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Infected	By : Himitsu_no_Tokumei Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A quick little note, I can't remember if I have little authors notes in the beginning chapters of this story (they look like this (1) ) so if you happen to find one you can either tell me about or look up the chapter on FFN. That site will have the intended notes at the bottom A/N of that chapter.

Chapter 2: Alone
            He heard a light rapping on his door, though he had already known that someone was approaching. “Riku, dear, are you going to come down for lunch?” a soft voice asked. More pointedly, he had realized it was his mother coming to see him.
            The door cracked open slightly, sending a small ray of artificial light into the otherwise dark room. “Y-yeah. I… I’ll come down… in a bit,” Riku replied with a great deal of solemnity in his voice. This was not missed by his mother.
            The slim woman silently glided (or it seemed like she glided since she walked so elegantly) over to her son’s bed, sitting down on the bland covers to the boy’s back and reaching over to caress the teenager’s silver hair. “Is this something we can talk about?” she asked quietly. Upon receiving no answer, she stopped stroking the platinum strands of his hair. “I hope that whatever it is it will stop bugging you soon. Just know that we are always here to help. And we love you, no matter how much you change or how different you are.” Experience had taught her that trying to forcefully obtain the answer would get her nowhere, so she dropped the subject. Had Riku delved into her words he would have caught the hint that she knew something, but he was too wrapped up in the problem revolving around his humanity, or lack there of.
            Gracefully standing, the woman who did not look like she had lived through forty years moved over to the closed curtains. “Sitting in the dark doesn’t help anyone,” she said, jerking the curtains open in one, fluid movement before Riku could protest. The harsh rays of the sun fell directly onto his face, the young male preparing to scream at the pain, but found only mild discomfort. It was harsh on his eyes, his skin which had always been unusually pale writhing rebelliously against the UV radiation and heat. But no spontaneous combustion.
            “There, so much better, right?” she asked cheerfully, turning to smile at her son only the see his frightened expression. “Riku, are you okay?” she asked, sitting next to the boy as he sat up. He jerked his head around to look in her eyes, seeing only worry (and possibly some confusion for his behavior), but no fear. She was looking directly into his eyes, for goodness sake! Could she not see the burning red irises and lust for blood concealed in them.
            “I-I’m just fine, Mom…” he stuttered out, diverting his gaze. Why was she so calm? Her son had just been turned into a vampire, she should be a bit more… he didn’t know… terrified, maybe. Her frown told him that she didn’t buy it. Riku bit his lower lip nervously as she slowly reached towards him to move a few strands of stubborn hair from his face. Okay, he had more than a few, but that was her excuse to comforting brush her hand against his forehead.
            “Breakfast will be done in a few minutes,” she said, standing and leaving, stopping only once at the doorway to look back at the teenager that had become even more mysterious. A part of her doubted this had to do with the secret she and her husband had already figured out. That meant that something other than his sexuality was bothering Riku, and that worried her, for he obviously was no where near ready to talk about it.
            Releasing a sigh of relief, Riku stopped biting his lip to run his tongue tentatively over it, searching for the puncture mark caused by his fang. To his surprise, he found none, and instead ran the muscle over his teeth to find the elongated, sharp canines no longer even existed! His mind nearly did a back flip of joy at this, believing the entire ordeal was a dream instead of reality. Quickly leaping out of bed, the boy ran down the hallway and into the upstairs bathroom. His eyes were back to their normal color, no longer the heated red which explained why it hadn’t worried his mother. He was about to holler for joy when something caught in his throat. Staring at his reflection, he could have sworn that his chest hadn’t move an inch since he got in there. Was he even breathing? It was such a natural thing that one didn’t think about so he hadn’t paid it any head. Fearful of the outcome, Riku’s pale hand slowly made its way up to his throat, two fingers shakily pressing into the crook where his jugular vein was.
            Nothing.
