura didn't answer, and his lips thinned into a tight line of suppressed anger and disappointment. Yui was not mistaken for his claim, since he heard everything from Miyuki and the others throughout his near-comatose state. Everybody thought he was sleeping, but he was perfectly conscious for most of the time. It pained him to know that his battery partner had betrayed them.

"Please…" Sawamura pulled back and gazed straight into Yui's eyes. "…just stop all this, Yui."

"Stop all this?" Yui looked at him as if it was the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard. "My people went through so much suffering, so much pain, for so many years…and now you're telling me to just stop? It's—" He drew up his knee and kicked Sawamura, yelling "—not that simple!"

Sawamura plunged to the ground.

"We were persecuted, thrown away like garbage, forced to live in constant danger….Even though the coven claims to uphold peace and order, they've always turned a blind eye to those in exile," he hissed, his voice like poison. Walking up to Sawamura, he seized him by the front of his collar and almost lifted him off the ground. "Your precious Miyuki Kazuya is just like the rest of them… That's why I swore to make him suffer, to make him understand the sort of hell I'd been through."

There was pain burning in Yui's eyes, along with anger and hatred, and from the look on his face, Sawamura could see his inner turmoil.

"Our ancestors sinned and are no more, and it's the descendants who have to bear their punishment. How unfair and cruel…"

"What about my family?!" It came out much louder and more accusatory than Sawamura had intended.

Yui jerked back, his eyes wide, yet his hand remained fisted on Sawamura's collar.

"We didn't ask to be born with this blood. We just wanted to live in peace… But you guys came anyway." Sawamura could feel the hate, the fear, the anger and sadness stirring inside his chest. "You killed them for your schemes and your pride! You murdered my entire family and Koushuu's!"

"I will not deny the fact. While it's true that I had a hand in it, the Ochiai Clan was actually not involved in the massacre. I manipulated other clans."

"…What?"

"The 13th and 17th Progenitors commanded my knowledge about the elixir only as compensation for debts incurred in the aftermath of our banishment. They demanded my loyalty or else my clan would suffer even more. By the time I gained favor with the Sakaki and was promised a peaceful life, it was already too late for me." Yui was smiling, but his eyes were cold. "You understand, don't you? Nothing in this world is fair."

"So… With your elixir, you want to punish all those who have wronged you."

Yui released him, letting his hand fall to his side. "Come with me, senpai…"

Sawamura gaped at him with surprise. Everything Yui had done so far could never warrant a simple resolution, but now Yui was inviting him to come with him? Yui's mind was set on revenge, by whatever means necessary. Sawamura could never condone toward that. "You must be out of your mind if you think I'm going anywhere with you!"

An ironic laugh escaped Yui's lips. "Thought so…" There was sadness behind his eyes. "You know, it was really fun playing baseball with you, senpai. You pitch like a dream, and I was proud to be your partner. It would have been better if you weren't with Miyuki…" Then nonchalantly he laid his hand on the sword on his hip.

There was no mistaking his words. Sawamura could feel violence rolling off of him like waves. "You involved me in your revenge because Kazuya cared for me."

"At the start, yes, but let's just say some things about you piqued my interest more than it should. Even now, your blood sings out to me when it's not supposed to." Yui's eyes bore a malicious twinkle as a cruel smile spread across his face. Then his sword was out in a flash, its blade launching at Sawamura.

Dodging by a hairsbreadth, Sawamura jumped back. "Can I ask you one thing, though? Can you turn Misborns back into humans?" His voice was surprisingly calm, but his eyes were sharp and vigilant.

"I suppose that's one reason why you came. Well, if you want to know, then you'll have to force it out of—!"

His words were cut off the instant he met Sawamura's crimson glare, and then, much to his surprise, his hand dropped the sword. His muscles were frozen by an invisible force that was assaulting his mind and removing control of his body. His entire form quivered as his mind fought to regain control and make his limbs do its bidding.

"You will tell me everything about the elixir."

He felt his mouth open to respond to the demand of the voice in his head, as if it was in his nature to obey.

No way… This is…!

