Mystic Tsukinami

“ This puts any collar to shame. ”

“You aren’t Adam… You are the viper that condemned him to Hell.”

Continuation from this scenario!

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Volker, give me back my shoes!

You'll need to be faster than that, then!

[ It's been a whole week since that incident, and things didn't change much. Although Yvonne multiplied the security across their property and such. Both Aimer and Convoitise seemed to be more alert and such, and August seems... Worried. Still, that didn't stop her from go on with her life, playing around and such.

While running up with Hela, Varick and Volker, she stopped on her tracks when she heard something. She slowly turned her head around and saw that one of Yvonne's wolves was trying to get her attention. She quickly turned her head to the others, raising her voice a little. ]

Guys, I'll be right back!

[ They didn't think much of it and said "OK", and Shoma walked behind the wolf, guiding her to a hola that, while not that deep, was impossible to get out because of how sloppy was. Shoma got closer along with the wolf, only to see Mystic giving up and with the wolf cubs playing with his remaining clothes, since the rest of them were teared to shreds. She hesitated for a moment since he didn't noticed her yet, but once again, she knew that he now knows better than to mess with her. ]

... I thought you found your way out a week ago.

[ She spoke loud and clear, and even the cubs stopped what they were doing to look up and, like Shoma used to call it, have "zoomies" when they saw her. ]

It was then that he looked up to find himself in a moderately large building, fancy and furnished in unnecessary details only a high-class home could afford.

“Oh, shit,” was the only thing he could utter.

He looked around, suddenly feeling on edge as he sensed the stillness of the place. Which his past experiences told him incredible trouble would be soon upon him.

He rampaged through his thoughts, in search of a believable excuse to offer to the property owner in regards to having been chasing a hell-born beast across their estate and crashing through the window.

Perhaps hightailing-it out of the vicinity was the winning alternative to his current circumstances, after all…

// @mino-diabolik

“…The hell was that?”

Loud shattering glass and the roars of a ferocious beast could be heard within the walls of his rather exquisite home as the eldest Mukami slammed his book shut in utter surprise. To hear such a boisterous commotion at this hour, deep in his concentration, had both frustrated and concerned Ruki as he quickly teleported to where the sound appeared to be emanating from: none other than the living room. Steel-blue eyes widened as Ruki saw the black curtains in tatters, shards of glass scattered across the carpet, and a beast with its skull bashed in. Not to mention the crimson stains of blood that redecorated the ornate wallpapers. Hands curling into fists, the Vampire took several reluctant steps forward to greet the intruder.

“Explain yourself at once. What could’ve brought you and that abomination here?!” Distraught, he glanced around at the destroyed furniture. “Honestly, I don’t even know where to begin. Clearly I can see that you put an end to that horrid beast’s life, yet at the same time, you’ve also trashed my estate. Right now, I don’t know whether to punish you or to thank you.”

Approaching the unknown boy, Ruki shot him a knowing look, eyes narrowing in disbelief.

“You… You have the same scent as those First Bloods. In any case, has that monster injured you? The least I can do to thank you would be to allow you to rest here for the night if you’ve sustained any serious harm.” A smirk curled on his lips as he thought of the most fitting punishment. “I’m Mukami Ruki. Once you’ve fully healed, I expect you to help me clean up the place in return for your clumsy handling of that lowly creature.”

Though he had no idea where he’d end up on or who this guy was, his ability to quickly pick up on his scent and connect the dots was oddly surprising. He was probably someone he shouldn’t pick a fight with if it wasn’t necessary.

The young demon crossed his arms, unbothered by staining his uniform any further, sided his hips and regarded Ruki for a few seconds longer. His offer was tempting, though dangerous considering he’d be sharing space with an unknown vampire for the night. He had lost a decent amount of blood through the brawl, so it’d take a while to gather his full strength once more.

“Mystic,” he finally spoke. His lips curved up into a wide grin, flashing his fangs at him. He sighed in a dramatic fashion, inciting pity as he exchanged the hostile expression off his face with exhaustion. “Oh, so sorry for the mess. Clumsily handling a hell-born creature as big as you is just so difficult, you know?”

Salvaging what he could of the knocked over picture frames, lamps, and other objects scattered across the floor, Ruki gradually put them back into place one by one as he spoke.

