Colour Me Blood Red

Oh my god I'm so sorry! I never realized how long it had been since I last posted, I've been really busy at home and work so I haven't been online a lot ... orz ...

Here's the next Chapter, sorry for the wait!!

Oh, don't quote me on this but I believe what Kirihara is doing is called Active Meditation. It's been ...good god ...12? years since I last read up on it, so this is just coming for the little memory still clinging to my brain.

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CHAPTER 32

Kirihara sat cross-legged in the centre of what he assumed was going to be a protection circle …as soon as Ryoma found the chalk he needed. The Rookie had run back down the stairs with a bellow of, “Mom! I need more chalk!”

He sighed; this was not his idea of helpful. What fucking powers was Ryoma talking about? That shit he pulled in the train station when he searched out Sanada? His blood, nothing more. Did that increase his supposed Psychic powers? Who knew. He didn’t know, and he really didn’t care. He didn’t need them, didn’t use them, so why did he need to know how to control something he wasn’t going to use?

Ryoma’s words came back to slap him in the face, ‘it’s like carrying a gun but saying you’re never going to use it; you may need to, but then, you won’t know how. And just because it’s tucked away in a holster doesn’t mean it’s safe’.

Logic, his mortal enemy.

That was exactly why he was now sitting in the middle of Ryoma’s small room with the damn cat glaring at him from atop the bed. He hissed at the cat, and the creature only hissed back. After that they had come to a mutual agreement to just sit and glare at one another.

Ryoma slipped back into his room carrying a small burgundy sack. He squatted behind Kirihara and finished drawing out the circle. After scribbling a few markings around it he circled back so he could sit in front of Kirihara, outside of the circle.

“Now what?”

“You’re pent up, it radiates off you like heat. Have you ever meditated?” Ryoma tilted his head. He shooed Karupin away when he realized Kirihara was staring over his shoulder at it.

“Like, Ohmm and shit?” Kirihara frowned; he didn’t like where this was headed. He didn’t think he was flexible enough to sit like that anyway.

Ryoma laughed; a delighted tinkling sound. “No idiot, like centering yourself and visualizing all your bad energy leaving.”

Kirihara frowned again, nope, couldn’t say he had. “Uhh …”

“And that’s a no,” Ryoma quickly looked around himself, “alright, the basis for a lot of psychic work is visualization. You want to build a shield, you imagine a wall being built around you, you want to pick something up from a distance, you imagine hands coming out of you and grabbing it. The same applies to meditation.”

Kirihara sighed, great, something else retardedly simple that he could fail at. He was never very good at the whole visualizing thing; it took way more concentration than his brain would allow.

Ryoma noticed his shoulders slump, “it’s not that hard. Alright, start by closing your eyes …don’t give me that look, just do it.”

Kirihara frowned but did as he was told, he tried to focus on the little stars behind his eyelids but Ryoma’s voice distracted him.

“Imagine your body is filled with a dark light …”

Again with the light.

“Now, imagine this fills your whole body, from your head, down your arms to the ends of your fingers, all the way down though everything to your toes. Feel this energy, it’s a bad energy.”

And this is stupid.

Kirihara sighed but tried to do as Ryoma told him. Dark light; somehow that didn’t seem right? Dark, to him, meant depressed. He was anything but depressed; his light should be red. His anger, rage, everything he felt always seemed to be red. Instead of the dark light Ryoma told him to imagine, he pictured something red filling him, something with heat.

“Put your hands on the floor, you should ground yourself in a few places besides your butt. Feel the floor underneath your hands. It’s an extension of the earth; you want all energy to go into the earth.”

And this was why he was an atheist.

“Connect yourself to the earth, let your dark energy seep into the ground where you are connected. Feel it slowly roll from your body, starting at your head. Let it sink through your hands into the earth, through your feet to the earth.”

It was not his fault if the earth got indigestion.

Alright, stop with the smart ass remarks, he scolded himself. Ryoma was genuinely trying to help him; he couldn’t say that about a lot of people.

The red energy rolled and curled inside of him and he imagined it receding from his head and down his shoulders. He pushed it past his shoulders and down his arms. With a start he realized that as soon as the red energy passed his shoulders he felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted off. He pushed it down his arms and felt the same, his arms felt lighter. He planted his feet firmer onto the ground and pushed all that red light into the ground, into the earth. When he pushed the last of it from him a tremor started at his toes and ran up his spine until he ended up shaking his head. His entire body felt lighter, and he felt almost energized, like he could get up and run around the block a few times.

