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All he could do was push himself on. He had to keep going no matter what. Even as his body screamed at him and begged for a break. His throat was incredibly parched and tightening with the extreme need that he needed something to drink. Guren was struggling to even walk. It was a lot more slow going than he would have liked. He wanted to get away as fast as he could.
He wasn’t even sure how far he had gotten before he had collapsed down to his knees. His hand sliding down a brick wall as he wrapped an arm around his midsection. His body was still flaring in pain. It felt like his blood was still turning against him.
He felt sticky and gross. He could still smell the blood on him that wasn’t doing anything to help him. Guren turned, gritting his teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut. Pressing his back into the wall as he waited for the pain to subside.
After a few minutes, he was able to crack his eyes open as he stared up at the night sky. The stars littered the sky aside from the pitch blackness that was around him. Even after getting some rest, he still felt so powerless. How could he let this happen?
He was so mad.
Furious at himself for falling for it.
He let his desire for revenge cloud his judgement.
He should have known. Thought of the possibilities, but all he could focus on was his need to take the lives of every single one of those bastards.
He didn’t have any time to waste just sitting here. He needed to keep moving, but he was so tired. He wasn’t used to feeling this exhausted. It was the drugs. He knew it. It had to be. There was no other explanation for it.
Guren grunted as he pushed himself up, forcing himself back to his feet before using the wall as leverage to keep pushing himself on. He had to keep going.
He needed to get to Nagoya.
Kureto had driven all night. Not stopping until he had arrived in Ebina. He had picked the location that he had quickly given to Shinya. Stopping at what appeared to be a shopping center. Shouto was fast asleep. Unable to keep his eyes open after their travels. He had fallen asleep not long after they got away from Tokyo.
This still felt way too easy. There should have been some resistance. Some need to spark up quick tongued lies. He just hoped that Shinya and the others didn’t run into any difficulties, and it was just as easy for them as it had been for him.
It made him wonder.
Did Tenri even know that Shouto was missing?
How would he not notice?
The only issue for him now was knowing that he had no way of making sure if Tenri had figured it out or not. The faster they got Shouto to Guren, the stronger chance that Shouto would be safe from the clutches of the Hiragi family.
He still couldn’t get this sense to go away.
That something was off about this entire thing.
Guren should be safely in Nagoya. At the very least, if he wasn’t there yet, in Sanguinem. If he was being completely honest, Guren was safest in Sanguinem. They couldn’t risk going into the underground city, even though Kureto had been plotting the idea of how they could manage to do it. They would need their strongest on the mission. Such as himself.
It was almost ironic to him that the first person he had thought of was Guren.
Even Guren as a human and with Mahiru-no-Yo.
They worked extremely well together, and the combination of their power made them almost unstoppable in his eyes. They weren’t by any means indestructible or unable to join the fallen within battle, but whenever they did work together, it was almost like there wasn’t anything that they couldn’t do. He could only imagine with the added enhanced strength of being a vampire and a First-Class weapon, that Guren would still be that same level, if not, stronger than he was.
He felt like he shouldn’t have any concerns.
Especially when it came to Guren, and he had completed his transformation.
He was safe.
Shouto was safe.
The others were relatively safe.
Everything was going right, even if Kureto had his suspicions.
Something just felt like it shouldn’t be.
Maybe he was just being too hyper vigilant about the things around him. That he was expecting the worst of the worst, but in their destroyed world and the ongoing war, he felt like that was a reasonable thing to have. He had to stay on guard. He had to keep himself on his toes. He never knew when he might not finish out the day or he would see tomorrow.
He had to make this a world where humanity stood on top again. That Kureto could change what it meant to be a Hiragi. Strong and powerful. Fearsome. Standing over everyone else. Becoming the Head of the Hiragi family and seeing the future wasn’t his only thing. He had to protect Guren. He had to do something to save him before he met a fate that he never should have. He needed to protect Shouto and see that he and Guren could stay together. As a family.
