The orange sun rose higher, but a small patch of clouds prevented it from blinding the men. A strong wind blows through giving the men a chill who are bruised and bloody from head to toe and clothes ripped at every seam. After walking for two hours, the two men plop down on a pile of orange and red leaves right under a tree. They glance at each other with wrinkled expressions despite their youthful ages and don't say a single word. Their red and green eyes tiredly fall shut as they reminiscent about the memories they made with everyone that was ripped apart right before their eyes not even a full day ago.
"Hey, you know with that attitude, no woman will ever marry you," a young Jun told Gutsy as they cut down the tall grass around the wooden house that stood alone for miles in smoldering weather.
"Jokes on you, I don't like girls," Gutsy responded casually.
Snip, snip.
"Well, no man will ever marry you then."
Gutsy wore a blank expression that turned into a chuckle.
"You don't think it's weird?"
"Why would loving someone be weird?"
Gutsy gave Jun a genuine smile.
"Besides, you definitely need to keep your options opened, your personality is horrid" Jun chuckled making the teen Gutsy glare.
"Hey, Slayer," James whispered softly, his lip brushing Gutsy's ear making it a bit warm.
This bastard sure is bold.
"Meet me in the basement of the Bar."
Despite his good judgement Gutsy followed him to the basement expecting to indulge in a frisky delight. After he switched the lights on, he was met with "Happy Birthday," shouts by every hunter in there. The basement was decorated and there was cake and beer as usual and music. And a few gave him boxes of gifts. Which mostly consisted of weapons that his eyes sparkled at.
"Thank you everyone." He smiled cheerfully, not the nonchalant air the hunters were used to from him but a pleasant surprise.
James pulled him in for a dance.
"Are you upset it wasn't what you were hoping for?" He smirked.
"No, it's better," Gutsy amused back.
"Don't know how I should feel about that." James pouts.
"Ugh, shut up," Gutsy rolled his eyes, softly pushing James away.
"Jun, is the kid in your care a boy or a girl?" Sebastian asked eagerly as him and Jun were finishing up having brunch together in the shed.
"A boy obviously. Why such a random question?" A young Jun asked as he was sipping his coffee.
"Well, is it weird to think a boy is beautiful?" Pre-teen Sebastian asked with innocent curiosity.
Jun continued to sip his coffee calmly.
"No," Jun answered him firmly.
"Well, he's very beautiful then."
"Yeah, yeah, now back to eating, then training, Casanova."
"Who's that?"
"No one, now let's hurry cleaning up."
"Sebastian, spar with me, I need to sharpen my sword skills."
Sebastian reluctantly goes along with Renae's idea, and he's nearly chopped in half.
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Gentle Fangs And Bloody Stakes
FantasySebastian, a vampire who tries his best to do good because he despises his kind and their vicious acts. He's isolated from everyone and everything because his kind is hated, his only reason for living is to kill the man who murdered his mother, The...
