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Stray Dogs: Part 1

A Tale of the Dark

Tw/Tags: Were-Creatures, Vampires, Starvation, Witches, Weretiger Nakahara Chuuya, Weretiger Nakajima Atsushi, Vampire Dazai Osamu, Vampire Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Werecats, Young Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Alternate Universe - Vampire
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The same pitiful cries.

The same foul stench.

The same depressing atmosphere.

When Nakahara Chuuya opened his eyes, he had expected everything to be the same as it did for the past five years.

The jingling sound of chains rang through the air as he slowly pushes himself from the cold ground. He brushed off some dirt from his cheeks—not that it will make him any cleaner. When he sat up and took a proper look at his surroundings, he realized it was not the same.

Ocean blue eyes stared flatly at the other existence sharing his room.

"And here I was wondering when the kitty would wake," said the raven-haired boy seemingly his age.

The boy had a metal collar on his neck and hands as well. Thick iron chains stretched from the cuffs with the other end nailed deeply into the stone wall. He was covered in grimy bandages with ragged clothes like everyone else in this cursed place.

Chuuya furrowed his brows as he tried to process what his new roommate had said. It's been like this ever since he was shipped to this foreign land. The lack of having someone to converse with also didn't help his language improvement. After all, humans didn't need him to speak their language to become their source of entertainment.

"Great, it's a fucking leech." Chuuya groaned. Why of all things did he get locked up with a vampire? Was this some sort of new torture method?

"As if I want to be roomed with an animal that looked like it hadn't bathed for a decade."

"What was that?! I'll beat the shit out of you, brat!" Chuuya shouted out of reflex, only to freeze when he realized that he understood the other just now. The vampire was speaking Japanese.

Chuuya really looked at this vampire for this time. His eyes scanned over the vampire's delicate Asian features that he hadn't bother noticing before.

"You're a brat as well!" The vampire countered. Burnt umber eyes looking over Chuuya in a way that made the redhead wanted to slam his fist into that smug face. "Not to mention you're just a shrimp! Should have drank more milk when you had the chance!"

"Mind your own business!"

The two glared at one another. They could already tell that they were not going to enjoy rooming together.

Their glaring contest was interrupted when the metallic door to their confinement slammed open. An old, shaggy gruff man stomped in. He was someone Chuuya seen regularly during mealtime. As usual, the man threw a chunk of raw meat at the redhead's feet before he turned to leave.

The heavy door slammed shut, leaving the two in silence.

"Is there discrimination against vampires here?" The vampire asked in a bored tone. "Why wasn't I given a meal?"

Chuuya ignored the vampire and grabbed the piece of meat that barely got any blood left despite being raw. The meat was covered in dirt and the flesh was an unhealthy dark brown hue. A sour stench was practically emitting from the thing. The meat was spoiled, that much was obvious even to the vampire who was scrunching his nose in disgust.

Chuuya didn't even bat an eye as he bit into the old meat and tore it apart with his teeth.

"I'm amazed you can eat that." The vampire commented after Chuuya had already devoured half of it. "No wonder you're short."