Title: My Blood Red Rose
Rating: PG-13 (this may change in later chapters)
Member/Pairing: Aiba and Nino mostly. Although this will change as the story progresses and I don't want to ruin too much.
Author: Lastofthefew.

[Notes] - Everyone agrees Vampires are sexy, right? Good. Anyway, so much inspired this fic that it's hard to remember. Things like why Nino was wearing a scarf in the summer, my desire for there to be a live action Vampire Knight, the fact that Nino seems to never age, and how Aiba is quite frankly the only person I want to see play Kaname in the above drama!
Anyway, please don't hate me for the way I've portrayed the vampires in this story. Light doesn't hurt them, they eat normal food, look like normal guys...hell, they even have reflections. This is all for a reason, to make them more real. I know some people might hate me for it, so...I'm sorry in advance.
Oh, and I don't own anyone or anything. This is just a work of fiction from my broken mind. (I might like to own a vampire Aiba though.)

Comments are love!

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Aiba sat cross legged on the floor of the immaculate apartment. The table in front of him was bare except for an out of date filming schedule and a glass of two day old water. From outside, the sounds of the city invaded the tranquility of the room. Cars honking horns in annoyance at others, people shouting and laughing, children crying. None of it reached the ears of the brown haired man sat on the floor of the immaculate apartment though. Aiba Masaki was too lost in himself to notice. Normally, he was immaculate, just like the apartment he lived in. No hair ever out of place, no creases in his clothes. But now, sat on the floor of his rented apartment he looked like a man who had lost everything. His hair fell limply into his eyes, greasy and uncared for. His clothes smelled old and unwashed, and his green sweater was full of holes. This wasn't the Aiba that people knew, this was just the shell of a man who had lost it all.
Sitting on the floor, his hands shook in his lap. His whole body twitched and convulsed with some unseen force. Shadows darted silently across his face, unvoiced words forming on his lips before being swallowed back down. His eyes darted left and right as if looking for something that only he alone could see. Back and forth, back and forth, forever searching, never finding. His hands made fists in the fabric of his shorts, grasping it as if it alone was to blame for everything that was wrong. Tighter and tighter he pulled until his knuckles were white and the material threatened to rip in two. With his muscles spasming across his body, he threw himself to the floor. The cold hard surface gave him no relief though. His mind was too wracked with the need. It demanded, it insisted, it tortured and tormented him, but he wouldn't give it what it wanted, what it craved. Never, never would he succumb to what it wanted him to be. Never.
Aibas legs thrashed on the floor, a silent groan forming in his closed mouth. It would pass, as it always did, but each time was worse than the last, each time pushed him closer to the edge, each time made him want to die a true and human death. Maybe this time would be his last, maybe he would cease to be, maybe he would just die here on the floor of his immaculate apartment. It was all just wishful thinking though, Aiba knew that now, even death was just a dream that he was denied.

The sun streamed into the apartment the following morning, crisp and bright and so full of warmth. It bathed the room in a golden light, its rays falling gently across the sleeping mans face. He shifted a little, moaned in his sleep and rolled onto his back. Some when in the night he'd shed his green sweater, as it now lay halfway across the room, ripped and torn. He'd loved that sweater. It has been a present from Ohno for his birthday three years before. Now it lay tattered and forgotten, broken and useless.

The shrill ringing of his mobile phone finally woke a sleeping Aiba. Groaning, he reached out a hand, knowing that it had to be beside him somewhere. After what seemed like a lifetime of fumbling around, his fingers settled on the cool metal of the phone. He flipped it open without looking to see who it was, groaning with the effort that it took to move his distressed body.
"Hello?"
"Aiba, it's Nino."
Aiba's brows furrowed as hatred flared inside him. Deep in the pit of his stomach he felt every fiber of his being contract in dislike as the other mans soft tones invaded him from the phone line.
"What do you want?" He asked with ice tainting his voice, still lying on his back.
"Is that any way to talk to me Aiba-chan? Really...I could get offended." Nino laughed. This was how they were now, slowly simmering resentment and dislike. On the surface, to those around they were the same, but under that, in the private times they spent together they were something else entirely.
Aiba let silence hang between them like a black storm cloud.
"Bad night?"
"Yes."
"You know there's only one cure for that, but we'll talk on that later. Now though, I was supposed to remind you that you'll be picked up in an hour. Filming starts at 11am. We'll see you there."
Nino hung up and Aiba cursed under his breath as he stared up at the ceiling. Damn him for this, damn him to hell for everything he'd done.

