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The metallic stench filling up Qiran's lungs was far too familiar to be confused for else: blood.

Not theirs, but oh - how they wished It was.

How they wished they weren't on the cold, rough ground, deep into Nadaka's silent, dark forest, clinging to their loved one's now red-stained body, rocking him back and fourth, tears falling on Shou's face, just like drops of rain.

An huge wound that originated from the right side of his neck to his abdomen was threatening to paint the ground red. His breathing worsened as the seconds went on, whereas his heartbeat began to slow down.

The moonlight did not touch the pair, almost as though it wanted to keep them hidden.

Neither of them could talk: one barely holding It togheter, the other closer to Mors's touch. Not even Nephele herself could bestow him protection, after all, what protection could she give for him? A surviving offspring of both a demon and an human, an union unprecedented yet deplorable?

No matter whether they'd invoke her name, she wouldn't have replied to their prayers. Not now, not ever.

Qiran knew they had to act fast, as they couldn't allow panic to swallow them even more, making them shake and weep further. They knew they had to go somewhere - anywhere else, but they couldn't leave his lover in those conditions either.

When their eyes met his, realising how their loved one was falling both in and out of conciousness,as he battled quietly for his life, they knew what they had to do.

Qiran gently raised the man's head, as they came even closer to their lover. After a moment of hesitation, they leaned their other arm over to Shou's mouth.

"SHOU -!"

They panicked, as their breath increased and so did their heartbeat.

"- Listen to me! Demons need blood, right?!? You do as well, don't you!?"

Qiran soon followed with a pause.

"Then if so - just...please...?"

They begged, as they leaned their arm even closer.

They could see a glimpse of pure fear through Shou's widened eyes, however, when he tried to talk, to avoid the inevitable, he could not. A mouth open, without any sound.

The only thing coming from his mouth was a faint, quiet panting, soon accompaigned by the sound of drops hitting the ground.

He had just begun to cry. He couldn't do it.

Qiran quietly hushed them, as they slowly started to caress his face. Shou had tried to keep his eyes shut and pretend not listen to his partner's proposal, to no avail. His head was quickly brought back up, however their arm was far closer than It was before.

He opened his eyes, staring at theirs once more.

Shou knew that he would have never forgived himself if he were to die in their arms, and leave them alone to sob until they physically could. Qiran gave him an encouraging nod, their eyes trying not to pour as they waited for an answer.

After gathering up enough courage, he opened his mouth, a pair of long, sharp canines emerging as soon as Shou's mouth made contact with Qiran's arm. His heartbeat was now increasing with every moment passing.

Then, he bit It, his eyes closing altogheter.

He sunk his teeth into their sweaty flesh, trying not to cut too deep, as he needed blood to flow from the fresh bite. However, as soon as he gulped a few drops from the bite, he felt like he had just gained another life.

The adrenaline rush made him thrust in even more, as with every gulp a part of his wound healed. He was in a state of bliss, up until he opened his eyes, and soon noticed how Qiran's head faced the other way, as they trembled, writhing in pain.

Shou stopped, realising how much he gave in. The sharp, shooting pain was the only thing occupying their mind, as they felt their energies fading more and more as they felt their blood pouring. They swear It had reached their hand for how much they were losing.

He slowly raised his head, his canines abbandoning the flesh he had just damaged. His wound had pratically healed itself, disappearing altogheter. He gasped for air, almost as though he had been underwater for quite a bit of time.

Shou was now sitting, slowly getting used to his sorroundings. Yet, the same couldn't be said for Qiran. Their wound was pouring as much if not more than his, as they felt weaker and weaker.

Neither had something to treat it, or to wrap it in. However, that's when Shou noticed just how long his own robes were, followed by a quick -

- Slash.

He had just torn off part of his sleeve with his nails, as he was fast to wrap it around the biting point.

No exchange of words was needed. The silence around them almost seemed reassuring, peaceful, even.

"We cannot stay here."

That's how Shou broke the silence, as his voice sounded much more like a whisper, with an hint of worry and agitation.

"Before anyone else gets hurt - we have to go."

He paused, looking up to Qiran. They had closed their eyes, and had let their body fall upon Shou's. He immidately reacted, making sure they wouldn't fall on the ground, holding them by the sides of their torso.

Soon though, that transformed into an embrace. The two silently held onto eachother.

"Oh, darling...

How shall I ever repay you?"

He did not expect an answer, but he was given one.

"You did - you already did.

I would not trade this moment,

this memory,

for as long as I'm alive."

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He'd volountarily gotten It, pretty punctually at that. The others, as far as they were aware, knew he was out for buisness, but they couldn't Imagine just what was awaiting them.

Moor wore a pretty formal suit, borrowed from Victor's closet, followed by a curlier hairstyle, in an High ponytail. Despite the location, It seemed to be pretty luxurious. Lights were shining in all directions, as though a festivity was happening.

The place had been a local, which from afar, seemed pretty full. Although, that was further from the thruth.

Upon entering, he'd been flashed with even more lights, and am extremely crowded place. Many if not all looked drunk, and it's smell was one of the most putrid.

