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He really had no idea what affects the blood of a vampire had on humans. However, with the small amount he forced him to drink. There was no doubt in his mind it would cause any real change in him. Other than a possibility it could poison him or something else entirely. It took him only a moment to dash out the thoughts of waiting to see what affects. With swift movement the small tool was again in her hands. Instead of the last two times going in quick, slowly lowered the white-hot tool.

Now I remember why I don’t have any children of my own… I really, really do not like them after a certain period of time… Fucking hell. 

Despite the situation he had been forced into, the Doctor adopted an almost bored expression as he looked down at the metal sticking out from his rib cage, then up at the demonic little girl. The desire to give a sarcastic response to the child was strong. He felt more irritated than anything. He could still taste the blood from her slashed wrist… It made his stomach clench with nerves and caused nausea to lightly twist within its depths.

Jackal’s aim was purely on impulse. He knew Yagi planned something that would ruin their fun. She needed to concentrate and the pain will get in a way of that. Slowly pulled the small tool out of her side. Once the small tool was out, already her body healed at a fast rate. Instead of waiting for the tool to heat up. Right before he left, he made sure to strap the doctor’s arm back in place. He leisurely strolled until he found what he was looking for. A box of fine point thick needles and a knife.

Amon that held the doctor’s other arm in place, let’s go and picked up two needles. Jackal shook his head. As the needles right above the doctor.

“No, not now,” Jackal spoke the once again took the deep demonic voice. He took brisk steps towards his spot. Set the box of thick needles down and took several of them in the hand. Without mercy pierced his pressure points. He aim them right below the chest and near the rib cage. Amon also pierced the doctor’s pressure points on the other side.

Jackal took the knife and cut the wrist and held the slit wrist near the doctor’s mouth. Just a precaution he pinch his nose closed. It was only a matter of time.

For a second time that evening Toshio found himself unable to keep up with the other’s rapid motions. Of course, having his pressure points brutally stimulated without a single hint of remorse only served to create the barest of flickers of rage. Certainly not enough to make him struggle against the operation table straps. 

Even the strongest of men would snap with the correct amount of torment.  Ozaki was not one of those men. He would not snap; he refused too.  It would only give the demonic kid hovering above him a sense of sadistic empowerment. 

After a certain point of time, however, one learned to simply stop their futile struggling and accept their irreversible fate. This kid might manage to wound him but he sure as hell would not be killed. It was not a part of the plan for his life to be snuffed out by the Kirishiki’s--nor the Yuuki family’s adopted daughter. 

Similarly to Yuuki Natsuno, Toshio blatantly refused to die in Sotoba.  He would be the one to choose where he died; not the Risen or the sadistic entities residing within the subconscious of some brat. 

The digits pinching his nostrils shut were mildly surprising.  In fiction movies, it was commonly hinted at that when a Vampire opened their own veins and brought the bleeding wound to the mouth of a victim; it was their intention to make them into a fearsome creature of the night as well. 

The only question was whether or not Shiki could do that? He had no idea. There were many, many things Ozaki didn’t yet know about the Risen.

The metallic taste of blood was absolutely foul in the Doctor’s honest opinion. It tasted of old penny’s and scrap metal. Unfortunately, when there were fingers closing off your secondary breathing holes during the act of trying to force you to swallow a liquid... The only option was to swallow it. 

Well. That was something Ozaki had never expected to hear from a minor. Let alone Yuuki’s son. 

Internal suffering at the fact he’ll never have the Doctor in that way.

“You got really lucky with the Doc, didn’t you, Mrs Ozaki?”

Now free of his torment, Ozaki wanted nothing more than to barricade himself inside the Clinic and drown in his mortification. He couldn’t believe Kyoko had done that. 

It was the cruelest thing she had ever done. 

Words refused to come. Spitting them out in this situation was impossible.  It left a bitter taste on his tongue. 

Well. That was something Ozaki had never expected to hear from a minor. Let alone Yuuki’s son. 

“….”

“…!”

Dead silence followed the suddenness of his overexposure.  Ozaki had never felt so mortified before. 

Even so, a straight face was forced onto his visage to keep the unwanted emotions from surfacing.

Well. That was something Ozaki had never expected to hear from a minor. Let alone Yuuki’s son. 

“You really should listen to her. She’s making a lot of sense.”

Didn’t this kid have some other outlet for his sexual desires? Someone besides a married man with a wife who seemed to be perfectly willing to allow this to happen?

Well. That was something Ozaki had never expected to hear from a minor. Let alone Yuuki’s son. 

“It looks like I have the good wishes of your wife, Doctor. Can we go through with this now?”

This has to be considered sexual assault…

Now his only option was to stall as long as possible.  Ozaki really did not wish to bare himself to anyone but the sarcastic woman behind him. 

Well. That was something Ozaki had never expected to hear from a minor. Let alone Yuuki’s son. 

The locked on gaze of Natsuno failed to show the slightest bit of surrender- or humor. This wasn’t a joke, nor something he was taking lightly. Backing down was not a option either.

Finally, after a long moment of deliberation, did he look directly into those violet optics.