Filming finished late that evening. By the time they'd all showered and changed clothes the sun had set and most normal people were at home. Arashi though were only just winding down.
"I'm exhausted!" Jun exclamed as they all packed their bags up. Everyone nodded and filled the room with a chorus of agreement. It had been a hard days work, and after several weeks of rest it had come as a bit of a shock to all of them. Aiba was trying his best to be normal, to be the goof-ball that everyone knew him to be. The problem was that that person seemed to be someone he'd lost contact with. The Aiba he knew now was a broken man, a twisted shadow of the person he used to be. Exhausted and filled with constant pain, he was a ghost in his own body, a stranger to his own reflection.
He stifled a yawn as he pushed an uncooperative pair of jeans into his bag.
"Aiba are you ok? You look more tired than all of us put together, and you've lost some weight too." Sho said, leaning casually next to him and prodding his sunken stomach as his eyes scanned Aibas pale face.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I am tired though, maybe I have a virus or something."
"Ah, maybe that's what it is. You should take care of yourself though. I'll get mum to cook you up some of her soup, that'll make you feel better."
Aiba smiled, "That would be great, your mums cooking is the best!"
Satisfied that he'd put his mind at rest, Sho said his goodbyes and was the first to leave. In a matter of minutes both Jun and Ohno had left as well, leaving Aiba staring into the mirror at his own reflection, and