            He had no pulse. Trying to rationalize it as having not quite pressed in the right spot, he tried it on the other side of his neck. Then his wrist. And still nothing. His knees gave out as the hope fled him. The previous night was the previous night, and not some messed up dream. “Oh, no…” he gasped, forcing himself to take in deep, calming breaths. It was different, to say the least, having to tell his body to breath instead of the blasted thing just doing it on his own. He tried to will his heart to beat, but the uncooperative muscle was originally run by the unconscious side of his brain and he could not get it to produce a steady rhythm, or any at all.
            Extremely unsteady, he made his way back to his room, closing the door behind him as he numbly removed his pajamas and got dressed into his daytime clothes. Fully clothed, but still completely out of it, Riku unconsciously made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. His dad made some noise that sounded like a ‘good-bye’ before making his way to the door. The older man had already eaten his food and was now heading off to work.
            Riku automatically took a plate and filled it with hash browns, eggs, and sausage, sitting down at his usual spot at the table. His mother watching his play with the fluffy, yellow and white clouds with his fork. Can I even eat this? He asked somberly, a piece of scrambled egg rolling off his plate. Vampires drink blood, so can I even eat solid food? Stabbing the piece as if he was detached from his body, the silverette brought the small morsel to his mouth and slowly pulled it off his fork. It has retained its flavor, so at least that is a good sign… he thought glumly, massaging the fluffy egg against the roof of his mouth with his tongue until it broke into smaller pieces. It wasn’t difficult to swallow the bite, another good sign, and Riku had the renewed feeling that maybe he could be at least partially normal. The second bite went down as smoothly as the first, as did the third, and the fourth, and the fifth. The woman across from his stopped eating to carefully watch him, he fears never surfacing but never going away. Something had changed in her only child, and she just hoped it wouldn’t tear him apart.
            It took him almost three times as long to finish his plateful, his mind distracted as it was. He also didn’t go after seconds, which was a rare occurrence. “Thanks, Mom, it was really good,” he said, even though his body desired something a little more… coppery… to the taste. Still the meal had tasted great, as all his mother’s meals did, even though half of them were ‘take out of box, put in pan of boiling water’ meals.
            Rapidly ascending the stairs, Riku rushed into his room and closed the door, locking it. Pulling the curtains back over his windows, for the sunlight did not agree with his pale flesh, he made his way over to his desk top computer. Firing up the old thing, he agitatedly sat down in the hard, uncomfortable chair, and waited for the screen to switch from black to his background. The picture made him blush slightly, though anyone that looked at it wouldn’t have thought anything of it. All three of them, himself, Sora, and Roxas had gone down to the beach for the day. Riku, of course worried about getting burned, had lotioned himself up with a great amount of sunscreen and hid in the shade of the paopu tree and took pictures instead. In this particular one, Sora and Roxas were having a splash war, and Sora had just been hit. The picture was cropped to include Roxas (so no one would suspect anything), but its main focus was Sora.
Opening up Firefox, the young male quickly typed ‘vampire facts’ into the Google search bar. The site count for it was huge, so the silver-haired teen merely opened the first ten or so and started looking down the lists. He could dismiss some of the facts from personal experience (even though he’s only been a vampire for less than a day, unless he was out longer, which he doubts for his parents would have been worried more). For example, many said vampires could not go out into sunlight. His mother had obviously woken him up with sunlight, so that was totally untrue. Several also claimed that vampires could only drink blood. He just had eggs, sausage, and hash browns for breakfast. And garlic, he suddenly realized, his earlier daze clouding his mind into forgetting that his other always made eggs with herb and garlic. More falsities in the works. “I highly doubt I can change into a wolf or a bat or mist…” he grumbled irritatedly, starting to find this whole idea stupid. But he was desperate, hating the idea of being a vampire, and hating the idea of learning to be one from Ansem even more. That bastard had not only turned him against his will, but had also killed a man right in front of him. The thought of what that man might teach him sent a resentful shiver through his nerves.
