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Bound by blood	By : Cynthia Category: M through R > Moonchild Views: 984 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Bound by blood"
Chapter 3
A "Moon Child" fan fanfiction
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Author's note: My Japanese language skills leave much to be desired, but I have it on good authority that I'm using the correct terms for "father". Please excuse my mistake if I'm wrong about that (makes a silent vow to take a Japanese language course, in the near future).

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Disclaimer: I do not own "Moon child" or any of the characters. This is strictly a non-profit endeavor, written for entertainment purposes only.

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The next evening, in the central park of Mallepa:

She sat down on the blanket she'd spread out before the big painting, folding her legs beneath her. The petal-soft material of her loose, long skirt pooled around her, covering her legs to the ankles with a black and purple pattern of lotus blossoms. She brushed a drifting leaf off of her dark purple blouse and she looked around with nervous expectation. Kei had told her he had something very important to discuss with her. He said it was happy news, so she decided to make an evening picnic of it.

Kei couldn't benefit from the fresh fruits she'd brought, and she wasn't sure if he could ever experience the warmth of a pleasant buzz after a couple of cups of good sake, but she knew he still appreciated these things. She sensed that something big was coming with this meeting, and she mentally braced herself for it as she looked around for any sign of her "uncle".

A sparse few people passed nearby, glancing at her curiously. Hana wasn't worried. People rarely started things in the well-lit areas of the park, and there were security patrols around the perimeter these days. She also knew that Chan had people keeping an eye on her for her safety, though he'd denied it when she asked him about it. Combined with Kei's silent protection, she knew she had nothing to fear from the dark.

Still, she checked her watch anxiously, unable to shake the feeling of premonition that warned her this particular meeting was going to bring changes to her life.

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"Come on, Sho." Kei stopped and looked at his companion worriedly. Sho had stopped in his tracks, and he was staring at the girl waiting on the picnic blanket by the big painting. "Don't back out now."

"I'm not," murmured the taller man, his aching blue gaze fixated on his daughter. "I just…don't know how to approach her. Don't want to scare her."

Kei bit his lip and looked at Hana. "Sho, even if she does get a little startled by the sight of you, she'll be too happy to see you alive and well to care. Trust me, and trust your daughter."

Sho swallowed and looked at the grass at his feet. "You go first. Explain to her, before I come. Give me a signal when you think she's ready to see me."

Kei checked a sigh. Put up against armed gangsters, the man barely broke a sweat. Faced with the task of saying hello to his own daughter, he was like the cowardly lion in the Wizard of Oz.

"Okay. Just take some deep breaths and try to settle yourself. It's going to be okay."

Sho nodded tensely, putting his hands into the pockets of his new white trench coat. Taking his cue, Kei resumed walking toward the young woman, leaving his companion behind. He gave her a gentle smile when she sensed his approach and looked up at him, and he squatted down before her on the picnic blanket.

"This is nice," he complimented, gesturing at the bowl of fruit and the sake tray. "A little extravagant for a meeting in the park, though."

Hana gave him a respectful nod and a smile. "I know it's a little much…but I felt like…I sensed that you have something important to say, so I thought I should make it special. Was I wrong? I'm a little embarrassed."

Kei shook his head. "Don't be. This is lovely and yes, I do have something important to say to you. May I?"

She glanced as he gestured at one of the red apples in the wooden bowl, and she nodded. As Kei took the treat and bit into it with appreciation, she poured him a cup of rice wine. "Thank you," he said as he took the offering and washed his food down with it. It was good, juicy fruit and the sake was just right. It almost felt like a waste, but if it made Hana happy to offer it to him, he didn't care.

"This is about your father," Kei finally said, after agonizing over it for a moment. "Your birth father."

Her eyes widened a bit. "Oh. You aren't here to tell me he's dead, are you?"

"No! Absolutely not," assured Kei. He reached out and patted her comfortingly on the shoulder. "I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. He's very much alive, Hana."

She relaxed, visibly relieved. "Thank goodness."

Kei nodded at the bottle of sake. "Maybe you should pour one of those for yourself. I have some explaining to do, and what I'm about to tell you is going to be confusing and difficult to hear."

She glanced uncertainly at the bottle, before reaching for the empty wooden cup on the tray and taking his advice. "Is he hurt?"

