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indigoblue-readsalot · 6 years ago

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Hello guys! I am late yet again!

Well, this time I have a reason. I didn’t expect this fic to go from a small idea to a little 4.6k monster. So as promised, this is long, but it took way longer than it should. Lol. And I’m not going to lie, this could’ve been a really interesting plot for a chaptered fic, but I’m not an amazing writer so I don’t think I’ll expand on that any time soon ;-;

Anyway, I don’t know where I pull my weird ideas from, but this is a vampire!Kuro/soulmates au, and I hope you enjoy!

Day 3: Struggle/Evolution

Mahiru Shirota has always been special, a standout. In a sea of soulmates and happy couples he was one of the very few left confused, with no one waiting for them on the other end.

What Mahiru was taught at the very young age of 4 is that every person is born with a clock on their wrist, counting down the days to when they meet their soulmate. Some had small numbers, like hundreds, and others had bigger numbers like a few thousands.

Mahiru didn’t have any of those things.

Because Mahiru’s clock wasn’t counting down.

Ever since he was born, people were interested in him. Scientists and professors and all sorts of people who wanted to know why his clock was going up, instead of down.

On his 15th birthday, Mahiru stared down at his wrist, 5,478 days that passed by without him noticing them. It’s been an alarming reminder that he was going to be alone, for the rest of his life.

He was in class, when it happened.

When his clock hit 5655, on the 31st of December, he woke up in the middle of the night to intense pain coming from his wrist. Mahiru looked at his wrist with a puzzled and pained expression, but nothing looked unusual. Just to be safe, he bandaged his wrist and went back to sleep.

The next day went without a hitch, except for the weird itches Mahiru felt from his wrist. To avoid suspicion, he covered his clock with the wristband Sakuya gifted him a while ago, and bandaged his wrist again when he went to sleep. When he woke up a day after, the pain was gone.

Mahiru momentarily forgot about the bandages, and didn’t take them off before going to school.

“Oi, Mahiru, what’s up with the bandages?” Ryusei asked him that morning. “Did you get yourself injured?”

Mahiru looked down to his wrist and scratched his neck. “No, I guess I forgot about these. I’ll take them off.”

Ryusei shrugged, and his attention was soon averted to Koyuki, who started a quiet conversation with him about their recent homework. That is, until Mahiru screamed.

His clock was back to zero.

Ever since his clock reset, Mahiru counted the days, out of habit. Or maybe it was out of panic.

He reached 6020 days when everything got flipped onto its side.

On the 31st of December, Mahiru walked back home from school very late, tired from helping out one of the clubs in preparations for the upcoming school festival, when he stumbled into someone in a narrow, dark alleyway.

“Sorry,” he apologized, holding out his hand for the stranger to take, but the stranger looked up to him with bright red eyes and Mahiru reeled back in surprise.

“What a pain,” the stranger murmured in a low rumble, holding onto a rusty pipe that was sticking out of the wall to stabilize himself as he got up. He stumbled, and Mahiru instinctively reached out, but the stranger leaned on the wall in support and covered half of his face with his hand, groaning in pain.

That’s when Mahiru noticed the blood.

There was so much blood, on the stranger’s hands, coat, face, sticking on his hair and dirtying his boots. Mahiru didn’t have time to try and figure out if it was the stranger's blood or someone else’s before the stranger lost consciousness and collapsed.

Mahiru reached the conclusion that he was too much of a good person.

Carrying a bleeding stranger to his house way after the sun has set wasn’t on his to-do list for the day. What would he do with him once they’re there? Mahiru certainly didn’t think this through.

The stranger didn’t wake up even when they reached Mahiru’s apartment. He was out like a light, breathing softly on Mahiru’s neck as he carried him, not even making a sound as Mahiru placed him on his couch loudly, stretching now that the weight was off his shoulders. He glanced back at the sleeping stranger, and noticed the heavy eye bags and dry tear tracks under his eyes. Whoever this guy is, he hasn’t slept for days, and he must’ve cried a lot for his eyes to be that red.

Mahiru sighed. How did he get himself into this mess?

He gently took off the stranger’s bloody coat, revealing a relatively clean white t-shirt under it. He took of the stranger’s boots and brought him a blanket. He could do all the talking tomorrow. For now, he was so tired he didn’t even make his bed before he crashed onto it.