Something interesting caught his eye, something he had seen on many pages, but didn’t pay attention to until he saw it for the third or fourth time. “A fledgling can revert back to being human by killing their sire…” he read out loud, hoping that by saying them the words would gain more substance and validity. “He did call me a fledgling… Does this mean I can go back to being human?” he asked the dark room. He roamed through the other sites he brought up, dismissing a few and looking down the ‘facts’ from the others. That one idea stuck in his head though. I can be human. All I have to do is kill Ansem.

Two days later found him helplessly standing in front of his best friend’s door. His mother had insisted he get out a bit more, the boy having cooped himself up in his room for that last couple days, not even leaving to go to work (A/N: Please note that because of the region of town he lives in, Riku doesn’t go to school). His emotions never could tell him no to a visit to Sora, and he reluctantly put on a hoodie and baggy pants, attempting to hide as much skin as possible while still remaining remotely cool.
“Ah, Riku!” the energetic brunette yelled, throwing a hug around the taller male’s shoulders. Riku blushed again at the contact, realizing using the mirror in the hall that blood actually had rushed to his face. Acting as if he was hugging the boy back (like he always did), Riku took the opportunity to check his pulse in his wrist, a bad habit that quickly becoming OCD. There was still nothing, informing Riku that his blood must be circulating using a different method than a beating heart.
“It’s good to see you too, Sora,” he chuckled, glad with the fact that his vampiric body didn’t seem to be reacting to his affections for the boy. Yet, his mind pessimistically chimed.
“Well, come in!” Sora joked as he moved away, as if Riku had been standing there of his own accord for the last few seconds. “Roxas bought a bunch of sea-salt ice-cream and I don’t think we’ll be able to finish it all.”
“Your twin can really be impossible at times,” the young vampire chuckled, making his way into the kitchen (and the freezer) as if he lived there. Sora’s family didn’t mind, since he normally spent just as much time there as he did at his own place. Retrieving an ice-cream bar for Sora and himself, the two made their way to the table to talk.
It was halfway into their conversation that the doorbell rang again. “Coming!” Sora yelled, affording Riku a nice view of his ass. He turned away for two reasons: One, it prevented him from getting too turned on; And two, it angled his highly sensitive ear to the door so he could hear who was there better.
“Can I come in?” That chipper voice could only belong to one person, Kairi. He honestly didn’t know the girl too well, but she was a good friend of Sora’s. Smiling to himself, Riku stood and went into the kitchen retrieving one, then two more sea-salt ice-cream bars as he head Sora’s noisy twin start descending the stairs.
“Here you go,” he said, handing the new additions to their group a bar as they entered. Riku sat back down next to the seat Sora had occupied. A seat the redheaded girl quickly stole. Roxas had already sat down to the silverette’s other side, meaning Riku could not sit next to the object (though he did not think of Sora as an object) of his affections. By the time he had to go, Riku was quietly seething, both at Kairi and at himself. The girl had been shamelessly flirting with his best friend and crush throughout the entire conversation, which ticked off the vampire. Which, in turn, ticked him off even more because he was being possessive over Sora who was obviously not his, and most likely not even gay. He could only guess it was more vampiric instincts that drove him to the jealous lengths that had wishing for the girl’s demise. He really had to figure out a plan to get rid of Ansem.
And fast!

He had been quite surprised to find it took him a week to come up with the simple plan he had. Although, he also realized that if he hadn’t taken a week, the plan most likely would have failed. As it was, he came upon a vampire’s weakness on accident, a very lucky accident, but an accident none-the-less. Unfortunately, the delay also brought something else with it.
His pale hand grasped at his unusually dry throat as he made his way down an alley. Once blue-green eyes were now a blistering red again, searching out the next prey to sate his thirst. Following his nose, Riku came out to a more… unreputable… part of the district. No, not everyone in this part was a crackhead, drug dealer, or alcoholic, but the majority was so it gained a horrible reputation.
Predator eyes scanning the scene, he picked out several young girls that would make an easy meal, but a sudden change in the wind brought a new, yet familiar fragrance to his nostrils. Red eyes turned to gaze upon the slim, redhead, her stride confident and very much like his own, except less dangerous. While she search for her next pocket to pick or guy to seduce, Riku searched for his next taste of blood.