Fighting for control and dominance, Yui bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. As his brain processed the pain, he vehemently erected mental barriers. "I…I won't submit!" he yelled out, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, as he dropped on all fours. Sweat dripped down his face as he panted. He felt like he just ran a marathon.

Before he even had time to think, Yui sensed the incoming danger, grabbed his weapon, and dived out of the way. Although Sawamura missed his knife's target, he was poised and ready to fight.

"We don't have to fight, Yui."

Yui tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword. His body and limbs twitched and jerked as if someone on the branch above was controlling him like a puppet by pulling on his arm and leg strings. He wanted to submit and kneel down to the one before him. "Compulsion…" he muttered under his breath, "and on a Class-S vampire no less. But it's still unstable…"

Come to think of it, he also used this on Miyuki Kazuya…

Sawamura watched Yui smile. In spite of his state, Yui seemed to take joy in the situation.

"Well, it seems my hunch about you was right."

Sawamura narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

Slitting his own wrist, Yui finally broke free of the mental ropes. "I don't think I can allow you to live after all, senpai." With a sneer, he leaped forward, and their blades clashed and flickered.

The weight of the sword seemed too much for Sawamura. He parried a blow at the last second then sprung at Yui's chest. It was easily blocked and countered. He cursed as he barely avoided a blow aimed at his head. Sweat ran down his face, blurring his vision, as the vampire kept going at him. Yui was clearly the better and more experienced fighter, and Sawamura felt slow compared to him.

Sword met the blade of the knife and flesh, and Sawamura's blood spattered to the ground and stained his clothes. The scent of his blood filled the air, and Sawamura saw Yui bare his fangs as his vampire nature cried out. However, with sheer will power, Yui was able to steel himself against the madness, and drove Sawamura back.

Yui aimed another blow at Sawamura's head that was narrowly dodged, then he swung for his chest which was deflected. Blow after blow struck Sawamura's blade until it escaped his grip and flew towards the bark of the three. Yui shook slightly as he struggled to control the bloodlust threatening to overtake him, and then, with a scoff, he drove his sword into Sawamura's body.

Blood gushed out, turning the ground into a pool of crimson. A horrid line stretched out from Sawamura's shoulder into his chest, where Yui had driven his blade.

"I'm sorry, senpai…" With a soft smile Yui stretched out his hand and caressed Sawamura's cheek. "Your life as a mortal ends here," he whispered, and Sawamura's eyes widened. He jerked the blade out, and blood splashed down Sawamura's body and onto the ground.

"Yui…" Sawamura collapsed to the earth, bathing in his own blood.

With a long slow lick the blood-soaked blade slid across his tongue. "Hey, senpai… Do you remember the first time we formed a battery?" Yui asked, looking over the horizon. "You asked if I had wings on my back…" His voice trailed off and he ended with an embarrassed shrug. "You're probably the first person to ever tell me that I looked like an angel. Ironic, isn't it?"

"Yui Kaoru!"

Miyuki was suddenly behind him, sword coming down. Yui, who had sensed the attack, dodged to his left, spun around, and leaped into the air. Executing a perfect backflip, he landed gracefully on the bark of a tree nearby.

Yui clapped, and then an unpleasant smile split his face. "I can see why you're eager, Miyuki Kazuya, but… Shouldn't you focus on that lover of yours? Even though it's too late to turn him now…"

"How could you?!" Miyuki's voice tore through the air with intensity as he glared furiously at the smaller vampire.

"How could I? Please, I'm sure you're not that dumb. I used him precisely because you care for him!" His voice had changed. There was a feverish edge to it, and in his eyes, there was more madness than in those of a Misborn. "I'm just really happy that I got to make you suffer. You, who had such a better life than me…"

As Yui faded into the forest, Miyuki saw a last cunning smile, and then his laughter filled the air.

Cursing under his breath, Miyuki spun around and dropped his weapon. "Eijun!" he yelled out as he drew closer to the fallen figure. "No, no…" He moaned as he fell beside his crumpled form. A dark pool of blood encased him. The source was a deep wound in his chest. "No, Eijun…" he bawled, tears threatening to fall. Panic overwhelmed him as he gently touched Sawamura's face.

