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Setting: Modern Day. In a world of Werewolves vs. Vampires with humans and hunters caught in the middle.

Denver, Colorado. A young boy in high school, entering the height of life. With a bounce in his step, pep in his voice, and all the energy of a five year old, this one got around. With a smile that puts everyone at ease and a laugh that lifts the spirits... You can tell that this boy is loved by his family.

No one would suspect him for being a vampire.

Background: Minato Mikomi is a teenage vampire of 18 years old. No, he was not made, he was born. Both his parents were purebred vampires of a high pedigree. They were respected and looked up to by those beneath them and even above them. The father was tall, lean, strong, and charismatic. The mother was beautiful, graceful, serene, and kind to all she met.

No one would suspect them as traitors.

A clan of werewolves, trapped deep within vampire territory in Canada. Day-by-day, mile-by-mile, the vampire couple had secretly been helping the clan to the border. Even during the days right after the woman had given birth to her firstborn child, she still helped the clan move about. Everything was going great...

Who knew...that one of the werewolves was a spy for the vampires.

The couple was forced to flee with the werewolf clan. A true flight for freedom. But they knew...they all knew...that escape was unlikely. So...the male vampire decided to fight, for both the werewolf clan that they had become good friends with and his mate and newborn child. He was fighting just fine, but he knew that, for sure, he would not make it out alive. Sensing this, the mother handed her child over to one of the werewolf couples who had a young infant child of their own. "His name...is Minato Mikomi!" Then she ran back to help her mate. The child safe with the werewolves, she was able to dedicate herself to protecting her mate. One thing was good about this though, the vampire couple excelled at battling other vampires. It was what they were known for doing best.

They didn't see 'It' coming.

With so many vampires around, drowned in their scent and too alert to it...the lone spy in the forest of needles. Several well-aimed attacks and the couple was shredded by the forest as a finisher. They were not dead, as their heads and their hearts had not been pierced. No...traitors suffered a different punishment, one worse than death.

Self-sacrifice for the win.

The were clan made it out of Canada safely. Out of vampire territory and within the human society. Like that, the chase was over. But what of the child? The clan raised him, of course, as one of their own...only a vampire. He grew with the couple he was first handed off to. Minato and the werewolf grew up like siblings and it has been that way...till now.

Present: Minato knew he was a vampire, but he didn't think it made him different from the other werewolves. He was neither weaker, nor stronger. It was all a matter of how much training and solo practice he'd had. But nowadays, his mind was preoccupied...with thoughts of ______.

Sure, they grew up like brothers, but he knew, from the very beginning, that they were everything but. Ever since he reached a certain age (15) his thoughts went from simple fun to...things that were probably not so healthy for the mental psyche. Eventually, this came to materialize itself in the form of adoration and infatuation for the other boy whom he once treated like an older brother. By day, his form was burned into his eyes as he followed behind him to school everyday. At night, as he slept in his bed, his dreams were embarrassing little numbers and made it necessary to wake up early than everyone else. Most of these things made sense to Minato, sure. But still...he had to wonder why...that in each and every one of those dreams..._____ had him tied up in chains?

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Characters

Name: Minato Mikomi
Age: 18
Appearance: Hello!
Likes: Coffee (for bedtime), tea (for mornings), cakes (they're sweet), chocolate (yummy!), races (fun), ____ (-////-), My Were Family (they're awesome), and writing (poems, short stories).
Dislikes: Um...I don't know. Hahahah!
Favorite Quote: "I'm watching a dream I'll never wake from..." - Spike Spiegal (Cowboy Bebop)

Name: Cain Chasse
Age: 18
Appearance: Playing around Day and Night
Likes: Fresh meat (cooked or raw), hunting (the thrill of the chase), My Parents (when they aren't grounding me), Little Brother (he's adorable enough to eat sometimes!), clear moonlit nights
Dislikes: BATHS (the smell of wet werewolf isn't pleasant AT ALL), Rainy Days (look at baths, same thing), unsuccessful hunting (No fresh meat TnT), Vegetables/Fruit (Meh, NOT meat)
Favorite Quote: “It isn’t mere convention. Everyone can see that the people who hunt are the right people and the people who don’t are the wrong ones.” -GB Shaw Heartbreak House (1920).

Cain, merely a lump beneath his covers even while Minato was up at the crack of dawn, groaned when his very loud and screamingly obnoxious alarm clock went off. With a roughly thrown hand he smacked the thing silent before sitting up, scratching the back of his bark brown hair. He yawned widely, never a morning person, and got up. He slept in just boxers, so it was very easy to just snatch some clothing from where it lay around his room. If one didn't know he was a teenager, one might've thought the room had been ransacked, seeing as everything was thrown around everywhere. But Cain saw order in this mess, easily fishing out some jeans and a shirt, pausing by his door frame as he wondered what else he might need. Oh yeah. Diving back in, the wereteen dug out his back pack and brought it downstairs with him. "Morning, Minato," Cain greeted with another yawn.

