#{ochia}

          “O-ya~?” his eyes opened in a tentative slit. Just as the usual day goes. Hazama observes his favorite pet and sees him wandering around like a dog he is to him, tracking his way out of the crowd. Oh how he loved toying around Ragna. He was not in the mood and yet the desire to play around with his pet is getting into him. Hazama is also bored at the office after all. The snake --COULD-- not stress enough how lame his work is. Perhaps this was a good day to play?

          Snakes always look around to look for their prey. As long as they are tasty that is. But... he can’t just sit around and wait for the day to end, yes? “This could get rough, but that’s the madness of entertainment~” leaving a trail of mumble, he followed Ragna as a first step of pissing him off. Although, he would like to go straight to the point, but why not?

               When you’re on a holiday off, all you need to do is take a deep relaxation, sleep forever and spend the rest of the day reading books anywhere you go in the house. However, Hazama had no motivation to grab a book, flip a page and read the lines that probably describes, if not his life, other people’s lives. For the sake of entertaining himself of course. With his significant other being tortured once more by his mere fetish of making the assassin cross-dress to any form of clothes, let alone the female uniform of the Praetorian Guards of the NOL had no escape from his hands. Hazama was there sitting on the bed, waiting for his goddamn breakfast to arrive. Actually his TWO breakfast. As if Hazama would let Ciel escape from being EATEN by his boyfriend.

              “I wonder what extra exercise I can make with Ciel...” he mumbled to himself. And considering BEDTIME an exercise is nowhere damn close to escape the infernal pain that Ciel would be enduring for who knows how long.

               “Vampires...” the male muffled under his pillow while scrolling down through the recent news. Hoax perhaps? The agent did not believe the recent news as he never saw one himself. After all, TO SEE IS TO BELIEVE. “The news are filled with bullshit today...” he added. Turning off his computer, Hazama decided to turn on the TV for some entertainment. Browsing channel after another, all he could see was the same news with different DAMN reporters exaggerating the whole thing. The male groaned in exasperation. Media, after all, is filled with RETARDED reports that are impossible to believe, and he was one of those who doesn’t get fooled by them. Unless, of course, he gets interested.

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.Send “&” for a LOVING text.

⊰ø⊱“I’m going to be late at home, love. Make sure you close the doors and windows so no one else barges in and touches you.” 

               “Ah~ what a breezy, fresh wind...” the agent stands at the bridge where his workplace was located. After capturing certain criminal that his manager had given to him, he’d finally taken a break. Betting off his life just to live and get paid with a certain acceptable amount. Of course, with benefits in case he got his ass kicked out by those wanted trash he needs to hunt.

              Everything seems so dejavu to him, however, he need not to care what he feels right now and what others think about this weird world filled with filth and greed. He just need to dump into those rock-headed people off to jail and eventually never care whether they rot in there and just get paid after capturing them.

              Upon reaching home, Hazama stared at himself before going in. Complete and totally dirty. How many times does he actually have to THROW all his uniform, yet the same thing he wears at his office? Opening the door, Hazama immediately removes his jacket and threw it away at the trash can. He’ll be throwing away the others once he get a changed of clothes. Passing by the living room, Hazama noticed Ciel sitting down on the couch, plainly doing NOTHING. Well, what’s a blind man supposed to do anyway? Probably the best thing would be just listening to music. The viper felt like Ciel didn’t moved an inch after leaving him for work. He could not bring Ciel this time at his office as he would be bothered by the employees coming in and out of his room.

              “I brought home the things you want me to buy...” Hazama dropped the soaked paper on the table.

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               “My, my~” Hazama was feeling good right now. Whatever happened to make them both get in this narrow space, cramped together by an unknown force, doesn’t concern him. Even if both of them are given the time to be close together, this was closer than the one’s they have been doing. “You’re cuter when you’re closer.”