"No." Kei waited for her to take a sip before continuing. "Hana, I've been wanting to tell you for so long, but I made a promise to Sho that I wouldn't. Years ago, when you were still a little girl and your mother was in the hospital, Sho asked me to take care of you if anything happened to him. He was badly hurt in a gunfight, and he was dying. I couldn't let that happen."

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She nodded in understanding, her hear pounding with anticipation. "You saved him?"

"That depends on who you ask," answered Kei with a sigh, looking up at the stars through the canopy of park trees. "He didn't see it that way, when he woke up. I made your father like me, Hana. I need you to forgive me."

She felt her throat tighten, and she shook her head. "There is nothing to forgive. If it was the only way to save him, I’m glad you did it. He wouldn't be alive, if it weren't for you."

Kei gave her a weak smile. "I'm glad you feel that way. He's always watched over you, and when he couldn't do it, I did it for him. He never wanted to leave you, but he couldn't face what he'd become, and that's my fault."

She had banished her anger long ago, having come to accept that for whatever reason, her father gave her to the Narita family out of love, and she knew that. She had never truly blamed him. She just wished she could see him again. She reached out hesitantly and she laid a hand over the vampire's clenched one, resting against his thigh.

"I know you both did what you thought was necessary, and I'm not mad. Kei…that night when Sandra and I got attacked…was my father there?"

"Yes," he confessed, keeping his eyes lowered. "He was the one that went after the robbers and got your handbags back. He was hurt in the process, but it wasn't serious."

"I knew it." She smiled. "I knew he was there!"

Kei smirked. "He knew it too. That's how I convinced him to come. He's here, Hana. It's time for you to reunite with him."

She looked around eagerly. "Where?" She got to her feet, forgetting about the food and the sake. "Touchan?"

A man stepped out from behind the bole of one of the big oak trees, backlit by the park lights behind him. His hair was long in the back, woven into braids that fell to just past his shoulders. The rest was styled into a shaggy cut, leonine in its style. He wore cream-colored dress pants and a blossom-print black shirt. A white trench coat complimented the outfit, and a pair of brown shoes finished it off. Even from the distance, she could recognize those ageless, noble features and Hana took a step toward him.

"Papa?"

The man approached, his steps hesitant and his expression unreadable. "Hana."

She met him partway, hardly noticing the passing of a couple of night-time joggers. She looked up at him, trying to read his face. He seemed wary of her…as if afraid to even touch her. Hana decided to make first contact and her vision blurred with tears as she cupped his beloved, much-missed face in her palms.

"I've missed you so much. I don't care what you are. You're my father and that's enough for me."

The impenetrable mask broke then, allowing the mortal feelings to show through the façade of indifference. Sho's unusual blue eyes welled up with tears and he studied Hana's face as though memorizing each fine detail. "Your eyes," he said huskily, "are just like your mother's. I'm so sorry, Hana. You deserved better."

She put her arms around him impulsively, crying herself. "I know you didn't abandon me, Papa. Don't be sad."

He returned her embrace hesitantly, and his powerful, preternatural body trembled against hers as he nuzzled her hair. "I love you. I'm so…proud of the woman you've become."

She began to cry in earnest, then. She kept one arm around his waist and she curled a hand against his chest, weeping into his shirt. "I love you too. I missed you so much."

He began to rock her gently, his deep voice offering gentle comfort. "Shhh, I'm here now. You're my girl and that isn't going to change."

He began to sing to her in a low voice—an old lullaby he'd often sung when she was a child. Hana closed her eyes and listened, comforted and soothed by her father's song.

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Kei watched the exchange and he felt his own eyes sting with tears. Accompanying the feeling of pride for what he'd set out to do and achieved was the bittersweet sting of regret. Yes, Sho wouldn't be alive today to hug his daughter as he was doing now, if it weren't for Kei turning him. Still, he knew that his friend would have preferred to die, if given the option. He forced a smile as Sho looked up to meet his eyes across the distance, and he mouthed a single, smug sentence.

"Told you so."

Sho gave him a less-than-friendly look in return. "Showoff," he mouthed.

Kei blurted a chuckle before he could stop himself.

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After hugging for countless moments, Sho and Hana returned to the picnic blanket to sit with Kei, and they caught up on things.

"You know he's in the Mafia," Sho murmured in regards to her fiancé, as he took the offered cup of sake from the girl. "Don't you?"

Hana nodded. "I know, Father. Not many people aren't, these days. It's how we survive in Mallepa."