A deep loathing for the girl trying to still his Sora set him in motion. Concealed in shadows, the crimson-eyed male mercilessly tailed the soon-to-be helpless girl. She rudely bumped into a middle-aged man, quickly voicing an apology before making her way into an alley to see how much her prize was for this steal.
That is when Riku struck. Hand plastered over her mouth to prevent any noise, body pressed up against her back to prevent her from seeing him, the teenager forced Kairi’s head to the side to better access her neck, and the delicious red liquid that flowed in rivers beneath its skin. Her rapid pulse drummed in his ears, fangs positioned above the extremely important vein. Piercing the skin, he missed again, this time puncturing the carotid artery instead of the jugular vein, which was his intended target. He achieved the same results, though, the girl’s blood rushing into his mouth to be quickly swallowed to cool his throat. He drank more greedily this time, sensing that this was his rival in love and that in a few minutes he could end her life, and the competition.
Riku stopped drinking, removing his fangs from her neck to look on in shame and horror at his actions. There were a couple beats where the blood still gushed out of the wounds, but they soon halfway closed, his healing saliva working diligently to keep his victim alive. The deprivation of oxygen to her brain caused Kairi to faint, Riku slowly letting her down to the ground as he placed a hand over his mouth to stop the vomit that didn’t come. He tried to force his body to dispel the contents of his stomach, but it wouldn’t do it.
“It’s no use, Riku,” a deep voice behind him chuckled. The seventeen-year-old spun around quickly to look into the red eyes of his sire. “Your body needs that and knows it. It won’t get rid of it, like so many humans foolishly expel that which they so desperately need. Good job on hitting the artery, though you were probably aiming for the jugular, like any new vampire would,” he said, emphasizing both new and vampire to drill into Riku that he was both inexperienced and not human. He cockily walked over to the seated teenager, not seeing him grip something slim and metallic in his hand.
By the time he realized it, it was too late. The dagger was firmly rooted in his chest, the desperate boy who didn’t want to be a vampire pressed against his body. “Wh-what?” he gasped out, feeling the poison seeping into his veins.
“I never wanted… any of this,” Riku said, tears starting to form in his eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt the friend of the one I love,” he continued, stopping as his eyes widened at his own words. Love? Has it really gotten that far? he asked. Composing himself, he went on, “I didn’t want to, but I did. Because of what you did to me. This is all your fault!”
“And killing me will solve that?” he asked, amused despite the fact he felt his death approaching with no way to stop it. Even if Riku removed the knife, it was too late.
“I… I thought…” he stuttered, walking back a step, then two, leaving Ansem slumped against the wall.
“What? That if I died you’d go back to being human?” Ansem mused, coughing up blood. “Foolish child. You cannot go back to being human.” Hacking violently, Ansem shuddered and collapsed, glaring up at Riku with one eye as the last of his life faded. “Foolish child. Now… you are alone…”
Riku let out a shattered breath, reaching over to hit the dead vampire a few times before admitting that he really was dead. His tongue traced his teeth, though, finding that as Ansem had said, he had not gone back human. Yanking the knife the man’s chest with numb hands, Riku carefully replaced it in the waist of his pants at the small of his back.
It really had been an accident that he realized that knife could kill Ansem. He had been cleaning his room, since he had nothing better to do, and accidentally cut his finger on a dagger his dad had bought him for his sixteenth birthday. It stung like hell, and the wound did not quickly heal like another he had received from his pocket knife (to test his healing powers). The blade was special, made entirely out of silver, a substance Riku had figured vampires were allergic to. He had read on several pages that they were.
It had worked, though the end result was not as he had planned. Ansem’s last words rang frightfully in his head, “Foolish child. Now… you are alone…” It’s true. I don’t even have him to help me any more.
Gathering the unconscious girl up in his arms, eyes now their natural teal color, Riku exited the alley and made his way towards Kairi’s place.
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