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Hatred is Holy [POT, vampire!au: Sanada, Yukimura, Atobe]
title: iii. hatred is holy
fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters: vamp!Sanada, vamp!Yukimura, vamp!Atobe
prompt: From
vacivity: Five ficlets, each focusing on a different characters, set in a Vampire!AU setting. You must feature Fuji, Tezuka, Echizen, Kikumaru, Atobe. Any others are up to you.
notes: Written a while back, archiving. Third of five. This one is possibly a little confusing as it is vague; I refuse to elaborate and make this into a proper universe. 212 Words.
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iii. hatred is holy
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"-and this one, this one is almost as old as we are!" Atobe laughs, dangling the trinket on it's chain between his fingers. Sanada watches it swing, his frown deepening with every repetition before his eyes.
"I don't care about your war spoils," Sanada says, pushing away the antiques on his side of the table in as restrained a manner as he can manage. A hollow cough echoes from the bedroom. "It isn't jewellery and art we need!"
"You haven't even heard the entirity of my story," Atobe says, shaking his head. "I already have a buyer for half these pretty little things. And half a dozen pretty little things in mind for him." He cocks his head towards the bedroom as he speaks.
"So go then," Sanada says. "Go get your money and your virgins and turn them into something that can be used."
"Don't get angry at me because you can't help him," Atobe says quietly as he gathers everything up into a sack. "Or because I can still laugh and have fun, and go out there. Nothing's stopping you; you're only hurting the both of you by not bringing meals back to him to share. Can't always rely on me."
"Is that a threat?"
Atobe does not answer.
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fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters: vamp!Sanada, vamp!Yukimura, vamp!Atobe
prompt: From
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notes: Written a while back, archiving. Third of five. This one is possibly a little confusing as it is vague; I refuse to elaborate and make this into a proper universe. 212 Words.
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"-and this one, this one is almost as old as we are!" Atobe laughs, dangling the trinket on it's chain between his fingers. Sanada watches it swing, his frown deepening with every repetition before his eyes.
"I don't care about your war spoils," Sanada says, pushing away the antiques on his side of the table in as restrained a manner as he can manage. A hollow cough echoes from the bedroom. "It isn't jewellery and art we need!"
"You haven't even heard the entirity of my story," Atobe says, shaking his head. "I already have a buyer for half these pretty little things. And half a dozen pretty little things in mind for him." He cocks his head towards the bedroom as he speaks.
"So go then," Sanada says. "Go get your money and your virgins and turn them into something that can be used."
"Don't get angry at me because you can't help him," Atobe says quietly as he gathers everything up into a sack. "Or because I can still laugh and have fun, and go out there. Nothing's stopping you; you're only hurting the both of you by not bringing meals back to him to share. Can't always rely on me."
"Is that a threat?"
Atobe does not answer.
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