- Genre: romance/simple yaoi
Summary: Larva (from Vampire Princess Miyu) is somehow magically and accidentally transported to D's (from Vampire Hunter D) realm, and it seems that the two very different breeds of vampires have much in common.
Foreword: I own the video Vampire Hunter D, but there is much of his realm I do not understand. Also, I only have one Vampire Princess Miyu OAV, so there is tons I don't know about Larva. In other words, I improvised a great deal with this story, and many of the facts found here may or may not correspond with original character lines. That's why it's called "fan-fiction," people.
He rode silently through the vast, barren land. There were no houses or even trees for miles and miles in either direction, as far as the eye could see. There was nothing, but the tall grass for acres and acres, and this winding path of a road that seemed to go on forever, half forgotten and rarely used. Even his mechanical horse seemed to be depressed by the landscape, and his head, normally held high with pride and discipline, sagged a bit, as though his mechanical heart wept for this devistating scene about them. D's eternal companion (for better or worst) had shut up hours ago, making riding through this land all the more depressing. D did not know whether he enjoyed the peace and quiet, at last, or missed his companion's constant badgering. At least that might distract the man/vampire from his surroundings. D thought back to Doris and her brother. It seemed an eternity since his path parted him from them, though D's mental calandar told him it had been little over a month. A month is a long time to be alone... D thought. Not when compaired to the rest of his life. D had always lived this way, alone, and riding on to a destiny he could not guess. He had thought he had it all figured out, he would slay vampires his entire life, as simple as that. But D was discovering that life was not as black and white as that. D had expected to hunt vampires his entire life, he had not expected to outlive the race, and since defeating Count Magnus, word of D had spread fast through the preternatural kingdom. D had stumbled upon only one unlucky soul since the House of Lee had fallen. Most of the damned were fleeing from D's path, most were taking to secret refuges which so far, D had not been able to locate. If D could no longer hunt vampires, what was he to do? If I cannot be a vampire hunter, then what will I be?
Suddenly, D's mechanical horse reared and gave a startled cry. D looked up in time to see a bright flash of light appear in the road ahead, no more than 20 feet away, and 10 feet above the ground. The light flashed again, flickered, then held a steady pulse. Hand on sword, D watched on as something seemed to emerge from the light, to eclipse it partially, before being dropped heavily upon the ground. There was a sound like a sharp inhaling of breath, and the strange, eerie light blinked once and disappeared. D calmed his mount and eased him to face whatever had been deposited by the unnatural light. D coaxed the horse to walk steadily toward it. The horse reared again as they rounded a bend and the object came into view. D dismounted, calmed his horse, and held the reins as he turned to the thing that lay on the ground. It appeared to be human, or at least, it was human in form. It lay in a huddled pile, it's back to D, unmoving, unbreathing. No one could breath in that possition, anyhow. There was nothing to tie his ride's reins to, so D comanded the horse to stay and released it reins, as when he tried to pull the beast nearer the creature for a better look, the horse refused, stamping his feet and whinnying nervously. D crouched and walked closer to the creature, hand on the hilt of his sword. D moved around the creature, then pushed the toe of his boot against the creatures shoulder to turn him over. The man, for it was indeed male in sex, he wore only that which he had been born with and he was completely exposed to any who would look. Only three pair of eyes watch as he rolled onto his back like a corpse, but now D could get a better look at him. The man's skin coloration was very pale, but not more so than D's own skin. His hair was very strange as it seemed white at one angle, pale blue at another angle, and pale green at yet another. The strangeness of the mans hair came second only to his hands, which were like nothing D had ever seen. They were ghastly white, the nails of which incredibly long and as red as fresh spilt blood. But D's eyes were torn from these strange features back to the man's face. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and dirt smudge against one cheek as well as many other parts of the mans body where he hit the ground, he looked perfectly harmless. Had the man normal hands, D might have believed this creature was some srt of angel or other heavenly creature. Then it moved. It was so slight, if D had not been staring at the man so entently he might have missed it. The chest of the man rose and fell, ever so slightly with breath. Whatever it was, he was alive. D stood there a moment, half crouched above the man. His companion's voice startled him.
"What are you waiting for?"
"I've no reason to kill him, whatever he is."
"I didn't say kill him, I asked what are you waiting for?"
"What should I do with him?"
"Is he a vampire?"
"Not like any I know of."
"That solves it then. You are a vampire hunter, which means if this guy isn't a vampire, there's no need for you to kill him."
"Then what should I do?"
"Get back on your horse and continue riding."
"I can't just leave him out here, he'll die within minutes in this condition."
"D, your getting soft."
"Shut up." D had made up his mind though. He sheathed his sword, grabbed a blanket from his saddlebag, and wrapped it around the strangers body after tying his wrists together with the stongest rope D had.
"A precaution."