Nino standing with his arms folded across his chest.
"You need to eat, Aiba."
Nino's tone of voice was always different when they were alone, lower, threatening, darkly dangerous. Aiba still hadn't got used to it, to how their relationship had changed. Nino was the prankster, the boy who could do no wrong. Under the surface though you didn't have to look far to find the sly and manipulative Nino. The boy who could hurt with so few words, or with just one touch. The boy who would take everything and crush it just for the fun of it. Aiba sighed quietly, looking at Ninos reflection in the mirror.
"No I don't."
"I'm telling you that you do. I've explained what's going to happen if you don't. Or do you like the thought of going crazy as you tear yourself apart limb by limb just to bury the hunger? I'm ordering you to eat, and you're in no position to disobey me."
"I wont do it."
Nino closed the gap between them in three strides, and in an instant had his hand locked around a fistful of Aiba's hair.
"Be careful how you speak to me, bitch. Remember your place in the world."
Aiba's jaw set firm as his head was tugged back hard. He knew he shouldn't fight him, that he would never win, but he had to try. In Nino's eyes he was the lowest form of life, just a spot on the face of his kind. Maybe Nino hated him as much as Aiba did him, or maybe this was just his true nature. Aiba was certain it was both. This was who Nino really was, and yes, he did hate him now.
Nino tugged tighter at his hair, causing a yelp to escape from Aiba's lips.
"I...I hate you for what you've done to me." Aiba's voice was trembling against his will as he spoke through clenched teeth. He hated himself for sounding so weak in front of the other man.
Nino's breath was hot on Aiba's neck as he spoke with such a quiet malice that it made the skin crawl across his back. "You begged me Aiba, you begged me for it. I remember it like it was just last night. You begged me to take you, to take you forever. You pleaded with me like a child. You screamed my name Aiba." Nino was smirking now, relishing the hold he had over the taller man. "I simply gave you what you asked for."
"That was before I ..."
"Before what? Before you realised what you were getting into? Before you realised what it was you were asking for? Well tough shit Masaki. Don't ask for things you don't want. And more importantly...don't beg a man who'll willingly oblige."
Nino let go of his hair and shoved his head forward. "You've made your bed, now lie in it you piece of crap."
Silence filled the room as both men tried to contain the simmering rage that burned them and choked them. Nino stalked back and forth picking things up and tossing them into his bag. Aiba simply stood staring into the mirror, his teeth clenched and his fists balled at his side. How he hated the other man, how he despised every atom in his plague ridden body. It hadn't always been that way, not until that night. That night had changed everything and he would never forgive him, just like he would never forgive himself.
"You will eat then." Nino stated from behind him once more.
"Never." Aiba turned around, finally facing his tormentor. Nino's face was contorted in rage, his eyes gleaming with violence that was just waiting to be unleashed. He growled deep in his throat. It was a noise that chilled Aiba to his very core and set his heart beating quickly, ready to run.
Nino's hand came up like lightening, and the slap hit his hard across the cheek. The sound echoed like a storm around the dressing room as Nino glared up at him.
"I've given you the greatest gift and this is how you react? You ungrateful son of a bitch! You have no right to disobey me. If I say you will eat, then you will eat. You're nothing but a worthless mongrel dog now Aiba Masaki. I'm your master now. I own you. Remember that Aiba... I own you."
Aiba shook where he stood, so fearful of the other mans wrath, but yet not yet willing to bow down to him. Under his breath he breathed out words he knew would only make things worse. "You don't own me."
That smoldering fire blazed inside Nino's eyes. Aiba knew he'd pushed him too far, said too much and now he was going to have to pay. "Oh I think I do! Or are you so damn stupid that I'm going to have to tell you all over again, huh?" Nino smirked wickedly as he looked Aiba up and down. "You belong to me. I sired you, therefore you are tied to me. But you are the dirtiest of all vampires. At least I was given this gift from...from him, a pureblood, born into this world as pure and perfect as he could be. He granted me this life as a gift, it was an honor, and because of that I'm respected and feared. You, on the other hand and no different from the trash that stalks the streets. There is nothing pure about you, you are simply my toy. You lack any power, and as I told you before, you are neutered, unable to sire anyone. You are the lowest of the low Masaki."
Aiba swallowed hard, fear pulsing through his veins and demanding that he be anywhere but here. Nino stepped closer, that smirk still wrapped across his face like a mask. "Don't you think you should be a little more respectful?" The knee came up before Aiba had a chance to react. Searing pain flooded his groin, forcing him to his knees and bringing tears to his eyes. "That's more like it." Nino stood over him with his arms folded across his chest once more. "This is your place Masaki, this is where you deserve to be. You'll kneel before me...like the cowardly, pathetic bastard you are."
Aiba was scared, and he wasn't too much of a man to admit it. He'd got himself into one hell of a mess, and now he was cornered like a lamb in the slaughter house. Clutching at himself to try and ease the pain he whimpered. "Y...y...yes...sir."
Nino smiled, "Good, now we've got that straight I think you know what you need to do." He walked across the room to his bag, leaving Aiba to nurse his pain; both physical and mental. Within a moment, Nino was on his way back to the crouching man with something held in his hand. It was a plastic pouch filled with a dark liquid. Aiba knew what it was, and he knew he wanted none of it. He would resist until Nino finally took his life for good. He expected to be hurt again, to have the blood forced upon him, but Nino simply tossed him the pouch. Aiba caught it with both hands and looked up at Nino, his...master.
"From the hospital. Clean and fresh. You may be scum Aiba, but only the most desperate should scavenge from the street. You are mine after all, and it wouldn't look good if I let you do such filthy things." He shrugged, walking back toward his bag. "Deny it all you want, but eventually you'll give in. If you don't and the madness takes you, well...whatever." Nino slung his bag over his shoulder and pulled the door open to the corridor beyond. "Goodnight Masaki." With a slam, Aiba was suddenly alone. In the deepening darkness he sobbed into his hands, he sobbed until his eyes were sore and he had no tears left to cry. All this from one stupid night. If he'd known then what he knew now, he never would have followed Nino back to his hotel room, never would have made love to him, never would have been so excited by his teeth on his skin, he never would have begged him to bite him, to set his blood flowing, to want to see it on his lips. Aiba would give everything to go back and change all that he'd done. He couldn't though, and he knew it. Instead he was trapped in a world that he didn't belong to, one that didn't welcome him, and one where he was a slave to his master. One where Nino held the key to his life.

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i really like this story can't wait until the next update

well this is a first

i really like what you've done here! can't wait to read more!

I have vamp fic idea, too! But its a bit diffy from yours.

Hmm, I can totally picture Nino as a vamp LOL. Thanks for posting! Update often ^^

ohhh... this sounds interesting lol
i like the nino/ aiba pairing!!

can't wait for the next part!

oh AINI is my second OTP...hope to read more..gambare..XD

Sorry it's taken so long to get this next part up. I've been really busy. Anyway, it's up now and I hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks for all your lovely comments too.
Keep an eye out for the next chapter sometime next week. (I hope!)

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Chapter Two.