Sho sighed, swirling his drink a little before taking a sip of it. "Yes, I know. I brought you into this, Hana. I wish I had taken you and your mother and moved far away."

"Don't," she objected, giving him a loving, aching little smile. "This is my home. It isn't perfect, but where is, these days? I have a loving family in you, Kei and my foster parents. I have protection. I have a good man to take as my husband—even if he has to resort to Mafia dealings as part of his career. I have no regrets, Father."

Sho rewarded her with a tragically reserved little smile. "So brave. I'll see to it that you are always protected, Hana."

Kei nodded in agreement. "We both will."

Hana smiled at the two of them, not the least bit put off by their vampiric natures. "I'm just happy to be here with you both, after all this time."

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"So," Kei said later that night, after he and Sho returned to the apartment, "you reunited with your daughter and nothing horrible happened. How about some gratitude?"

"Thank you," allowed Sho grudgingly. "Happy?"

Kei smiled sidelong at him. "I'll take what I can get. Do you want a drink?" He started towards the kitchen, intending to pour a Vodka for himself and whatever Sho wanted, as well.

"Yeah, give me a tequila," answered the taller man. He sat down on the red, plush couch and he turned the television on. "And Kei? Thank you. I mean it, this time."

Kei paused and turned to look at him, meeting his eyes across the distance. "You're welcome, Sho. I only did what I thought was best for both of you."

Shoe's gaze went to the nightly news. "I know."

Sensing that the other vampire wasn't comfortable discussing the situation in-depth, Kei went into the kitchen and procured the liquor bottles from a cabinet. Inwardly, he wanted to tell his companion that he loved him, and that he couldn't take joy in anything that caused him pain. However, he knew that Sho wouldn't respond well to such a declaration, this soon after the meeting with his daughter. He settled for what he could get and he brought the drinks into the living room with him, taking a seat next to his companion.

"Look at this shit," Sho remarked with a gesture at the screen, "You would think people would know better, by now."

Kei looked at the TV screen. They were broadcasting a story about a guy that got shot to death on the west side, while trying to break into a family's home. Kei shrugged. "We aren't much better, Sho. How many robberies have we committed since we've known each other?"

"Those were different," insisted Sho. "A heist against a crime organization isn't the same as breaking into some innocent family's home. At least the guy got what was coming to him."

Kei shrugged again, not refuting his point. He started to take a drink, only to find himself distracted by the feel of Sho's lips against his ear. The taller man had leaned in close and now he was apparently interested in fooling around. Kei concealed a smirk and tried not to react to the nuzzle. A shiver passed through him as Sho's teeth delicately tugged on the lobe of his ear, and he resisted the urge to squirm as the other man's hand settled on his knee.

"I've got to show my gratitude," murmured Sho between kisses. "Hmm?"

"If you must," responded Kei in a teasing tone.

It was impossible to remain completely indifferent. Sho was sexy as all get out, and his body was already betraying the effect that his seductive actions were having on him. The crotch of his jeans started to bulge tellingly and a low sound of desire hummed in his throat as Sho rubbed his thigh. The man had lips that could turn anyone on—gay or straight—and he began to demonstrate that they were as talented as they were appealing. He caressed the side of Kei's face as he kissed and nibbled his ear, throat and jaw. Kei shut his eyes and tilted his head invitingly to the side, giving his lover greater access. He gasped with surprise as he felt the brief sting of Sho's fangs puncture his neck, and then he moaned as he began to gently suck.

"You bite too much," protested the blond huskily, his body singing with pleasure.

Sho's hand cupped his swelling package, and those lips smiled against his throat. He stopped sucking long enough to purr a question in his deep, seductive voice. "Want me to stop?"

"No," answered Kei immediately, his breath quickening. "God, don't stop, Sho."

The suckling continued as requested, and the hand began to massage his groin. Kei bit his lip to hold back a moan, lifting his hips a little to press into Sho's touch. God, he wanted him. He wanted to have that tawny body lying supine beneath him, wanted to see the expression on those fine, handsome features as he entered him.

He of course completely forgot that when feeding, vampires sometimes caught flashes of imagery from the victim. He was reminded of this fact when Sho paused again and clicked his tongue in admonishment.

"The things you think about, Kei."

