krystalkatzficz | The War part one

Title: The War
Author: krystalkatz
rating: pg-nc17
Length: Chaptered
Genre: au, vampires, werewolves, war, mating, bonding, blood drinking
Pairings: Ohno Satoshi/Ninomiya Kazunari Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki, Disclaimer: I own the plot

Edit and sort of Rewrite of my story the war the first part includes the prologue and first chapter. Will be uploaded on Sundays instead of my regular ones.

The war had been raging for centuries. It was not a human war, it was the final war of the vampires and werewolves. It had been going on for so long now that even the skilled archivist of the Vampires was sure what or which side had started it. All could agree that it had killed thousands bother werewolf and vampire alike. At some point in the last century the humans had found out that they weren’t as alone as they had originally thought as both sides, flagging with their numbers, had started finding ways of changing them and breeding them in to the ranks to bolster the fallen lines. So many children had been taken and changed that the inevitable had happened. It had, for a short time at least, become a three-way war. It was only a temporary state of affairs though as the humans had been out matched and out manoeuvred. They had rolled out their death machines, confident of victory, only to find out that they had only enough power to destroy most of their own and black out the sun with a thick plume of smoke that had forced crops to fail and wither and die leaving them with nothing but the kindness of the werewolves and vampires.

Both sides had been able to move around more freely than they ever had before and for a time a mild truce had been formed. Some thought it was a gesture of good will, though the leaders saw it more as forward thinking. They used the truce to build shelters to learn to grow crops and food for the humans on their sides knowing that without a source of food for themselves they too would starve and die. The delicate peace had last for only fifty years, a blink of an eye in the grand scheme of things, but it had been enough. A respite that had caused a spark of disquiet to settle within the chests of some of the youngest. When they war broke out again there were whispered questions, voices asking; Why are we fighting? Who are we fighting for? They asked themselves in the private of their own minds and each other when they dared too; Why? Why can’t we just live in peace? We have proved that we can…So why?

Two of those that questioned is the story here today…Prince Kazunari Ninomiya of the Werewolves and General Satoshi Ohno of the vampires...

*~*~*~* Chapter One *~*~*~*~*

The crown prince of the werewolves Kazunari Ninomiya watched the battle going on below him with only mild interest half hating himself for not caring who won or lost. The loss of life was...or should have been…devastating but in his mind there was only so much mourning a person could do for a drone. As far as he knew it Vampires and Werewolves were not bees and neither species should have had the hive mentality but, as far as the young prince could see it, they did seem to almost enjoy dying for a cause that nobody could even remember anymore.

Not even the elders could remember why they were fighting, Kazunari knew that because he had asked about it often enough. There had once been a time of peace, everyone was sure about that, their kinds had lived side by side out of sight of the humans and then one day something or someone had broken it and now they were out here day after day dying for it.

The story changed with whoever you listened to, but Kazunari was so far convinced that the story about the cheating human husband was by far the most likely because that was by far the most stupid. And only something so absurd could explain all the senseless waste of life they witnessed day by day, night by night.

The story went that both a werewolf princess and a vampire noble fell in love with the same human male and the werewolf had married him before he was seduced by the vampire noble. Obviously when they found out about each other they had fought and the vampire had killed the princess and thus the war started.

It was truly a stupid story and not the stuff of romantic legend that people would try and force people to believe. None of it made sense and in Kazunari’s opinion, if it was true the vampire and werewolf should have just turned on the human that was screwing them both, he was clearly a pathetic waste of skin, and then fucked each other. Was there really any need for an endless war?

A cry went up from the battle field and Kazunari pulled himself from his thoughts so he could look down. His eyes blowing wide as a small amount of fear grew inside his chest when he saw a large pile of rubble heading down to the groups of soldiers below. Most were managing to get away but one was trapped, his leg firmly stuck under a pile of rocks and debris.

Kazunari reacted before he could think transforming into his large alpha wolf jumping down the building the rubble falling steadily down around him seemingly moving in slow motion as he kept his eyes on the figure in front of him. He moved forward, howling as a few rocks landed on his back, he grabbed the man around the leg and pulled with all of his strength whimpering as a few more rocks landed upon his torso and head. Just as Kazunari’s paws started to skid and slide, under the strain of the falling debris, the leg slipped free and he managed to pull the injured man away from it all as large, almost car sized boulder dropped down on the place that they had just been.

Even as Kazunari pulled the injured man away he asked himself over and over what the hell he was doing. From the taste of him the man was obviously a vampire, or at very least a human hybrid, and he had just saved his life. No matter what he did now he was sunk, after all how many of his men had seen him? He pulled the man away from the fighting and the danger and then transformed back turning to face him with what he hoped was a smile but supposed would be more a grimace of almost constipation.

