CROSSED. A VAMPIRE KNIGHT//TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION.

[67] huminahuminahumina

Moka, you should become a teacher. You are much better at this than I ever would be.

'Wow... you guys have a whole system. Us ghouls don't really have that, it's just kill or be killed.' she hiccuped, the blood wine getting to her. I took another swig of my bottle, feeling fine. Maybe to ghouls blood is an intoxicant, but for Moka and me it's just another meal.

'I've noticed.' I say, the bottle leaving my lips.

We talked throughout the day, about ghouls, vampires and random conversation topics. At one point during the evening Uta joined us, which made a pretty wild group. The three quiet kids and the two loud kids is a good way to sum it up.

I pulled the bottle away from my lips, placing my hand over my stomach. 'I think I've drunken about five humans worth of blood.' I mumble, feeling a lot tired.

'That's what, if a human contains...' Itori tried to count on her hand but she was well beyond gone.

'Approximately five litres.' Moka answered for her, Itori giving Moka a cheerful hurrah. Moka had started out only sipping blood, but her hunger got the better of her, and she was getting close to my level.

'Right, five litres, that's like, twenty five litres, which is nearly thirteen bottles.' she hiccuped again, slinging herself over Yomo's shoulder, who didn't seem to protest.

'I may have drunk a lot,' I giggled, seriously feeling tired. At this point I really can't tell if I'm also drunk.

'You think?' Moka slurred, looking at me with her classic cold stare. I gave her an aloof grin and took another swig.

We both giggled, a little bit and then a lot, our laughs contagious as it filled the room, making everyone think we're insane, or joining in on our said insanity.

'Let's get you two home.' Uta sighed, getting out of his chair and slinging our arms over his shoulder. He wouldn't look at it but he was pretty damn strong.

'Aweee, but I wanna stay~' I whined, trying to clamour to the bar. Uta held me back, making me pout. 'Fine, but let me pay. Shoot, I don't have much cash.'

Uta raised an eyebrow of concern, which I picked up on. 'Not like in general, just physical cash. Do you guys accept card?' I pulled out my card, which got a strange reaction from the people around us.

'DUDE!' I looked at Itori, whose eyes were shimmering. Ok maybeIi'm drunk. 'Is that a Black Card?'

'Yeah it looks pretty black to me...' I mumbled, looking over it.

'Not like that. It's a credit card for millionaires and billionaires, the Black Card, the one your holding.' Uta said, pulling me up a little while still supporting Moka, who was half asleep on his shoulder.

'Uh sure, yeah. I guess so...' I breathed out. The bartender held out the EFTPOS machine, which I tapped my card on top of, it made a dingy noise and the bartender held up a thumbs up. 'Now, we can go.'

I put my wallet away and took yet another swig of my blood. 'Let's go home. See ya guys!' I waved to the other two, who waved back sluggishly. I held Uta arm tight and thought about the apartment, and then us actually being there.

'Home sweet home...' I slurred, stumbling around. I went straight to one of the couches, Moka following suit and crashing down on the one next to me.

'Goodnight you two.' Uta whispered, flicking the lights off. I waved to him very slowly and properly collapsed, not even being able to move a muscle.

'Night moka~' I whispered out, the apartment deadly quiet.

'Mmmmm.' she hummed to the infliction of "good night Akara" but it had gotten to the part of the night where they just needed to shut off.