Owari not Gucci

Chapter 3

It had been about a week since I first had my blood forcefully stabbed out of me. I soon found out that this was a normal thing and happened about 2-3 times a day. But for some unfortunate reason, I would never die-in fact, most of us didn't really die from this unless we were deemed 'useless' and killed off.

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"I want to die." I sighed for the nth time. "Why can't I die? That's all I ever wanted. To die. But I can't even do that in peace." I pounded my fists on the floor, "I want to die dammit!"

"I can hear you from a mile away, pipe it down." Pansy walked in the door.

"Pansy!" I brightened up, "It's been sooo long!" I hugged his leg, "Did you miss me?"

"It's been an hour." He blanched, shoving a loaf of bread into my hands. "Eat. You didn't come to feeding time earlier."

"Were you...." I gasped tearfully, blushing, "...worried..about me? Pansy!"

"No." He glared. "This is only because you're an important food source that i'm bothering to do this for you."

I softly inhaled, "Pansy...did you call me important!"

"Food source okay?! I said food source! No, your blood isn't even considered food! Do you know what happens to your blood in particular? It's so nasty that it's used as a punishment drink among the vampires! It's a source of discipline!" He rambled.

I blinked, "Well, isn't that.....unexpected." biting into the loaf of bread, I muttered questionably, "That's nice."

"Anyways, don't let it get to your head. You aren't special or anything, there is no special reason for me to care for you either, you're just a livestock-" He continued.

I drowned out his words with the sound of my chewing. Pansy sure is a talkative one, isn't he? I guess i'll pretend that i'm listening to humor him. Nodding along with whatever he was saying, I drew stick figures with the thick dust on the floor.

"-What are you doing?" He paused, noticing my drawings.

"I'm drawing....us!" I winked, showing him two stick figures on the floor.

The girl was wearing a dress and held a bouquet while the man was wearing a suit. They were both smiling and resembled us. "Look, we're married.~"

"Disgusting." He spat.

"But Pansy.~" What's his problem, acting all tough. I know he loves me.

"Didn't I just go over a list of reasons entailing why I didn't care about you?" He groaned, rubbing his temples, "Brat, you really-"

"I'm not 'brat'!" I pouted childishly, "I'm Kotoha Suzuki! 10 years old! And when I grow up, i'll marry Pansy!"

That's bullshit though. That last part, that is.

I frowned, "I'd prefer it if Pansy'd kill me first though...."

"I-you know what? I'm leaving." He grumbled. "I always get a headache around this kid. René is right, i'll lose my mind if I keep on talking to this brat."

Noo!!! My only hope at getting killed!!!

"Noooo!!!! PANSYYY!!!" I cried. "You can't leave like this! After all we've been though! Please reconsider!"

"Dammit, why do you always do this!?" He shouted, frustrated.

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Pansy kicked me hard today didn't he. I spat out some blood on the floor, taking another bite of the stale bread that asshole offered me.