“Regardless, I suppose I’m in your debt for subduing the beast. Had it not been for your intervention, it would’ve made quick work of this place. I haven’t met very many bounty hunters during my time, but you certainly seem stronger than the usual bunch if you were able to crush that creature’s skull using your bare hands.” Surprisingly enough, Ruki showed the other a hesitant smile. “Color me impressed.”

Upon hearing Mystic’s suggestion, the Vampire let out a defeated sigh. Showing him to the bathroom was far from ideal as he would undoubtedly leave behind a trail of blood. The last thing Ruki wanted was to worsen the mess in his home.

“Hmm, you’re right.” Careful not to walk on any glass, he stepped outside the window Mystic had just broken in. It had practically been like another door given its impressive size. “Follow me. There’s a hose inside the greenhouse you can use.”

Hearing Ruki praise on his work, the poor demon could only look away to keep the embarrassment of becoming all flustered from those simple words. It was much more common for him to be criticized than complimented.

“I wouldn’t call myself an ‘expert,’ but I’ve worked on the field for a while. And skulls are the go-to way of getting things done quickly! Lotta demons travel up to the Human Realm in hopes to escapes their debts, so that’s when clients call up the boss lady and I get sent out,” Mystic explained. “This was more a side-gig, I guess. Some witch left a portal open and a stampede of these things found their way here.”

Mystic hadn’t actually been expecting to be sent out to wash, but whatever. Cleaning blood off floors was a difficult task. The boss would always punish him heavily if he dared to step in the castle if he were dripping blood. “If you are being chased or are about to drop dead, only then can you come inside in that state,” she would say.

With that in mine, he followed Ruki through the shattered window and stepped out without vocalizing any complaints. He looked around as they sauntered towards the greenhouse, immediately locking an eye on the growing veggies near their space. The plants were tall and spotless; the crop itself was unbelievably mouthwatering.

“Ohh,” he mumbled. “Ya got some impressive handiwork over there.”

Indeed, Yuma’s crops were bountiful and thriving. The garden just outside the Mukami manor was truly a sight to behold with its lush greenery and roses as crimson as the blood that had been shed that night. Blood that had been wasted.

“Quite so. My younger brother is very deft and meticulous when it comes to his vegetables,” Ruki chuckled a bit. “You could say it’s a hobby of his.”

After walking past fields of crops and flowers, they finally reached the greenhouse. The Vampire allowed Mystic to enter first. Planting pots of various sizes as well as other gardening tools were neatly organized along the walls leading up to a hose he could use to wash any debris off.

“Start with those filthy shoes first. We can’t have you trudging around leaving bloody tracks everywhere. Especially not in my house. The veranda is one thing, but carpets are another story.”

For a moment, his steel-blue eyes met Mystic’s mismatched ones. Perhaps it was something about how the moonlight struck him, or the way the blood adorned his clothing, but Mystic appeared oddly charming for a First Blood. He had his fair share of both female and male prey in the past, but not once had Ruki ever drank from a Founder. Needless to say, he was curious.

“Look, I may be grateful for what you have done, but that doesn’t mean I trust you.” He sat down in a nearby monobloc several feet away from the other, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair with his legs crossed. “Rinse yourself in here and let me know when you’re finished.”

He went quiet for a moment, gazing out far into the garden. A hobby, huh? Must be nice to have that much free time. There was a pause in his thoughts as he looked back over at Ruki, thoughtful. Brother? Younger brother?

The more he thought about, the more Mystic realized how much his personality resembled the “older sibling” figure at his own home. It really seemed as thought the heads of the family had a certain aura to them. He found it amusing.

As both entered the greenhouse, they were shadowed further. The various tools and aids for gardening neatly stacked up together gave a tidy air to the otherwise crowded space.

Mystic turned to offer a satirical response, but froze under the Vampire’s gaze. His smile slowly melted away and his only response was to make some distance between them.

He circled around Ruki and rushed to the hose he’d pointed to. Mystic reached out for the faucet and turned it to let the water run. He quickly gave a rinse to his shoes; blood trickled through the ground and into a drain nearby.

The Founder glared down at Ruki as he took a seat nearby. What the hell was there of any value to steal in this place? He was left to wonder how he’d get to rinse off without having to strip off. As his thoughts ran rampant, he rolled up the sleeves of his uniform’s undershirt and washed off the blood on his forearms.

He glanced back at the Vampire and sighed defeatedly. “Have it your way, man…”

Ruki did have a valid reason to remain—despite it being painfully obvious there were other thoughts in his mind—and Mystic wasn’t one to become easily flustered from something like this.