Kei's eyes popped open and his cheeks flooded with color. "I…I wasn't…I didn't mean to—"

Sho's mouth covered his on a kiss, muffling his embarrassed excuses. He could taste his own blood on the other vampire's lips and he compliantly allowed Sho's probing tongue into his mouth, giving it dominion over his. It stroked and curled sensually against his, while his hand steadily massaged his boner through the pants. The little fang wounds on his neck were already closing, hastened by his vampiric healing.

"It's only fair," murmured Sho after ravishing his mouth for a few moments. "I've had you. You should have me, too."

Kei couldn't remember the last time a sentence turned him on that much. He kissed Sho again, finally letting his desire manifest in a more aggressive way. The other man allowed him to dominate the kiss this time, and Kei hardly noticed when Sho took his forgotten drink from him and set it on the coffee table.

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A short while later, they were in the bedroom together, removing the last of their clothing. Kei kissed his companion feverishly as he unzipped Sho's pants and helped him out of them.

"You're sure about this?" asked the blond, retaining enough presence of mind to give him one last chance to back out. He didn't want Sho to wake up in the evening with any regrets.

"I'm sure," answered Sho. "If you can do it, so can I."

Guessing he'd only offend him if he reassured him that he would be as gentle as possible, Kei resumed kissing him. Sho stepped out of his pants and he balanced on one leg at a time as he pulled his socks off. Once he had him completely nude, Kei gently pushed against his chest, urging him onto the bed. Sho compliantly backed up and he lay down on the mattress, letting the slimmer man stretch out on top of him. Their erections rubbed against one another as they kissed passionately, and Sho reached down to stroke them together. He couldn't get his hand around the entire circumference, but his touch felt good and there was something so intimate about the way his swollen shaft pressed against Kei's.

"I love you," gasped Kei against the velvety lips. "I've always loved you, Sho."

Rather than accuse him of being overly dramatic, Sho responded with surprising gentleness. "Love you too, Kei."

It was such a change to see him in a submissive light, Kei nearly stopped what he was doing to simply stare at him. He was beginning to think that Sho had seduction down to an art, somehow sensing what would turn him on the most. He always seemed to say or do just the right thing to get Kei's lust burning brighter. A possessive thrill went through the blond as he took a page from Sho's book and bit him on the neck, drawing a gasp from him. He felt the other man's cock pulse against his with arousal and he reached down to join Sho's stroking, his fingers brushing against his.

He drank carefully from him, mindful not to drain too much. The purpose of this was to give pleasure, not to feed. The taste of him was something out of heaven for Kei, though. Even as a vampire, Sho had a taste that was simply intoxicating. He wondered if Sho felt the same about him when he fed on him. Their gripping hands stroked faster, synchronizing effortlessly with each other.

After a while, Kei gently disengaged from Sho's touch, not wanting to get over-excited and come before he was inside of him. Subdued by the pleasure of his bite, Sho didn't voice any complaint or try to stop him. He writhed beneath him as Kei continued to suckle, reaching for the lube on the nightstand as he did so. He guided Sho's knees up and apart to expose him for his purposes, and he slicked his fingers up thoroughly before rubbing some of the lubricant over the tight ring of flesh he was about to penetrate.

"Just relax as much as possible," instructed Kei against his companion's arching throat.

Sho nodded, still in a swoon. It occurred to Kei that feeding on him while he was doing this was probably going to save Sho some discomfort. He couldn't help but relax as the pheromones in Kei's saliva reacted with his bloodstream, putting him in a state of euphoria. He instinctively clenched a little in reaction to the initial penetration when Kei eased a finger in, but he relaxed again quickly. Reminding himself that this would be Sho's first time to do this, Kei reigned in his lust and took his time. He wanted this experience to be every bit as good for Sho as he knew it would be for him. It was important for it to be pleasurable enough for Sho to want to do it again, sometime. Though Kei usually preferred to bottom, getting to top now and then would be a delight.

He kept gently suckling as he worked to prepare Sho for him, pumping his finger slowly until the virgin passage began to loosen. He eased a second finger in when he thought he was ready for it, and he took heart in the tone of Sho's voice when he moaned in pleasure. He decided it was time to stimulate the little gland inside of him and he smiled against his neck as Sho's breath caught. The powerful body trembled in reaction to the sensation as Kei massaged the spot inside of him. The heavy cock twitched against his thigh, hinting that it wouldn't take much more to make it spill its seed.