That felt like the one thing that he could do.
He could do this. He could make sure that Shouto and Guren got a chance to meet.
He had locked the truck while Shouto was sleeping inside as he checked the interior of the building for any signs of vampires. He could only trust a very select few with the thought of having them around Guren’s son.
The huge difference between Guren and Shouto now was the race that they were. The vampires wouldn’t do anything to Guren, but Shouto to them was just food.
Once he had checked the entire building, he went back for Shouto, taking him up to the second story to let him sleep on a couch that was there. Shouto had curled up on it almost immediately upon laying down. It reminded him a lot of Guren, and Shouto never got to meet him. It brought a slight smile to his face as he kneeled down, moving some of Shouto’s hair from his face.
This boy just wanted to know about them. He was still so angry that Tenri would put the blame on Guren’s son for his death. Tenri had been manipulating Shouto from the day that he was born. Tenri had destroyed Guren’s life, and he was still working on doing so.
“I’ll protect you both.” Kureto whispered, pulling his hand back as he moved, turning and sitting down on the floor as he propped his arms up onto his knees.
Now, it was just waiting for Shinya and the Moon Demon Company to arrive.
Guren grimaced, clutching at his chest as he found himself falling to his knees. The Omega felt his eyes slipping shut, fighting to keep them open as his hand slid down the side of the building and he hit the ground. The grass was brushing against his cheek, tickling against his nose at one point as Guren fought to keep his eyes open.
It took him a few minutes before he could find the strength in him again to push himself back up. His muscles were screaming at him just as much as the rest of him was. The Omega had no idea if he was being followed or what was going on really. There could be entirely a chance that he didn’t kill Tenri. He was the strongest human in the entire Imperial Demon Army. He is not an easy man to kill. Even if Guren stabbed him multiple times.
There was just this feeling that he had.
His mind was telling him that it should be over, but his gut was telling him something entirely different.
Guren paused for a moment, looking around as a cold chill went down his spine. His nose twitched. Blood. He could smell blood. He felt his throat tighten for a moment. The thirst hitting him as he found his body carrying him towards the smell. Guren almost felt like he was in a trance again.
The Omega stumbled a bit, collapsing back down to his knees as he managed to spot who it was. He froze. Realizing that this was bad. He needed to get away.
One of the Hiragi heads.
There was no way that he was alone. He was proven correct pretty quickly.
The Alpha hadn’t noticed him yet. Instead, he was talking loudly. Calling out to someone.
They were looking for him.
The Omega moved back slightly, concealing himself as he kept his eyes on the Hiragi Head. Were all of them out here? How did they know to come looking for him? Was it possible that Tenri did get up after all of that?
He wouldn’t even be surprised.
It was Tenri Hiragi.
He couldn’t leave that option off of the table.
Or they found his body and were starting to panic.
Guren could feel it brewing again. The excessive need to tear the man he had his eyes on apart. Maybe it was being even more heavily influenced by his thirst. It was taking almost everything in him not to move forward. That’s how he got captured last time. He could still feel the pain in his body from Tenri. He didn’t want another repeat of that.
Guren slowly started to back away. Keeping low to the ground so as not to alert anyone that he was there. He’d just slip away. It would be fine. He just had to leave.
The Omega stopped the second his nose twitched. Picking up the scent of blood behind him. Guren turned around, freezing as his eyes widened.
His reflexes really had been slowed down. Three of them were standing behind him as he found himself reaching for his weapon. The Omega grimaced the second he felt something stick into his thigh. “Your reactions have been greatly slowed by the drug in your system.” Nanami – Guren believed that was his name – said. It was the same Alpha who had captured him last time. Guren grimaced, reaching out and jerking the dart out of his thigh. Letting it clatter to the ground as he placed his palm down. It was flaring in pain there now. A clear indication that something just got pumped into his system. “You have become predictable, Guren.”
