For Humanity

"You wanna be an example of that?"

Funnily enough, he wasn’t completely serious; when was he ever? Sound of his heel tapped on the ground, as if to poke fun over Armin’s words; which was exactly his intention— humans were extremely repulsive, perchance lacking notable figures; he wasn’t about to give those below him that needed attention.

"If I took ya, who’d even notice? There’s no one here, huh… I bet your screams wouldn’t last over a second. Now wouldn’t that be fun?"

Slight mock in his tone, he inched closer; narrowing his gaze, keeping it locked on the stick of pocky. Irritated, an emotion now proving to show, shoving a hand into his pocket; he wasn’t about to let the shorter leave, no way. Boredom was given, at least for Ayato’s sake; detesting those mocking words, was enough to make him feel pitiful.

A small smile lifted his lips, rather sad looking paired with the expression given away in his eyes. Who would notice...? Well, he could think of one person who he'd hoped would...and a couple others who'd notice, but not care much. It's just that ... in this state, he couldn't help but feel reckless either way. What was the point, after all!

"That's assuming I scream for you, isn't it?" was his OH SO CLEVER response (which he quietly felt proud of) that made his smile seem to be...counter mocking Ayato's voice. "How forward...You'd have to work for that."

And just as he was turning away--just as he wanted(?)--he was stopped by the voice. Twisting back around, he paused, sweeping those blue eyes up and down the figure of the other...perhaps to size him up in case he needed to escape. Did he want to escape? The immediate choice: yes! Now, for a smile.

Oh, silly kid, he isn’t going to repeat himself.

When the other attempts to brush away Raito’s hand, he takes hold of the blond’s hand lightly, “Tsk, tsk tsk! We are just getting started.” Please, Armin, don’t ruin the fun, “Did you think-“ he presses forward against the other, to back him against the wall, “-I’m going to let go just walk away? With a simple no thanks? Ahaha..! You’re a funny one, mmm~.. I like that.” The corners of his lips lift into a smirk. 

Then a small ‘tch’ leaves his mouth. He leans closer to the smooth skin of the blond’s neck, and takes in the aroma, “Ahh, what a pleasant smell…”

Just getting started? His mind asked the question, answered by the soft thud of his back to the wall. Eh? Eh??? Cerulean peeked up through strands of wayward hair to try and capture the green eyes of the taller man, curiously. Today had seemed like it would go so smoothly...

"I'm not really available for this type of--" Ah--was he listening? Where was his head going? What was--

Did. He. Just.

'Excites him?' Was he...-- the blonde kept his eyes turned up with his face hinting at crimson. Don't let your mind wander...!

God, why him? Why? Holy shit? This was not okay. This was not a thing that was okay and Eren may be very upset about it later. Not that him and Eren would even be together later for him to be upset haha? But oh well. Speaking OF the boyfriend/ex-boyfriend, there were quite a few reminders of his being there still stamped across the skin of Armin's neck. How embarrassing! Watch where you're licking, Raito.

“Y-yeah i was just trying to get back to my room…” the other boy was clearly nervous, so why would he pass up the opportunity to play with his food a little? 

“You seem….pretty interested in Teddy," he giggled softly, doing his best to maintain an innocent appearance even though it probably wasnt working. Oh well. He tried. "Teddy is interested in you too… He says you seem… sweet..”

Kanato inched a little closer to the blond and leaned his cheek against Teddy.

“Hmm? You think this person would make a good friend?…. Yes, I think so too… He’d fit in perfectly with the others, wouldn’t you agree?”

He looked back at the boy in front of him. “Hey, you. If you take me back to my room, I’ll give you something nice… But it’s a surprise, so I can’t tell you what it is until we get there. Okay?”

Either way, it only set him more on edge to have the boy begin speaking to the teddy bear and approaching him while doing so. Uh. Sweet? No thank you! He would much rather seem bitter and unappealing. "Oh, tell him I said thank you, then." He decided to reply, forcing a small smile to his features. 

"Fit in with the others...?"  Now that was a phrase he did not like hearing, especially not spoken to a stuffed animal about himself. His muscles tensed, eyes narrowing in. He couldn't tell if this kid was...a kid...? Or older than even he was. 

--Ah! Oh, gosh, now he was laughing! Laughter, laughter, an outburst of it from between the blonde's lips. Only for a moment--after which, he calmed just enough to make eye contact with the weird stranger again.

It was late, apparently so. Did he care? Hardly. Even the thought was amusing, again another laugh echoed from the vampire, causing an attempt to hold the side of his stomach, noting how pathetic humans happened to be. They were only useful for one thing, after all; otherwise they became annoyances.

"Trying to act like my mother, huh?"

About that.

"Dunno why that’d be a problem." 

Of course a Vampire couldn’t see the fault in a little killing. Blood for blood. If you’ve got it, work it. Step closer, gazing down at the other; small smirk played on his features, all for show.