"Kei," groaned Sho helplessly, stroking his back unconsciously.

"I think you're ready for me," announced Kei, pleased. He stopped suckling him and he looked down at him, admiring the way the light sheen of perspiration made his skin seem to sparkle. "We'll take it nice and slow, okay? I don't want to cause you any pain."

Sho nodded and swallowed, finally revealing a hint of anxiety. His pupils were still dilated with the effects of the bite, and it would take a little while to wear off. Kei thought it was best to enter him while he was still dazed from the swoon. He guided Sho's bent legs further back and he knelt between his spread thighs. He took a moment to run a hand over the tight muscles of Sho's chest and abdomen, admiring his body. He gripped his erection and positioned himself with his free hand, and when he pressed against the lube-slick entrance, he fondled Sho's erection to distract him.

"Oh, God," gasped Kei, as soon as he breached him. Tight…so tight…and yet, he fit like a glove. Sho stared up at him with parted lips and an expression of wonder on his face, and Kei wished he were in a position that would allow him to kiss that mouth. He made due with caressing the plush, parted lips with his fingertips and he clenched his teeth when Sho drew them into his mouth and sucked on them.

"Too fucking hot for you own good," panted Kei, feeling unusually aggressive. He closed his eyes and ran the tip of his tongue over his lips to moisten them, and he heard Sho make a growling sound. He opened his eyes again to see his companion staring at him with hot lust in his blue eyes, and it dawned on him that he must enjoy the sight of him licking his lips.

"You're mine," murmured Kei, finally feeling like he could say it without sounding like a complete idiot.

He began to move, slowly at first. Sho's breath shivered and his tongue swirled around the pads of the fingers he was sucking on. Kei made a blind grab for the sanitary wipes he'd put on the nightstand next to the lube and he wiped off his other hand—the one he'd prepared Sho with. He gazed down at his companion as he fucked him, unable to stop staring. Technically, doggy-style might have been the better position to start with, but he wanted to see Sho's face as he took him. He was glad he'd chosen this "missionary" style for their first time. If the look on that handsome face was any indication, Sho appreciated it just as much.

Kei experimented with his thrusts, edging in at different angles until he discovered one that seemed to stroke Sho's prostate just right and give him the most pleasure. The wide-eyed look of confused pleasure was testament enough, and Kei kept going. He stroked the length of Sho's erection as he pumped, and he tweaked his nipples one at a time, making them tighten into hard nubs.

He felt Sho move gingerly beneath him, and he nodded encouragingly. "That's it," he panted, "just go with it. Do what your body is telling you to do, Sho."

Though his folded position restricted how much he could move, Sho began to undulate beneath his thrusting lover, moaning with pleasure as each push of Kei's dick brought new sensations with it. He reached up, trying to touch him, but unable to quite make it. Kei removed his fingers from Sho's mouth and he caught his hand, squeezing it. He put more force and speed into his thrusts and he reveled in the way Sho's eyes rolled with pleasure and fluttered shut.

"You're close," observed Kei breathlessly as the thick length in his hand started to tighten in a telling way. Sho began to pant, and the blond realized he was deliberately trying not to come. He found that slightly amusing, guessing it was just a habit of his to try and extend the moment. Sho was used to being the one to perform, after all.

"It's okay," soothed Kei, squeezing his hand again. "Sho, don't hold back. You can come."

Sho swallowed, his breath trembling with his efforts. He tossed his head, still obviously resisting the climax that was pushing its way to the surface.

"Come for me," urged Kei, feeling his own peak approaching fast. "Let go."

"Ahhh…shit," groaned Sho at last, bucking beneath him. He twitched hard in Kei's gripping hand and he spurted in rapid, uneven bursts. Most of it got on his stomach, but a little landed on his chest.

The sight of him like that, at the mercy of his orgasm and openly vulnerable, made Kei so hot, he quickly followed him into orgasm. The spastic clenching of Sho's ass helped it along and soon, Kei was pulsing inside of him. He pushed deep inside of him and held it there, groaning his name as he filled him. Shuddering with the pleasure of it, Kei waited until every last throb was finished and he looked down at his companion with love in his eyes.

"You were," Kei breathed sincerely, "amazing."

"All I did…was lay here," gasped Sho with unusual modesty. "You did all…the work."

"But you made it go…so much smoother…than it could have," insisted Kei. He released Sho's softening cock to caress his face. "Did I make it good for you?"