“Who are you, and what were you doing all bloody in an alleyway late at night?” Mahiru asked as soon as the stranger woke up. He opened the blinds in order to let some light in, and frowned at the stranger, who was rubbing his eyes and making quiet sounds of protest at the sunlight coming through the window. Mahiru decided to skip school that day, ignoring the creeping guilt in his stomach in favor of questioning this curious stranger, and he was determined to get all the answers he was after. Even if the stranger looked exhausted and had a visible head wound.

“My name’s Kuro. can I go back to sleep?”

Mahiru scoffed. “Mind telling me your real name?”

“My name is Kuro,” the stranger insisted. “Either take it, or leave me alone.”

“Leave you alone?” Mahiru asked incredulously. “You would’ve passed out all alone in an alleyway in the middle of the city if I hadn’t found you and helped you!”

“It would’ve been better if you left me,” Kuro said and refused to elaborate further. Mahiru sighed.

“At least let me help you with your injuries?”

Kuro blinked. “Why would you want to do that?”

“Because you’re heavily injured?” Mahiru pointed out, stating the obvious. Kuro only sighed in response, not agreeing but not refusing, either.

A few minutes later, Mahiru and Kuro sat on the floor of Mahiru’s apartment with a first-aid kit. Mahiru spotted dried blood on Kuro’s skin, and rolled up his long sleeve, and then his eyes landed on his wrist. He had a zero.

“Oh,” he said, surprised. “Did you find your soulmate?”

Kuro froze, tired, bloodshot eyes widening as he snatched back his arm and held it close to his chest. He looked… afraid.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Mahiru was quick to reassure. “It’s okay.”

He revealed his wrist to Kuro. “I never had a soulmate, so I’m new to that whole thing.”

“It’s not like that,” Kuro said quietly, rolling his sleeve down. Mahiru was curious, but decided to be nice and not press.

“How did you get this injured, anyway?” Mahiru asked, changing the subject and motioning Kuro to come closer with his hand as he rummaged through the first-aid kit.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You’re so difficult,” Mahiru said in desperation.

Mahiru found Kuro to be very, very bothersome.

All he did was slouch on the couch, eat, and shadow Mahiru while he was doing house chores when he had nothing else to do. Kuro didn’t show any intentions of leaving, or any intentions of speaking either. And Mahiru was going out of his mind trying to understand why he was letting all of that happen.

It’s been a week, and Kuro was still living in his apartment.

His wounds were healing, and Mahiru long cleaned his clothes from all the blood, and Kuro stayed mysterious but trustworthy enough for Mahiru to be okay with him staying at his house.

Mahiru came back from school, putting his bag down and immediately setting out to clean and cook, already used to the routine he built for himself ever since he started living alone, when he found Kuro sitting on the kitchen floor, long, light blue hair covering his face.

“Kuro, I know you like food, but you should stop camping out in the kitchen--” Mahiru started to scold, but as he took a closer look, the words died in his throat. Kuro’s head was tilted sideways, and next to his skinny frame was a little puddle of blood.

“Kuro!” Mahiru yelped, rushing to his side. He moved Kuro’s head gently so he was facing Mahiru, and his mouth and cheeks were covered in fresh blood.

Since Mahiru isn’t an expert doctor, he didn’t really know what to do, and decided on cleaning Kuro’s face and letting him rest on the couch for the time being. He wiped the blood from the floor, trying his best not to freak out, and once everything was taken care of, he sat next to Kuro and waited.

“Kuro, this is the second time you threw up blood this week,” Mahiru said seriously, handing Kuro a glass of water. “I don’t know how to help you and you keep insisting not to call an ambulance. There’s got to be a way to help you.”

“I… don’t want to get you into that mess…” Kuro mumbled, looking away.

“I’d say I’m already deep in your mess,” Mahiru protested and crossed his arms. “I hate to see you like this, and I also hate to see your blood all over the place. If you know a way to help you feel better, now’s the time to speak up.”

Kuro stared into Mahiru’s determined eyes, and looked at his hands in defeat.

“I need to drink human blood,” Kuro said, almost whispered. “Or else I’ll die.”

