𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 |𝐇.𝐇 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐔|

˚｡୨The Danger Beside Your Hip୧˚｡

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Is danger noticeable? Would a truly innocent person realize the danger? Even if it was beside them.. Walking by them, smiling at them and 'helping' them?

You may sit here, say 'Oh, well i would easily tell who was good and who was evil' But could you really? As for Hinata he shall never realize that as long as he breaths. Someone will desire him, and someone will hate him.

"So, what did the pouch look like?" Akaashi's calm voice played through Hinata's ears, he smiled brightly up at him as he parted his lips to begin his explanation. "White silk, the softest silk I've ever felt! It was heavy and tied shut with some sort of vine? or maybe just green string." Hinata explained happily as he stared at the two demons.

"Huh, that's quite odd. Wouldn't the vine just snap if it was pulled too hard? Seems pretty impractical." Bokuto replied as he mimicked a snapping motion. "I do suppose you're right, but it sure was pretty!" Hinata happily stated as he smiled and looked around the ground for the pouch.

"Hey, didn't you also say you had shopping to do? Why don't I look for the pouch while you and Bokuto grab the items you needed to purchase, it would be a shame to forget the only reason you came here." Akaashi calmly suggested as he folded his arms over his chest and looked at Hinata, to Bokuto. And back to the human. 

"Sounds like a plan!" Bokuto happily exclaimed with a wide grin, placing his large hand on Hinata's thin shoulder. Akaashi gave a firm nod to his close friend and looked down at Hinata for mere seconds before he turned around and began looking for said pouch.

"So.. Where do you need to go first?" Bokuto happily asked as he slid his hand off his shoulder, holding his hand out to the young human with a grin.

A grin of a demon is so different from that of a human, a demon's grin can be cruel, mischievous, or.. Simply full of a tortured man who used to be the very thing he loves, a human.

"Well, my mother needs some tomatoes.. Some leeks, and.." Hinata trailed off as he slid the note out of his pocket and handed it to Bokuto, resting it in his rough hand.

Bokuto looked down at the piece of paper in his hands, his glimmering owl-like eyes scanning over the paper before he smiled. "Okay! Let's get going." Bokuto exclaimed with a joyous expression, he reached down as his large hand grasped around Hinata's thin wrist.

His fingers completely captured his wrist, wrapping around it and covering it as he began walking, softly tugging Hinata along with him who soon caught the hint and walked beside him happily.

The two walked along the marketplace, no one really spared the two a special glance. The two looked like friends out on a walk, not an innocent human unknowingly walking beside a mischievous demon.

As the two walked Hinata couldn't help but feel a small flutter of paranoia rising in his stomach, his shoulder slowly began burning up again as if someone were gripping it.

With a small glance he looked over his shoulder, yet the only place on his  body being touched was the wrist Bokuto was holding onto.

He felt as if something were wrong, things were starting to not make sense already. Why was he suddenly afraid as he walked along with Bokuto?

Who was the person in his washroom? How did he get the scratch on his torso? Where is his missing Kimono? And most importantly..

Who was the woman from earlier?