A huge mess

" no need to pity him, he's not dead."

He got killed by KEEL, Natori lured him in their hideout, claiming they were vampire friends of Furin. Nagato believed him and followed him in there. Saw some humans subordinates of Keel getting bled to near death. Realised something was AWFULLY wrong, tried to appeal to Natori, got whacked and locked inside the building.

Lower ranks drained him to death slowly, multiple of them , he could feel himself die slowly and painfully, Lasombra's bite being a feeding of violence without consideration toward the one being fed upon ( if anything its struggles is entertainment to them )

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He made his way back to Keel's base, Nagato was terrified to get back there, back to them. But if he didn't there would be hell to pay. His hands burried deep in his pockets, free hand clenched so tight his own nails were digging red crescents against damaged skin.

He had the quota for this week, it was the only good thing he got going. The memory of what he had to do to make it made him want to hurl, disgust toward himself, a criminal the very thing he wanted to protect people from. A deep seated feeling of self hatred for what he had become, too weak to defend himself let alone anyone, so low he had ot steal from people he wished to protect. He was disgusting, unforgivable.

Natori was right, as a human Nagato is a failure.

He struggled to pull open the heavy door, it slided open barely enough for him to squeeze in, metallic whail an echo of his own despair as he went back into the jaws of death. He had no other choices, he was theirs.

Nagato instinctively flinched at the sight of the other members, gaze immediately lowered back to the ground as he readjusted his hood, trying his best to go by unnoticed. He had to get to one of the VIP's , hand over the money and leave as soon as possible, it was the only way he would survive today.

The nervious bottom feeder almost jumped when he felt a hand on his head, his head snapping to the side with a pathetic whimper knowing full well what was comming. " I_i got the money....so please don't beat me up !" The small dark haired boy pleaded desperately as he gave the cash to Kongo while practically crumbling from nerves alone.

The other's hand never left his hood, only to suddenly pull it away, Nagato flinched and closed his eyes, a panicked whimper as he expected Kongo's fist to collide with his body in any way anytime. But instead the vip's hand slithered through his hair, gesture too rough to be anything nice as the boy froze in shock and despair.

Kongo's words instead of a praise further added to his self loathing, twisting his guts as if they coiled around his throat. So now that he was a monster he was good for them. He knew it was a lie, that he had done nothing good, and Kongo didn't meant a single piece of these two words. Tears threatening the corner of his eyes as he bit so harshly onto his bottom lips it bled, he didn't want to give Kongo a reason to beat him.

So he took the praise, adding it into his self loathing.

Sometimes if he's bored he will pick some weaklings, pit them against each others, whoever stands last gets to be spared from a beating for the remainder of the week. Whoever falls first gets an increase in owed cash for being such a let down and a beating for the same reason

he's not a monster, he will let the poor lad recover a bit before whaling on him

kaji: okay but we're not even DATING :/ (sorry he had to LMAO)

Not the jealous type ( not emotionally involved enough in his partner )

but he IS possessive, and it shows, constantly keeping his partner close to him only when they're alone together. His hands gripping onto the other ( body, cloth, hair ) not letting go. Bite marks hard enough to draw blood and mark for days if not more.

he may bitch about it but he likes it when it gos the other way around