He shook off his jacket and tossed it over a table nearby, then turned his attention to his undershirt. He turned his back to Ruki in hopes to create a sense of privacy and peeled off the garment, discarding it to the side as well, then proceeded to scrub out the blood off his chest in a haste.

While the Founder had his back turned, Ruki took this opportunity to suddenly seize him by the waist, snaking an arm around him to hold him steady. Completely soaked with remnants of blood trailing down, he couldn’t care less about any water that might’ve gotten onto his hand. Muddy water with hints of red puddled near their feet before cascading down an inclined drain. The other hand snatched Mystic’s wrist, the one with the hose in his grip to deter the other from possibly spraying water as a futile means of defense. After all, they would both get drenched at this rate.

“There are other, perhaps more ideal, ways of repaying me for the ruckus you caused so late at night.”

Without warning, the Vampire tugged on the neckline of Mystic’s shirt and descended his fangs into his flesh, right into the crook of his shoulder. A sweet, metallic flavor filled his mouth and poured down his throat, much to Ruki’s satisfaction. Surely the First Blood would protest this surprise attack, but he found the other’s flushed cheeks oddly adorable. So much so that he just had to sink his fangs into him to test the quality of his blood.

“Mmn… Yes, this is a much more suitable punishment for you,” he spoke before lapping up the trickling red fluid with his tongue. “My, my. You were red to your ears earlier when I praised you, but this certainly takes the cake. I must admit it was fun to watch you try to cleanse yourself while clothed.”

For just a moment, Ruki withdrew his fangs from the other only to plunge them back in after lowering his shirt even further, exposing the full ball of his shoulder. Again, the two white stakes pierced themselves back in, creating a new pool of blood for the Vampire to relish in.

“This,” he said as he tugged on his shirt, “is nothing more than an obstacle. Don’t you know that you’re supposed to remove it before taking a bath?” He questioned with cold humor as he drained Mystic’s blood.

“Let’s see just how much you can withstand.”

He jerked forth in an attempt to shake the Vampire off, but the amount of blood he’d lost during the brawl with the hell beast was enough to weaken him beyond the normal. The wounds were gone, but his body hadn’t healed entirely just yet—meaning he was trapped with the equivalent strength of an average human.

Mystic rambled in a panic, “Wait, wait, wait! Let’s talk this… through—!?”

The closeness of Ruki’s breath along his shoulder blade made him shudder, but nothing compared to the pain that came with a pair of fangs sinking through his skin. He yelped, loosing grip on the hose and letting it fall at their feet, splashing the puddle forming underneath them.

Mystic reached out behind him, just enough to twist his finger into the Vampire’s hair at a weak attempt to draw him back. “Do—don’t…”

His face burned up, not only from the shame and pain, but also the inevitable rush of unnecessary deprived thoughts his mind created. He bit down on his bottom lip, grimacing. He could feel every mouthful of blood leave his veins with extreme detail and it drove mad.

The slight tug at his shirt startled him back to reality. His breathing was a mess and just imagining the state he was in was killing him. “You’re… outta your mind…”

Once Ruki got started with his prey, he refused to yield or stop midway through an enjoyable bloodsucking session, but this time was especially exciting. While having his scalp tugged at felt most annoying and even a bit painful, the Vampire remained unfazed and instead continued to carve into Mystic’s flesh even more harshly with his fangs, drawing the sweet life essence that oozed out with a sly smirk. The fine taste danced and tingled on his taste buds, easily distinguishable from that of any other prey Ruki had ever bitten into until now.

“Mm… Don’t resist me. Doing so will only warrant further punishment for you, so behave yourself. My, you certainly don’t taste bad at all… In fact, I’d say you taste exactly like what I’ve been craving for. Something about a Founder’s blood is strangely different, albeit in a satisfying way,” he snickered sadistically. “I like it.”

Deeply and enthusiastically, his fangs sank into Mystic as he let out a few pleased grunts and hums from the delightful taste of the other’s pool of crimson at his shoulder blade. The hand that secured his waist in place trailed upwards at a tantalizingly slow pace, almost as if deliberately trying to rile him up just to sweeten the taste filling his mouth and staining his lips red.