Looking around him, he tried making his way upon the swirled stairs, but hardly so. As he struggled getting by, he felt as though something, or someone, had took his hand. Before Moor could react, he got on it's first step.

Despite the crowded room,nobody seemed to care about those stairs, which was perhaps for the best.

As he turned around, he made his way up, and up, until he arrived at a room, with its door slightly open. Hesitating for a few seconds, he walked further, knowing full well what would be once entered.

Who It should've been.

As he carefully moved the door, he felt this others rooms light, now golden, almost embracing him. Finnaly, as It finnaly opened, he heard an unfortunatly familiar voice.

"Took you long enough, huh?

He couldn't look at them in the eyes, ashamed of what he was going to do.

"I didn't just put my best dress for nothing! Have the courtesy of at least glancing at It."

After a sigh, he looked foward, his eyes meeting the ones of the other person.

"Geez, it's been a while.. yet, you didn't change, right fish boy?"

Moor felt a great gut feeling of leaving everything behind, and fleeing as soon as he could. But instead, he walked right into the room. As the local seemed, the room was filled with ornaments, one of the most impressing things he'd seen since he was freed. But, those were just appereances.

"shit where are my manners- But alas, welcome back, old friend."

Moor wouldn't exactly say old friend, moreso someone he got a debt with. All of this confidence seemed too suspicious, but he didn't want to call It out.

"Please, do take a seat." The man said, as he gave a little grin. Could you even call them a man?

Nevertheless, he had sat down, just in front of Neptune. On the little oval, glass table, there were two glasses, pretty full. The colour made It seem like champagne, but there was little to celebrate there.

"Oh, feel free to -"

"-I'll pass, thank you."

That didn't stop the taller man from leaning over, taking one of the two glasses

"Not the type for alchol?"

"No I- uh - don't...really like It?"

"Shame."

That said, Neptune took some sips, not wanting to get moor into a more uncomfortable position than he already was. With the drink on his other hand, they looked back over him.

"So, you may be wondering what you're doing here, right?"

After a quick moment of realization, It struck him. Moor's gaze changed, as from one of regret, to one of fear.

"...It's about the others, isn't It?"

Neptune quietly chuckled, as they put the drink on the table.

"Correct. At least, It Is partial-"

"I'm not giving them over! You -"

"For FUCK's sake can you let me finish?!?"

Taken aback, Moor jumped at the sudden shift in tone, but quickly put himself back up. Neptune sighed, .

"If you had let me finish, you'd known I was going to say "partially". This Is still between you, and me."

"Then...what Is It?"

"We both know we can't come up with a compromise, because of our positions. But, I do think we could try, as long as we never speak about It."

"What could either of us gain anyways?! You're speaking madness!"

He heard another chuckle, though he couldn't read Neptune's expression.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Not even the safety of your friends Is that important?"

Moor stopped, as though he became a statue. He got too quickly what they were speaking about.

"Wh- what were y-you g-"

"Oh, don't be that shaken up! After all, you've seen me in the open sea."

The more they talked, the more that conversation was going downhill. But he couldn't do anything about It. Nobody could.

"Al-alright, what's the plan?"

"Awh, I knew I could count on you!"

In less than seconds, he picked the same glass up again, moving It as if Neptune was congradulating. Which thecnically, he was. Shortly after, they put It down again, now searching behind his chair, for something.

"It seems unlikely, but we do share a few common enemies. Though, I'd like you to look at one of those bastards. - found It!"

As he leaned over, he shared a document file with Moor.

" 'Alessandro Verre.." I think I've seen that name. Somewhere, in the database."

"Charged with murder, abusing co-workes, sexual harrasment and assault, gambling, breach of peace, currently running away from getting a sentence. You pick your poison, really."

As Moor browsed through the pages, he still couldn't get why he was targeting him in particular. There were several, even worse than him.

"Let's say, I have some 'unfinished' buisness, y'know?"

As he closed It, he looked at them, making eye contact.

"Alright, but what are we supposed to do?"

While the man talked, Neptune had gotten up, walking around, in no particular way. When he finished, they were right next to the window.

"Well, if you hypotetically got your hands off of that case, and that man suddently vanishing, with no traces, forgotten, wouldn't that be beneficial?"

"Just say you want to kill him without consequences."

"Spot on!"

Moor hesitated to ask, but couldn't help It.

"Couldn't you... Y'know, use that thing?"

Unlike the other two times, Neptune was downright laughing, almost histerically.

"You make me cackle! Do you think such filth, unsatisfactiory shell of a twisted man deserves a quick and painless ending?"

Moor probably figured what he meant, and decided not to go further. There was a reason he'd mentioned those charges, after all.

"Anyways, in extange, you get your friends safety, under my name. While I can't garantee It'll remain if they fight me, I can make It happen. Let them mind their own buisness."

Moor brushed his hair, his hand on his forehead, as though he was taking an exam.

"So, is It a deal?"

Moor was surprised when just a few centimeters away from him, Neptune's hand was leaning over. Looking up, he found them smiling, though not maliciously. Reluctantly, he lent his hand further, shaking It.

"Deal."