Aiba screamed a tortured scream. The sound echoed off the walls as he threw himself to the floor of the once immaculate apartment. His limbs thrashed wildly as he struggled for an ounce of self control. The demon in him was winning, demanding to be heard, satisfied and given control. Aiba fought with all his strength to suppress it. He'd never give in to it, never in all the years he may live. He wouldn't become like Nino. Dark and evil, scheming and vicious. Never. Never! Alone in his apartment again, Aiba thrashed and fought with his desires. He couldn't think straight, he couldn't control himself any more. His muscles trembled and spasmed, demanding to be heard. The need was swallowing him whole, until he could think of nothing other than the blessed relief he would get by just giving in. Never, Never! He would never give in!

In the light of the new dawn, Aiba was curled up on his sofa. His legs were drawn up to his chest, and he hugged himself as if his very life depended on it. On his face, a sheen of sweat glistened in the light, his eyes fevered, darted around the room as his breath came in shuddering twitches. His hands wrung themselves so tight that his fingers were deathly pale, a matching hue for the rest of his body. In the silence of the immaculate apartment he ground his teeth so loud that it was a surprise he was still able to hear his own racing heart.
It had never been this bad, never been so bad that when the new day came he was still in the grip of the demon inside him. It was like Nino had said, the madness, the need to hurt himself. He was fighting with all he had, but he was loosing the battle, and the war was almost over.

Knock, knock...

The sound seemed so alien that Aiba didn't register it at first. When it came again, the part of him that still held on to some kind of sanity tried to stir, to tell him that there was someone banging on his front door, someone talking to him through the heavy wood.
"Aiba-san? Aiba-san? Are you in there?"
Minutes passed and Aiba didn't respond, couldn't respond. A key turned in the lock of the door and a man dressed in jeans and a white shirt pushed his way into the apartment. Footsteps crossed the floor and before he knew it the other man was next to him in a sudden panic.
"Aiba-chan? What's happened? God...you look terrible, are you sick? What's wrong? Talk to me."
Aiba managed to blink as his eyes fixed upon the other presence in the room. Of course it was Sho. Sho was his best friend, of course he would come to him. Right now though, Aiba didn't trust himself to be anywhere near his friend, or even his worst enemy. Sho persisted, smoothing his sweating brow with his gentle touch.
"Aiba-chan...please...what's wrong?"
Words formed in his throat, but he couldn't seem to force them out. His mouth opened, his lips moved, but no sound other than a moan escaped from deep in his throat. Sho's hands were on his shoulders now, shaking him, demanding him to obey. Aiba's head lolled to one side as he finally managed to breath out one word.
"Fever."
Sho's eyes were full of badly suppressed panic, the concern for his friend showing with every movement.
"I told you to rest. You didn't listen to me did you? Damn...Aiba you look like death."
Still shaking and his eyes still darting, Aiba hugged his legs to him tighter. His stomach convulsed and bile rose up into his throat. He swallowed hard, his throat like sand paper.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Sho stand and reach into his back pocket for his phone. Without taking his eyes from Aiba, he flipped it open and dialed. All the time his eyes were searching Aiba, never leaving him, taking in everything from the sweat on his skin, to the pale almost deathly colour his skin had taken on. Aiba was seriously sick.
"Nino-kun...I've found him. Is Ohno with you?" Only when a voice answered from the other end of the line did Sho look away from the man on the sofa.
"No, he's off filming. He left early this morning. Where is he?"
"At home in his apartment. Aiba-chan's sick. Really sick. I know Jun's out of town for a couple of days, so I thought Ohno might know what to do, he's good with stuff like this."
Silence. At the other end of the line Nino paced the kitchen he was standing in. So Aiba was sick, huh? A smirk flitted across his lips like a flame across glass.
"I'll come right over, Sho."
"Thanks Nino."

