Love Hina - Tears of Blood
Tears of Blood[PG-13]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson

Summary: Inspired by Blood Hina on fanfiction.net and offended that 
the otherwise brilliant Teriyaki Chicken used Kuei-jin instead of 
Kindred, here's my version of how Keitaro is turned into a vampire...

Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou, Vampire - The Masquerade and 
whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story are 
mine though, all mine. This series deals with unpleasant things, such 
as death, undeath and whatnot. If this disturbs you, don't read.

Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, 
although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as 
iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at 
http://hawksgalaxy.com or by clicking on my handle up above.

"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+

*** Previously, on 'Tears of Blood' ***

"What decision is that, Haruka-san?" he inquired and rubbed the back 
of his head were Haruka had slapped him, as well as his forehead, which 
had unexpectedly banged against the wall again from the force of her 
blow.

"If you're going to run away and start a new life, or if you're going 
to attempt and reclaim your old one. And if it's the latter, how much 
you're going to tell the others." she replied, an omnious note in her 
voice as she waited for his reply.

*** Roll credits ***

Chapter Two:

"Run away?" Keitaro exclaimed and shook his head. "I can't do that, I 
have to go to... Oh... I can't go to Todai now, can I?" he asked with 
a stunned look on his face.

"Not in person, not in the daytime, no." Haruka replied.

"You could... Pretend to live far away. There is a distant studies 
option." Mutsumi suggested. "My father wanted me to use that and study 
at home, so that they could look after me and not have to worry so 
much." she added, still so much on the edge that her usual confusion 
was nowhere to be seen. "You could even... Live far away in actuality. 
You could... I could... Kei-kun could come and live with me, we could 
study together back at the island."

"Mutsumi-san..." Keitaro stuttered as the woman in question moved 
closer to him, standing so close that her breasts were bumping into 
him and her face was almost brushing against him. "Ahhh... Mutsumi-
san... Ahh..."

"Keitaro, are you..." Naru inquired as she strode in through the door 
without knocking, comming to a screeching halt as she saw Keitaro in 
his shredded clothes and a flushed face, Mutsumi standing very close 
to him and Haruka overlooking it all with an impassive expression, her 
gun tucked away faster then the eye could have seen it.

"AH! Narusegawa, forgi..." he began, but didn't get any further then 
that.

"Forgive you? Have you done anything that you need to be forgiven 
for?" she instantly inquired, walking up towards him as he tried to 
scrambled away from Mutsumi, who fainted from all the excitement, 
knocking him over and landing on top of him, her face buried in his 
groin.

"Ah! Narusegawa, I didn't mean..." he tried, his face bright red, eyes 
larger then saucers and his hands held up in a feeble attempt to 
placate the now furious woman in front of him.

"Keitaro, you pervert!" she howled and yanked him up by his collar, 
spun him around and threw him straight through the wall, making 
another hole right next to the other one.

"I guess some things never change." Haruka mumbled to herself, a 
slight smile on her face as she turned around and left Naru to tend to 
the unconcious Mutsumi. She had business to attend to before it was 
too late, Keitaro would need blood, healing his injuries must have 
taken almost everything he had and until he was fed, he would 
experience some serious impulse-control-problems.

Fortunately, she knew just where to get it.

***

"Ow, ow, ow, ow." Keitaro groaned, raising his head above the surface 
of the water, then wished that he hadn't. Standing in front of the 
water, a towel wrapped around her body, was a soaked Aoyama Motoko. 
Her fists were clenched as she raised the right one to brush wet hair 
out of her face, so she could glare at him more efficiently. He 
swallowed nervousely and kept his gaze directed at her face, just her 
face, not any lower then her face, defenetively not at her chest. 
"Ahhh, Motoko-chan..." he started, searching furiously for the right 
thing to say, something which would keep him from getting pounded by 
her as well.

"Urashima..." she stated flatly, her fiery gaze searing him as he felt 
frozen to the spot. "Leave. Now." she added, pointing back over her 
shoulders and he instantly sprung into action, eager to do whatever he 
could to get away before she changed her mind and slugged him.

"Yes!" he agreed and scrambled out of the water, hastily walking 
through the door and closing it behind him with with a relieved sigh.

"Keitaro!" a scream came from his right and he instantly dived to the 
floor, avoiding Su's flying kick only to be struck in the face by a 
cumbersome face mask vielded by Sarah. He blinked several times to 
clear his vision, then looked up at the two of them.

"What?" he inquired, knowing that it wasn't any real point in getting 
mad at them. Su wouldn't understand why he was upset over their funny 
game and Sarah would understand, but wouldn't pay it any heed.

"Keitaro missed dinner!" Su declared, scaling the wall until she was 
hanging from the ceiling. "Shinobu made Kaolla Special Curry." she 
added and he saw how Sarah winced out of Su's sight and he found 
himself nodding with sympathy. Su had no doubt added some spices when 
Shinobu wasn't looking, since she though Shinobu's version of her dish 
was too tame.

"I wasn't hungry anyway." he replied as he stood up, brushing dust off 
his clothes, before he remembered just how torn up they were. He 
sighed, since moving to Hinata Sou, buying new clothes had become a 
more common occurance in his life. He couldn't even afford to buy porn 
any longer, because new clothes used up all his extra cash.

Which was probably just as well, since Sarah, Su and Naru had an 
unpleasant knack for finding it, no matter where he tried to hide his 
precious magasines and valued tapes.