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The faint moonlight had already touched the men's bodies. Yet, that didn't seem to allarm them. It'd been some time since they've had much time togheter, and understandably, wanted to spend It all to it's fullest. Though, until then nothing special had happened.

Sure, they were togheter and loved eachother's company, but other than that, they didn't look to be much physically closer. Which was a thought that had already entered Kayn's mind, worrying that he might've done something wrong.

Deep down, he knew that he wasn't to blame, but felt a gut feeling just beneath him.

As he was laying in bed, brushing his hair in order to not get them too messy, he'd glanced on his left side.

Apart from a pile of stuff they'd have to yet figure out where to put, he was almost suprised to see Ruri, sitting on the nearest chair, proceeding to brush off a little fox's fur.

It hadn't been to much since Fedus had entered their lives, and even if in the beginning and still now they had a tense relationship, they'd grown to be pretty fond of eachother. Especially during the night, as he was the most active.

Kayn hadn't notice yet but, a grin had formed on his face, and the bigger It was the more he looked at them. He didn't realize how much time had passed, only being interrupted by that same voice.

"Are you alright, dear?"

Only now he'd step back in reality. Kayn decided to lift himself up, using walls as a tool. He tried not to yawn, just knowing It was probably later than usual.

"Ah, don't worry, don't worry. I'll be alright."

As soon as he finished, he moved himself closer, now onto the edge of their bed. Fedus was right into Ruri's arms, or at the very least, onto his legs.

Even he didn't know for how long he'd sat there. Kayn decided to stroke a little bit of the fox's fur, noticing the grin on her sleepy face. She'd long been asleep.

"She looks so...peaceful"

"Sure, when she sleeps."

Ruri's remark made him holding back his laughter, because he knew It was true. Some of her actions wouldn't,, be as quiet. Though now, he focused his attention onto something else. Since now his fiancee was far more visible, Kayn noticed how many nods were onto his hair.

Which looked strange, especially since he'd gone out. Though he had to keep in mind just how long It was, and how easly they could've formed.

When Ruri noticed his look, he first mumbled, before getting the right words.

"It'll be fixed tomorrow. I don't have a reason to do it now, It'd be wasted time"

He siently nodded. Even if he wanted to continue the conversation, Kayn didn't know what else to add. He loved hearing his voice, much more so when he'd have to tone It down during the night.

His whispers oddly reassured him, and how his pale, soft skin brightened under the moonlight only amplified it. Though he was mesmerized by his beauty, he was aware of how much he was capable of.

Yet, he didn't feel at risk. Not like he'd felt on the past.

He stood up, moving his attention to Fedus.

"Maybe we y'know, should put her on her pillow. She's sleeping anyways."

"Mhm, good point."

And just like that, the couple slowly moved the little animal, back where she should've been. It was fairly wide, so, she didn't need much else. When they'd finish, Kayn immidiately felt something cold on his cheek.

He almost jumped on his place, until he'd glanced over and saw It was actually his lover's hand.

Though, Kayn was very close onto saying some rather unpleasent stuff.

"I'm extremely sorry, I should've asked for your permission."

There was a fairly brief pause, in which Ruri had stroked hair away from his face.

"Though, you just feel... stranger than usual. Really, Is there anything wrong?"

"Hm? Ah, it's uhh, what's that's again,,, just a little tired, that's all."

Kayn hadn't realized that he got even closer, pratically now being face to face.

"If that's true, then go rest."

"I just, y'know, didn't want to ruin the night - specially when you're around."

He didn't look back at him, fearing that he'd just said the most unsensed sentence, just like that.

"Then, what would you wish to do? The night's not in ruin, so there's no reason to be worried."

"Well, uhm.,,,"

Thruth was, he didn't know what to do either. He franatically looked around him, with the only option for them both to lay down,even for a bit.

Though reluctant, Kayn pointed at It, trying not to make eye contact, as It'd be even worse. And like at first, he was laying, his head barely on a pillow. He didn't do much, facing himself on Ruri's opposite side.

But just as he thought the night was done, and didn't end on such a good note, he felt something, slowly making its way to embrace him.

It wasn't rocket science to realize that It was his lover who was doing so. Though, he was already glad that he didn't put his hands on his bare neck.

Then, he moved his hand above, playfully stroking his hair

"It's... it's so soft."

Though taken aback, Kayn didn't complain. In fact, he quite enjoyed it. It continued for some minutes, before turning back to their old position.

"Don't feel as though you ruined this. If anything, I had fun. I felt good."

Kayn turned around, kind of in confusion.

"As long as we're togheter, that's what matters. At least, that's my wish."

He wouldn't have admitted It, but that struck him more than It should. He normally didn't say much, and was unexpected. Nevertheless, Kayn smiled. Without a second thought, also joined into the hug. He couldn't see Ruri's face, but he knew he was content.

"Goodnight, darling."

Those were the last words he heard, before swiftly falling into unconciousness. He swore he'd said a 'Night' back, but Kayn wasn't sure. Though, he'd never felt that peaceful in some time. And It was okay, just like that.

Treasuring eachother was enough.

Though It was late, he just couldn't fall asleep.

But nor could his lover, so, they were both stuck. They recently returned from a date, and while pleasing, made them exhausted. Kayn had already laid down on their bed, half asleep-half staring at the ceiling.