“Fuck you.” The Omega growled out. The black dots were already dancing on his vision as he pushed himself to his feet. Stumbling as he panted. Reaching for his weapon. They didn’t even bother going for their Cursed Gear. His reaction time might have been greatly slowed, but it didn’t mean that he was defenseless.
“You do realize…” Nanami murmured, pulling out a spell tag that was shimmering, “We have been tracking you this entire time, right?”
Guren froze. His eyes widened as he found his fingers moving towards his neck. Did he have a tracker in him somewhere. No. The drug. It must have been enchanted with a tracking enchantment. That way, as long as if it was in his system, they could track him.
“You’re coming back to Shibuya with us.” Another one said, “You know what that means.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you sick fucks.” Guren growled, taking a step back. He gasped as his heel hit something and he found himself tripping and rolling down the slope that he had previously been on top of. He hit the ground on his front. He was quick to start pushing himself up, grimacing as he could still the drug induced weakness. He cursed under his breath as he did manage to get back to his feet.
He was going to have to kill them all to get himself out of this one.
He couldn’t take his sweet time.
That was a shame.
Did this mean that Tenri did survive?
He pulled his weapon out of its sheath, kneeling down a bit as he growled out, “Drink the blood of a Progenitor.” He felt the familiar pinch before his blood was moving into the blade. Making it turn a blood red. He glared at the seven Heads that were there. They were all present. Quickly moving to surround him as he straightened his back. “Alright, so you really do have a death wish.”
“We’re not dying today, whore.”
Guren saw red.
He turned, feeling the adrenaline starting to pump through him as he wrapped his hand around the throat of the Alpha who called him that. Sending them both flying away from the others before slamming their back into the ground as he growled. “Don’t you dare call me that again.” He tightened his grip, releasing in the fact that he could hear him choking. “I will slaughter you all in an instant.” He tightened his grip. Relishing as his nails pierced into the neck of the Alpha as his blood started to flow over his fingers. “You sick fucks.”
“Did I offend you?” The Alpha gasped out, “It’s what you truly are. Nothing but a whore that was used for our pleasure.”
“Shut up!” Guren screamed, lifting his hand up before slamming it back down. It was like he was hyper focused again. The only thing that he cared about was slaughtering this man. He dropped his blade, dropping down as he found himself straddling the Alpha below him. He pulled his hand back, growling out, “You will never touch me again.” He jerked his arm forward, pleased the second that his hand went right through the Alpha’s chest. His beating heart was right in his hand. Still pumping and sending much needed blood throughout his body. He relished in the feeling of hearing the pained sound that the Alpha made. The Alpha coughed, sputtering up blood as it came gushing out of his mouth. “Maybe… you’ll understand what it means to have your heart crushed and ripped out of your chest.”
“Gure—”
“Shut up!” Guren snapped, squeezing his fingers as he pierced the beating heart with his fingertips and jerked his hand back. His hand was drenched in the Alpha’s blood now as he let his eyes fall onto the now motionless heart. The Alpha slumped back; eyes wide and the light leaving his eye. Guren lifted his hand, almost admiring the heart before whispering, “You don’t know what it’s like.” Letting it fall from his hand as he looked down at the Alpha’s face for a moment. The blank eyes but pained expression. “I was never the whore.”
Guren pushed himself up onto trembling legs, picking up his blade as he did so and looking back at the remaining six. They looked spooked. Nothing was going to stand between him and Nagoya now.
No matter what they inject him with. No matter what spellcraft they use.
He was going to end this.
He lifted his blade up, almost in a trance as he turned it, slamming it down into the ground as the gust of wind erupted from around him. He wasn’t surprised that they did manage to evade the attack. It wasn’t nearly as powerful as it should be, but it was enough that he was slowly putting distance between them. He still had to be careful. They could have hidden weapons that he didn’t know about.
He wouldn’t put it past them to actually try and kill him.
Guren was almost upset.