“Feel better?” Ryoma tilted his head as Kirihara’s green eyes slowly fluttered open.

“What the hell was that!?” That was no meditation he’d ever heard of!

“A different kind of meditation, I didn’t take you for the conventional type, so I tried this. It seemed to work.” Ryoma shrugged.

“I feel …lighter?” he tilted his head; that sounded stupid.

“Ready for more?” A wicked grin spread across Ryoma’s face.

The next thing he needed to learn was to shield. He’d heard about that, but never really understood what it meant. It was a way to keep his shit in, and everyone else’s shit out. Ryoma’s words.

More visualizations. Joyous.

While Ryoma was explaining how to shield he flashed briefly to standing in Tezuka’s office, when he threw his rage or whatever at him. The quick wind that swept up around Tezuka, as if trying to block; was that his shield?

What did he feel better protected by? Wind didn’t strike him as very protective. A rock wall? Like around a castle? Maybe a big steel wall?


Without realizing hours had passed and the sun had risen to it’s peak and then started to lower on the other side.

Kirihara rubbed at his eyes, he was having a hard time keeping them open. He wasn’t tired; it was more of a mental exhaustion. He had built his shield, a sturdy brick wall. He had closed himself in a big tower, protected on all sides. He had to get the image of a princess trapped in the top out of his head because it tended to distract him when Ryoma threw small spikes of his power at him. He was supposed to learn how to keep his walls in place without getting distracted.

He was totally fighting a losing battle.

He had been knocked on his back several times, sometimes Ryoma just reached out and flicked him, other times he reached out and shoved him. It came at different intervals, with no pattern, all to see if he could handle it. So far, he had deflected a few smaller pushes, but the bigger ones kept catching him off guard.

“Ok!” He said defiantly and closed his eyes; he concentrated better when his eyes couldn’t focus on anything.

A heavy weight dropped onto his lap, making the air rush out of him with an ‘oomph!’. His eyes snapped open wide in shock and he shoved at the offending weight on him.

Ryoma chuckled and wrapped his legs around Kirihara’s back so he couldn’t be unseated.

“What the hell now!?” Kirihara squawked, trying to untangle the small but strong legs from around him.

“I think it’s about time you made it up to me,” Ryoma draped his arms over Kirihara’s shoulders.

“For what?!” Ryoma would not budge. With a resigned snort he crossed his arms and glared at the Rookie on his lap.

“For making me do all the work last time …”

What? OH! A blush spread across his cheeks and he turned his head so Ryoma wouldn’t see, “no.”

Unfortunately, that put his ear closer to Ryoma. The Rookie dipped his head and captured one hoop between his teeth. He tugged gently and let his tongue trail across the lobe.

Kirihara shivered, this was not happening.

“Ryoma …” he wasn’t sure what he was going to say, stop? I don’t want to do this? They both knew that was a lie.

The Rookie hummed in acknowledgment, still molesting his ear.

Kirihara sighed; he was getting too easy in his old age.

Ryoma felt the slump in his body and the fight seemed to leave. Smiling to himself he unwrapped his legs from around Kirihara’s waist. He was still a little tender from the romp with Tezuka earlier that morning, but he was never too sore for another go. “Parents are downstairs and my bed squeaks, you’ll have to do me right here.” He whispered against Kirihara’s neck.

“We’re kind of in the middle of your protection circle …” he slid his hands up the back of Ryoma’s shirt.

“Kinky isn’t it?” Ryoma chuckled and rolled his hips.

Kirihara chuckled, “not really the word I was thinking of …I’m not going to have some rampaging Goddess after me later am I?”

Ryoma tilted his head as he thought, “I don’t think so?”

Not the words he was hoping for. Not really believing, but not really wanting to take that chance, Kirihara flipped Ryoma over so his upper body was out of the circle. It wasn’t great, but it was an improvement.

Ryoma chuckled, “you’re paranoid.”

“I’m allowed to be,” he leaned down and kissed the Rookie.

Ryoma’s arms were back around his neck, fingers pulling at the thin material of his tee-shirt. He nudged the Rookie further up the floor with a knee to his backside. Once his hips had passed the circle Kirihara felt comfortable enough to unbuckle his pants.

Ryoma sat up, pulling the Hunter in for another kiss. He nipped at his lips, urging him into a heated kiss.

“We need to be quick,” he ended with a gasp when Kirihara moved to his neck. “Don’t take my clothes off.”

Kirihara frowned, “then how do you propose we do this?”