"Good choice."
D then picked up the stranger and placed him across the back of his horse. Careful not to knock the stranger off, D mounted, and rode on, mindful to keep on hand on the stranger unless he slip and fall off the horse. When night fell, D stopped, made a fire as best he could with some dry grass and a bit of firewood from the saddlebags. The fire would gaurd off the nighttime monsters that roamed the vast land, though D could not see how any creature could survive in this environment. In fact, other than the stranger dropping from the sky, D had seen no living (or dead) being for days. D placed the stranger on the groudn close to the fire, and settled down himself on the other side. D was wondering what to do with the stranger, and had been wondering for sometime, when he stirred on his bed of grass and blanket. He made some sort of raspy noise and moved as if in extreme discomfort. D stood and retrieved a water bottle from his bags. The stranger was still only half conscious, and D knelt beside him. D scooped up the man in one arm and held him upright as he placed the lip of the bottle to the strangers lips. At first, nothing happened.
"Drink," D instructed. The stranger obeyed, opening his dry mouth to allow the liquid in. At first he sputtered, but then he woke enough to control his body and swallow the fluid properly. After drinking a good bit, the stranger simply drifted off into sleep again. D left him to it, and settled down again to sleep across the fire from the stranger.
"Stay awake," he told his companion, looking to the face in his hand, "and wake me if he stirs."
"Aye, aye, sir," came the reply sarcastically. D then lay down and drifted into sleep as well.
"D! D! Wake up, Sleeping Beauty is moving!"
D jumped up, alert and awake. The sun hadn't even rose over the horizon, but her rays could be seen in the sky above. D looked to his newest companion slash prisioner as the man was trying to sit up as well. He had an expression of exhaustion, but startled into alertness and fear. His eyes met D's, and for a moment D was mesmerized, trying to determin their color. Like his hair, they seemed green one instant, and blue the next. The stranger then realized his wrists were bound and looked down to them as he pulled and tested his restraints. He then looked back to D, confused, scared, and angry.
"Just a precaution, I assure you. When I picked you up, I didn't know whether you were friend or foe."
The stranger looked to his restraints again and tugged some more at them, then he glanced around himself, and seemed confused by the scenery which met his eyes. Suddeny the stranger gasped and put his hands to his face, felt for something which wasn't there. Face still covered with his hands, the stranger looked about him for something lost, then looked to D through his strange fingers with a look that only could only have meant the man was severly confused, and did not know what had happened. D explained, out of simpathy for the beautiful man.
"You were dropped from the sky whilest I was riding along yesterday. There was a flash of light, some strange noices I cannot describe, and you were deposited nearly at my feet. I couldn't leave you there to die, so I bound you, wrapped you up, and brought you with me. You had nothing on you when you came through that 'portal,' or whatever it was, and nothing else was left behind when it vanished." When the stranger had had time to turn this around in his head, and he seemed satisfied, albeit sad, D continued. "Now I must know, who are you, do you understand what magic was performed out there to leave you here, and are you friend, or enemy?"
The stranger took his time in answering, and when he spoke, his voice was dreadfully quiet, but somehow soothing. "My name is Larva, and I mean you no harm."
"And of the second question? Do you know what happened out there?"
The stranger, Larva, shook his dirty maine of hair, his eyes cast to his lap, where his hands sooned followed suit. He seemed dreadfully sad, and D let down his gaurd a notch. "What are you?"
"I'm not from this world."
That was not nearly enough answer to satisfy D's curiosity, but that was all D got. No matter how much D questioned the man, Larva had fallen silent, and merely answered D's questions with a solumn shake of his head, and a wave of his strange white hand. When the sun was completely in view, D decided they had stayed long enough. He re-backed his saddle bags and prepared to leave, all the while Larva watched him with tranquill, sad eyes. When D was ready to go, he approached Larva. "Are you ready to go?"
Larva stared up at the man, then raised his bound wrists in a silent plea to be released. D shook his head. "All I have is your word that your not my enemy. I can't lay so much on the line on just a few words." D hated the crestfallen look Larva then gave him, but then he nodded, as if seeming to understand. "Can you stand?" Larva tried, and with D's help, they got him to his feet. The blanket nearly fell off of the slender man, but Larva caught it just in time to keep particular parts of himself covered. D took the blanket and fitted it around Larva again, appologising for not having a change of clothes for the man. D travelled light. D helped the thinner man to D's mechanical horse, and helped Larva mount it. Larva seemed as nervous being on the horse as the horse was to have him on it. D soothed both of them, telling Larva he was too weak to walk, and so D would walk beside them. D's assumption turned out to be accurate, and Larva fell asleep riding the horse, nearly falling off. D caught him, though, and helped the man straighten himself. After that, D walked with one hand on Larva's knee, to keep him from slipping off again.