The Boy Who Cried Vampire

Haruto Kugaya: Origin

"Kugaya! You scoundrel! Get the hell out here!"A hoarse voice yells from the door, frightening the little boy as he grabs onto his father's pants leg.

"Father? Who is that?"The little boy whimpers, gazing up at his motionless father.

"Oh! T-that's... probably just the old man down the road... you know how he is."His mouth twists into a wry smile.

"Hey, kiddo. How about we talk more regarding stories later, hm?"His father taking his hand, tenderly guiding him upstairs."Go to your room alright, Haruto?"He shows the little boy a grin making Haru feel with ease.

The brunette did understand the real reasoning for the smile smiles back. The hugest grin he could muster.

"REO!" If you don't come out" The banging increases becoming louder by the second. "Go." He motions, gracefully pushing his back towards the stairs. Instantly turning to face the front door as it bangs with more aggression.

Haruto bore one last look at his father not noticing the tears of father and obediently went upstairs, realizing the window down the hall. He rushes desperately towards it taking a glance; watching as villagers rounds in a group yelling harshly at his father.

"You bastard!" Thanks to your foolish antics, my cornfield isn't growing properly! How the hell am I going to sell if the damn fields aren't even growing, huh?!"The more elderly male yells furiously, pointing at Haruto's dad. The little boy wasn't really grasping the concept of why the old man was so angry.

I mean he couldn't just grow some more? The little boy thought to himself as he observes the situation unfolding more. An unknown feeling bubbling up inside him. Angry? Sadness?

No. It was merely the ill feeling of despair...

However, his father calmly laughs and even dared to apologize to the older and the rest of the villagers. "Sorry! I must have taken them out a little too early before they were even growing properly! I will accept the punishment and replant the entire field if that'll apologize for my grave mistakes." He bows feeling remorseful for the older's crops.

"Sorry ain't going to cut it, Kugaya! Reo... see here these villagers are also victims of your foolish pranks and we've all decided; we simply had enough."He smirks, "Either you leave this village or we'll have to permanently remove you." Soulless mellow eyes piercing straight into Reo's blues.

The little boy feeling with rage about to call out to the older before he could conclude to doing that. An ominous figure pushed down the older. Suddenly, a scream broke him from his trance; his eyes shot straight towards his father. Barely registering what his eyes were staring at. Drops of blood splashing onto the black silhouette.

"I vote for permanent execution." The dark figure grins, allegedly ripping his hand from Reo's abdomen, licking the blood away. Reo's blue eyes becoming lifeless as he fallen onto the ground, screams could be heard from the distance. The only one being incapable of hearing such screams was Haruto as he have fallen to the ground; darkness taking its toll on the little boy.

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An bright lush room waking the boy from the dreadful darkness; Beeping noises and the odd smell of cleaning agents.

"Father?" The little boy erroneously called, gripping the edge of the bed to sit properly. Realizing it wasn't his father but mother gazing at him; her eyes were red and seemed sleepless.

Why?

"HARUTO!" You're awake!"She embraces her son roughly as if her life depended on it.

"I-I thought... I lost you too... I'm so happy..."Her faint sobs being muffled though Haruto's shirt; her sobs turning into weeping pleas.

"Lost too?" The little boy broke the hug staring into her luscious browns.

"..."

She went mute for what seemed like hours before being capable of speaking once more. "Haruto... Listen to me, ok dear?"He nods shifting to a better position.

As the words came out of his mother's mouth everything became hard to hear. His bleary eyes feeling with unbearable emotions as he didn't want to accept.

He couldn't accept.

It was too much for the little boy to handle.

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There once was a boy who cried vampire that one faithful, bloody night. Where the moon shined fitfully like ruby. A scarlet night... but under that crimson moon laid a little boy who saw the truth.

The terrible truth of how his father died.