Ryoma grinned mischievously, “like this.” He rolled over onto his stomach, fumbling underneath himself to get his belt and pants open. Grabbing the edge of his jeans he slid them down to his thighs. Pushing his hips up he pressed his naked backside to Kirihara’s groin.

“Oh!” He took the hint and simply unbuckled and unzipped his own pants. He pushed them low enough so the zipper wasn’t a hazard and drew himself out of his boxers. “You wouldn’t happen to have lube or something here?” He didn’t like the idea of taking the little Rookie dry.

Ryoma sighed, “that’s what your mouth is for.”

Oh.

Kirihara sucked on two of his fingers before sliding them into Ryoma. Saliva wasn’t exactly the greatest lubricant, but it worked in a pinch. Spitting into his hand he coated himself and pushed into Ryoma. They didn’t have time for foreplay so he hoped the Rookie could handle a little pain.

Ryoma pressed his chest to the floor, face pressed into his arm. Kirihara heard muffled keening moans coming from the Rookie.

He wasted no time in letting Ryoma adjust and pulled out and then slammed his hips forward. He drove in and out of the Rookie, fingers digging into the small hips. He was going to leave bruises, and for some reason he felt a grin tugging at his lips with the thought.

Ryoma scratched at the floor, opposite hand trying to muffle himself. He didn’t bother thrusting back, Kirihara was doing fine all on his own! Their hips slapped together, jolting his body. The force started to tear him and he mentally cursed the starting pain, he wasn’t wet enough.

Pulling out, Kirihara spat on his hand and recoated himself. He pushed back in, sliding a bit easier. Ryoma whimpered, the pain dulling with the reduced friction.

“Shit!” Ryoma cursed and bit into the flesh of his forearm. He could feel a scream building at the base of his throat and it wasn’t completely from pain.

Kirihara clenched his teeth, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he tried to hold back very noise his body threatened to make. They needed to be quick and the way Ryoma scrambled against the floor and thrust back he was getting close. His belt buckle jingled at his hip, swinging back to slap his thigh every so often. Another keening whine escaped Ryoma and the Rookie looked over his shoulder back at Kirihara. He couldn’t hold back a moan at the look on the little Hunters face, their eyes met and he held that gaze until Ryoma lurched forward and screamed. His back arched enough that his forehead pressed to the floor as he came. Every muscle in his body clenched from the force of his orgasm. Strong muscles flexed under his hands and Kirihara raked his short nails up Ryoma’s thighs. The Rookie screamed again, clenching his internal muscles. The clench was too much and Kirihara bent over Ryoma’s back, teeth finding his shoulder as he climaxed.

He gently pulled out of Ryoma before collapsing onto his side beside him. Ryoma collapsed onto his opposite side so they were facing one another.

“Oops,” Ryoma grinned.

“Oops?”

Ryoma’s grin grew wider, “my scream wasn’t exactly subtle …”

Oh right. Well, if Ryoma’s parents didn’t hate him already …

Kirihara lifted his hips off the ground as he pulled his pants back into place. He looped his belt back into place and pushed himself up into a seated position. His knees screamed in pain from holding his weight on the hard floor and he stretched them out with a groan. Ryoma echoed his groan, still lying on the floor. Kirihara glanced at the Rookie and caught a glimpse of splattered white between his legs. He moaned and turned his head quickly.

“Can you clean up quickly before I …” Kirihara cleared his throat as heat rose up his neck to his ears.

Ryoma chuckled, a deep masculine rumble, “did you see something you like?” He rolled onto his stomach, spreading his thighs as best he could with his pants to his knees.

“Oh for fuck sakes,” Kirihara’s eyes traveled of their own accord to Ryoma’s thighs. His semen had started to leak out of the Rookie, trailing down his backside and thighs. “You are an unforgiving tease! I thought we were going to work on my shielding.”

Ryoma sighed, Kirihara made it so easy, but he was right. He wiggled around to get back into his pants. “Try shielding again.”

The change in topic flew over Kirihara’s head, “what?”

“Try building your shields again.”

Kirihara started to argue but one look from Ryoma sent him back to the circle grumbling. He crossed his legs and closed his eyes. He built his wall again, one overlapping stone at a time. With each stone his mind formed he found his concentration getting stronger, his mind focusing more. Sounds outside his mind disappeared as the rocks fell into place, faster and faster until he was no longer building it a stone at a time but entire sections.

There was a small push at his shield, and then another, but he had built his wall to strong. A hard shove came next, rocking him back on his tailbone, but this time he shoved back. He sent a pulse of that red energy through his wall, making the stones expand with it.

“Shit!” Ryoma cursed in shock when his energy was flung back at him with force. He called his shields around himself tighter, in time to deflect it harmlessly away.

