Hello!

I'm back with the (hopefully) longed for sequel. It took me some time to get it out, but now I have the general plotline outlined in my mind, so hopefully updates will come soon:)

And I must confess that I found myself much more nervous writing this then I ever was when writing Red Moon, so I most certainly hope that this will be up to expectations! And if it isn't, tell me why. Since I haven't worked on the story for a while I felt like the characters might have been ooc... But I sure hope not. Anyway, enjoy the story!

Black Sheep

Chapter 1

Watari stared down at his hands. A day had passed since Muraki disappeared, taking Tsuzuki with him. He felt so useless. Despite the fact that he had promised to protect Tsuzuki, he had even been used as the bait to lure his friend into the vampire's waiting arms. If he had only never followed the girl, stupidly thinking with the wrong part of his body. He wrung his hands. It was something he could never forgive himself for. It would have been better if he has simply bit his tongue and died. At least then he could have saved Tsuzuki from the monster. His hands started shaking as he recalled Tsuzuki's frightened face. His friend had looked so lost and despairing, Watari had wanted to run over to comfort him. But once again, he had been completely useless. He should have been the one to move reach his friend, the one to give him comfort, not that bastard vampire. Instead, he had uselessly been tied to the chair, completely unable to reach him. He had failed Tsuzuki. He had broke the promise and now Tsuzuki was gone. Watari didn't notice that he had started crying before warm drops of water fell on his hands. He wiped them away angrily. Who was he to cry, when it was Tsuzuki who was in the hands of a madman? He stood up, marching out of the room he had locked himself in, determined to go get Mr. I- can- see- you number 4. Then his step faltered as he remembered that it had been lost after they went to the hospital. He had earlier prototypes left, but none would work well enough for them to find Tsuzuki. Despair gripped him again and he fell to his knees, where he remained until Tatsumi came home and found him. Taking the fuzzy- haired scientist by his shoulders, Tatsumi shook him.

"Get yourself together!" He shouted, even though he too felt like falling apart, "Tsuzuki won't be saved by your remorse!"

And it was true, Watari knew it. But what could he do? His only worth was his experiments, and out of them, only Mr. I- can- see- you would work. But the tracer was broken, run over by the first car in the early morning traffic on that fateful day… Watari straightened suddenly, almost knocking Tatsumi over.

"I've got it!"

Tsuzuki awakened to find himself in a soft bed in a dark room. He was covered by a warm blanket, yet he felt strangely cold. Trying to get warmer he shifted position and moaned softly in pain as his wound touched the pillow.

"Don't move."

Tsuzuki froze at the order and felt himself being drawn closer to the cold. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, mind foggy from his recent awakening. Lips that were even colder than the arm around him kissed his head gently, soothing the pain. It felt nice, Tsuzuki could feel himself going back to sleep. Before he had the chance to do so, the other drew away from him, leaving Tsuzuki alone under the now warm covers. Tsuzuki opened his eyes and turned around, searching for the lost presence. He contemplated moving. It seemed too hard at the moment to get up from the soft mattress underneath him and his head didn't hurt anymore. Tsuzuki closed his eyes again, determined to sleep some more. A cold hand on his forehead thwarted his efforts and Tsuzuki groaned as he found that he was waking up for real. He heard a soft laugh coming from above him.

"My sweet Tsuzuki," Muraki whispered, "I'd let you sleep all night long, but your body needs nourishment."

In a flash, Tsuzuki was on the other side of the bed, trying to get as far away from the blond as possible.

"Muraki!…" he gasped.

The vampire silently pushed a bowl closer to Tsuzuki. It was filled with an assortment of fruit, cut into bite-sized bits. It smelled delicious and Tsuzuki's stomach growled. In the corner of his eye, Tsuzuki noticed Muraki's smirk widen, but at the moment he couldn't focus on it. His attention was completely captured by the fruit. It looked so tasty, the fruit juices gleaming in the light coming from the door. Tsuzuki reached his hand out for a strawberry, but stopped. Vivid images of hearts being torn out flashed through his mind. The red juice reminded him of all the blood and brought forward the smell. Tsuzuki doubled over, feeling like his stomach was about to come out. Breathing heavily he pushed the bowl away. Muraki would have none of it. Grabbing Tsuzuki's hair none to gently he pulled the man back.

"Eat." He ordered.

But Tsuzuki couldn't. The very thought of ingesting anything, even something as harmless as fruit, made him twice as nauseous as before. He could feel the stench of blood in the room just as clearly as he had when Muraki had tortured the doctor in there. Though hidden by a smell of cleaning detergent, Tsuzuki could smell it. Then he realised who was holding him and panic replaced nausea. He needed to get away from the vampire, the one who had caused so much hurt and suffering. Tearing hard, wincing as hair was torn out, Tsuzuki managed to free his head and scrambled to get of the bed. The bedclothes were in his way as he frantically fought his way out. He was getting closer to the edge now, almost close enough to throw himself over. His hand reached the edge and Tsuzuki gathered his energy for a quick pull. But before he had the chance to complete the movement his foot was grabbed and Tsuzuki felt himself pulled back into the grasp of the vampire. Muraki was angry now, Tsuzuki noticed, as he was sharply dragged into sitting position, his back against Muraki. He could feel the others nails against his side, threatening to break the soft skin. A second later they did, as Tsuzuki started to fight wildly, desperate to get out of the vampires grip.