Letting his pack hit the floor, he opened the fridge, pulling out cuts of beef and ham. Taking the packaged slices with him to the counter he looked sleepily over at what his vampire brother was making, sniffing curiously while he himself set to work putting as much plain meat as he could between two slices of bread.

"Mornin' boys," a lower, older voice sounded, the form of their father standing in the kitchen doorway with a wolfish grin. "Getting your own lunch ready today are you? The missis will be so proud." Father Frederick pulled out a tissue to dab at non-existent tears. "I remember like it was yesterday she was cooking away, making you both meals to take with you to school." The irony being 'Mom' had cooked both of the boys lunches yesterday because they'd both been late.

Cain rolled his eyes. "Dad ... come on; we're not little kids."

"And yet you have yet to do your own laundry, cook your own meat, or own a home." Dad said with a chuckle. "You should do more like Mint," their pet name for the vampire, while Cain's was 'Sugarcane.' "He does his own laundry. And makes his own bed. Plus, I'm fairly sure your little brother can actually see the floor of his room." Frederick gave Minato a wink, teasing the both of them.

((It's what came to my odd, odd mind >w< Oh, and you're open to play the mother, if you wish))

Cain rolled his eyes. "Why cook meat when it's so much better raw?" Though the teen did perk up at being reminded that soon they would go hunting. YES. Though, Dad did chuckle, going up between the two of them and forcing Cain--groaning--to put some of the over-piled meat sandwich back.

"You're Mint, Minato, because the only other word that came to mine with your name was 'Minute,' and that wouldn't have worked with nearly as much embarrassment!"

"I knew it! Your goal in life is to embarrass the heck out of us before we graduate!" Cain exclaimed, grabbing his sandwich and stuffing it in a bag before stuffing that bag in his backpack. "Come on Minato; before he starts talking about our youth again!" The wereteen was quick out the door, heading for the car he drove to school. Half the time they took the bus--because there were only two cars and both parents worked--but today Dad was only doing stuff from his laptop, so that car was free for driving to school. Cain carelessly tossed his bag into the back of the four-seater vehicle, unlocking the car so Minato could claim the passenger seat.

Their father only laughed, shaking his head. To be young again. He idely scratched at the small of his back, heading to the door behind his younger son and watching the two go. They'd grown up so fast. He dug in a bit deeper to really give the old scar something to stop feeling itchy with. Then again ... his own youth hadn't been the best. Not where he'd grown up. But at least the rest of the clan--most of their nearby neighbors--had the chance to see better for their children. And that was all they'd really wanted ... though it had come at a very great cost. He waved at the two boys, smiling as Cain started up the car. At least Minato was alive to live the life his parents had wanted for him ... the werewolf hoped, anyway. There was always the worry that a vampire might not get everything he needed, living with werewolves. But it was better than living with humans, who wouldn't understand, or other vampires who would throw mud on his parent's noble lives.

((>:3 Good idea! Hehehe))

Frederick smiled at his wife--others would say mate--and chuckled at her guess. "You hit the nail on the head dear. I don't know why they don't like them; they have nicknames much better than the ones we had as children." He put an arm around Katherine, slowly shutting the door as the car drove out of sight. The male sighed lightly. "We can't protect him forever. Either of them." He could usually guess his mate's moods pretty well. They had lived together a long time. "Come; lets make ourselves some breakfast," he suggested, turning and heading towards the kitchen. "I'll cook some bacon if you make you special sunny-side-up omelet," he chimed, trying to lighten the mood.

*

Cain concentrated on the road, slowly moving through the suburbs until they came to the faster main road. And from there, bee-lined to the high school they both attended. It was a good time of year; the leaves just beginning to change into their fall tints. The air crisp and tasty to breath. The werewolf always drove with open windows--unless the day was muggy and the car exhaust stank up the roadways more than usual--so he could smell the air as it passed, bringing information.

Minato's question brought him out of his mental and smelling concentration though. "Hm?" he thought a moment, glancing at the vampire a moment before chuckling, eyes wandering back to the road. "Well, like a piece of toasted bread, first of all. Secondly; a beach bum. With your blue eyes and sandy orange hair ... the only other thing you'd need would be a surf board," he chuckled, sometimes as teasing as his father. "You look good the way you are though. Your skin is what has half of the female population stuffing valentines cards into your locker on Singles Awareness Day," Cain added, using Valentine's alternate name because both he and Minato were single bachelors. "Besides ... if you get too much sun, you might turn to dust," the werewolf added the token vampire myth, grinning with a laugh. "Mom would skin me for that."