Kirihara opened his eyes when he heard Ryoma swear, “what?”

Beads of sweat graced Ryoma’s hairline and he chuckled in surprise, “you threw my energy back at me …caught me off guard.”

“I did?” Kirihara grinned.

“Yeah, I was right, you can’t concentrate when you’re fired up, so to speak, so I …um …needed to tire you out a bit.”

“An ulterior motive for the ulterior motive …” Kirihara teased. It kind of made sense, and hey, it worked.

“Stay here tonight,” Ryoma suddenly blurted out.

Kirihara checked his watch, “can’t. Sanada has guards at my house and I’d rather not have to explain to your parents why there are two pissed off Vampires banging down their door demanding where I am.”

“Speaking of Sanada-san …”

Kirihara winced, he knew he should have been smarter than to name drop the Master around his partner. “What about him Ryoma?”

“I want to know why you backed down from him, when Kirihara Akaya backs down from no one.”

Kirihara shrugged, “I don’t like him.”

Ryoma snorted, “Bullshit. You don’t like Tachibana-san and you go out of your way to get in his face. I think you’re scared of Sanada-san, but you never used to be. Something happened between you two, something only you know about.”

Kirihara turned his full attention to the Rookie, “you’re smarter than you look, you know.” There was a burning intelligence in the Rookie’s eyes that he had only seen on one other person. Echizen Nanjiroh. Looking at Ryoma he realized that the spoiled brat act was just that, an act. Who would be afraid of a little snot-nosed punk? A pretty and petite little golden eyed boy, nothing threatening at all. People spoke more freely around a person they felt didn’t have the mental capacity to understand what the grown-ups were talking about.

Kirihara had used the tactic himself; look cute and innocent and no one suspects you’ve got a gun under your jacket.

Ryoma’s thin eyebrow arched in amusement, “so I’m right.”

Kirihara sighed, “look, Ryoma, I’d rather not get into it, you probably wouldn’t believe it anyway.”

“Kirihara, I know your reputation, nothing scares you. For a reaction like this, I’d even believe if you said Sanada-san raped you.” His eyes widened and he clamped his hands over his mouth when Kirihara turned away a little too quickly. “No, no, no way. You don’t mean he actually …”

It was a little late now to try and lie, “twice actually.” He tried to face Ryoma when he told him but he couldn’t seem to get his eyes off the floor. “The first time he just …” he made a crude gesture with his right hand and shrugged. “The second time he full on …” he couldn’t get the word out, he shook his head and tried again. “He …” he clenched his eyes shut and cursed to himself, “raped me.” It sounded so much worse out in the open.

“Kirihara …oh my god …I’m so sorry …I …” Ryoma stammered, he hadn’t meant to make that comment, especially not thinking it was true!

“When my parents were killed, you know the story right?”

Ryoma nodded, not trusting his voice.

“Sanada and Yukimura saved me. One of the Vampires had molested me and then tried to turn me into a Vampire. Sanada gave me his blood to break the chain the other bastard had started making and then brought me to your parents. He hoped I would be protected from the others sent by the original Master of the City to kill me because he feared I would die in the night and become a child Vampire.”

Ryoma’s eyes only managed to get wider. “I …I had no idea …”

Kirihara shrugged, “not many do. I’d kind of prefer to keep it that way.”

Ryoma nodded rapidly, “yeah of course.”

“Because of the blood, Sanada has some idea that I belong to him and he’s using me as an example because the Vampire community is starting to see him as weak. I have no fucking idea, I just know that I am somehow twisted up in Vampire politics, and that I have enough Vampire blood in me to make me …unstable.” He shrugged again, what else could he do? He’d already cried and screamed about it and it brought him no further, so he settled on just plainly not caring.

“How much does Tezuka know?” Ryoma whispered, it didn’t feel right using his full volume, as if a louder voice would break Kirihara some how.

“Just the history, nothing else. He doesn’t need to know anything else.” Kirihara gathered the remainder of his things and headed for the bedroom door. He wanted to go home. Niou was probably wondering where he was.

“He should know. He can assign you as far away from Sanada as possible!”

Kirihara spun to face Ryoma, who jumped in shock, “he doesn’t need to know!” The look on the Rookie’s face made him feel guilty for yelling, he was just trying to help. “I’ve gotta get home. Thanks for your help.”

Ryoma nodded slowly, “I’d still like to work with you more, there’s still more you need to learn.”

Kirihara paused in the doorway, hand flexing around the doorjam. “Sure.”