#arctypemoon

“Come on... Chou Henshin!!”

   Nothing. 

   Yusuke Godai had been at this for a while, constantly striking that same pose he always did to help him focus when he changed colors. But right now, it seemed he could only turn into the white Kuuga. And no matter how many ‘Chou Henshins’ he chanted, or however many stances he took, he just couldn’t do it. No red, no azure, no green, not even the purple Kuuga. Nothing but the very color he started with when he put on the belt. 

Of all places, those shady alleyways wasn’t a place she expected to strike gold. Not that she’s complaining.

It made things way easier for her, pride be damned. Shinmyoumaru rolled out the alleyway on the hamster ball she found. Rolling like this was way easier than having to sneak around everywhere, not to mention that it was safer. Somewhat.

Not safe from people who weren’t looking at the floor at all times, though.

Losing access to her abilities made Sion no more than a normal human. And yet, she could still feel that nagging feeling in the back of her throat. That hunger. The need for blood.

In a cruel twist, the scientists had taken away the few positive aspects of her ongoing transformation into a Dead Apostle, and left her everything she loathed. 

As such, Sion only went out at night. The sun still did some damage, and she would use up less energy wandering around without the need for her body to fight the sun. All she did was walk. No need to exert more effort than necessary.

Rounding the corner was a park, not unlike the one in Misaki Town. It was there she noticed the figure, the moon acting as a backdrop for its walk. Sion stood straight, looking at the approaching person.

“Has anyone ever told you you had nice eyes?”

     ‘Nice’ wasn’t the word he’d normally use-- but they certainly were captivating, in a way. Wasn’t usual you saw someone with red eyes.

     And when you did see someone with red eyes... well.

     They usually weren’t exactly normal, now were they? And considering this woman seemed normal otherwise (at least comparatively, her outfit was much more normal than anything else he’s seen so far), he was curious.

     Were they real?

“Ye who hast entered my domain, creature of the night, still thy pace!” Kazuya spoke from a lamp post, trying very hard to balance on it and seem cool at the same time.

“Didst Thou believe they could escape my sight Vampire? Your kind is well known to I and my companion.”

For once he actually did have a companion and wasn’t making one up. Although the words were very much made up. He woulnd’t have been surprised if more than half of them hadn’t existed until seconds before. Regardless, though the display was completely serious, though embellished. He had made both amends and a contract with Kudlak since the incident, yet he was still not amazingly trusting of vampires. And although he was not yet summoned, the voice of Kresnik agreed they should take no chances.

      Juuzou had never met anyone else with red eyes-- save ghouls, but those hardly counted, with their ugly black scleras. This lady’s eyes were normal, not ghoul-like in the least.