In the immaculate apartment, Sho flipped his phone closed. "Nino-kuns coming over."
Aiba groaned in protest but he didn't have the strength to fight it. Nino would see him pathetically loosing the fight and he would be another voice in his head. The last thing he wanted now was Nino smirking and telling him how he'd told him this would happen.
"No, Aiba...I think you should stay there." Sho said as Aiba tried to lift himself from the sofa on arms and legs that were never going to hold him. The muscles beneath his skin twitched and vibrated and he slumped back onto the sofa. Sho's arms caught him in a protective embrace and lowered him back. Aiba screwed his eyes shut against the pain and demand that wouldn't leave him.
"You're burning up Aiba-chan, let me get you a blanket."
Sho hurried off toward where he knew Aiba's bedroom was and returned moments later with a blue blanket covered in tiny gold stars.
"Here, Aiba."
Sho unfolded the blanket as he leaned close to Aiba. Delicately and deliberately he leaned in and tucked it around the other man. Aiba's darting eyes stopped for a moment as he caught the faintest smell of fear from Sho. He was scared that Aiba was sicker than they thought, and he wasn't sure what to do. Aiba could read it all in the smell from the other mans skin, a mix of sweet and musky scents. Becoming truly still for the first time in hours, Aiba looked up as Sho tucked the blanket around his back. His eyes feasted on the sight in front of him. Sho's pulse, strong and so regular in his neck. The skin so delicate and perfect, so smooth and soft. His eyes fixed on that steady rhythm. His own skin prickled, desire unleashed like a caged beast. A groan emerged from his throat, soft at first, almost a whine, but it grew into something all the more deadly.
Aiba lashed out, pushing Sho to the side and throwing himself onto the floor. Sho slipped and fell, landing half on and half off the sofa. His hands flailed to catch at something to break his fall, but there was nothing. Crashing to the floor, his arm smashed across the table, catching the glass of water that was now several weeks old. Aiba scuttled across the floor until his back was against the wall and he sunk to his knees. He cradled his face in his hands and the tears flowed freely. He'd lost control for the briefest of moments and now he knew what he truly was. He was a monster. With every fibre of his being fighting him, he shook with the effort it took to keep some control.
"Damn...Aiba-san, what the hell?"
Sho had picked himself up from the floor and was staring down at the man who was now rocking steadily back and forth on the floor in front of him. Aiba murmured something incoherent, and Sho's eyes were once again full of worry. As he looked down, he became aware of a spreading warmth across his side. Taking his attention from Aiba, he surveyed the damage that the broken glass had done. Blood flowed freely down his arm and was seeping into his white shirt and staining it deep red.
"Shit."
Sho left Aiba for a moment and went looking for something to clean up his blood. He returned with a bathroom towel and began dabbing at the wound with a grimace on his lips.
Aiba looked up finally from the floor, his face streaked with tears and sweat. His eyes met Sho's before they traveled down his arm to where the blood was still running. His muscles tensed and his breathing deepened. Aiba fought again against the inevitable, pulling at his own hair and screwing up his eyes. It didn't do any good, he could smell the blood in the air. Back and forth he rocked, fighting with all he had.
The demon in him wanted the blood, wanted it so badly that he would do just about anything for it. Aiba was fighting still, loath to relinquish that fragile hold he had on his former self, the Aiba that he had been.
He wouldn't let the monster win, no matter how it tortured him, no matter how he wanted the blood that flowed so freely from his friend.
"Nooo!"
Aiba screamed into his clenched fists just as the door to his apartment was flung wide open and Nino walked in. Aiba knew it was him even before he heard him speak to Sho. His head buzzed when he got close, the scent of dried blood and sweat still so evident on him. Even through his closed eyes, Aiba could see the other man sizing him up, passing judgment upon him.
"What's going on?" Nino asked as he closed the door behind him, taking in the sight of Aiba curled on the floor and Sho nursing a deep wound to his arm with a towel. Nino looked from one to the other, and back to Sho again.
"He's really sick, Nino-kun. Like he has a fever or something. I tried to put a blanket on him, but he threw me off. I cut myself on a glass."
Sho shrugged. His own injuries were nothing, all that mattered to him was Aiba.
Nino glanced at the wound. If he hadn't been so full he would have found it hard to resist the temptation, but luckily for Sho, his appetite was well sated. Still, the sight of fresh blood flowing so freely made his eyes widen and his breath hitch in his throat.
"You should go and get yourself fixed up, looks like you could do with a couple of stitches." Nino said as he looked down at Aiba, making sure his face was full of concern before he looked back at Sho, cutting off the other mans objection. "I'll get him to a doctor too. He'll be fine...You though, need a hospital."
Sho knew Nino was right, his arm was numb, and there was a worrying amount of blood still coming from the wound. "If you're sure Nino." Nino nodded and motioned toward the door. "Go...before you pass out or something." Reluctantly, Sho backed toward the door as Nino crouched down in front of Aiba, making a show of going for his phone.
"Call me when you get him to a doctor, okay?" Sho said as he reached the front door. Nino simply waved him away, and with a resigned sigh, Sho closed the door behind him.