Though, It didn't take long for his attention to suddently shift, as a door's thud fully woke him.

He tried to get in a sitting position, now glancing foward. It wasn't a surprise when he saw his lover, Ruri, just casually undressing.

Even if he was used to It, he couldn't help but, sort of admiring him. He was wearing a scarlet, laced lingerie, and some gloves with the same colour. He already wore those so, Kayn figured he just forgot to take them off.

Ruri was standing up, opening their wardrobe to get off his clothing. Though, something did spark his interest. Or a thought, per se.

While they were close, they never did anything that intimate, if not what, hugging? But, he knew he wanted to go a little further than that. As his lover was quick to turn around, Kayn just looked at him. And, on one part especially.

He didn't know if It was for curiosity or not, but,, he wanted to know if Ruri's chest felt as soft as It looked. Maybe It was the lingerie making It seem like a pillow while instead It was hard as rock, but he knew he had to try.

Or ask at the very least.

He waited, as his man sat, just nearby. After gathering enough courage, and slowly feeling as though he was about to become a tomato, he murmured.

"Love?"

He said, as Ruri was quick to turn around, his crimson eyes almost staring at him. He let a confused uhm sound, but nothing else.

After the initial embarassment, Kayn tried to speak back, but couldn't get any word out. He knew he had to act quick, otherwise it'd end more akward than before. Giving up, he gestured, hoping for the best.

After another few, and few,,, and few tries, Ruri grasped what he was trying to say.

"Oh."

After hesitating for a second, he leaned foward, his body being a few centimeters away from his darling's. Kayn was taken aback, but before he could react, he felt Ruri's hand embracing his.

He gently raised It, resting It on his chest.

"Your hand Is...warm."

Still surprised, he couldn't say no, now could he? While It felt cold, Is also felt comforting, as though something safe. The lingerie was delicate, as he slowly moved his hand. Not much after, Ruri leaned even more foward, resting his head on Kayn's chest.

Stunned, he didn't realize he almost immidiately fell back in his laying position, with his lover on top of him. His hand didn't move but, he felt even more protected.

Ruri's face was glancing on his right, looking outside their window, yet his head still resting on Kayn's cleavage. He couldn't help but use his other hand to brush his lover's hair, slowly, but carefully.

It felt as though It was silk, and mesmerizing under bright lights.

Focusing his attention back on his chest, he could feel his heartbeat. While It wasn't such a big detail, Kayn felt,, more connected.

As if the men were emotionally tied togheter, meant to be togheter, at least now.

He smiled, even if he knew Ruri couldn't see him. After all they'd gone through, this was extremely rewarding.

He heard his lover softly mumbling, though couldn't hear what he said. What he could get, was that he was probably exhausted too. He tried to get his hand off his lover's chest, worrying he May have overdone It.

But, immidiately after, It was caught again, and put gently back on It.

"It's okay, please, continue."

It was all he heard for the rest of the night.

Kayn didn't want to make him uncomfortable, seeing if anything changed or he just got off of him.

And so, he waited. And waited. But he just didn't seem to want to get off.

Maybe he seriously didn't want to, or maybe he was too tired to move too.

Who knows.

Thing Is, he chose to stay, just in the position he was in. Feeling his warmth, the closeness, everything. Kayn sighed, brushing Ruri's hair one more time.

When he was done, his other hand still rested on his chest, he softly spoke, not waiting for a responce.

"Buonanotte, tesoro."*

* Goodnight, darling. (Though tesoro litteraly means treasure; so It'd be goodnight, treasure.)

He didn't know what he was thinking about. The soft chanting of birds was the thing, bringing Kayn back to reality. Despite that, he recognized he was in a bed, comfortable enough to wish to stay in that position for way longer. He was at peace. Which wasn't as common, considering how heavy his assigments got overtime.

And yet, he was glad to be where he was now.

All the friends he's made, enemies - his lover, everything was precious to him. Trying to open his eyes more, he tried to figure out where his pet, Fedus was. He'd only recently got them, and despite the new enviroment, they got comfortable with It.

A sigh of relief when he saw them sleeping, just over a pile of clothes on a chair. It wasn't casual: both him and his lover tried to make a bed for them, having that as a temporary thing. The fox didn't argue much, rather, they were delighted by It. Only they could've imagined what life was for them before they'd enter their dorm.

Suddently, he'd heard a little buzz on his night table. Kayn figured It wasn't as important, and let It go off. He was too focused onto keeping that specific pose to stay in bed for a while longer. He knew he'd have a long day ahead anyways.

Suddently, Kayn could've felt something slightly and yet gently touching his shoulder.

It took him a while to process what was happening and, quite frankly almost jumped on his seat. It was only when he'd seen those unmistakeable, snow hair he'd realized he did that for nothing.

"Ah, you've just woken up, didn't you?"

As the man spoke, Kayn tried to at least get into a sitting position. Plus, the other man was about to sit, just besides him. It took him a while before replying, just to make sure he wouldn't misuse words.

"Yeah...did I miss much, Ruri? I don't remember a thing.."

