Another story written by me and my friend tsubasa-fan. I hope you all enjoy it. ^_^

Chapter one

It was one of those nights. Those nights that he was almost glad that no one was around...almost. Kurogane was walking home after a dismal day. First he was late to work at the piffle auto shop, he got yelled at by angry customers, and to top it all off, he just got dumped by his girlfriend that he been together with for some odd years.

What made it worse was that he was saving money to buy a ring for her; to propose. Now it was all for nothing. Now with a bag filled with beer cans and a takeout dinner, all the man wanted to do was to go home to his empty house and get drunk. Just drink and forget.

What he hadn't really paid any attention to was the man walking several yards away, the sound of his heels hitting the pavement in time with Kurogane's own footfalls.

Walking from the busy streets to the suburban area, Kurogane was starting to get a bit paranoid. He knew that walking at night was a bit dangerous but he never had a problem...until now. Listening closely, he heard someone just walking behind him; not too close but there. He thought that he was just over reacting because of how stressful the day was but just to be sure, he quicken his pace; wanting to get home.

When he didn't hear anyone running after him he relaxed a little. Though when he rounded the street corner he saw someone walking down the street towards him.

Kurogane sighed as he reached into his bag and got out a can. He was going to wait until he got home but he figured a bit of alcohol while walking wouldn't hurt anyone.

"You know you're not supposed to drink in public." The man smiled as he came closer; almost passing by him.

Raising an eyebrow, Kurogane can only scoffed. "Who cares? It's not like you're a policeman or something..." He should have paid more attention but he was too bad of a mood to care.

The man stopped in his tracks and smiled brightly, eyes narrowing, blonde hair framing his face. When his eyes opened fully again they were no longer blue but a bright amber. "Well I suppose a little drink won't hurt."

The man didn't even get to open the can as he turned and got a good look at the by-passer. Amber eyes? They're not contacts; that's for sure. "The hell….?"

Before he knew it Kurogane found himself pushed up against a brick wall.

The bag dropped onto the sidewalk as the man then struggled against the sudden rough force. "Hey! What the-?!"

"Usually people are trying to struggle." As the blonde spoke he smiled lazily.

Kurogane stopped short as he stared into those bright amber eyes. "W-What are you talking about? And get the hell off of me!" He could have shoved the other away if not for the unusual bout of strength the blonde had. Great, he can add potential mugging on his list of how this day went wrong.

Giving Kurogane a toothy smile, the other could see his fang teeth extend before the man darted in and bit him on the neck.

The man only got a flash of those fangs before the blonde went in and bit his neck. He gritted his teeth at the pain it brought; his hands scratching the surface of the wall to try and escape.

The blonde hummed as his teeth punctured skin and a heartbeat later blood swelled and washed over his tongue,

Kurogane's eyes narrowed before they went wide. 'He...he's drinking...my blood?' He was then a bit terrified as he made that mental revelation. However, his movements or whatever was left of them soon slowed down as blood was draining from him.

When he had had his feel he smiled as Kurogane slumped to the ground, eyes wide. Licking his lips the stranger smiled. It was best not to kill the people he drank from, though he would have to do something to keep him from talking.

In a daze from some blood loss, Kurogane can only look up at the stranger; his vision blurry and murky as he weakly reached up and clamped over the nape of his neck. "W...What did you...?" He tried to speak.

Squatting in front of Kurogane ,the blonde began rummaging around in his pockets. "I was a bit hungry and you looked too easy." When he found a wallet he pulled it out and with looking over the address on the man's license he smiled. "You won't be able to move for an hour or two."

Finding the energy to frown, Kurogane's head started to spin. "Great...just...what I needed..." He closed his eyes. Yep, it was really the worse day ever but he couldn't get to curse the heaven for it as he passed out in front of the blonde stranger. He wouldn't be surprised if he was going to die.

"Guess I'll take you back Mr..." He looked at the card and wasn't sure how to pronounce the name. "Black." It was as good as any name he supposed. "When you wake up this will have just been a bad dream."

-The next morning-

His head hurt, his neck hurt and there was some wretched beeping of something annoying. The man grumbled as he cursed in his native tongue on that stupid sound. Then his red eyes snapped open as he suddenly sat up. He then groaned as he swayed a bit. Holding his head, he looked around.

He was in bed, nothing out of place except his food and some beer cans on the nightstand.

Blinking slowly, Kurogane closed his eyes as he yawned. "Fuck, what a nightmare." He groaned out. "For a second there, I thought I was ambushed by some blonde weirdo..." It must have been a nightmare or some twisted dream. He rubbed his shoulder to work the kinks out. However as his hand drifted upwards; he felt something a bit...off. It was bumpy and there were two of...whatever it was. His eyes went wide. Was it a dream? Or...?

When he got out of bed and made it to the nearest mirror he could see two blemishes on his skin, nothing like the puncture marks he had been expecting.

He cringed his neck a bit to get a better look. They weren't holes but bumps. As if something was punctured but was now healing. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the mirror. "...A dream...I just...had a bit of a fall while drinking...that's all..." Or that's what he would like to think...if there was some alcohol in his breath. But he didn't get to dwell on that as he heard that beeping again. He then realized two things. One: that was his cell phone and two: he was going to be late...again. Cursing, the man washed his face and tried to rash to get to work.