"I could be mean and say 'no'," teased the other vampire candidly, "but then I'd…be lying. You made me see sparks."

Kei chuckled, still winded. "Good, then I guess you won't mind doing that again, sometime."

"Fair is fair," agreed Sho with a little wink.

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The next day, Hana got a surprise visit from her fiancé at her studio. Her smile of greeting died on her lips at the grim expression on Hanyu's face, as he came to her side. "Hanyu-san, is something the matter?"

He looked at her, and then he looked at the painting she had been touching up for completion. "Who is he?"

Hana looked at the painting of Sho, taken off-guard by the abrupt question. "He's…"

"What is he to you?"

She stared at him. "Pardon?"

"My guys saw you hugging him in the park last night. I thought they must be mistaken, but then I come here to find you painting his portrait. Who is this man, Hana?"

"You…think I'm cheating on you?" The notion seemed so ridiculous to her, but in realizing that he didn't know Sho was her father, she could understand why he'd gotten that impression. She shook her head. "Hanyu, let me explain."

"I would appreciate that."

"Hana?" Sandra called out from across the room. "Is everything all right?" The look she gave Chan left little doubt that she was prepared to call the police, if he was bothering her.

"Everything is fine," assured Hana, horrified by the thought of this simple misunderstanding turning into an ugly conflict. She took her fiancé by the hand and gave him a softly pleading look. "Please, come with me to the lobby, where we can speak in private."

His hard expression softened, and he allowed her to lead him away. When they were in the lobby, she took a seat on one of the couches and she urged him to sit beside her. She placed her hands into her lap and sighed, wondering how she could explain the details without mentioning what her father was.

"That man your people saw me hugging was my father," she said at last, deciding the bare facts would be enough. "My birth father, that is."

Hanyu frowned. "Sho? They told me he was dead…killed in a fight against Son when he went after my uncle."

"He didn't die," she explained. "But he left, after that. He found a foster family for me and he went far away. He just recently returned, and my Uncle Kei arranged for our reunion."

Familiar with the blond man who never seemed to age, Hanyu relaxed. "What does he want in Mallepa? Is he getting back into the business?"

"I don't know," she answered truthfully. "Maybe he's already in it, or maybe he's found another way to earn money. I'm just glad to have my father back."

"Do your foster parents know?"

She shook her head. "I haven't told them, yet. I don't want them to feel threatened. He isn't trying to take me away, he just wanted to see me again."

He looked down at her hands and he took them in his. "I was…afraid," he confessed. "Afraid of losing you. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. You're too good of a woman, to do what I accused you of. I should have known better."

She returned the pressure of his hands and smiled in understanding. "It's okay. I understand how it must have looked, for anyone that didn't know who he was."

"You must have good genetics in your family," sighed Hanyu. "That guy doesn't look any older than we are, but he's got to be in his forties."

Hana smiled, tempted to tell him the truth but knowing he'd never believe her. "He…just ages well."

"Does he know about us?" Hanyu turned the ring on her finger meaningfully.

"Yes, I told him. He's supportive."

"But I'm betting he doesn't approve," guessed Hanyu. "Not after being in the business himself and knowing what it entails."

She shrugged. "He knows it's my choice, and he accepts it. That's all I care about."

Hanyu glanced around to be sure they were alone, before leaning in to give her a quick, soft kiss on the mouth. "As long as he doesn't try to get in the way, I don't care."

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Hanyu left the studio after that, and he called up one of his associates. "Yang, it's me. I have the identity of the man seen with my fiancé in the park. It's Sho. No, not that one…the one who used to be my uncle's rival. Yes, he's still alive. I want him watched, if possible. He may cause trouble to our organization. No, he isn't likely to tell Hana what his plans are. He wouldn't want her involved. Forget about that idea."

Hanyu listened to the other man for a moment, before looking around and hailing a taxi. "Yes, he did cause a stir, back in the day. That's why we can't let our guard down. Find out if anyone we associate with has been having dealings with Sho. I'll talk to you later."

Satisfied that Yang would procure the information he was after, Hanyu ended the call and got into the cab as it pulled up to the curb. "Take me to the theater," he instructed the cab driver, upon taking a seat and buckling up. Seeing a movie might clear his head. He had to think carefully about how he was going to handle this situation.