The wound wasn't closing. Even a Misborn's regenerative abilities were useless against an injury this intense. Nothing could repair such damage except by turning him into a vampire—a feat only possible if Sawamura was still human. This was what Yui meant when he said it was too late now.

"Kazuya…" Sawamura whispered, spitting blood through stained red teeth.

"Eijun," Miyuki whimpered, carefully picking his head up and cradling it on his lap.

"I guess…I'm dying," Sawamura winced—his eyes were bloodshot.

"I won't let you!" Miyuki exclaimed, rolling up his sleeve in a hurry. "You have to live." He bit into his own wrist. It was a deep bite, but he didn't even wince. He merely shifted the gushing wound over Sawamura's mouth and let the blood pour in. "Drink from me now. You need fresh blood. It will heal—"

Sawamura sputtered, spitting up fresh blood.

"Eijun!"

Sawamura's laughter was bitter, broken, and too weak. "My fangs… I can't even get them out anymore…" His words were so low that, if it hadn't been for Miyuki's enhanced hearing, Miyuki might have missed them. "I-I can't…"

"Just drink!"

Lips trembled against his wrist, the movement soft like a butterfly's wings. His mouth opened and he tasted him. But then he started to choke and coughed out more blood.

"C'mon, stay with me!" Miyuki took his wrist away from Sawamura's mouth and allowed the last of the blood dripping from his wrist to drop into the open wound on Sawamura's chest. He wasn't even sure if it will work. He didn't know. He was desperate.

"K-Kazuya…"

"You can't die! You just can't!" Miyuki wailed, hugging his limp head close to his heaving chest.

"Kazuya… last night…" Sawamura's lips scarcely moved, and his voice was little more than a whisper. "You…you said I was the path you've chosen… Right?" His fingertips brushed Miyuki's cheek.

A crumpling frown crossed Miyuki's face. He had been trying to be strong, but now he just couldn't hold back the tears.

"It…made me really happy…when you said that..." Sawamura's trembling fingers tried to wipe away his tears, smearing blood across his face. "I…I wanted to spend…my whole life with you… But forgive me…"

"Why the hell are you apologizing?! Dammit! How could this be happening?" Miyuki's tears fell on Sawamura's paling face.

"I…don't want you to mope around…after I'm gone…" Weakly Sawamura took Miyuki's hand, squeezing with all his remaining strength.

"Shut up! Don't say that!"

But the blood continued to pour from his chest. Sawamura's breathing was labored, and Miyuki could feel his body beginning to grow cold.

"To be honest… I don't want to die..." The hand holding Miyuki's was growing weaker. "I don't want to…leave you…" His voice was sad and desperate. There were tears in his golden eyes.

Miyuki was trembling badly, but he continued to listen. He was covered in Sawamura's blood as he clung to him, hoping his love for him would keep him with him.

"I'm so sorry, Kazuya…" Sawamura smiled at him, radiating kindness and love—even with the blood smeared across his face. It was all so beautiful yet tragic.

"Don't go! I need you here with me, Eijun!" Miyuki cried, embracing Sawamura's head hard to himself. "I love you! You're everything to me, EIjun, so please!"

"I love you too, but it's time for you to go alone without me."

"Eijun!" Miyuki exclaimed, hugging his limp body. His heart felt like an anvil in his chest. "Please don't die. Please…please don't die!"

"I'm sorry…" Sawamura barely whispered. "I'm so sorry, Kazuya," he strained. His eyes were focused on nothing, but his lips quivered as he said Miyuki's name one last time…

Lovingly, Miyuki placed a kiss on Sawamura's lips. "Eijun, please don't leave me… Don't leave me all alone," he said, closing his eyes. He felt Sawamura give one last sigh on his cheek, and immediately despair flooded his heart. He threw back his head and wept mournfully. "Eijun… Eijun!"

He wanted to hear his voice, just one more time, but no matter how much he called his name, Sawamura didn't answer. He wailed out his pain to the clear blue sky as he held the lifeless body of his lover.