#{ocludo}

          How many times has he called that sleeping log for him to wake up? At least an alarm could work for him, but another question is how many alarms does he have to setup for Naoto to open his eyes and work his ass downstairs for food. It’s the same routine like every week for him to work on and hoping the kid would do the initiative.

          “Oh I have an idea...” Ragna opened a cabinet full of tools and grabbed whatever that is available; a watering can. He has no actual memory of where did the item came from, but he was sure that this would work on Naoto, if not; he has to fill this with hot water which is not a good idea. Unless he wants to wake up the kid all flushed up in a hot watering can shower. Nevertheless, since calling him was not an option and doesn’t work all the time, he had filled the can with cold water. It’s harsh enough, but at least not worse than hot water he just boiled up for a cup of coffee. Ragna marched his way up to Naoto’s room, he didn’t have the time to knock. Being welcomed by a sleeping log with no care of time. “Oi.” Ragna still decided to call one more time before watering his face until Naoto decides to wake up before his bed gets soaked and have additional chore in drying them up.

          “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.

              “What do we have here?” the princess gracefully turned to face the stranger. A subtle smile appeared on Rachel’s lips at the sight of a young boy that seems to have been hiding so many secret at the kind of physique. Rachel folds her complacent. With an awful voice that seemed to pierce her ears at a displeasing manner, Rachel brushes the fibers of her hair behind her ear. Short chuckle escaped from those pale lips before speaking again. “A visitor perhaps?” the princess asked.

             Beads of sweat TRICKLED down on the female’s face as her heart throbbed in DESPAIR and a short notice of FEAR as her opponents seems to be STRONGER than her. Whatever they were, she is in match, but with the number of enemies, she stands NO chance. SOMEONE. Her mind whispers as she hope for SOMEONE to come to her aid. ANYONE. End this LOOPING mob of enemies, do ANYTHING with a blade. She pants heavily at the loss of strength. Fatigue slowly EATING her body from overusing her abilities just to SURVIVE this endless maze of monsters that seemed to have no exit.

             AFRAID. That’s what she’s starting to feel. A pinch of pain coursed through her body. NO. She can’t end up that way. Not yet. She was not yet in control. A bigger enemy stepped forward that it gave her chills. Huge enough to kill her, to be honest. The HEIGHTENED fear was there.