“Those are some good sounds you’re making there. Keep it up,” he encouraged. “Tell me… What do my fangs feel like? And more importantly…” he bit a new area of unblemished skin, “Is this your first time having your blood drained by a Vampire? Somehow the thought of that entices me even further.”

After deciding Mystic endured enough, Ruki loosened his grip around the Founder.

“With this, you should sleep like a baby tonight. Just hold on tight to me and I’ll lead you to your room.”

The grip Mystic had on Ruki’s hair loosened, shifting it into a pitifully weak final attempt to push the Vampire back. He threw his head back to rest it over Ruki’s shoulder, eyes closed with a grimace and his lips slightly parted while a few gasps and sighs unavoidably escaped him.

Ruki was off just by a bit. It wasn’t the first time a Vampire had feasted on his blood or relished on his body as a whole. It was a common tactic he’d apply to draw out and corner his targets. A Founder’s blood was a tempting substance for many creatures, specially those who fed off this vital fluid. It wasn’t even rare for either party to push to the very end. It all always led to a entertaining night for him, either way.

“Not quite,” Mystic breathed out. “Many others have wanted a taste, so I’ve allowed it.” He smiled, as if he were bragging.

He leaned back against Ruki, running the hand he’d previously use to tug at his hair along the side of his neck and under his jaw. His haze had begun talking for him. “That said… your fangs are not the worse I’ve had.”

The Founder flinched and gasped while Ruki’s hand explored further around his waist, very much enjoying the gratifying numbness his touch created on his body. He’d soon grown accustomed to the pain on the area of his shoulder and scapula. All that remained was an odd sense of bliss.

Once blood was no longer being drawn out of him, Mystic awoke from a half conscious stage, as if remembering his situation for the first time, and shoved himself away. He hadn’t stopped to consider his lack of strength and he stumbled forth, causing him to crash onto the ground, splashing right into the puddle that formed under them.

The water didn’t seem to bother him as much as he cared to move back. He spun to face the Vampire and rapidly crawled away, a hand over the puncture marks still bleeding on his collarbone. He desperately chanted a healing spell, his eyes never leaving the man before him. Shit, shit, shit! He’d really let himself get carried away!

Eventually, his path came to an abrupt end and he ran into a rack. Pots and a few plants clattered. He gasped and shrank back, fully expecting them to fall right on him. None did and he let out a shuddering sigh.

He snapped back to Ruki and barked, “Like hell I’m staying here!”

A sudden wave of possessiveness overcame Ruki after drinking such sweet ichor from the Founder. Something about it tasted so pungent, so divine, yet almost foreboding as if an impure Vampire shouldn’t indulge. Yet, despite this, he only found himself craving more. He wanted to wipe that smug smirk right off Mystic’s face and replace it with a more dazed expression, curiously enough. Those thoughts dissipated when the man backed into a bunch of pots that threatened to fall and shatter just like the window. Thankfully none of them did, but that didn’t deter Ruki from his pursuit.

“Oi, don’t run away from me now. There’s still a whole mess for us to clean come tomorrow morning,” his voice lowered as he approached Mystic with slow, heavy footsteps. “Heh, isn’t this ironic? The bounty hunter being hunted for once. Oh, what a thrill.” Ruki laughed sinisterly. “Crawl around like a mutt all you want, but you will not escape me. You’re not the only one who is skilled at backing their prey into a corner.”

Lifting the Founder by his shirt back onto his feet, Ruki glared right into the other’s mismatched eyes.

“Don’t think you have a say in the matter. In what corner of your small brain do you think you can escape this place unscathed and all by your lonesome? Not in your current state, anyway. Rest assured, it won’t be as bad as you think. Whether you like it or not, you’re to remain here for the time being.” His face neared Mystic’s. “Seeing you like this… You’re nothing more than cattle. Livestock branded by his master. With that defiant attitude, you should worry more about what’s going to happen next. Behave now and perhaps I’ll treat you more kindly.”

The Vampire grabbed him by the hand that had been covering the puncture marks near his collarbone, observing the bite marks he inflicted with hungry eyes.

“Ah, you look quite good in red. I’ll give you one final warning… Unless you’d like your shoulders to match and your blood to be drained until you collapse, you will do as I say.”

Meeting his eyes sent a shiver down his spine and felt dread build up from the pit of his gut. He swallowed hard, unable to hide the distress in his breathing.

