Scarlet tears and a broken past

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But to the two who did review…I’m sorry for the rant above. Senior year is being seriously a living hell filled with teachers who decided they want to give homework everyday during my last year. I’m a little stressed.

But to Saminada and Angelmay, I salute you and thank you from the bottom of my heart. I dedicate this chapter to you two!

Now Read and enjoy the next installment of “scarlet tears and a broken past.”
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Yasu rubbed his eyes as he walked up the basement stairs, one hand to the base of his back. He yawned, tired and fairly irritated that Haruka allowed him to sleep on the couch and kill his back. The shrill ring of the phone had been what’d woken him from his popcorn and sugar induced coma.

“Uh huh? Oh? Well, I’m sorry but your son left my home at the time of his curfew last night. I haven’t heard from him.”

Yasu peered into the main hall, blinking sleep from his eyes as curiosity overcame him. Dr. Kuro held the cordless phone to his ear, looking far too awake and oddly cheerful. “Dad?” he said softly. “Who’s on the phone?”

The doctor placed his hand over the phones reciever giving his son a calm look. “It’s your friends mother. Haruka hasn’t returned home yet.”

Yasu’s eyes widened like quarters as he dashed into the hall, snatching the phone from his fathers’ hand, his voice shrill as he spoke. “He hasn’t come home?!”

The woman on the other end of the phone was crying hysterically, her sobs choking and slightly terrified.

Haruka’s mother, Mey Rin Yagami, was a beautiful young Chinese woman who’d gotten pregnant at a very young age. Her boyfriend had run off soon after Harukas conception and hadn’t been heard from since.

“Yasu!” Mey Rin hiccupped, obviously trying to stall her sobs. “Oh gods…Yasu, please tell me your father is mistaken. Tell me he’s with you!”

Yasu opened his mouth, but nothing came out, his hand gripping the phone as his shoulders shook slightly. “I…”

“He never came home! He’s always on time, you know that Yasu!” she wailed, no longer trying to calm herself. “Please! Tell me you know where he is!”

Yasu shook his head weakly, not thinking about the fact that she couldn’t see him. “I’m….I’m sorry…but he left after our movie was over. Have…have you called the police?”

Dr. Kuro watched his son’s white face with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes, smirking to himself.
‘You won’t find him even though he’s right under your nose,’ he thought smugly, sipping his coffee to hide his amusement.

“I already have,” Mey Rin whispered, her voice shaky and vulnerable. “They told me they can’t file a report until he’s been missing for twenty-four hours.”

The doorbell sounded in the background over the phone and Mey Rin gasped weakly. “That should be them. They said they’d stop by…”

She sniffed and let out a small sob, sucking in a teetering breath. “Yasu…if you see him or anything…please, let me know.”

“I will,” Yasu said softly before he hung up the phone. He turned, leaning against the cold hard wall. His eyes felt heavy and the room seemed like it was spinning. “Haruka…Haruka, where could you have gone?”
~4 years later~

Tsukiyomi High School was just a mile from the Junior High. Things hadn’t changed much and nothing was that different. Back in the middle school, in the trophy case, a memorial of the tennis teams lost captain still remained, coated with the dust of years past.

It was all a faded memory to everyone who’d been there now. The complete disappearance of Haruka Yagami was a lost dream. Nothing left but a dust covered photo and the faint recognition of a name.

Within the four years since then, Yasu had managed to push memories of his middle school life away in a box, stuck in the back of his mind and lost to the shadows. Too many memories were painful; too many were of him. Haruka, his best friend.

It was after middle school that Yasu gained what he’d always wanted. He made more friends than he thought possible, mainly because most sympathized with the lonely teen. But it didn’t matter now because it was all forgotten.

Yasu was now a senior and one of the most popular boys in the school. He played no sports and joined no clubs. His unusual eyes were what had won him his fame. Middle school girls had been different from High School girls.

Where as in middle school everything for him had been awkward and he had been seen as an outcast, in high school was admired and often the object of many a girl’s lust and affection. There were not many girls who hadn’t attempted to be at his side.

But while there were dates, Yasu in his high school years had never seriously dated any one girl. He was waiting. For the right one. The one who never seemed to be around.
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Yasu sighed, staring over at the crowded lunchroom. Around this time of year, everything was extremely hectic. He turned, walking to his locker that was position near the upstairs cafeteria, leaning against the cool metal casually, waiting for his friends to catch up with him.

He glanced up at the clock overhead, scowling as disappointment rushed through him.

“I know I told that jackass to be here at noon,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his slightly shaggy black hair.

“Hey! Yasu!”

The yell brought the teen out of his annoyed state as he glanced up to see his friend’s girlfriend approaching him with a warm smile. A chill ran up his back. Ai only ever looked this happy when her significant other had done something to seriously piss her off.

“Hey Yasu,” Ai greeted, her hands behind her back. “I didn’t see you in American Lit yesterday, were you sick?”

