LIE OR DIE

“Saihara-chan...?” The supreme leader was genuinely confused for a moment, as he hadn’t expected Shuichi to give him his present first—though for that matter, he hadn’t even been entirely sure that he would get a present from the detective. He quickly recovered though, his look of confusion morphing into a wide, teasing grin. “Nishishi.~ There’s no need to be embarrassed, Saihara-chan! It’s pretty bold of you to get a present for a liar me. Not many people would dare to try to test their gift-giving ability against the tastes of an evil supreme leader.” 

“......................”

And with that, he snickered and repressed the urge to burst into full-on, breathless laughter. He wasn’t the one who had played the prank on the poor detective, but he would love to shake the hand of the person who did. He wasn’t going to explain the phrase directly, but perhaps he could offer Shuichi a hint. His expression quickly shifted from a grin into one of false shock and embarrassment, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. “S-Saihara-chan...! Y-You can’t just say something like that aloud! That’s something to be said in private!” 

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Kokichi would have been ashamed to admit that Shuichi’s gasp and cry of pain didn’t stop him in the slightest. At the time, he was too weak and too starved to pay attention to anything other than the warm blood filling his mouth and flowing down his throat. The detective’s cry normally would have deterred him from drinking entirely, or at least made him pause to check if it was really alright that he continue…but he’d done neither of those things. He just couldn’t help it in his current state—and in hindsight, he silently hoped that Shuichi would understand.

Whenever he felt Shuichi cling to him and just give in—well, to say he was shocked would have been an understatement. It was a new kind of freedom for the supreme leader; to know that he could be true to his nature, and yet the human he cared for so deeply wouldn’t push him away. In between gulps, he inhaled sharply through his nose in place of a gasp. He almost couldn’t believe the detective was so willing, so encouraging, giving him every indication that this was allowed and it was okay for him to keep drinking.

Even as he drank, he could feel himself falling more and more for the detective—almost as if he wasn’t already in love.

After he pulled back, his freshly crimson eyes remained locked on Shuichi, watching for any sign that the detective really was still conscious. Gradually, they faded back to their usual purple and met with pale gold, and relief quickly filled him. Shuichi was still awake, if only barely, from the way the other male was behaving. His classmate looked ready to pass out any minute, but as long as he was still conscious and actively breathing, it meant the vampire hadn’t drank too much yet—especially since Shuichi still seemed to have enough blood circulating in his cheeks to blush.

Kokichi’s grin widened, and he eased himself a little further away, releasing his grip on the detective’s shoulders to move over to Shuichi’s side instead. It was obvious to him that his classmate was in no condition to keep walking at the moment, and they still needed to move to someplace safer than a dark alleyway. One hand eased between the wall and Shuichi to rest between the other male’s shoulder blades, and his other hand slid up under the detective’s knees, his arm curving to provide support there as well.

—; ♔ Munday Meme Extraordinaire

⛄ - Do you have a favorite holiday? 

Not to sound cliché, but Christmas. I’m a sucker for all the pretty lights and Christmas music, plus the general atmosphere it tends to bring as a holiday and the (albeit slim because I live in the southeast US) possibility of snow. 

♫ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music, if no, why not? 

Sometimes? It depends on the thread/muse and how focused I already feel when sitting down to try to write. If I’m determined to get something done and focused, I don’t even think about listening to music, because then it’ll just distract me. If I’m not too focused but I wanna get in the mood to write, then I’ll listen to songs I like that I associate with my muse.

⚖ - Opinions on the fandom your muse belongs to? 

Ohhhhhhh boy. I was actually kind of uneasy about jumping into the DR fandom with my Ouma at first, because when I initially made the blog, there was some very unpleasant, divisive discourse going on. But since then it’s calmed down, and at least from what I’ve seen on my dash, many of the people in this fandom are quite nice and fun to talk to. It’s like any other fandom out there—there’s good and bad in it, and it has its ups and downs. I think it’s just more visible with DR for the simple fact of how popular it is. 

✼ - Do you think the character/characters you role play as reflect who you are? 

Honestly, yeah. That might not speak highly of me considering that I RP Ouma, and he’s a liar and one of those characters that most people either love to death or hate with a passion, but it’s true. I relate to every muse I have in some way, some more so than others. It varies from muse to muse, but I’m not too sure I could RP a character that I don’t relate to whatsoever. 