"Keitaro, why are you looking at me like that?" Su inquired. "You 
look as if Naru was standing naked in front of you, holding a cold 
beer and a roasted chicken." she added and grinned happily. "Do you 
want to see my panties?"

"No!" he protested and turned around, blinking and rubbing his 
temples. He had been staring he realized, staring at her neck and 
imagining how fresh hot blood was flowing through her veins, wondering 
what it would taste like. "No, I'm just... Tired, yes, that's it. 
Tired." he added, then walked away, heading for his room.

"The Ronin is a pervert! Pervert! Pervert!" Sarah sing-songed, dancing 
in circles around him.

"Pervert, delicious?" Su inquired, jumping from wall to wall.

"I need an asprin." Keitaro stated to the world in general. "Hello, 
Mitsune-san." he stated absently as he passed her in the corridor, 
trailed by Su, Sarah and accusations of being a pervert.

***

"Kei-kun?" Mutsumi inquired as she came too, staring around herself 
and at the woman tending to her.

"He's... Ahh... Not here any longer." Naru replied, blushing and 
looking down at the floor for a moment.

"Ara?"

"I sort of... Threw him out of here." Naru explained and nodded at the 
holes in the wall. "Sorry about the wall, Mutsumi-san." she 
apologised, berating herself for her short temper and how easily she 
seemed to loose it these days.

"Ara, ara." Mutsumi sighed and smiled loopsidedly. "Naru-san must 
really like Kei-kun to care so deeply." she announced and stood up, 
back to her old self again. She walked over to the kitchen counter and 
cut a watermelon in half, nicking her thumb in the process. Then 
divided one of the halfs into managable slices which she placed on a 
place before she returned to Naru, offering the plate to her. She 
absently accepted a slice and Mutsumi sat down, taking a slice 
herself.

"Like that idiot? No way." she protested.

"Naru-san always says that, but behaves as if she does." Mutsumi 
debated with a goofy grin, taking a large bite out of her melon slice.

"I do not." she muttered sheepishly and dug into her slice with a 
venegance, hoping that Mutsumi would change the subject.

"Then Naru-san won't mind if Kei-kun moves out and goes back to live 
at my home?" Mutsumi inquired, causing Naru to choke on the melon, her 
eyes bulging out of their sockets.

***

Urashima Keitaro sat in his room, the lights unlit and the book on 
the table in front of him unopened. He was staring at nothing, hardly 
aware of his surroundings as he tried to process what had happened to 
him.

He had died.

He had been brought back to unlife.

He now fed on blood.

He was a vampire.

He couldn't go outside during the day.

He sighed, he was a monster. He had to go someplace far away, never 
see another human being and never endanger any of his friends by 
simply being what he was now.

He had made a promise.

He couldn't leave.

He loved Naru.

He loved this Inn and the people in it.

He. Had. Promised.

He sighed again, he was a monster, he had to go someplace far away, 
but he couldn't. He had to stay, he had to study and he *had* to get 
into Todai.

+knock+ +knock+ +knock+

The knocks were faint and Keitaro looked hopefully at the hole in the 
ceiling, hoping that it was Naru, but instead the door behind him 
opened and Haruka walked into the room.

"What is it, Aun..."

+thwack+

"What is it, Haruka-san?" he inquired as his aunt walked into the 
room, closing the door behind her. She looked around in the darkness, 
then flipped the light switch and sat down on the other side of the 
table from him, gazing impassively at him.

"Have you decided, Keitaro?" she asked him, her face and voice 
revealing nothing.

"I... I can't leave." he replied, clenching his fists and looking down 
at the floor for a split second, thus missing the relieved smile on 
her lips and happy glimmer in her eyes, which vanished in the blink of 
an eye, thus he only saw her neutral expression when he looked up 
again.

"Then you'll need this." she stated and a bag that he hadn't noticed 
she was carrying was placed on the table. He looked closer at the 
white object, marked with 'Hazardous. Medical Supplies.', the red 
cross and 'Hinata Hospital'. He tenatively reached out and flipped it 
open, revealing four plastic bags filled with blood lying on a thin 
layer of ice. "That should tide you over for a few days, by then, I 
should be able to get my hands on some more."

"Wh-what is this?" he inquired woodenly, staring with confusion at 
Haruka.

"I don't think you're ready to hunt just yet and I will not allow you 
to feed upon the girls here. she replied. "You hear me, nephew? I. 
Will. Not. Allow. It." she added for emphasis and suddenly the pistol 
was back in her right hand. "Now, drink it all, every last drop. Then 
don't even think of feeding before I can get you some more." she 
ordered.

"All right." he nervously agreed and under her careful supervision, 
drank and licked up every drop of blood from all four bags before she 
seemed satisfied.

"Excellent." she praised him and shoved the empty bags into the 
container. "Two days, three at the most, then I'll have some more for 
you. Then we'll have to begin to train you, train you how to hunt and 
how to feed without killing." she stated, causing a cold shiver to 
slowly crawl up his spine.

***

"What the heck is going on here?" Naru whispered to herself after 
having pulled her head out of the hole connecting her room to 
Keitaro's room below, pushing the board and placing Liddo-kun on top 
of it as a guard. "He... She made him drink..." she said to herself, 
her eyes bulging out of their sockets. "What the heck is going on 
here?" she repeated.

The End! ( For now... )


--<< Sent By >>--
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
ICQ:21771860
http://hawksgalaxy.com
hawk@telia.com

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