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Later that evening, on the other side of town:

Sho stepped through the doors of the restaurant, looking around with an unreadable expression. The blue of his eyes were hidden behind the round shades he wore, and when the hostess approached him, she addressed him in a nervously polite tone.

"Sir, would you mind taking off your glasses before I seat you, or are they prescription?"

Sho lifted the shades and propped them on the crown of his head. "I have business with the owner. Can you seat me in a corner booth, out of the way?"

"Of course," she agreed, staring at him with a hint of surprise in her dark eyes.

Used to getting that kind of reaction when people saw the shade of his eyes, Sho silently followed her as she bade him. He looked around at the familiar surroundings, and the sting of bittersweet memories pained him. This place once belonged to his brother. Sho had bought it for him when he had the money to do so, looking at the restaurant as an investment that would keep Shinji too busy to fall back into his drug habits. For a time, the ploy had worked…until Sho's men got gunned down in broad daylight and Shinji held him responsible for it.

"Sir, will this do?"

Sho dragged his memories out of the past and looked at the corner booth. He nodded in satisfaction and sat down. "I'll have a Bloody Mary."

"Right away, Sir," said the hostess. "I'll tell Mr. Kwan that you're here. May I have a name?"

"Sho."

She nodded and went to tell a waitress to get his drink for him. Sho started to reach for his pack of cigarettes, but there was no ashtray on the table and he noticed that none of the other customers were smoking. He spotted the "no smoking" sign by the door and he sighed. These days, smoking in public was practically a crime. You couldn't even smoke in lounges or nightclubs, anymore. Maybe he should consider quitting, like Kei did. True, the blond bummed a smoke or two off of him on occasion, but Kei was no longer in the habit of smoking regularly.

"Hello, Mr. Sho," greeted a man's voice, distracting the vampire from his tobacco angst. Sho looked up as the Malaysian approached, and he took his offered hand to shake it. "This is unusual. What brings you here to my restaurant? If you like, I'll have a menu brought to you and you can choose whatever you want, free of charge."

"I'm only here to collect the money," answered Sho coolly. "And to go over the monthly figures with you. Why have you banned smoking from this place? I don't remember ever being consulted about that."

"It's city ordinance, sir," explained Kwan uncomfortably. "I don't make the rules, I just follow them. If we don't comply with the smoking restrictions, they'll fine us and shut the restaurant down. They've gotten really strict about that."

Sho sighed again. Fucking tobacco Nazis. "Go and get your records, so we can finish this. I have other places to go, after this."

"Of course," agreed the older man. He got up and gave Sho a little bow of respect. "Right away, Mr. Sho."

Sho watched him leave and he noticed one of the other restaurant patrons eyeing him curiously. Sho stared him down until he looked away. He guessed he was trying to decide if he'd seen him before. He'd been getting more and more of those looks of vague recognition since becoming active in Mallepa again. His past endeavors were practically legendary in this city by now, and people who figured out who he was tended to express shock and confusion. A cute little Japanese waitress with expressive eyes and a shy smile approached with his drink, and Sho relaxed his face a little.

"Here you are, sir," she informed him, setting down a napkin before placing his drink on top of it. "One Bloody Mary. Can I get you anything else? A menu, perhaps?"

"No, thank you," he murmured. "I'm not hungry."

His gaze slid to her neck, and he silently revised that statement as his teeth tingled warningly. He wasn't hungry for mortal food, but the thought of sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of his neck was giving him a "fanger"; his slang term for when his fangs elongated against his will. He hastily looked down and he sucked on the straw sticking out of his drink, tasting the cocktail experimentally. He nodded in approval, finding it just spicy enough to suit him.

"Let me know if I can get anything else for you," said the waitress with a bow.

Sho nodded.

~You can get out of my sight, before I jump you and fang rape you in front of everyone.~

He wouldn't have done it, of course. Though it wasn't uncommon for him to lose control when feeding on his prey and take it too far, he had never attacked an innocent…and that was precisely what this young woman was. Working through college, trying to make a better life for herself and get the hell out of Mallepa…Sho would sooner die than lay a tooth on her, regardless of how tempting it was.

The girl left and Sho took another drink of his cocktail. He felt his phone go off in his pocket, and he withdrew it to find he had a text message from his lover.

"Finished at music shop. Good monthly profit. Are we hunting tonight?"