That had been too slow.
He wanted to take his time.
Put them through the same amount of torture that they put him through. His bloodthirst was begging him. Pleading him to kill. It was echoing in his mind. He could feel the phantom pain in his body. Seeing it flashing before his eyes as he jerked his weapon back out of the ground and brought it back to his side.
“You picked the wrong person to fuck with.” Guren growled as he started forward. He had all of them in his sights. He knew where they were. “I’m not making the same mistake twice.”
As he took another step forward, his eyes widened as he went completely stiff. The Omega hit the ground before he even had a chance to realize what had actually happened. The dart. It must have had a paralytic in it. Guren cursed in his head. Gritting his teeth as he was able to at least move his fingers. What the hell was he supposed to do?
He could hear their footsteps approaching. The laughter that followed. It was making his stomach churn. He had to move. Guren stared at his wrist for a moment. His other hand was right by where the dart entered into his body. Guren twitched his hand, gaining a bit more mobility as he slowly used his pants to pull his hand towards it. There was still a needle inside of his leg. He could feel it. The Omega gritted his teeth, hooking it with his nail before pulling on it. It came out easily enough as it flew through the gap between his hand and his leg and hit the ground.
Guren listened for a second. They were still far enough away. They were taunting him. So, they were taking their time. Just like they always liked to do.
The Omega moved his hand again. Slowly moving his fingers enough that he was able to cut through his pant leg and cut into his own skin with his nails, dragging his finger up and over the entry point. He could feel his own blood gushing out of the wound. It was a main artery in his leg that they had hit. The drugs were in his blood. He needed to get just enough of it out. It hadn’t been in his system long, so it shouldn’t have spread to a majority of him yet. It was probably why he was still able to kind of move his hands.
He felt hands on his arms, pulling him off of the ground as his head lulled back just a bit so he could see that they were standing around him. Slowly, he could feel his body regaining some of his mobility back, but he didn’t dare move. He couldn’t tip them off until he was sure that he could get out.
He was back on his feet now. An arm curling around his shoulders and pulling him back into a chest as the so-called ring leader stood in front of him. “That look of anger and hatred, Guren… you wore it that night too.” The Alpha murmured, reaching out and thumbing at his lip. Guren just glared.
Not yet.
It wasn’t time yet.
He closed his eyes the second he felt hands on his waist. “I wonder what your body feels like now that you’ve been turned into a monster.” His hair was grabbed, keeping his head back as another hand started to move up the back of his thigh, settling over his ass from the one who was holding onto him. “I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting you to be able to fight back.”
Not yet. Not yet.
Guren felt the disgust curling in his stomach as the hand lifted and pulled up his jacket and shirt before dipping into the back of his pants. Hands were on the front of his pants, jerking them open. He could feel the fingers at his entrance. The puffs of breath on his face. The laughter. The mocking. The names.
A hand gripped at his face now, “That mouth of yours is dangerous now. That’s unfortunate.”
“As if I would want to bite your sorry ass.” Guren hissed out, “Your blood smells absolutely as revolting as the pieces of shit that you are.”
“Ah, so the drug doesn’t stop your ability to talk.” One of them said, laughing again, “You are at our mercy.”
Guren could feel his body a bit better. It still wasn’t enough. He needed more time. He was feeling slightly woozy, but he’d rather feel lightheaded rather than being paralyzed. They were just taunting him right now. Letting the threat loom over his head. He wasn’t about to let these bastards get him again.
“Why don’t you get down on your knees for us? Be a good little whore.” Another one murmured, it was almost with a gloating tone as a hand shoved between his shoulder blades and he found himself practically being held up by the Alpha in front of him.
Just a little bit more time.
He squeezed his eyes shut a bit tighter as he felt his pants getting jerked at. He could feel his legs better now. He could move his toes easily, but with the position, they couldn’t actually see what he was doing. He had no idea where his shoes were. He hadn’t seen them, so he never had the chance to grab them.