The drive wasn't long. At this point, Cain was carefully circling the parking lot for an open space, snatching a god spot close to the front.

The male smiled, and got to work himself, frying side-by-side with his wife. Yes ... this was the good life. Or, at least, everything he wanted. He teasingly bumped hips with Katherine as they both prepared their ends of the mutual breakfast, and helped dish out the grub before they sat down together.

*

Cain sighed, rolling his eyes a moment, finishing puling them in. "You never have told me who this 'one person' is." And everyone knew Cain had asked the vampire enough. "You'll really have to introduce me to them one day, so I can decide whether they're good enough for you or not." He was protective of his little brother. Not in the physical way; Cain knew Minato could floor most humans twice his size, and a lot of werewolves too. What Cain sometimes worried about was how sensitive his younger brother was. He knew that his little brother wasn't stupid; but anyone could be hurt when it came to matters of the heart.

It was nice to know Minato would make sure not to turn into a pile of dust though. Cain turned off the car, taking the keys with him as he opened up his door and grabbed his and his brother's bags from the back before locking the vehicle up. Cain tossed Minato's bag to him, and turned to walk with the other into the school. He paused though, seeing Minato's sad face. "Hey; why the long face?" He walked to the vampire, putting an arm around the other's shoulders in a casual, familiar way.

Frederick had felt Katherine growing more and more upset with ... something. But he'd learned to trust his wife's instincts. He wouldn't bother her about it, or try to understand exactly how she felt what she did, but he did do his best to cheer her up. Katherine had always done the same for him, no matter how bad things had looked. He sat down and ate next to his wife, smiling back at her. As they finished, he reached out and gently held her hand. A silent reassurance.

*

Cain sighed at the other's knowing smirk. Whenever this subject came up, Minato just seemed to have that look on his face that was playful. With the information given, Cain still didn't have an idea as to who the vampire liked. "How are they going to be ready? I never see you trying to woo anyone," the werewolf pointed out, then blinked, looking at Mint shrewdly. "... I hope you aren't stuck on something one-sided without even saying a word to the other person. You'll never get anywhere doing that." He gave what he thought to be good advice. Though, he did chuckle at his brother's 'cause' for depression.

"We'll both be fine. We have all our usual buddies. Besides ..." The werewolf looked to the side as they both walked up, seeing a new face. That didn't happen too often in this school ... especially since the 'new face' looked to be in their grade level. And a smoker. Cain was sure the lengthy young man stepping out of an old, beat-up car with a cigarette in his mouth was new because of the bright orange head of hair; no one would miss that. "... Look at the new meat. He's sure to draw the eyes away from you if he's in your classes," the werewolf pointed out as they entered the building. Soon they would have to split up.

The newcomer was held out, a dean demanded he put the cancer stick away and that smoking wasn't allowed on school grounds, but the red head didn't seem too interested in he lecture.

Frederick let his wife lean agaisnt him, and gently rapped an arm around her. "We'll weather it," he replied softly. "We always have. Things will probably change, one way or another ... and our sons are strong. They will weather it as well, however they choose to. We have to let them live their lives."

*

Cain tilted his head curiously. "Dense? Pleeease don't tell me you're going after a bodybuilder ... or a football player. You deserve someone who won't just beat you at arm-wrestling, Minato." The werewolf sighed, but understood. "Alright, alright ... but this is senior year. You won't have much longer before people go out to colleges and are out getting jobs. If you don't get something through soon, there won't be any more chances." But, not wanting his bro to be too down, the werewolf hooked the vamp in a noogy before releasing Minto and hopping away. "Talk to you at lunch, Minato! I'm off to P.E.!" he said in farewell. "Tell the new guy smoking's bad for him if you see him in your classes!"

The 'new guy' walked in a little later, without smoking at least, and had a map and class schedule in his hands. Clearly ... looking for his classroom in the unfamiliar halls. He still stank of smoke though.

Cain jogged to the gym locker room, tossing his back pack into his newly-assigned locker and quickly getting dressed in the gym clothes he'd stuffed into his pack a week ago, heading out with the rest of his class to the track. Today was an easy day; getting talked at, mostly. But also running/walking around the track. Most people were walking, chatting and such. Cain, however, ran. He wanted to burn off some of his usually-high energy, grinning at the thought of getting to hunt soon. Too bad he wasn't allowed to surprise-tackle anyone. Last time he'd done that, he'd gotten detention for a week and been grounded for a month. For now, running around the track and sweating was good enough for him.

'New guy' looked at Minato as he was hailed, blinking. "... Thanks," he said, shuffling the papers in his hands around a bit embarrassedly. It was never cool to be lost in a school. "I'm Zuran. I'm looking for ..." he looked back down at his class list. "... room 207; Literature class." Zuran looked oblivious to his own, smokey smell. But, then again ... smokers never did seem to be able to smell themselves.