"You're a werewolf..." The man hissed flashing slightly pointed teeth and proving Kazunari's sense of taste right. He had just saved was the enemy. There was no gratitude on the face and Kazunari had to admit that he wasn’t truly expecting any. In fact, the vampire was glaring at him his body taut, eyes watchful as he moved from one leg to the other like a cat watching a tasty mouse in a hole. Or how Kazunari imagined a cat would act, he had never seen one personally but he had read about them in stories and been assured by his friend Aiba Masaki, a human…One of the last free humans…that they acted like that.

"And you're a vampire...but I still saved your life..." The young-ish werewolf, he was only 64 so that was young, by pure blood werewolf standards hell he was still technically a teenager, shrugged sitting down on a mound of rubble every bone in his body wary and bruised from the rubble and finally feeling as tired as he was of fighting a war he hadn't started or couldn't believe in. "There's nobody else here you don't have to look so...fierce?" He said with a cocked eyebrow looking at the small chubby cheeked vampire. The man was coated in the same layer of grime and muck that he was and blood was caked thickly down the right side of his face but the werewolf couldn't see any sign of injury so he guessed that it wasn't his blood. In spite of his words the vampire continued to glare at him the sword in his hand swinging around dangerously close to his face and neck and Kazunari sighed scraping his hands through his shaggily cut hair "Okay you can look fierce but don't wave that sword around please..."

"It's not silver..."

"I still don't like sharp pointy objects being waved around in front of my face...well sometimes I do but that's a whole different story..." Kazunari said his mouth moving before his brain had a chance to catch up or filter anything out. His first thought should have been to question why a vampire, one of the so called enemy wouldn’t have a silver sword like his counterparts did. Silver was the only thing that could kill, or even hurt them, after all. The vampire showed no sign that he had gotten the attempt at humour or understood what he was getting at and Kazunari wasn’t sure if he was relieved or deeply disappointed by that.

Okay the man in front of him was a vampire and if any of his kin knew that he was even talking to him it would mean something more than a sticky situation with his parents but he was the best looking man that he had had the pleasure to meet even if he was just one of the senseless drones. He did, however, look down at his sword and then give a shrug sliding it in to his sheath and Kazunari’s smile grew wider and he gave a mock bow saying; "Thank-you, good sir"

"Are you mocking me?" The vampire growled darkly but thankfully not taking out his sword again. Granted it couldn't kill him but Kazunari had never been the type to favour being stabbed not even in non-fatal attacks.

"No…At least not really, I'm just very nervous..." Kazunari admitted with a rueful smile that always worked no matter on who or how much trouble he was in. Sure enough the vampire’s lips twitched into an almost smile as he very nearly relaxed. It made him seem ten times more attractive than he had been even a few moments ago as he asked;

"Oh and why is that?"

"How would you feel if you saved me? If anyone finds out about this...I’m dog food…And please don’t say that wouldn’t be a bad thing…” Kazunari sighed getting to his feet and pacing around for a minute of two before sitting down on a loose pile of bricks glad that he had his sense of balance so, he didn’t fall flat on his face. He stretched out his back the bruises from the rocks that had hit him already fading into nothing. “So what’s your name?”

“Does it matter?” The vampire asked, once again immediately on the defensive and Kazunari laughed guessing that he should have expected something like that. They were enemies after all even if that was incredibly stupid.

“Well I did save your life…” Kazunari pointed out with another shrug playing around with the ends of his hair wishing that could have a shower or at the very least a haircut. He was a prince after all but he looked more like a stray dog. Showers were a luxury though and he had not earned one in a long time. His name wouldn’t even get him one, something that he found disappointing.

“I would have been able to shake it off…” The vampire mumbled and they both knew that he was lying their bodies only healed if there were bodies to heal and the rubble that was falling would have squished him like a bug.

“Maybe but let’s go with the theory that I saved you…I can tell you my name first if it makes you feel better…I’m Kazunari Ninomiya …” He smiled again holding out his hand towards the vampire who didn’t take it but stared at him with his impossibly large eyes his mouth a perfect O of surprise.

“Ninomiya? As in the royal family…” He asked and the little werewolf nodded strangely happy that he had been recognised.

“You’ve heard of me...”

“Of course you are the enemy after all…”

“Oh please…” Kazunari grumbled rolling his eyes dramatically “Have you seen me? I’m nobody’s enemy…I couldn’t even hurt a fly…So tell me your name…”

“Ohno…Satoshi Ohno …I guess I owe you my thanks…” Satoshi took his hand and shook it lightly causing Kazunari to chuckle wondering how people would react to this. It wasn’t something that he had been expecting when he woke up this morning.

TBC
A/N: So this first part had very few changes though I did edit out the mistakes and flesh it somewhat…Most of the changes will come later…I want to keep Nino brattier and cheeky this time round instead of becoming all submissive…Though that will be in it too XD