"Let go!"

Muraki would have none of it. His pet's resistance toward him made him more angry that he had thought possible, and the sudden smell of blood almost made him loose control. Holding the struggling Tsuzuki tightly with one hand, his other found the bowl of fruit, long since overturned and with liquid leaking out of it. Grabbing one of the fruit bits that was still left in it, he brought it to Tsuzuki's mouth, forcing him to eat the sweet treat. Surprisingly, it calmed the man and his struggles decreased. The wild panic he had felt disappeared as sweetness filled his mouth. His stomach greedily accepted it without argument, and for a while the two men sat in silence as Muraki fed Tsuzuki, piece by piece, until the bowl was empty. With a filled stomach, it was somewhat easier for Tsuzuki to think about the events that had taken place. Even though he still felt fear toward the vampire, it didn't send him into a panic attack. But it sent an ache to his heart, as he thought about all the people who were now dead. Killed by Muraki, the man whom he had promised to stay with. Still seated on the vampire's lap, Tsuzuki turned around and looked into his eyes. Muraki stared back, unwavering. Tsuzuki opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated for a second before continuing.

"I-I'm not afraid." The slight stuttering of his voice wanted to prove otherwise.

Muraki's lips curved up into a sinful smile.

"Really?" he asked, "That's good then."

And his lips descended down upon Tsuzuki's, moving unexpectedly softly as they kissed. For a while he kept up the sweet kiss, his left hand caressing Tsuzuki's cheek and hair, until Tsuzuki moaned and he felt a pair of arms encircling him. Urged on by the low sound Muraki deepened the kiss, sucking Tsuzuki's lower lip into his mouth, nibbling gently. As he released the lip, his pet groaned, giving Muraki the opportunity to slip his tongue in. Moving to lay the both of them down on the bed, he felt something squelch under his hand, effectively ruining the moment. Regretfully he moved apart from his currently very dazed Tsuzuki. Seeing him like that, with lowered eyelids and blushing cheeks, the smell of fresh blood from his wounds, Muraki felt like taking him then and there, regardless of how much fruit was currently staining the sheets. Getting hold of himself, he settled with kissing Tsuzuki once more before drawing back. Taking Tsuzuki's hand, he pulled the man up from the bed and led him out to the living-room. Once there, he seated him on the couch. Tsuzuki didn't show any resistance, even though the flush had gone out of his cheeks and he looked quite shocked. Leaving Tsuzuki to deal with it by himself, Muraki left the apartment.

Tsuzuki was, mildly put, shocked. When he had promised to entertain Muraki in the place of Saki, he had expected pain, to find his existence to be like in the hospital. But instead he had found himself kissed, so gently it felt like his heart would melt. Even as the vampire had deepened the kiss, there hadn't been a part of it Tsuzuki didn't like. He had enjoyed how Muraki's lips seemed to grow warmer the longer they kissed, and he had enjoyed the knowledge that it had been he who had done it. As Muraki had drawn back, Tsuzuki had wanted him to keep going, to never stop. However, it had stopped and Muraki had left. Tsuzuki realised that he wasn't supposed to feel like that. He wasn't supposed to have any warm feelings for a cold blooded murderer. But he did. At that moment, Tsuzuki hated himself, hated the feelings he had. The vampire had brought so much pain into his life, hurting Watari, hurting Hisoka, hurting Tatsumi, killed so many, and Tsuzuki could never forgive him for his actions. Then how could he feel his heart heat faster as he heard steps in the corridor, expecting the vampire to be back? And as the door opened, why did he feel so disappointed that it was Oriya? He silently responded to the other mans greeting as he entered. It was all wrong, and as he heard Oriya bustle around in the bedroom, changing the sheets, he reminded himself over and over again of all the cruel things Muraki had done. Killed innocents, killed Maria, hurt his friends, tortured the doctor… the doctor…. Had he not done it for Tsuzuki's sake? Hadn't Tsuzuki wanted get revenge on the man who had kept him captive all those years? What Muraki had done was merely to grant Tsuzuki his wish. Because he had enjoyed it, hadn't he? Deep down, he had wanted the doctor to suffer. Who was he to blame the vampire for all his faults, when deep down, there was no difference between them?

Muraki left the apartment in a haste, lust of different kinds coursed through his body and it took all his self control to tell Oriya to take care of the mess in the bedroom. As soon as it was done, he was gone, out on the street looking for a suitable victim. At 2 in the morning, not many were out and once Muraki came upon a person, he indiscriminately attacked him. Filling his veins with blood laced by alcohol was something he would never do normally, yet he needed to contain his lusts from breaking his pet. Muraki drained the boy, but it wasn't enough, it didn't satisfy him. Muraki looked back to the apartment complex. He couldn't go back yet.

Sooo... what did you think? This is most likely the most gentle chapter ever, but I hope it's to your liking. I was planning on making the first chapter longer, but it didn't go that way, but hey, my muse gave you a bit of fanservice instead^^

Please R&R!