Kurogane made it out the door fifteen minutes later all but running down the street to try and get to work on time.

Well if it wasn't for his boss being distracted by the morning news on the small TV, he would have been lectured again. But he arrived just at the nick of time. Going into the small locker room, Kurogane started to change from his clothes and into the one piece suit to go back to working on cars for the day.

"You look like hell." Doumeki said as he was lifting a car up to do quick oil change.

Kurogane moved his head from under the hood as he checked a customer's engine. "Thanks. I feel like hell too." Rubbing his neck, he looked at the engine. Doumeki was his...well he can say friend but he wasn't too sure on that. But he was okay with the other's presence...more than anyone's really.

"Watanuki told me you got dumped yesterday." He mentioned as he moved a large pan beneath the car and moveed to drain the old oil from the car.

Sighing sadly, Kurogane nodded. "Yeah, yeah; I got dumped. And pretty hard too." A wrench in here, some tubing there. "Turns out she's been seeing someone behind my back and I was too stupid to notice. Her words, not mine."

Doumeki didn't show any expression. "Then it's good it's over." He mentioned flatly as oil poured from the car.

"...Yeah..." Kurogane didn't say anymore on the matter; his mood now down and dark as he finished up the engine repair.

Doumeki didn't mention anything else, the man not known for talking much in the first place.

Soon it was mid-day as the workers had their lunch break. Kurogane, not up for eating after that short talk just decided to go to a nearby cafe to get some black coffee since...well despite his high tolerance on alcohol, he can't exactly drink it during the day.

He spotted Watanuki passing by him, large lunch in tow for Doumeki.

Sighing, Kurogane gave the other a short wave before he continued his walk to the cafe.

He didn't frequent the Clover, but it was the closet place to get something a decent coffee.

Clover was a popular enough of a cafe but there wasn't too much traffic. Even during lunch hour; there was a last a few spare tables or chairs to sit at. Walking up to the counter, he reached into his pocket to pay; not caring who was on the other side. "I'll have some coffee; black. Don't bother with cream or sugar. Just black would be fine." He had to explain as there are some people who apparently wouldn't understand his caffeine intake.

The worker who had been behind the counter putting out more cupcakes stood then and smiled. "What size would you like?"

"Medium...or Grande or whatever the hell you call it." Kurogane hated cafe slang terms as he got his wallet out.

The blonde laughed as he rang up his order. "$3.50." He explained as a younger woman behind him began making Kurogane's coffee.

"Hm..." Kurogane got a five dollar bill to give to the other. As he looked up though, he was a bit of a daze as he got a good look at the blonde. He...looked familiar somehow. But...where...? Blinking twice, he frowned. "Here."

"Do you always look so grumpy?" He asked taking the bill and within seconds was handing back change and Kurogane's coffee.

Taking his change and the coffee, Kurogane's frown deepened. "What's that supposed to mean?" He questioned back.

"You have a sour face." He shrugged.

"Whatever." Kurogane turned his head as he rubbed his neck; feeling a bit of an ache. "Uh...thanks for the coffee..." He then walked over to one of the lone tables and sat by the window; drinking the coffee.

The blonde nearly smiled at him before going about his business

It was about ten minutes later that Kurogane was halfway done with his coffee as he stared out of the window. He watched the whole world go by before grumbling to himself. Yesterday wasn't supposed to happen like it did. But then again, his life up to this point wasn't exactly happy. He can blame no one but himself.

When he was nearly ready to leave a plate with a plain muffin was slid in front of him.

Blinking, Kurogane was snapped out of his musings as he looked up at the person who gave him that.

It was the same blonde as before. "You were pouting so I thought a treat was in order, though you look like someone who doesn't enjoy sugar. So a muffin."

The man had to softly scoff as he sat back down. "I wasn't /pouting/." He then looked back up at the blonde. "And you don't have to treat me. I'll pay for the muffin."

"It will just be thrown out anyway. You're doing a favor by eating it. No one else likes the plain ones."

"...Uh...whatever..." Pulling the plate close to him, Kurogane picked off a piece of it and ate it. Hmm, not bad for a muffin.

"See? Not so bad."

Rolling his eyes, Kurogane reached over and took a sip from his cup. "It's okay...for some muffin." What he wanted to say was thanks but it just came out wrong.

Laughing he folded his arms. "Well while I'm here I may as well ask if you want anything else?"

Looking up from his cup, Kurogane furrowed his eyebrows. "Uh...not really..." There was a bit in the back of his mind that was ringing bells continuously. Like he saw the guy somewhere. Sighing, he muttered 'Stupid dream' to himself before shaking his head. "Nah, go on. Can't keep you from working..."

"Well if you need anything Mr. Black let me know." With that he left to head back behind the counter.

Suddenly a jolt went through him. "M... ...?" Oh god, why did that sound so clear all of a sudden? He looked at the retreating back of the blonde as he felt his heartbeat going faster. Glaring at the blonde's back, he stood up; finished his coffee and took the muffin in his hand and stomped out of the cafe.

He had no idea why he felt so...scared but he rather not have it in the cafe.

TBC

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