Sho ran his tongue over his teeth and nodded. He wasn't as adept at texting as Kei, but he managed to get by. "Yes. Meet me at the restaurant. We hunt when I finish here."

"Good. I'm starving!"

Sho smirked in spite of himself as he responded. "Glutton."

Kwan returned with the folder of monthly statements, and Sho put his phone down to go over them with him. Business looked to be a little slow this month, but the profit margin was still up. Feeling unusually generous thanks to the prospect of hunting cheering him up, Sho didn't take his full percentage. He advised Kwan to use the extra money to replace the cooking utensils in the kitchen, as he'd been wanting to do for some time, now. He had one more cocktail before the meeting ended, and Kei showed up shortly after Kwan left the table. The blond spotted him and he said something to the hostess and pointed Sho's way. She nodded and gestured invitingly, and Kei crossed the room to sit with Sho.

"Bloody Mary?" guessed the blond.

"Mm," agreed Sho. He offered the drink to him. "Try it, the bartender mixed it just right."

Kei took the offer and had a sip. He nodded. "Good. It's not your usual fair, though. Vodka is my poison."

Sho shrugged. "I guess I just had you on my mind. You can stop smirking, now."

"I wasn't smirking," protested Kei. "Much."

Sho chuckled softly. "I know you're loving it."

A booted foot brushed against his leg from under the booth. "Knowing you think about me when we're apart? I could love it, just a little."

Sho felt the danger of his groin acting the way his fangs had earlier, and he tried not to think about the way Kei had looked the evening before, staring down at him with bliss on his comely face as he had him. He was just so fuckably pretty, even when he was the one topping. As if compelled to turn him on as quickly as possible, Kei took another sip of the cocktail and he swiped his tongue over his lips in appreciation.

"Mmm," murmured the blond.

"You want one?" Sho stared at his mouth, fascinated. He started to picture gross things, in an effort to control his body and avoid getting a huge boner.

Kei shook his head. "I'm too hungry to sit through a whole drink, right now. Maybe we can come back when we finish?"

"How do you stay so skinny, eating the way you do?" teased Sho. He finished off the drink and stood up. "Come on, let's feed that bottomless pit you call a stomach."

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Late the next morning:

"Police have found the bodies of two men presumed to be in their thirties. They were found in the sewers by city plumbers while they were laying pipework. Neither of the bodies had identification on them and the reported cause of death is thought to be from a loss of blood. Police are baffled, because there were no visible injuries or bruising, yet their was very little blood left in the bodies. They suspect foul play and it's speculated that the local Mafia might be involved."

Sho sat beside Kei on the couch, watching the ominous broadcast of the morning news. Both vampires had stayed up extra late, having sex and fooling around until before they knew it, ten o'clock came around and they decided to watch the morning news together.

"Shit," muttered Sho with a sigh, dragging his fingers through his bed-mussed hair.

"They don't have anything," said Kei. He squeezed his companion's robe-covered knee soothingly. "We healed the marks when we finished. There's nothing to link this to us."

"Yeah, but we should have been more careful when we dumped them," answered Sho. "Life might be cheap in this city, but too many 'mystery deaths' like that will raise questions."

"Then we have to try harder not to kill our victims," insisted Kei, "and failing that, we should shoot them or something, to make the cause of death less mysterious."

Sho snorted. "So you want to shoot our victims after we feed on them?"

"It would be better than shooting them before we feed on them," pointed out the blond. "They'd bleed out on us before we could drink our fill, otherwise."

Sho chuckled dryly. "Good point." He sobered and looked at him pensively, knowing when Kei was trying to bury his emotions. "Are you okay?"

Kei shrugged. "You know. The usual. I regret letting myself go like that and killing him."

"Yeah, I know." Sho put an arm around him and nuzzled his cheek. "I hate the way you torture yourself when that happens, but I guess if you didn't, you wouldn't be Kei."

The blond nodded in agreement, smiling a little. "Thanks. I think we should go to bed, now. We have a long night ahead of us and we'll need our rest."

"I agree." Sho got up and offered a hand to his companion. Kei took it and together, they went into the bedroom to try and sleep through the rest of the day. They had another job to do that night—hopefully one that wouldn't require gunfire and bloodshed. It was one of Chan's associates and despite the bad blood between himself and that family, Sho didn't want to wage war against them. Hana's engagement to Hanyu changed the dynamics between them, and Sho didn't want his future son-in-law as an enemy, for her sake.

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