ninety-nine balloons (part 4 x fem!reader)

23- Koichi Knows

GUYS LOOK TWO CHAPTERS WITHIN THE SAME WEEK 

ONCE IN A FULL BLUE MOON TYPE OF ACTIVITY

also extra long and productive chapter for you guys bc you stick around and always wait forever for me to upload and i really appreciate that patience <3

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Sunlight poisons the hallway in a deadly yellow glow like wartime gas. Prisoner to the spare room left in ruin from a fire, you watch as the sun comes to heat the house with its venomous touch, leaving you to cling to what little cold was left of night.

Rohan has already woken up. The slightest steps against the floors, it could be heard like it was right in front of you, even as he rises on the opposite side of the house. 

"(Y/n)." He calls out, loudly, though not yelling.

You clear your throat of what rabbit clung to it in gross fashion. "Yes?" 

"Nothing." He says. "Just checking where you were, if you were still alive and whatnot."

The slightest 'oh' came forth from an exhausted breath, and you returned to your slouched position in the corner, and retreated back into the static of your mind.

Pipes acted as veins behind the walls, and you could hear each clot of air or water that'd shoot through them. He's taking a shower, you think, hearing a sudden rush torpedo through the pipes. He's done. He's brushing his teeth. He's drying his hair.

All these meaningless observations served to keep you from suffering the effects of solitude. A sort of checklist is made, and you entertain yourself to guess what your host does next. Will he make breakfast, or get todays newspaper? I hear the gas, he's turned on the stove.

It's not long before the sickeningly greasy smell of bacon suffocates the house, joined by eggs and the gas cooking it altogether. And then, blood. Its smell changes every time you pick up on it, but it always hits you with the same ache, like an addict seeing a pill. Could be any pill, but any pill can get you high.

It is within this moment something gross quells within yourself, a slow awakening that makes you question your humanity. Had it not been for the sunny barrier posed outside the door, Rohan would've been greeted with a very hungry vampire, and its nasty teeth.

"Do you smell that?" He calls out to you again, a bit louder now.

"Your breakfast?" You speak over your drool.

"No," The pipes go quiet. The gas is shut off. "I've cut my finger."

"Oh. Yes, I smell it. A lot."

"On a scale, from one to ten, how strong is it from where you sit?"

"Eight."

"Interesting." There's a new scent, now. "Thank you for that information."

There's a creaking on the stairs, and the smell has gotten stronger, choking you almost. The world flashes a many great colors, diluting all to an awful white, and suddenly when you awake from that brief flash, your teeth are gnawing on a familiar fleshy bag.

"Type O positive." Rohan is standing at your door, taking his time with his plate as he watches you hunker down on a bag of blood like an animal. "What does it taste like?"

"Good."

"No. What does it taste like."

You pull a fang from the thin plastic skin. "It doesn't necessarily have a taste, one I can describe at least. I just feel refreshed, like when you're dehydrated and found a glass of water at the perfect temperature."