A smirk came to his face as he realized it.
He could move.
“How about you get on your knees?” Guren kicked his foot up, slamming his heel into the Alpha behind him. He rejoiced in his sudden yelp of pain. It wasn’t necessarily easy, but it was enough. He jerked back, slamming his knee up and hitting the face of the Alpha in front of him. He leaned back, jerking his arms as he slammed the two Alphas holding onto him into each other. In their shock, they had dropped his arms.
Guren moved, twisting behind one as he slammed the side of his hand into the Alpha’s neck. Watching him fall into a heap. He repeated the action with the other Alpha as he exhaled sharply.
That was four.
It didn’t take long before he heard a click. He shifted, pivoting on his feet just as the bullet went by him. It grazed his cheek but almost missed him entirely before he lunged forward. He jumped slightly, planting his foot into the Alpha’s chest. It was pure adrenaline coursing through him now.
Fight or flight.
Just like what happened with his interaction with Tenri.
He eyed the Alpha that he now had at his mercy. This one loved to use his mouth. Guren purred a bit, tilting his head as he murmured, “Why don’t you do what your mouth is meant to be used for?”
The Alpha’s eyes widened as he shook his head, “Guren, I’m—"
He smirked a bit, making quiet shushing noises to the Alpha he was now standing before, “It’s okay. Why don’t you cry about it?” He reached out, clamping one hand on his lower jaw before using his other hand to grab at the top of his mouth. Guren could only feel the bloodlust getting stronger as he jerked up. Relishing in hearing the Alpha scream as he started to rip his jaw right away from his face. “You’re prettier when you don’t talk.” He watched the horror flash in the Alpha’s eyes. Those same words echoed in his mind of when the Alpha said the same thing to him.
He was slow with it. Rejoicing in every second he watched the blood rolling down the Alpha’s face. His skin and muscles tearing apart before he jerked his arm and took his head clean off before letting him fall and hit the ground.
Guren closed his eyes, tilting his head back as he let out a laugh.
“Don’t fucking underestimate me.” Guren whispered once he had managed to calm the laugh down. He paused for a moment as he noticed movement behind him. He tilted his head back. Catching emerald, green eyes. “Don’t you dare think I forgot about your perverted ass.”
He could actually see the fear on the Alpha’s face this time.
Guren turned, lifting an arm and rolling the muscles there before dropping it.
The Omega knelt down a bit before jumping, catching the Alpha by his neck. He managed to slam him down. This time, he captured his wrists underneath his knees. Guren smirked a lit bit, leaning down as he let himself get almost nose to nose with Nanami. “You got cocky.”
“How the hell are you moving?!” Nanami hissed out, trying to jerk at his arms.
Guren just leaned forward a bit, shuffling just enough that the Alpha let out a pained cry the second that he did so. “What did you call me again? The perfect little whore?” Nanami was staring at him with wide eyes now. Opening and closing his mouth before he was snarling. “Shut the hell up.” Guren snapped as he jerked back, smacking his palm right against the Alpha’s face.
Nanami’s head whipped to the side as Guren leaned back a bit. The bloodlust was taking over again as he reached up with his clean hand to run it through his hair. “You won’t get away with this.”
“I already did.” Guren whispered as he looked back down, planting a hand right over the Alpha’s chest, “How should I kill you? I wanted to take my time with all of you. Go one by one until I got to him. I want you to suffer the way you made me suffer. My family… my father… my son… no one did a damn thing to you, and we were your little toys.” Guren leaned back in, raking his nails across the Alpha’s face. Enjoying the moment that they cut into his skin, and he could see the blood starting to pour down his cheek. “Not anymore.”