Ai was a petite brunette with a short pixie cut that matched her dark, impish green eyes. The look was complete with a completely innocent slight round face. She was a perfect example to the phrase ‘looks can be deceiving’.

Yasu froze slightly, his violet eyes averting to his feet. Yesterday had been the anniversary. It’d been four years. He didn’t bother telling anyone, not even his father, that for the past 3 years he’d been visiting the grave of Ms. Mey Rin. His memories of the past were mostly locked away aside from that one-day a year. While he could barely remember what his old childhood friend looked like he still paid his respects every year to the both of them, Haruka and his mother.

Yasu had long given up the search before Mey Rin had committed suicide. She hadn’t been able to handle that there had never been any trace found of her son. She’d hung herself on the very day a year afterwards.

“I was…somewhere,” he said softly. “What did Kisame do now?”

“Oh,” she hummed. “Well as long as your not sick…as to your other question…”

She smirked icily, fist one hand and hitting the palm of her other, her small knuckles cracking rather loudly. “I know he always meets you here and I want to give that damned pig of a boyfriend a good beating!”

Her voice had risen to a slightly sharp tone and there was a faint blush to her cheeks. She was excited about said actions. She blinked and looked at Yasu and cleared her throat delicately. “So where is he?”

Yasu sighed heavily, deeply annoyed. “It looks like he’s standing me up. Want to tell me what he did this time?”

His lips twitched slightly. Ai was easily made jealous and when dating a playboy like Kisame, she often flew off the handle on the smallest things.

“He went on a date with another girl!” she cried in outrage, her eyes flashing with murderous intent. “He made up some story about a family meeting and then on my way home from cram school I saw him in the Cat Café with Misa Hirono, that new third year girl!”

Yasu stifled a snicker as he said, “and you expected better?”

Ai frowned slightly and crossed her arms in a huff. “I guess not…but I don’t see how you could stand to be friends with such a playboy, Yasu.”

She shifted her feet in annoyance. “You’re so polite and nice and Kisame’s…he’s…well he’s a player!”

“I don’t know either,” Yasu mused. “Same way you stay his girlfriend. I guess it’s just because he’s a good friend. Most of my friends are ladies men anyway. It’s something I’m used to.”

“Oh like your not?”

A tall slender teen approached them smiling with confidence. He had blonde cropped hair that had carefully arranged spikes pointing every direction. He looked a bit older and more mature than Yasu.

“When are you going to accept that the ladies dig you, Yasu? I was starting to think you had Ai on the x-spot this time.”

Tall with peach colored skin and a lean body, Kisame was a slightly average guy. He was the only American born student in their school but with a mother who was half Japanese he didn’t look completely foreign.

His eyes were a marbled black that made him almost impossible to read, which a lot of females seemed to adore about him.

Ai gasped softly, her green eyes snapping hellish flames as she turned to face the blonde, her hands going to her slender hips. “Kisame!”

The teen’s eyes widened and he jumped back inching behind Yasu, looking sheepish. “What did I do now, Ai?”

The tiny pixie narrowed her here, her small mouth pouty in a delicate scowl. Dangerous and adorable were a deadly mixture. “You are so crude…and…and…you don’t deserve a friend like Yasu. You’re such a playboy! I saw you with Misa!”

She cracked her knuckles threateningly as she stepped forward. But despite the anger, there was also hurt in her eyes.

Kisame threw his hands in the air for defense. “Hey, if I’d told you about that, you’d have just acted out like this! That’s why I didn’t say anything about meeting Misa.”

Ai narrowed her eyes, a low growl escaping her throat. Kisame sucked in a breath and ducked behind Yasu.

“The only reason I was out with Misa is because her parents know my dad and they asked us to get to know each other! They arranged it, not me! I’m innocent!”

Kisame kept his head ducked behind Yasu’s shoulder incase Ai threw the punch she was well known for.

Ai’s scowl faltered slightly, her hands, which had curled in fists, relaxing slightly. “Honestly?” she asked softly, her impish eyes flashing slightly. “You mean it? Her parents arranged it? Completely innocent?”

“Yes, yes! Innocent. I wouldn’t do that to you of all people, Ai,” Kisame said, slowly slinking out of hiding.

“Remind me to cancel our date then,” Yasu chuckled and smiled seeing Ai’s face turn red for a moment.

“Not funny Yasu!” Kisame said, blushing slightly, looking at Ai for her forgiveness.

“Okay…I’ll believe you,” she said, her lashes fluttering slightly as she smirked. “But I expect a full apology later for making me worry like that.”

She smiled warmly and looked at Yasu. “Bye, Yasu. See you later.”

Kisame watched the brunette walk away and sighed in relief. Yasu glared at him frowning.

“You keep getting yourself into deep shit, ya know that?”

Kisame shrugged, grinning. “Yeah whatever. Anyways, I have a science project coming up. Ya think your dad will help me with some stuff?”

“Hell no,” Yasu muttered. “But I guess I can.”