When the door finally closed and Aiba was left alone with Nino a thick silence hung in the room like a storm cloud. Aiba moaned in a half delirious state, his body twitching uncontrollably. Beside him, Nino sighed. "I warned you this would happen didn't I? But no...Aiba knows better. You want to die, Aiba? Really? Because I say you've got a few hours left in you and then you're just about done for. Idiot."
Roughly, Nino clawed Aibas hands away from his face and looked deep into his unseeing eyes. "And now you know the yearning too I'd guess by the sound of things. Get used to it..."
Nino licked his lips, the faint memory of the previous nights meal causing his stomach to grumble. With a laugh that echoed off the walls of the apartment and sent cold shivers down Aibas spine, Nino pushed himself to his feet.
Maybe he should let Aiba die? He obviously wasn't half the man he'd thought he was. But where would that leave Arashi? Hmm...it was a dilemma. It would serve him right to die, but at the same time, Nino had at least some loyalty to his fellow band members. Ohno would be distraught, and he cared too deeply for him to want to cause him such grief.
Walking into the kitchen, Nino carried on talking whilst he searched the cupboards. "You're lucky really. I'll only do this because of Oh-chan. I'd be in trouble if I let you die."
Nino fingers danced nimbly over pots and pans, opened draws and sifted through cooking utensils.
"As much as I think you deserve to die, it's really not worth the hassle I would get. It makes me look bad too. You know, to sire someone so weak willed."
With a grin, Nino pulled the pouch from behind two boxes of cereal. Only Aiba would hide something so important in such an obvious place. He walked back to Aiba, whistling as he went.

Aiba couldn't think anymore. His mind was blank and his vision was nothing more that a black void. Sound came to him like a whisper on the wind. It seemed like it belonged somewhere else so he ignored it. The darkness pulled and he went willingly into it, feeling the sensation drain from his limbs. He was floating now, a sudden sense of peace overcoming him. He was tired too. He should sleep. In his chest his heart skipped a beat, then another, it's rhythm faltering as he lost the will to breath. It was quiet now, perfectly quiet. No more fighting, no struggling, just peace and the knowledge that it was over at last.
Quietly and peacefully, Aiba gave himself to the inevitable.

Hands grappled with his face, squeezing tightly around his cheeks and forcing his mouth open. His head hit the wall behind as something warm and sweet trickled into his throat. The darkness, so inviting and so nearly his; brightened slightly. His heart re-found it's rhythm, and his chest heaved with a shuddering breath.
Nino squeezed the last few drops of the pouch into Aibas mouth and sat back and waited. When Aibas hands clawed at his own throat, Nino smiled a wicked grin.

Aibas world suddenly flashed into sharp focus. Every sound, every feeling amplified ten times over. He screwed his eyes up as he tasted the blood in his mouth. He wanted to be repulsed but he couldn't. Instead he savored the taste as his eyes shot open. He let out a scream that would have shattered every window in the building if Nino hadn't put a hand over his mouth to muffle it. His eyes burned bright as color flooded back into his cheeks.
"W...W...What?" He managed to stammer as Nino let his hand fall from his mouth.
"Welcome to the world, Aiba. Feel good?"
Aiba took a moment to look around him before his swimming head proved too much and he crashed sideways to the floor. Everything felt so real, so much...more. His skin tingled where it touched the fabric of his clothes and where it touched the floor. Groaning, he looked up at Nino. The man had made him a monster, and now he'd forced blood upon him there was no turning back.
"You should be grateful. You almost died. Now...now you're so much more than alive, Aiba. The world is yours for the taking."
The realisation that Nino hadn't moved his lips at all, and that his voice had rung out like a bell in his head was too much for Aiba. His vision faultered, and he hit the floor with a thud for the second time. This time though, he was truly out cold.

In the immaculate apartment Nino laughed. He laughed so hard that tears welled in his eyes and his stomach ached. Maybe this was going to be fun after all.

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ah nino is so mean!!! he did it for o-chan? haha..he doesnt want to admit he cared about aiba too..(suddenly aini fan mode on) and oh sho-chan came and look for aiba (sakuraiba love).. i wonder how the pairing will change in the future..XD cant wait for the next chapter..XD

you know....at the moment, Nino's the DoS member of Arashi. So mean to Aiba...

and poor Sho...bleeding. I hope nobody eats him

but i like this fic anyway.

can't wait for the next update

Huwo~
this is actualy quite horific.
The sweet inocence nino kun is actualy a cold bloded vampire?!Never tought bout that posibilities b4.But hey,everythings posible ne,good one.