✵ - Are there any other fandoms you’d like to approach? 

Uhhhh....at the moment, not really. I haven’t discovered anything new that’s caught my interest yet, but if that happens, then maybe?

☰ - Fun random fact about the mun! 

—; ♔ Munday Meme Extraordinaire

♡ - OTP for your muse? 

—; ♔ Vampire Meme

Or send, “I…shouldn’t.” for this to be the opposite around; My muse is the vampire and your muse is the human offering.

“Saihara-chan… I’ll be fine! I’ll heal In no time, and besides, y-you don’t know what you’re doing...what you’re saying. You’re talking crazy, you know? I’m not really... I shouldn’t—”

Though he tried to fight his instincts, his eyes were drawn to the bare skin of the detective’s neck, locked on the pulse that pounded there. He could smell the blood that flowed just beneath the surface, and his fangs ached to sink in so that he could drink. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew he needed this, but he was also terrified. He hadn’t drank directly from a human in years, and the last time he’d done so…it hadn’t gone well for the other person. They had survived, but barely, and if he’d taken just a little more blood at the time, the outcome would have been far worse.

He didn’t want to hurt Shuichi. If something happened to his classmate, the person with whom he could feel himself falling in love, he would never forgive himself. That was the whole reason he was injured now, in fact. Being a detective was clearly a dangerous profession, because he was pretty sure someone with a criminal record wanted Shuichi out of the way—hence the handful of bullet holes that now littered the back of Kokichi’s shirt. He’d done the only thing he could think of at the first sign of danger and thrown himself in front of the other male, but now he was badly injured, bleeding out far more than he’d drank in the past week.

It was becoming harder and harder to stay focused and keep himself conscious, and he knew he had to do something to stay awake. It hurt to be sure; more than enough to cause the grimace of pain contorting his expression. The worst part, though, was that he didn’t feel he could afford to pass out now and leave Shuichi alone. His body wasn’t healing itself enough to stop the bleeding—his own fault, really, since he ate human food at school and typically drank the bare minimum of blood from the stolen stores he kept at DICE’s base. The rational, almost human side of him was fighting a losing battle with the predatorial instincts of his vampiric nature, and he ultimately caved.

With both of them now kneeling beside each other, it thankfully took minimal effort for him to move in closer, stretching up just a little to better reach the detective’s neck. Cool hands reached up to grip Shuichi’s shoulders for support, and he dipped his head down near the crook of the other male’s neck, lips hovering just above the skin. “If this hurts, I’m sorry...and that’s not a lie.” His voice was soft and hushed, with a genuine apologetic sweetness—he really meant it. 

The warning given, he opened his mouth and quickly sank his fangs into Shuichi’s neck, unable to stop the gasp of relief and pleasure that he made whenever fresh, warm blood began to flow into his mouth. For a moment, he lost himself to the carnal rush that overcame him, his eyes sliding shut as he started to drink. His strength quickly began to return, and his grip tightened, a dangerously low growl rumbling in the back of his throat. How had he not done this in so long? It felt so good—it felt right, a reminder that he wasn’t fighting his inhuman nature for a change. 

The metallic clink of the first bullet hitting the ground brought him back to his senses, and he remembered where he was—hidden in an alley with Shuichi, hopefully out of sight from any potential attackers. He’d been shot protecting the detective, and now his classmate knew for certain that all those ‘lies’ he intentionally spouted at school about him being a vampire were actually true. No one had believed him—until now, he supposed.

Silently praying that he hadn’t accidentally gotten carried away, he opened his eyes and slowly removed his fangs from the detective’s neck, carefully swiping his tongue over the bite mark clean up the blood around it. Sitting up straighter, he pulled back to look at Shuichi and licked his lips with a teasing grin, but kept his grip firm just to be safe. 

—; ♔ Christmas Asks!

Yuletide: The top 3 things in your life that make you the most happy?

—; ♔ Christmas Asks!

Winter: Name 3 people you would cuddle up with in front of a fire?

—; ♔ Christmas Asks!

Santa Claus: Who do you look up to most?