He tried not to hold too much eye contact either, not out of disgust but ti not stare too much at those crimson, mesmerized eyes. He did pay attention to his lips though, who portrayed a faint smile. It was usual when they were alone, so he didn't ask much. They both tried to keep It down, not wanting to disturb the nearby fox's slumber.

"Not at all. However, you fell asleep pretty soon...I could've guessed you were stressed. "

"It's alright, a little pause Is good."

He stopped, as he waved his hear to see clearer. Even if he was now almost out of the blankets, he could still feel that warmth by solely looking at Ruri. He couldn't help but smile back, moving his hand further.

"You seem very happy. Really, did something happen?"

He couldn't help but chuckle. Mabye more out of akwardness but, It didn't make the conversation any more bad.

"Nothing just...seeing you awake made my day better."

He paused, as he also slowly moved the tips of his fingers to Kayn's hand.

"I'm glad you're here."

As he pronounced those words, he could feel Kayn's warm hand embrace, not doing anything to resist It. He remembered that a few time back he would've easly avoided It, out of fear or not knowing of what would happen next. And yet, this felt nostalgic. Something even the lowliest being could've wished for.

"I feel the same way. I'm at ease everytime I'm near you."

He took a brief pause, breathing in and out.

"I trust you."

As he finished his sentence, he got closer, and fully embraced the man's body into an hug. Even from his part, It was unexpected. Yet, he again didn't complain. He was happy, just like that. Genuine happyness. It took for him some time to back the hug, but was worth in the end.

"I've been blessed with you in my life..."

Ruri said,as he slowly put his right hand on the man's head, as if to pat him. He considered the act but, opted not to. He didn't want to accidentaly ruin such a moment between them.

"I'll spend It, making sure your efforts won't go in vain."

After a bit, he pulled his body out of the hug. They were now face to face, but not in a negative way. He softly pulled his hand from Kayn's back, onto his face. It was just onto his cheek, as if to hold It like a plushie. Without realizing, he'd made the other man blush. Not by much, but still enough to be felt.

"Your smile is delightiful."

"And so Is your touch."

It took a moment for words to be spoken again. In all of this, they didn't even realize that they got pretty close face- face.

"Thank you. For everything."

Kayn chuckled, not maliciously rather than happly.

"I could say the same. I love you."

The silence in the room was unbearable. And yet, so many things were happening at once. Qiran stared blankly, as they proceeded to pick another bandage, from the little pile neatby. They couldn't remember for how long they've stayed there, trying to help a fare larger man in the same room.

He was crouching, trying not to hit his head against the ceiling, and as such making himself small. Needless to say, It was near impossibile for the conditions Shou was in. If he could've, he would've returned normal, as a human, taking care of wounds far easier.

Thus, he wouldn't have endured many other pains that came with staying in that Snake form for way too long. Unfortunatly, the greater loss of blood denied that wish completely. It was allarming, even for someone like him.

After brief instances, It was the smaller peer finnaly speaking.

"Ya...still bleeding, ya sure you're breathin correctly?"

They said, as they put yet another bandage on the old one. It easly sucked on blood. It took some seconds before Qiran could get a reply.

"I am."

They stared back at him, who was now looking away. They initially thought It was out of arrogance, but on a greater look, the expression of regret was painted on the snake man's face, just like a lasy piece from his creator.

They wanted to offer help, but opted to still take care of his wounds. Since bandages wouldn't work, Qiran took stricter methods. Thankfully, they'd brought some hydrogen peroxide with them, in case of an emergency.

The time they climbed a little on the man's body, so they could reach his arm better, they could feel him slither away after the first drop. On the second one, a full flintch. They knew It could've hurt much, but It had to be done.

To make Shou stay put, they had to use much strenght, while still making sure It doesn't do a mess. After a while, Qiran noticed a glimpse of Shou's face. As soon as they saw him visibly in pain, they stopped.

After a good 10 seconds, they began again.

"...ya should've told me to stop, I don bite, y'know?"

"It was bereable."

"Didn't look like It."

They said, as they'd now made eye contact with those sharp, emerald eyes. They were much bigger, and that freaked them out for a slight second, but soon adjusted to It.

"I...It wasn't worthy to be talked about."

As soon as Shou finished, he didn't have time to realize how much their expression changed.

"What. Did you just say."

Without too much hesitation, they were both face to face, with Qiran being dangerously close to the teeth right below them. If they didn't find the right Valance, they could've slipped into his mouth-stomach, and only the lord knows what would've happened next. The finger poke from their part wqs enough to bring him into reality.

"Wasn't worthy to be talked about?? WASN'T WORTHY?? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN. IT'S NOT A MATTER OF WORTH, IT'S A MATTER WITH YOU??"

Shou was quick to look at him back,listening to their words

"Forgive me, I wasn't thinking well-"

"Then why did ya say that in the first place?? This ain't a competition, noone's better than other so, why were ya saying you somehow were lesser?? It just doesn't make sense, yanno."

"I've always been told this. I thought this was the thruth, I apologise."

"Why are ya keep sayin sorry?? i-"

"BECAUSE IT'S THE ONLY THING I CAN DO."

Qiran was taken by surprise by the sudden shift of voice, and got startled.

