A song for Vampires

Claire moved through the company Vita building unnoticed leaving him to believe that his departure had gone unnoticed as well. He was wrong, as soon as he entered the 'heaven' of his own room he was struck down by his own guards.

" Let go of me you, assholes! It's me." He shrieked indignantly trying to get free of their hold.

/Why are they doing this?/

Murro stepped forward removing the potential weapon from his master's hand, handing it off to Giobanni who examined the guitar with great curiosity.

"It's an instrument." Giobanni announced handing it back to Murro who then placed it off to the side.

"No shit."

Claire spat angrily, brushing the fabric of his shirt even thought there was nothing there to brush. His eyes stared menacingly at them all in turn falling on a shadowy figure poised in his bedroom door.

"What's all the noise?"

Buma asked, his voice heavy with sleep; Claire's sheet hanging loosely about his narrow hips secured by a knot just above his waistline like a child that refused to let go of it's parent, his hair was wild and uncombed around the mask that was his face. Surprisingly, this look did nothing for the normally turned on Vampire.

Using mocking tones,

"AWW! Did we wakey baby Buma? Daddy so so-rry! Let me put you back to sleep!"

Claire removed a pistol from his left boot taking aim at Boma's head. Taking hold of his boss' arm, Giobanni managed to jerk the weapon from it's target just as the shot was fired. The sound echoed throughout the building while the bullet itself missed the placid faced Boma by a few inches instead making it's mark in the doorpost.

Boma examined the hole with the tip of his nail, first circle the outer edge before fitting the tip inside. He seemed unfazed by Claire's actions. He in turn just turned away heading for his discarded clothes in the corner of the room.

/Good-bye, Blue Bomber./

Boma stated in his mind as he dressed quickly wanting to get away from whatever trip Claire was on at the moment, knowing that when he came down, Claire would call on him for sex.

Claire waltz over to where Murro had set Kia's guitar, wrapping his fingers slowly around the neck of it, almost caressing it out of the memory of last night. He was unaware that he was being watched. Then again, when wasn't Claire being watched? He scratched his nails against the strings producing a sound that was semi pleasant to the ears. He smiled fondly down at the instrument that brought him so much joy.

/He's probably wetting his pants waiting for me to call him!/

Claire smirked devilishly at thoughts of Kia and the plans that he has for 'them'. As much as he had thought he loved Boma, he couldn't help but find himself drawn to Kia. There was just something there he couldn't quit grasp but he knew he had to go back there to find out.

"I'm leaving."

Boma uncharacteristically announced to his lover. Normally he would go without as one word of farewell to the young Vampire.

"That's nice." Claire murmured idly stroking the smooth wood of the guitar thinking of other wood he'd like to be stroking soon but something told him that he would have to be patient with this one. Oh, yeah, it will be worth the wait!

Boma regarded the instrument which interest. His eyes roaming over it while his nose sniffed the air around it picking up an unfamiliar scent. A male's scent.

"Where'd it come from?"

He silently demanded of his lover.

Claire's eyes snapped away from his prize to stare haughtily at his soon to be ex. Replying ever so coolly,

"Where'd you come from?"

Frustrated and refusing to play fifty questions with Claire; he would continue to answer a question with a question leaving Boma in a dead end which was an utter waste of time for both.

Boma proceeded towards the door not surprised to have these words following after him,

" Call you laters, B."

Claire giggled childishly.

"Whatever." Boma muttered under his breath.

The relationship was dead, he was sure. It was obvious that Claire had found a new infatuation.

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Kia anxiously paced the around the bar with only his damp bar-rag for company. The sound of his father's music played in the background providing a mood but didn't yet hold a candle to his live act .Despite all of Daisuke's Claire stories, Kia hadn't seen anything really disturbing about the flamboyant mob boss. He just wished that he hadn't made off with his father's guitar, the only thing that Kia had left of him. Tears spring under his weary eyelids. He wiped them away. With shoulders slumped and a grimace firmly in place he poured himself a nice stiff drink.

"A man should not drown one's sorrows by means of the bottle."

Came the voice of Dice's philosophical partner, J. Kia was so wrapped up in his misery he hadn't realized that he had company. The bar didn't open until after seven.

After knocking back the drink and feeling the burn of it slide down his dry throat Kia answered,

"You'll find regret at the bottom where as you found comfort in the act."

He raised the bottle again, his time to his lips.

"That's true but-"

"What's got your nerves on edge?"

The pretty blonde detective inquired of his friend interrupting his partner as he hopped up on a barstool. He raised his shades from his eyes to his head so that he could get a better look at his boyfriend. Kia took one final swig of scotch before placing the bottle back amongst the others.

"You look like shit."

Daisuke remarked leaning over the bar to kiss the disheveled Kia. Their lips touched briefly under the eyes of the very curious android who just stood there like a steel statue.

"Sorry, J."

Daisuke apologized not feeling very sorry at all, just annoyed that he was still there.

" A man should not-"

Giving J a shove towards the door,

"Finish it outside. Me and Kia have something important to talk about."

Kia just shook his head watching as the android lumbered out of his bar. Daisuke turned around on his stool, green eyes shinning with affection.

"So what's eating you?"

/Should I tell him? No Claire would kill me if I told./

Kia shrugged his shoulders.

"Why would anything be wrong?"

He answered casually leaning against the bar. As soon as he did he felt the vibration of Claire's phone in his pocket.

/Why now???/

Kia silently cursed, his distress showing on his face.

Daisuke's brows puckered in thought.

/He's hiding something from me. Just like when I thought he was going to kill his brother./

Daisuke's mistrust of Kia that day has put a bit of an strain on their relationship, i.e. Kia's unwillingness to give him so over to Dice at the moment. What was love without trust?

" I have to use the head."

Kia said excusing himself to the restroom. He locked the door behind him for in case detective Aurora got any ideas.

" Moshi Moshi."

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Kia's voice came out in a low hushed tone that made Claire's smile deepened. He loved the same the sound of Kia's voice as much as he loved his playing. With headset firmly in place giving Claire's hands the freedom to roam the guitar resting lovingly across his office desk, Claire ran a paperclip over the strings producing a truly ghastly sound, almost like a low moan from the guitar's mouth if it had had one.

Mortified,

" What are you doing to it?"

Kia asked, his voice shrill yet strained. Claire giggled on his end.

"I'm so bad at this." He sighed deeply with the shy-like innocents of an child. He ran the metal against the cords again harder his time producing a far more disturbing sound.

Kia felt like his ears were bleeding as the vibrating sounds of the cords hit them.

" Want you to teach me to play like you.." Claire said simply,

" I'll pay you for your services."

He added hoping to entice him.

Kia bit his bottom lip. What Claire was asking didn't seem that bad a deal.

"When do we start?''

Kia asked reluctantly.

"You don't sound pleased."

Claire's tone had dropped from flirty and suggestive to hard edged.

" Look, I'm a reasonable guy. I can understand if this-" Another cord rang out,

"isn't as important to you as it is to me."

/Important to him? Important how?/

" When do you want me?"

Claire's high pitched giggles cut through him like nails on the chalk board.

"When ever you're ready to give it up, but I'll see you tonight if you like. Just keep the door open for me to slip in. Ks?"

" Claire..."

Kia was at a loss for words. Once again Claire had taken him out of context. Claire didn't wait for anymore comments on Kia's end. He removed his headset from his ears ending the conversation.

/He has to like me somewhat. He gave me that kiss, that had to count for something, right?/

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I’m going to continue this story. I almost forget that it existed but after reading it I’ve decided that it deserves to be finished.