“Wah… What?” Mahiru asked, flabbergasted. “Are you joking?”

“I wish,” Kuro murmured. “I’m.. a vampire.”

Mahiru stared at Kuro like his life depended on it. “Is that supposed to be funny?” he tried again, and Kuro shook his head. Mahiru started walking in circles, trying to digest what he just heard, an then stopped in his tracks.

“Would my blood help?” he asked seriously, and it was Kuro’s turn to be surprised. “Are you really willing to let me drink your blood?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes,” Mahiru agreed simply, rolling his sleeve. “I’m okay with it. I’m also trying to see if you’re bluffing.”

“I’m not bluffing. You’re sure you want to do this?” Kuro asked hesitantly, and Mahiru nodded in determination. Kuro shot him a careful look.

“I said yes, do it already,” Mahiru urged. Kuro grabbed Mahiru’s arm gently, and opened his mouth. That was the first time Mahiru noticed he had /fangs/.

Kuro bit Mahiru’s arm, and Mahiru couldn’t contain a small yell of alarm. It wasn’t too painful, but it was so unpleasant Mahiru bit his lip to prevent himself from screaming again. When Kuro let go of Mahiru’s arms and licked his bloodied lips, Mahiru was almost afraid, but he’d never let him know that.

Adjusting to living with a vampire went a lot faster than Mahiru could’ve ever anticipated.

Kuro stopped throwing up blood and passing out, and actually helped around a bit as long as he got to drink a little of Mahiru’s blood once a week. Mahiru let him be, as long as he didn’t bother him while doing housework or when he was at school. They developed a new, comfortable routine for themselves; One that doesn’t involve too much blood in it. Mahiru was satisfied.

One night, Kuro asked Mahiru about the clock.

“Ah, no, I didn’t find my soulmate or anything like that,” he denied, tracing the clock with his fingers. “I never had one. It’s kind of a funny story, actually. My clock never counted down.”

Kuro’s head tilted in confusion. Mahiru’s heart felt a tiny bit of affection, and he ruffled Kuro’s hair.

“My clock used to count up, until it reached 5,655 days,” Mahiru explained. “On the 31st of December, a year ago, it stopped counting and reset to zero.”

Kuro’s eyes widened. “31st of December?” he uttered numbly, shocked. Mahiru started to get worried at Kuro’s shocked expression. “Kuro?”

“My birthday was on the 31st of December,” Kuro whispered. “And last year was my 18th birthday. It was also my last day as a human.”

Mahiru startled as Kuro’s eyes emptied, reliving things Mahiru couldn’t see. “The 31st was the day my clock reset, as well.”

After Kuro’s little outburst, they never talked about it again. Mahiru didn’t want to delve into deep waters, but he was /so/ curious, wondered so much it drove him crazy. And he wanted to help, but he didn’t know how to, and it drove him up the wall. But Mahiru stayed patient, pretended he didn’t hear Kuro’s mumbling in his sleep, pretended he didn’t notice when Kuro entered his room in the middle of the night after waking up from a nightmare and cuddled up to him, pretended everything was all right. But it wasn’t all right at all.

One night, Kuro sneaked into Mahiru’s bed again, after he woke up yelling, and placed a careful arm around Mahiru’s waist, nuzzling into his neck. Mahiru also woke up from his yelling, and he couldn’t find it in him to hold back anymore.

“Kuro,” he said. “Tell me what happened.”

Kuro stiffened beside him, hands wrapping around Mahiru a little tighter.

“My dad,” he mumbled, and for a while that’s all he said.

“He turned me. Into a vampire.”

Mahiru took a deep breath. “I’m listening,” he encouraged warmly, placing his hand on top of Kuro’s.

“My dad went through a lot,” Kuro said, sounding small and hesitant. “He had me with my mom, and a year later my younger brother Hugh was born from the same mother, but she died in the hospital.”

Mahiru’s eyes widened. His mother passed away when he was young too, and he knew the pain well.

“My dad loved mom, but he was a lustful man. He tried to drown out his pain a week or so later, and slept with one of his coworkers. He was a scientist. She got pregnant, but couldn’t raise a child. She left the child with my dad once he was born and then she moved to a different city. My dad was left alone with three young kids, and he couldn’t raise them alone, so he hired a caregiver. And for a while, he tried to stay away from her.”