"WHO'S FAULT WaS TO GET WOUNDS??WHOS FAULT WAS DECIDING TO GO THERE WITH A SHITTY PLAN??WHOS FAULT WAS TO PUNISH THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY WERE REGARDED AS A PAIN FOR MOST OF THEIR ENTIRE LIFE AND MADE FUN OF WHEN THEY TRIED TO TALK ABOUT THAT??"

Only then, Shou had realize what he'd done. He now saw their face looking from afar, preparring for the worst. He wanted to reach them and reassure Qiran better, but couldn't.

No matter how much he'd try, he could just worsen the situation more. He was close on hiding his filthy face and hoping they'd get away for how bad he'd screwed. And he did just that, faintly speaking afterwards.

"I...i didn't mean.-"

"..Hey, listen it's- it's enough, okay?"

Qiran's words weren't as rough, and rather had a softer tone. He didn't hear them approaching slowly, as Shou would've just hidden. He felt their hand on part of his lower arm, being able to reach only that.

"Ya overwhelmed yourself and now ya need rest, you're gonna be fine for the rest of the night and, tomorrow? Ya gonna turn normal! Guaranteed."

As Qiran was about to talk again, they were stopped by the touch of one of Shou's short claws. And thus, found the strenght to look at them again.

"You've done enough. Take a break."

"I know, I know."

For Sparkling, It was yet another day. Thecnically speaking, but as the sun fell, he still felt pretty excited. Even if his usual costumers did come during the day, they sure weren't as enteratraining as what awaited him at night.

And most importantly, listening to whichever situation he got himself in. It was pleasing enough. In the meanwhile, as his last day regulars were leaving the tavern, he now focused onto cleaning the nearest glasses that were left. He looked up to the clock.

Almost 1 am.

He should've waited a while longer for Vampire to actually show up. Was he getting worried? Why was he? Scratch that, It wasn't going to be his main problem. He heard the door's bell rang, as from the entrace, there awaited Vampire, . He had an usual little smile, and seemingly already drunk. He grinned back. He got an odd sence of warmth he never really experienced around other regulars. He got back on his bar desk, as if he just appeared there.

"The usual Bloody Mary?"

Vampire startled a bit, as he was going to sit on the nearest spot. He dizzly looked back on Sparkling, who had an unexplainable gaze.

"Ah yes....the usual...please."

As the light, glossy haired man waited for an answer, his concerns grew greater. It wasn't such a shock seeing Vampire drunk, or pretty dizzy even. If anything, it was the regular basis. But, even then, It was so odd. Nevetheless, he brought the drink Vampire asked for, and gently put It right in front of him. Vampire hummed in pleasure, and started drinking just after a few seconds. He whispered a little thank you, too. This however, did not stop his concerns.

"Is something wrong? You're more drownsy than the usual...are you sure you've slept well? Mabye you should come during the day?"

Vampire tilted his head over, with a confused and yet somehow drained expression.

"Mhm? Oh nono... I'm more of an night owl anyways... I enjoy staying here. At this hour... isn't It pleasing?"

Sparkling let out a sigh, now putting away some other near glasses. He didn't want to make this a lot messier than usual. Though, his worries didn't stop. Why was he caring that much? The reason however didn't matter. He wanted answers.

"I enjoy this, too, but...have you taken your medications? Al told me you had those. She left behind some of It, in case It was needed."

"Mhm...perhaps one. Just one. The rest can await."

Sparkling did as told, and as he entered into his wine/beer reserve, he took Alchemist's cookie package. He could've still read the little message on It. "If my big brother Is in trouble or seems too tired, give him these!! It'll make It better. Don't ask questions."

He slowly and yet carefully opened it. There were little containers, which did smell peculiar, to say the least. He took a little vial, which had an allarming tone of red. It looked a little too familiar. Sparkling slightly opened It, and as he smelled, he could've felt falling out of disgust.

It was blood. Real blood. Hopefully, not from a cookie. He was almost going full on panick. Why did Vampire need such a thing?!?! Was this the medication?? For what?? He had to calm down. Otherwise, if he did much more noise It would allarm Vampire, and he didn't want such a thing. Could he even trust him?? What was he?

No other thoughts.

Calm down Sparkling. If he had bad intentions, wouldn't he already done that? He didn't want to ruin anything, so he reluctantly held It, and tried to look as most nonchalance as he could.

Vampire didn't notice his glance, as he was more focused on the vail.

He took It, as if he was a little kid, on Halloween, reciving their favourite sweet. As he sipped for a bit, he started noticing Sparkling's expression.

"I...thank you, again. I needed this...if only I would've drank It at home...I apologise for the inconvenience. Though, Is something wrong? Your excitment...seems to have faded. More than before."

Sparkling gave the crimson man a little, sympathetic grin. He didn't want to hurt anything between them, so he rather had to lie.

"Everything's fine. Just, also more sleepy than usual!!"

Vampire looked at his "medicine" yet again. There was something on his mind, but even Sparkling didn't know what. Which Is even stranger, considering Vampire Is an open book for everyone! He isn't the person to be such enigmatic to read. He tried to brush It off, now cleaning some other objects from dust, to not further raise tension.