"It wouldn't be a problem at all if you killed someone, really. In fact, why not attack the next person who walks down this hallway?" Another stick was pulled from the packaging, poised between his fingertips. "Wouldn't that be fun?" Not really, no. He was just..just. Saying things. You know how emotions get after certain upsetting things happen!

--Oop, looks like Mr. Ayato-sama was getting a little too close for comfort.

A school of mutual killing, huh? Run by a stuffed bear no less… If he wasn’t so put off by the idea of  being surrounded by a bunch of insects, he might have actually been fascinated with the idea. And, there was no way he was going to let any bear other than his dear Teddy tell him what to do, and with that sentiment, he held his precious friend a bit tighter.

“Don’t worry, you’re the only one I’ll ever listen to…” He whispered, offering Teddy some reassurance.  

“…Eh? You’re hungry?” Kanato replied to the bear softly, tilting his head. “Ah, so am I…” His stomach did indeed feel rather empty, and his memory was still hazy so he had no idea when he’d last fed.  Should he simply seek out some cake or other sweets?… No, the painful dryness in the back of his throat told him that this hunger would require a much finer delicacy. Plus this place was filled with meals; it was practically like being served an endless buffet. And he knew exactly how to go about attracting his prey…

Standing in the middle of a hallway, Kanato quickly summoned some tears, and released an agonized sob. He was aware of how pitiful he must look, and how no one would be able to resist helping such a helpless face. Sure enough, he heard footsteps approach him, and looked up at the stranger with watery eyes.

“E-excuse me… Could you please help me? I-I seem to have lost my way…”

Except no, dragging his eyes from the ceiling gave Armin a clear view of the boy standing in the center of the hall and wailing. He cringed, taking a step back to turn away with the immediate thought of 'Hell no, bitch, this go hard as hell, FLOCKA.' It was...the voice reaching his ears that made him hesitate. Welp, now that he'd been noticed, he couldn't just ditch off.

Though, he had a feeling this was all rehearsed, so he kept a distance.

Footsteps prowled the sudden scenery, the mentions of mutual killing had excited and enthralled him. It was new and exciting thoughts, who wouldn’t enjoy such a thing? For a vampire, it was different— death was only a notion, unrelevant, and when it happened?

Damned thrilling. 

Transparent as best, Ayato found himself patrolling the hall, claiming as if he owned the ground he walked on. Boredom crept over, needing to find something, or someone to entertain himself with, drained on his thought. Now that was the problem; finding someone worthy of such a thing, someone who thought they could entertain him for a distant amount of time. Stomach groaning, needing something to fill the void, with takoyaki on the mind.

Light steps heard, the first flowed to his ears; they weren’t of his own, why would they be? Darkness filled the surroundings, late at night, hallways deserted; awaiting in the darkness, before calling out—

"Oi,"

This time, he was interrupted not by a physical jerk and invasion of space--thankfully--but by a voice. Looking over, peering through the dark cover from the lack of lights, he noticed a head of red hair and recoiled, thinking it to be that OTHER redhead he'd run into. Upon closer inspection, however, he noted they were not the same...Hopefully this person wouldn't be as Weird as that other 

He approached, another stick of Pocky twirling through his fingers before the candied end was placed between his lips, cerulean gaze sizing the figure up.

"Mmm..."

Bite.

Chew.

Frown.

With relaxed steps, Raito walks out of the auditorium, and into a lone hallway. The letter, gently in between a light grip is suddenly crushed then tossed to the side. A satisfied smile is worn on his features, “So good, so good..!” He erupts into laughter, but stops after that, letting it settle down to a small giggle, “Twisting others’ hopes into despair. It’s so good! Aaah~…” He hums lowly, putting a hand over his chest; he takes a breath in, then out.

He relaxes, letting the arm drop to his side, mutual killing… He blinks, “Huh… I never thought I’d wake up in such a marvelous place. Is this a dream? No… It’s reality, ah…! How great~.” He finishes his sentence with a chuckle, “It’s beautiful, huh.” Being filled with such ecstatic images in his mind; he lets out a satisfied sigh.

Eh, were those footsteps?

Step. Step… Turning around the corner, Raito sees the poor victim, and snatches up one of their wrists in his grasp.

Months ago, Armin would have turned around and walked in the opposite direction to avoid contact with this sort of insanity, but now he simply continued on until the man behind the mystery made himself be known.

Right off the bat did he sense something odd in the way this particular person presented himself, eyes narrowing and lips pulling into a frown at the contact of hand to wrist in a hold. "Let go," was the immediately blurted response.

As the voice continued to soothe itself into his mind, he began to register just how disturbing what this man was saying was. Not to mention the intimidating physical contact and looming! God damn, not again. He really didn't need this again...but perhaps, if worse came to worst, he had been training lately...