“Son?” Nanami whispered, his eyes going wide. “You were—”
“Pregnant.” Guren murmured, tilting his head. “I was pregnant whenever you sick bastards raped me. Why do you think he didn’t let you touch my stomach.” He purred a bit, letting his fingernails dance over Nanami’s neck. “At least, you did follow the rules. You didn’t actually do anything against his orders. I was his perfect little slave. I bled for days after you all were finished with me. You had no care in the world what was happening to me. Just that you got a quick fuck out of it. Well, maybe, not so quick.”
He put a bit of pressure, cutting his nail down the curve of the Alpha’s neck. “The Guren Ichinose I knew would never kill a comrade.”
Guren smiled, “Guren Ichinose died four years ago.” He whispered, “The Eighth Progenitor was born that day.” He leaned up, slashing his nails right across the Alpha’s neck. He leaned back, closing his eyes as he tilted his head back. Listening to him gag and sputter over the deep wound in his neck. “Deep.” He whispered. “Deep. Deep. Deep.” He felt the sting in his eyes as he moved forward, putting his hand right into the Alpha’s chest now, “Deep.” He twisted his hand, jerking it back out as he felt himself starting to relax. He let his eyes open, watching the Alpha’s face as he struggled to breathe. Choking on his own blood.
He didn’t necessarily have the time anymore to hang around and have the bit of fun that he wanted too. The Omega did stay there. Not moving as the Alpha slowly stopped struggling. Choking out again before he stopped moving entirely.
His focus was only brought back as he heard a groan behind him. He turned his head, noticing the Alpha that he had kicked was starting to stand back up. “You little bitch. You’re going to pay for that.”
The Alpha pulled out a gun, pointing it at him. Guren moved just in time before the bullet hit him. He rolled back to his feet, using the momentum to send himself forward. Just as another bullet came in his direction, he put his arm right through the Alpha. He jerked his hand back, getting back to his feet as the Alpha stumbled and hit the ground.
This wasn’t the plan, but he supposed, this was what he wanted.
He wanted their heads.
He wanted them dead.
Three more to go.
He turned, looking at the three that were slowly starting to come too. He smirked, waiting for them to get back to their feet as he flexed his fingers. He placed a hand on his hip as he picked at his bloody nails. Their fearful eyes fell on him as Guren muttered out, “What does it feel like to get be humiliated by the same whore that you humiliated?”
He didn’t give them the chance to say anything back as he moved forward, twisting on his feet as he slashed his nails across one of the Alpha’s necks. Taking his head clean off before going for the other two. He gasped as he felt pain blister through his right shoulder but ignored it in favor of finally taking down the last two. Slicing open the throat of one before using that same hand to plunge into the chest of the other.
Guren panted pulling his arm back to himself as the last Alpha hit the ground.
He was exhausted.
The adrenaline was slowly starting to leave him as he realized what he had just done. The absolute relief. It felt like the weight had been lifted off of him as he collapsed down to his knees, staring right up to the night sky.
He had done it.
It might not have been in the way he envisioned it, but he had killed every single one of those sick bastards.
He felt the tears come to his eyes as they started to fall, and his shoulders started to shake as the laughter started to leave him. He had been thinking about it for five years. Even more so in the last four.
It almost felt like he might open his eyes, and this was just a sick dream.
That he didn’t actually do this.
He was only brought back to reality as the pain intensified in his shoulder before his throat clenched. The pain erupted throughout his entire body as he fell forward. Wrapping an arm around himself as he realized just how hungry he actually was.
How long had it been?
Two days, maybe?
At least, he was on the second day at most.
He needed to feed soon. The third day would be the worst. He would slowly start getting lost too far into that instinct to the point he might attack any human that dared to come near enough to him that he caught the scent of their blood.
Guren choked down the lump in his throat, pushing himself up with a bloody hand before reaching out for his weapon. Why he even pulled it out to begin with at this point was now a mystery to him. He put it back into its sheath before he started back in the direction he had been heading. Stumbling down the street.
Leaving the absolute bloodbath behind.
He wanted to get to Nagoya.
He made a promise to Kureto.
He had to keep it.