"You...knew this was blood, didn't you?"

He almost jumped, hearing that voice yet again. Sparkling knew he could've not ran away from that. Was It too obvious? Probably, considering he got caught. He turned around, with a guilt stare. Even the brightest of people didn't know how to approach this. Vampire softly sighed. As he gasped for air. His lavander eyes were now fixated on him.

"You're a bartender. You're used to know which smells are which...and this Is a big, strong smell...You're not as naive as you'd make me belive...you must be confused. Then...shall we raise the other, a question?"

Sparkling was still, for the longest time. He even gulped, not so sure why. It wasn't as if Vampire was gonna eat him, so why was he so scared? Why couldn't he trust his most trusted client and friend? He tried to compose himself.

"What...what are you?"

Vampire stared for a moment. But, It was normal after all. That probably shocked Sparkling. so being clearer could've helped. Though, even if he told him the thruth, he didn't want Sparkling to leave him. Either out of disgust or fear. But, he seemed genuine enough. It was time anyways.

"I'm a vampire. Livin' up to my name...the so called 'medications' are my daily doses of blood...or grape juice? Can't remember...but even then, I take those to be in control. To prevent my bloodlust striking...It did slip up at times, but I've done my best preventing It. I'm not here to hurt...I just want rest. And my favourite drinks."

He expected that by now. He wasn't as shocked as with the Blood thing. Of course he didn't show up during the day for that reason! How come he was so blind?? He wasn't resenting him. Even if that would mean he'd be considered a 'monster'. He was just, now hoping this wouldn't come out to anyone else. Or he'd be in a lot of trouble.

"Alright, It...will take a while adjusting to this, but hey, I can't leave my buddy alone!"

Buddy wasn't such a strong word, too. He probably shouldn't have used that.

"Though...I also have a question."

Vampire said, as he took a break between phrases.

"If you knew... I was most certanly not normal, why did you still help me?"

Sparkling glanced, while now thinking. Other than breaking the atmosphere...he didn't have much reasons to help him. He could've said that he didn't find them, or directly calling authorities. Was there another feeling? Mabye, that was the reason he was so worried? Was It that warmth he always felt? That welcoming aurea he had?

"I...fully don't know, too. I just wanted to help you, like those feelings you can't really explain? Mabye impulsivity, mabye affection, or something even more. I ju-"

Sparkling couldn't finish his sentence, and instead got surprised by Vampire's sudden pat on his shoulder. He now realized he didn't see him standing up.

"It's...more than enough. Thank you. Now...I must go. Don't wanna upset Al more."

Sparkling now finnaly could grin. He was feeling that again. That warm, welcoming thing. He wasn't sure why, but the moment he saw Vampire off the tavern, was the moment everything suddently turned freezing.

Such a reveal should've seemed devastating...and yet, he didn't change much of an opinion. Id anything, he was more glad he was trusted that much, for Vampire to spill everything out.

He could've felt his eyes being fearful, waiting for his responce on whether he knew It was blood or not. He seemed ready for the worst. Sparkling could only think of what he may have endured being...like that. He went up to the door, reversed the sign on top of It from "Open!" to "Closed!".

He turned the lights off.

Waiting for him to show up yet again.

He couldn't remember much, as he slept through sweet unconciousness. Alchemist was probably trying to speak, reaching out for him, but the voice was muffled, and he couldn't understand who was who at one point. Would've he died? For how much would he stay that way? Was time passing? He didn't know the answer either. After several tries, he could feel something on his skin. A little beam of light, that was touching his left cheek. That was enough to bring his body back to work.

He slowly started to open his eyes. His hands had bandages over them, probably because of the earlier fight he had to endure. Everything else was covered in a light blanket, not too warm. He was in his room, he could've guessed that by the shape of the window, which reminded him of an egg, because of the oval shape. It would've been the next day, hopefully. Sparkling didn't make much of a deal being woken up like that, considering what has happened. He got really lucky. What would've happened if he didn't manage to close the door in time? God, did he feel awful about It.

He looked around him, not noticing anything. Not even a letter, or something written by Al. Strange.

He looked at the clock.

18:46.

He stayed unconcious for a very long time. He probably worried many cookies, including Herb. Oh did Sparkling owe him an explenation. He tried get up, using his arms at that. As he was sitting, he noticed a little of bleeding, coming from the bandages. He underestimated it's pain, probably because of the status of fear he was in. He managed to put something to hide most of the injuries, so It wouldn't be so obvious.

Sparkling went downstairs, as the bar was strangely clean. Mostly, he could've still recognized the wooden stick Vampire broke in his face just as near, and a chair was still knocked out. He decided to come back in, digiting Alchemist's number.

He waited, as the telephone silently rang. Sparkling waited, as the telephone was finnaly picked up.

"...Alchemist? Are you available?"

He heard a muffled voice, sounding pretty tired. Wait, since when Al slept during the day? Oh no. Wasn't he ready for a convo with him now.

"Mhm.? Who Is this...?Wait, Sparkly?"