“Is it insensitive to ask how many siblings you have?” Mahiru hesitated, softly playing with Kuro’s fingers.

“Six,” Kuro answered easily. Mahiru hummed in wonder, and Kuro continued. “After the caregiver was hired, my dad had loads more free time, and that’s when he started researching the supernatural. He started working alone and got lonely, and in the end, fell in love with the caregiver he hired. They got married, and brought 4 other kids to the world. One girl, twins, and my youngest brother. She died 7 years later from sickness.”

Mahiru gasped, and Kuro hurried to reassure him. “It’s okay, I was 11. I don’t really remember her.”

“Still,” Mahiru whispered. “That’s horrible.”

“My dad took it especially bad,” Kuro proceeded, silently agreeing. “He freaked out. Everyone kept leaving him, and we were only reminders of the horrible loss he was going through. He went full into his research, trying to reach immortality. When he found out about vampires, he went away for a trip that took months in an attempt to make progress, and when he was back he didn’t act like a father anymore.

“He found some sort of weird potion through a shady trade with an actual vampire. He wanted to turn me making me drink it, because I’m the oldest and have the most “experienced” body. I tried to fight him,” Kuro continued, voice laced with pain and sorrow. “My father, who I loved. I kicked him, bit him, punched him. But he was way stronger than me, and he overpowered me quickly. After he forced me to drink the potion, I kicked him so hard in the stomach he fell back and his head snapped against one of the wooden chairs. He didn’t make it out.”

Mahiru’s hand grasped Kuro’s and refused to let go.

“After that, I ran away. I couldn’t bring myself to drink human blood like I was supposed to, so I’ve been mostly hunting animals. Without human blood, vampires can’t exist. I was dying, Mahiru. You saved me.”

“Like I was going to let you die,” Mahiru whispered, and he could feel Kuro smiling into the nape of his neck.

“Mahiru,” Kuro murmured softly. “When I became a vampire, I became immortal. Before that, my clock was like yours. It counted up, instead of down. But that day, my clock reset. Went back to zero, because I couldn’t age anymore.”

They were quiet for a little bit, and Mahiru freed Kuro from his hold and turned around to face him.

“Kuro, are you my soulmate?”

The days after that, Mahiru and Kuro spent learning everything about each other. Mahiru told Kuro about his parent who died when he was a kid, his uncle that is barely around, and his best friend, Sakuya, who was always there for him. Kuro told Mahiru about his many siblings, his father, and life before the turn. Mahiru told Kuro about his clock. Every single detail. And while there was no proof of it, they believed that it was more than a mere coincidence their clocks matched each other like they do. They believed that maybe, just maybe, they were bound to each other by fate. They believed that maybe they found the person they’ve been looking for their entire lives, but even though they believed, they couldn’t bare to admit it. The thought of committing to a person for the rest of their lives seemed so big, so far away, that they were too nervous to even think about it. And for Mahiru, the thought of giving his all to a vampire seemed crazy. He couldn’t stay away from Kuro, that’s for sure, but Kuro was still so strange and new and scary. Well, Kuro didn’t scare Mahiru, but the connection they had did. Mahiru was positively freaked.

Kuro was too.

So Mahiru gave his all to school, brushing away questions from his friends about his distant nature and hanging out more with Sakuya, who’s been complaining he’s been neglected. He was more outside, and less home.

He was more outside, and less with Kuro.

And Kuro realized it. How Mahiru withdrew into his ordinary human life, away from him. But even if he was hurt, he couldn’t blame Mahiru at all, for wanting a normal life. It’s been something he was after for over a year.

Before Kuro, Mahiru was only vaguely aware of supernaturals. He knew that the soulmate clock was only one of the weird anomalies the world could offer. But he never saw one up close. When Kuro came crashing down into his life on the 31st of December, on what technically was his 19th birthday, Mahiru thought he was a delinquent. Not one that he wasn’t going to help, but he thought Kuro messed up with the wrong people and got in a fight. When Kuro stayed in Mahiru’s apartment without even asking, Mahiru thought he was weird, lazy and very endearing. Now he doesn’t know what to think. He doesn’t know how to act, aside from all the soulmate complications. Kuro is a good person, Mahiru’s sure of it, but how much is Mahiru ready to sacrifice for him?

