Tsubakyun {Servamp x OC}

Flower filled Kimono

I've never been so obsessed.
Obsession was something I had never even considered, nor was there anything to be obsessed over. I had books, I always requested them. But that doesn't class as infatuation.. does it?

I never learnt how to read the time on the contraption the humans call a clock, but I can read the sun's position, does that count?

I've been walking in this orange hued bustling town for awhile, the foxes haven't picked up any scent since we left that man-cat who called himself Sleepy Ash.
   "Ahh.. I hope I can find Who is Coming quickly.. It will be dark soon" Sighing deeply, all the air in my lungs fled. Pink and Green. Those were the hair colours of the two men standing next to me. The foxes began circling them, indicating that a certain someone's scent was dug into their clothes.
   "Who is Coming?" The pink haired clown squeaked,
   "Does this white haired chick mean Tsubaki?" The green hair rolled his eyes.
   "Who is Coming, have you heard of him? He wears a kimono." I spoke with my backs to them. The foxes continued circling, like sharks around a swimmer they were waiting for a weakness or my signal.

Everything went black after that.
Though, I was oddly calm after having a vital point on my neck briskly struck, causing me to pass out. It was something you would often see in movies.

When I woke up it was already dark, the hues of the red light district gleamed through a clear surface. The room I was in reminded me of the shrine I was kept in, with the incense burning softly on a counter, the room's attire somewhat resembled the shrine, although, it was definitely more masculine. There was something warm next to me, the soft fabric I rolled my fingers around in felt like a kimono. The soft breathing of the person next to me sounded forced, like there was a weight no one could lift.
Melancholy that cannot be burdened to anyone else.

Opening my eyes I saw him.
The man I had been looking for, sadly, as innocent as his sleeping face was, there was undying burden written across it. I couldn't help but gently rest my hand on his cheek, I had never been so near someone before. There was something about him that my life craved. Whether it be his good looks or sadness that I can relate to, I just couldn't get enough of this crimson flower covered kimono man.
Slowly moving my hand to his hair, I stroked the soft hair between my fingers. He had an unstoppable aura about him, an aura that could draw in anyone.

A set of footprints began moving behind the wall, even though the footsteps were polished, he was obviously a tall man. Possibly taller than the 5'5'' boy laying next to me. Panic filled my body, jerking my hand away from the innocently short man. I silently muttered to summon my familiars, transforming into a more suitable attire if it was a threat, a long sleeved kimono that seemed to have blood drip down the fabric, the pure white kimono with blood like red detailing suited the fighting style I had studied in secret, the black scarf with similar detailing covered my mouth like a half-mask, suitable if at blood decided to spill.

The door opened to a tall tan skinned man, he was dressed completely in white, including his hair. He didn't seem to be a threat, but the smirk that covered his mouth sent a chill down my spine.