Vampire's voice seemed to crack a bit, especially in his last word. He couldn't have imagined the guilt he might've had, and even then, It was rather akward. Mabye for both. Sparkling started nervously chuckling, because he didn't know what else to do.

"He- hey hey! Sooo...Alchemist isn't there? Where Is she? Did I interrupt your sleep?"

He repeatedly started asking questions, hoping at least he would get one of them right. Vampire stayed silent for a bit, waiting for him to finish. He mumbled something, but couldn't understand what.

"... Al's out for science stuff, I guess. She didn't tell me much either, and no, you didn't interrupt me...I can't sleep. I'd like to, but can't..."

Now THIS was concerning. Vampire?? Not being able to sleep?? He sounded so haunted too. For someone so relaxed, It was awful seeing them in such conditions. For how much did he stay up? All those time, as he was asleep? He definetly didn't want to think about It. Sparkling sighed. He wasn't done, at all, but this whole situation was just too tiring to be held from waking up like that.

"Hey...if it's about yesterday, it's completely fine! I'm not mad at you, that wasn't your fault...I should've been more careful, too, that's all. It'll be better next time!"

He didn't hear much afterwards. Yet again, muffled sounds. He could understand very little, and It wasn't helping with the akwardness that was getting out.

"I understand your concerns...but denying It is not going to help...I still caused pain. Whether you like It, or not. Your...palms are more than enough to confirm such thing..."

He could feel Vampire still craking his voice at parts. Sparkling hated hearing that. He didn't know why either, Vamp was still telling the thruth. If It wasn't for a damn blood vail, everything wouldn't have happened.

"You're right. Do...you have any idea of what happened to Herb?"

Vampire didn't mutter. He just, sighed, as if he was just defeated.

"He was...so concerned. I don't remember much... He saw you on the floor. He was trembling...Al told him It was alchol...but we both knew. You should visit him...his eyes were so... frightened..."

"I will. I'll put on something, I owe him a drink or two, after this. You... try to sleep. I still need my best client, or who's gonna drink my Bloody Mary reserves?"

Sparkling immidiately cut him off. It wasn't out of maliciousness, he just...loated that tone. If he were there, he would've given him some pats. An hug even. This was bad enough on it's own. He could hear Vampire's little crackle, as he finished speaking.

"You're right... I'll drink something. I'll be back in a day... can't wait to enjoy a sweet, delightful drink again...have a lovely day off, too."

Sparkling couldn't add much. Vamp already closed the call. After a brief moment, he decided to digit Herb's number. He didn't mean to leave him hanging, for so long even. It rang, for a very short while.

"Sparkling?? Are you okay?!?!? Alchemist said you fell because of work and alchol...you knew you didn't have to work yourself so much!! You allarmed me..."

Sparkling stayed silent for a bit, not knowing how to reply. It was nice to hear from Herb again. It was like a sigh of relif...

"I'm really sorry! I... shouldn't have kicked you out so suddently too... it's hard to explain, I hope you'll understand...Is It fine if I could come over? I need some time."

He could've hear Herb's sigh.

"You don't have to worry, I'm just..glad you're fine. Unfortunatly, you can't come here. I got some orders very...such bad luck. I'll come visit you tonight!! I should end by the end of the day."

Sparkling scratched a bit his hair. It was really messy ,to some degrees he wasn't used to. He needed to take care for a bit. Putting some newer clothes, washing his face, combing his hair, everything. He chuckled in the end.

"I'll wait for you, then. I'll be sure to bring my best beer for this! No service, though."

This time around, he was the one closing the call. It was enough proof for Herb that everything was fine. Sparkling finnaly walked out of the storage, now searching for a place to find peace in. He sat on the couch, for at least 10 very long minutes. He wasn't too hungry nor thirsthy either, so he didn't do much about it. He drank some water sure, but didn't do much else. There was little for him to do then. No open tavern, no clients, no Vampire or Herb around. He was, alone.

Until, he heard the phone's ringtone, yet again. He quickly got back in, now holding a little towel he used.

"Hello?"

"It's...me again. I just remembered Herb was out today... would you like to come? Here? I've already drunk. I'm...I understand if you'll decline. I can't...fall asleep either."

Sparkling thought about that. Vampire genuenly wanted company, and even then they were both alone and bored. Mabye It could've helped both of them. Mabye they could've felt safier with the other. Wait, why safier? Safier from what?? Nevermind that, he still had to reply.

"I'd...love to. I'll stay there for a bit, though. Herb is going to visit me, but I can stay there for some hours. Well then, I'll see you there."

He was still...unsure. On what would've happened next. It was his property anyways, It was far safier from his bloodlust attacks that It ever would've. And thus, he still enjoyed his company. That's something Sparkling couldn't have let go of.

"I didn't...expect this. This is pleasing... I'll see you at the entrance...It doesn't bite."

And again, call ended. As silence soon prevailed. Sparkling rushed into his room, as he completely forgot to put something actually new. He was just wearing an ugly sweater he got some years back, nothing less. A little casual suit was more than enough to be perfect for It. He didn't want to seem too formal either, so Sparkling didn't comb as much hair.

At last, he was ready. Why was he so oddly happy? Reassured? Was It because of company? Mabye, but only time could tell now.