“Don’t you have a date with Karin?”

“You’ll just have to see me afterwards then, now won’t you?” he smirked. “Let’s just make sure Ai doesn’t find out about our affair.”

He turned an walked out of the cafeteria, laughing as he heard Kisame running after him yelling “it’s not funny!” loud enough for all those exiting and entering the doors to hear.

Yasu sighed dropping his bag on the floor of his bedroom, closing the door. “Alright, let’s get this over with so I can go to bed.”

He watched as Kisame made himself at home on his queen sized bed and he himself sat in a chair. He frowned in annoyance. “Dude, you’re here to get help, not sleep in my bed. The bed I really wish I was in right now.”

“Baaah!” Kisame groaned. “Just tell me what to do…then you do it, k?”

“Sorry, doesn’t work that way,” Yasu snorted and stood from the chair flopping on the bed, over Kisame.

“Ow, you’re heavy! Get off you prude!”

“Not until you get up, you jackass! You’re not going to waste my night!”

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Dr. Kuro glanced up the stairs, smirking as he heard the boys bantering. He turned, pulling out a key from his pocket and unlocked what appeared to be a closet door and headed down a dark stairway. He paused in the doorway, flicking on the lights, illuminating a clean, sterile white lab.

A still dark figure sat in the back of a small closet sized holding cell at one end of the lab. A young man stared at one gray wall, his back pressed against the other inside the cell. The teen was wearing only a pair of black skintight pants; his upper body bare to the chill of the air that went completely unnoticed for the young man’s body temperature matched that of the cell. His once neatly angled hair hit mid back, hanging in dark black tangles, dark blue eyes line with circles and rimmed with red.

Those eyes saw everything and his ears heard everything that occurred in the small underground lab. His nostrils flared as he caught the doctors’ scent in the labs stale clean air. He’d grown use to that scent, used to his voice, grating as it was.

His slender body with lithe and muscled, despite the lack of movement, and his skin was the color of a frozen peach, pink and pale from lack of light and heat.

His red tinged eyes went to the steel door, which led into his small cell. His tongue slid unconsciously against long sharp canines that had grown in the teen’s mouth as Dr. Kuro came into view.

Dr. Kuro slipped one a white lab coat, turning to stare at hid adoring project. “You’re almost complete, sweet Haruka, but something about that will of yours need to be done. No pet of mine needs to think for itself.”

Dr. Kuro smirked coldly. Normally he referred to the boy as ‘it’ or ‘pet’. Once in a while he’d use the teens name as a barb or insult. The experiments he’s performed on the boy over the past four years would be unspeakable for most, but the thoughts filled the doctor with great pleasure. He’d finally been able to do what he’d wanted to for so long.

“We’ll start by erasing all those memories of your human life,” he chuckled darkly. “No need for attachments in your new life.”

Haruka stared through the bars of the door, eyes narrowed on the doctor from behind tangled locks of black silken hair. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled at the doctors’ words, his claws scratching against the cement floor of his cell causing a harsh screech.

“No,” he whispered, his voice deeper than it’d been so many years ago when he’d pleaded the doctor and screamed in pain at the acts done onto him. This man had taken so much already, all except for one small thing. His past, his memories, they were his.

“I don’t believe I gave you a choice. This is what I plan on doing so say farewell to the humanity you have left,” he smirked. “It’s dead, just as you are.”

Dr. Kuro walked over to one of the large computers in the lab, fiddling with the equipment as he hummed a small tune. “Just as soon as I can get the factors of this machine correct, it will be done. Sit tight, little pet.”

Haruka stayed crouched with his back against the wall, but his limbs ached and twitched like a wound spring. Along with the doctors disgusting voice, he could hear the steady beat of the mans heart, how his breath hitched when he was excited.

He knew the doctor spoke the truth. His DNA had been massacred and altered in every wayb possible, earasing his memory would be no small task for the mad man. He turned his gaze to the steel door, his limbs aching with a peaceful pain. Nothing else was going to be taken from me.

“NOTHING!” he snarled as he sprang, slamming against the doors with every ounce of strength his altered body possessed. The metal buckled like tin, the bolts in the hinges groaning as they were forced out of the sheeted metal.

The moment the door hit the floor, he lunged, dark blue eyes bleeding to a deep dark red. The good doctor didn’t even have a chance to scream as Haruka jumped on top of him, fangs sinking into his throat, his head thrashing from side to side like an animal with it’s prey.

He ripped away, taking half of the flesh there with him. He spat out the chunk of flesh and grabbed the doctor’s head, wrenching it from the body by tearing what flesh remained.

He looked up, hearing the creek of the stairs. He caught a new scent, a cruel smile etching over his blood stained chin. “Yuri…come and play,” he whispered, tossing the head to the ground by the doctors’ body, heading towards the stairs.
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I wanted to make this a bloody chapter, but I thought this was well enough. The next chapter Haruka and Kisame have a run in that’s not too friendly.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I’ll update as soon as I can.

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