He didn’t know, and that terrified him.

Mahiru unlocked the door to his apartment, back from shopping, and loaded all of his bags onto the kitchen table, when he saw the note.

I’m sorry, it said.

Mahiru’s eyes widened, and he rushed to the living room. The couch was clean, no ramen cups were on the ground, and the window was open.

Mahiru burst out of his apartment, running. Where would Kuro go now?

“Sorry for visiting unexpectedly,” Kuro said once the heavy wood door in front of him opened. “Can I come in?”

Freya looked surprised (which was very hard to deduct since her face is pretty expressionless), and scanned Kuro with her eyes. She wasn’t wearing her brown contacts, and had her green eye and white eye on full display. Kuro’s father liked to experiment with the unnatural things he found through his research, which resulted in Freya’s normal green eyes replaced with one horrifying white eye, and caused her arms to scar. Freya, unlike her brothers, was smart and mature for her age. She should’ve had her 17th birthday a little while ago.

“You’re alive.”

“Yeah,” Kuro agreed. Freya looked at him again in disbelief.

“Wait here,” she said.

After their father's death, Kuro hung around the house to see if his younger siblings were okay. Hugh, the second oldest (he was 17 when Kuro left, and was probably 18 by now) left the house and moved to a new apartment, and took the youngest siblings with him, so Lily (14? 15?) and the twins, Hyde and Endou (who were both 16. Kuro couldn’t forget, since he lit a match on the 24th of June to celebrate. He always had a soft spot for the both of them). Freya joined a shared dorm with another roommate, desperate to get away from the house their father died at.

Jeje slipped away without Kuro noticing, so he could only hope he was okay and move on.

When Freya was back at the door, she had her brown contacts in hand.

“She can’t see you with those eyes,” she told him, handing him the container. “I convinced her that my white eye is an unusual heterochromia condition and that my scars are from a car accident, but she can’t see you. Not like this.”

Kuro frowned, since he hates putting things near his eyes, but eventually the contacts were on and Freya let him in. Inside was a tall blonde girl, tinkering with some metal object on a big, old desk.

“Freya?” she asked, and her mouth formed a little “o” when she saw Kuro standing there.

“Brother,” she said, and her eyes softened. “Meet my soulmate.”

Mahiru searched, and searched, and searched, but Kuro was nowhere to be found. He came back to his apartment, exhausted, crashed on the couch and ignored the throbbing ache in his heart.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Freya’s soulmate, Iduna, said and shook Kuro’s hand. She had a bright smile and clear blue eyes, and even though Kuro hated new people, she seemed nice enough.

“We’re going to talk in the kitchen. I’ll call you if we need you, but you can keep doing whatever it is that you’re doing,” Freya said, and Iduna pecked her cheek before smiling at Kuro, sitting down and continuing he tinkering work.

Freya lead him to the kitchen and handed Kuro a glass of water.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, hunched over the counter. Kuro didn’t want to get her too involved.

“I think… I found my soulmate. But he’s a human,” Kuro mumbled. “And he’s freaked out because of me. And I don’t know what to do.”

Freya sneaked a glance at Kuro, and looked back at her hands. “Isn’t that something you’re supposed to talk to him about?”

“He’s a human,” Kuro said softly. “I’m sure he wants to live an ordinary life, like every other ordinary person. Like you’re trying to, right now.”

“I’m no ‘every other ordinary person’, brother.”

Freya looked at Kuro, her odd eye contrasting against the soft tones of her green one, like she was trying to bare into his soul.

“You can try to live like an ordinary person, too,” she said, tone sincere and unapologetic. “Since you were one, like me. And I believe that you can find happiness with your soulmate, even if you’re not an ordinary human anymore.”

Kuro considered her words, debating, when she took the now empty glass of water out of his hands and turned her back, walking over to the sink.

“Only you can make that decision,” she said to him. “But just know that if you have nowhere to go, or if you’re in some kind of trouble, I’m here for you. And so are all the rest of us. Hyde is dying to see you, too, so you should pay him a visit when you can.”

