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Chuuya didn’t enjoy the trips he sometimes had to make to the human market. 

The fact remained, however, that under the orders of the one in charge of vampire community in Yokohama, he was obligated to check in on the place from time to time. Normally, Atsushi would have stayed at home for such visits. Today, however, was different. There was a rogue vampire out in the city, they didn’t yet manage to take them out, and Chuuya was not leaving his sweet-scented human alone in the house, where he was an easy target. He preferred Atsushi traumatized to having him sucked dry by some vampire with neither common sense nor manners.

The market wasn’t a nice place at the best of times. It was an underground bar - dark and elegantly furnished, it looked more or less like a high-end strip club. A stage in the middle, few cages built in the walls on both sides of it, and sofas and tables around the stage, with few lounges for especially important guests. 

Such as Chuuya. 

The moment they entered, almost all heads turned towards them. The less polite vampires hungrily sniffed the air. Chuuya long ago found out Atsushi’s blood didn’t only smell so intoxicating for him - it did so for most of their kind. Still, his human was safe as long as he was with him. They sat in the shadow of their lounge, with perfect view of the stage, enjoying some degree of privacy there, in its pleasant shadow. 

The bidding was simple enough. The first to be led on the stage was a young man - proud, healthy, well-built - Chuuya could tell as much with a single sniff. The man didn’t have a particularly sweet blood, but he was bound to be better than most of the people found on the streets. The man held his head high - he wasn’t intimidated, wasn’t scared. He went to a young-looking vampire for a big sum of money, and Chuuya nodded to himself - he knew that one. The human won’t be treated badly.

The scared girl that came second was the opposite of the man. Thin, sickly, terrified, but smelling almost as sweet as Atsushi did, she made the redhead take in few long, deep breaths as he savoured the sweet scent. Seeing who bought her, though, for almost twice as much money as the man went for, the redhead sighed and shook his head, writing something in a little notebook he had. She’ll be dead by tomorrow morning. What a waste. 

“...Atsushi..?” he said quietly, turning to see his human pale and looking faint. The vampire watched his sweet pet for a moment longer before beckoning him closer. 

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Continuation from x:

       Akutagawa came home quite early that day, carrying a small box in his hand.      "Kitten?"     He called as he walked into the living room. When the tiger boy appeared almost immediately there, he stepped closer to him and run his fingers through the black hair.     "Here... happy birthday." 

Kurashi smiled lightly, walking towards Atsushi’s room, as quiet as possible. He slowly opened the door and walked inside, setting a tray with breakfast (and few beautifully packed, small gifts) beside his brother’s futon before sitting down on the side of it and starting to gently pet his hair.

In a hole in the ground was… my muse! Send “Hello, down there!” to find my muse stuck in a hole.

This was embarrassing to say the least. How could he not avoid the giant, gaping hole in the ground? Well, quite easily actually by not paying attention and noticing it way too late when he had already landed at the bottom in a painful heap.

“Could you, ah, help me? I think I sprained my ankle.“

It shouldn’t take too long for it to heal what with his Ability’s healing properties, but it still hurt like hell every time he tried to move it.

Ⱶ   The egg sat poised on the edge. Luckily he had stopped to investigate the odd noise and opening in the ground.

Ⱶ   “Ah, yes, yes. Just a moment.” He couldn’t just leap down, he’d likely land on his friend. So Humpty gripped the edge and lightly slide down into the hole. 

It was close to midnight when Chuuya left his home, dressed up and with a walking cane tapping against the pavement as he went. 

There weren’t many people out; most of them were thugs and homeless anyway, but this was alright with the redhead. The first person willing to attack him will be his dinner, after all. 

Chuuya smiled at the thought, only to stand still when something - a peculiar scent hit his nostrils. They widened, and the redhead took in long, hungry breaths, before one long fang bit on his lip, almost breaking it with how sharp it was. Something... someone... smelt delicious here...

The redhead resumed his walking; though now, he had a target. Stopping every few steps, sniffing the air, he got closer and closer to the scent, until finally, after turning into a narrow alleyway, he found a young boy curled up inside of it, currently being attacked by two thugs who seemed to think he was hiding some money for them to take. 

Chuuya growled impatiently, knocking the men unconscious in the matter of seconds - he was quiet and came from behind them, so he had all the advantages on his side - and looked at the deliciously smelling boy.

He was young; looked like he was on the brink of adulthood - and on the brink of starvation, too, judging by these thin arms and legs. His clothes were dirty and ragged, his haircut crooked and his eyes fearful as he looked up at him. Chuuya hummed, thinking. It wasn’t his style to attack the innocent. People who meant him harm, yes, they pretty much asked for retribution, but this? 

The redhead knelt down in front of the boy, his face softening. Ah, the scent was strong here; was it worth a hassle, though? It was a more elegant solution than going out for a hunt every other night, surely...

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