“Mighty Satan, I’ve met some pesky creatures in my lifetime, but you’ve certainly moved up to the top three,” Mystic huffed, glowering. “I’m no fucking livestock, and you—scum of a Vampire—have no goddamn right to order me around!”

The Founder speedily reached behind him, snatching up one of the pots on the rack behind him, and swung side on the Vampire’s skull; clay shattered upon impact. He grimaced through the pain, finding the final remains of his strength to force Ruki’s hand away. He ducked his arm and rushed for the surface where he’d discarded his jacket and desperately searched through the pockets.

He normally wouldn’t use any weapons aside from times he got into a jam—it being personally created by the Founders’ princess herself. Which in this case, he’d really managed to get himself in a hell lot of trouble. Lord, if he just hadn’t accepted this job, that damn beast wouldn’t have ran rampant, and he wouldn’t be in this situation.

Mystic found the handle of his revolver at last and fumbled to snatch it out of the garment. He spun around and lifted up the weapon, realizing for the first time how bad he was shaking, unsure if it was because of how cold he was feeling or his anxiety had seriously peaked.

“I will blow out your tongue,” even his voice trembled despite all his efforts. “Give me as many warnings as you so please. I ain’t no one’s dog and I won’t be ‘behaving’ just to get you off.”

He couldn’t just run out of the greenhouse. At least, not in the state his body was left. A Vampire would certainly catch up to him. His thoughts ran rampant in search for a way out, growing increasingly agitated when no plan that could safely get him of this situation on his own came to mind.

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[ Shoma and her parents were on their way back home, she was holding a bag that, when she looked inside, had a lot of weird things; most of them were crystal jars with rare flowers, honey, salt, sugar, grass, and some other liquids. She didn't question it, though. She knew Yvonne had a weird business with being a witch. She looked behind her to see Yvonne and August for a moment, looking for some other things. She was allowed to wonder around but not that far... After all, there's a lot she still needed to learn.

She stopped on her tracks when she heard something familiar, though. She around, but didn't see anything that was the voice talking. She looked up, on a tree, and her eyes shine a little bit when she noticed a head with dark hair. She knew who it was, and it's been like three months since she saw him. Without missing a beat, she quickly ran up to him with a smile, not really noticing Yvonne and August following her behind in confusion. She noticed that he was looking the other way once she was sure it was him, so without making a lot of noise, she made a ball with the ticket paper and threw it at his head, smiling at his reaction. ]

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your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone

your muse’s name in mine’s phone

Master

Plain and simple. It was actually just a joke, but Ruki saw it once and Mystic hasn’t had the balls to change it.

your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone

Puppeteer — MAX

how often our muses text

Not all that often, really. Mystic is at the Mukami Household quite a lot, so there isn’t much for them to talk about through text afterwards. I have a hunch that Ruki prefers to to call, though, so cue Mystic’s soul leaping off his body every time he sees the caller’s name.

what our muses normally text about

The few times that they do text, it is mostly Mystic announcing (not asking) he’ll be dropping by, which often earns him a rather passive-aggressive response but never gets turned away.

Mystic is already pretty bold as is, but his filter often slips behind the protection of the screen. No need to say more—

Once, he used a reference of a book and Ruki caught it, which Mystic thought was really cool. So, in the middle of a normal conversation, Mystic will try doing this to see if he will realize. Which in most cases, Ruki does pick up on it.

our muses’ last few texts

[Disclaimer: Some chapters within this story will include explicit or triggering content that may not be suitable for some readers.]

GENERAL PROLOGUE

DARK

Prologue

Dark 01 | Dark 02 | Dark 03 | Dark 04 | Dark 05 | Dark 06 | Dark 07 | Dark 08 | Dark 09 | Dark 10

Epilogue

MANIAC

Prologue

Maniac 01 | Maniac 02 | Maniac 03 | Maniac 04 | Maniac 05 | Maniac 06 | Maniac 07 | Maniac 08 | Maniac 09 | Maniac 10

Epilogue

ECSTASY

Prologue

Ecstasy 01 | Ecstasy 02 | Ecstasy 03 | Ecstasy 04 | Ecstasy 05 | Ecstasy 06 | Ecstasy 07 | Ecstasy 08 | Ecstasy 09 | Ecstasy 10

Epilogue

VAMPIRE END

MANSERVANT END

BRUTE END

HEAVEN

[ Dark Epilogue ]

[ Dark 10 ]

[ Dark 09 ]

[ Dark 08 ]