Kuro sighed. Those were words he needed to hear, but didn’t necessarily want to. He didn’t need the reminder that he’s the worst big brother in the world.

“I’ll think about it,” he promised. He took the box for the contacts out of his pocket, about to return them, but Freya was quick to push his hand to his chest.

“Keep them. I have spare.”

The next day, Mahiru didn’t go to school. Kuro’s absence in his little apartment was so noticeable he wanted to scream, trapped in the unnaturally quiet space with his thoughts.

“I’m sorry.”

What does that even mean?

What was Kuro going to do? Was he going to be back? Where did he go to? Why didn’t he let Mahiru know?

And Mahiru felt tortured, because he knew the answer to the last question. It’s because I pushed him away, his mind unhelpfully supplied, and Mahiru covered his face with his hands in shame.

And then, a knock on the door.

Mahiru groaned, taking his time sitting up from the couch and making his way to the entrance. He unlocked the door, and slowly opened it…

Only to find a familiar looking blue-haired vampire, that donned a pair of regular looking brown eye contacts.

Kuro could barely react before Mahiru threw his arms around him in a hug.

“Don’t ever, ever do that to me again,” he demanded, his arms tightening around Kuro’s neck. “I thought you were never coming back.”

“I thought you didn’t want me here,” Kuro said quietly, and Mahiru pulled away and look at him with disbelief in his eyes.

“Why would you ever think that, dumbass?” Mahiru asked, tone louder. “I admit it, I got scared, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you here. You’re so important to me, don’t you understand that?”

Kuro stepped inside, and closed the door behind them. Mahiru stared up at him with expectant eyes. “But I’m a vampire,” he stated simply, rubbing more salt on the wound. “I’ll never be normal enough, for you.”

“But that’s why you’re wearing brown contacts, isn’t it?” Mahiru murmured, voice wavering. “You’re trying to change, even though I didn’t ask you to. You’re trying to change, for me.”

Kuro didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Seeing you struggle like you did, when you had those nightmares, drove me out of my mind,” Mahiru told him, persistent. “I couldn’t let you continue like that. I had to ask, to help somehow, and I didn’t know how to respond since you’re something I’ve never encountered before.”

Mahiru looked down at his wrist, and brought it up to Kuro’s face.

“The reason I have this clock on my wrist, is because I have someone that belongs to me somewhere. I can’t tell you for certain, but I can tell you that it feels, to me, that it’s you.”

Kuro’s tired eyes couldn’t look away from Mahiru’s passionate ones, and at that moment, he never wanted to look aside. But he knew that it’s better, for Mahiru, if he let go now. So he averted his gaze.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, Mahiru’s hands caught Kuro’s and the taller looked down at him in surprise.

“The day you turned 18, your last day as a human, my clock reset,” Mahiru said, determination written all over his face, “and if that’s not destiny, then we’ll make it destiny. I won’t let go of you. I won’t let you struggle or hurt anymore.”

…

“Take them off, Kuro.”

Mahiru’s hands let go of Kuro’s, and Kuro’s hands moved on their own, reaching for the little box in his pocket. He took out his contacts, putting them in their box, and looked back at Mahiru with a set of bright, red eyes.

Mahiru stood on his tip toes, and their lips met. Kuro was never going to struggle again, anymore.

I actually considered making this an actual chaptered fic for a good hour or so, but it’s a lot of work and time I don’t have. But imagine this plot with a long, actually well written, chaptered fic. I could do so much with the fact we know nothing of Jeje or pretty much all of the eves except for Iduna, or could write so much more Kuromahi development, and a lot of potential Kuro/servamp fam stuff. You ever get that feeling you have an amazing idea but you can’t write it well because you’re not a good writer? Yeah, that’s me right now.

*Btw, I just wanted to point out that I gave World End the name “Endou” in this fic. When his name is said in the anime, the “End” part is pronounced “Endo” and since “Endou is an actual Japanese name/last name I just decided to use that!

#kuromahiweek #kuromahiweek2k18 #kuromahi #servamp #sleepy ash #mahiru shirota #the mother #iduna nobel #mine #hmhmhmhm i'm sad this could've been my greatest project why do i suck at writing so muchhh

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