The Vampires Curse

True Colors Of A Loner

"I'm back and look who I brought with me" nagito exclaimed. Naturally, this caught the attention of Shuichi, who looked to be cleaning up. He took one look at nagito and his accomplice, Hajime, and frowned in disapproval "Oh for the love of god, let him live will you" nagito only shrugged, ignoring his scolding "I didn't drag him here, he came willingly" he stated. hajime waved awkwardly, not knowing how to respond to the two bickering with one another. he simply came back for his clothes, nothing more, nothing less, yet it seemed he had forgotten that while walking with nagito. He had to finally admit that it was comforting, having other people around to talk to or just knowing that you aren't alone. A majority of the years Hajime spent working, were times he spent working alone, and coming home to no one. He did consider purchasing himself a pet as a companion but the apartment manager didn't allow pets in the building, and the last thing Hajime needed was more trouble to add onto his worries "I left my clothes... I just came by to pick them up" he replied "ah, right. their washing actually. after you left I knew that you would probably come back for them" Shuichi stated. Hajime felt bad for making it seem like they had to wash his clothing for him, and he would have easily taken them without them being washed. his eyes glazed over the interior that he had seen for the second time now. Shuichi must have noticed his curiosity as he spoke "you're more than welcome to look around. I'll call you when your clothes are finished!"  

nagito seemed to agree with the statement, edging Hajime on "don't worry, we don't bite" he chuckled. he hoped Hajime understood the joke as he awkwardly began to explore. nagito noticed how stiff he seemed to be, and wondered if it was all part of his character. Hajimes eyes were so full of curiosity all the time, and he was always on guard as if he was ready for anything to strike him out of nowhere. nagito couldn't help but feel like part of that was his fault. he really hadnt been thinking before. hajime smelled so good it was hard not to touch him. even if nagito wasn't hungry, he would want to touch him. It was almost like an itch he couldn't scratch, and he would get frustrated if Hajime allowed izuru or Shuichi to touch him. He figured that what he was feeling was possibly puppy love, the fascination in something he couldn't have. he brushed back the loose strands of white hair that hung from atop his forehead, thinking that he should at least check up with izuru "is izuru sleeping?" he asked  "he's awake. he's in a really bad mood. he won't eat anything. don't piss him off"  Shuichi frowned. his eyes warning nagito that it most likely wasn't worth his life, and he knew izuru wouldn't hesitate to put him down "yeah...whatever" he replied before walking up the stairs. for every time his foot hit the wooden stair, a soft tap would follow. Izuru would know it was him, obviously. he opened the door to izurus study, being met with the ruby-eyed male sitting at his desk, reading. His eyes lifted, looking directly at nagito. his chest tightened, izurus gaze screamed danger. A glare that could only come from an animal prepared to consume its prey. nagitos eye widened, as he knew the reason behind his frightening aura was hunger. shuichi had mentioned before how izuru wouldn't eat, no matter what it was he was being offered. the low voice of izuru snapped nagito back to reality "You brought the poor boy back" he asked. nagito shifted uncomfortably, feeling izurus eyes pierce through him no matter where he looked "he came willingly." his reasoning was the same. izuru leaned back in his chair, long black hair fell across his lap as he sighed "brave boy"  nagito could tell he was attempting to avoid any conversation that would lead to the mentioning of his state. izuru had always been the most stubborn of all of them, his composure most likely a facade to mask the temper that he would only unleash on poor Shuichi. Shuichi had been a direct victim to izurus hunger pangs, so horribly that nagito would often find multiple, deep, bite marks placed along his body. Izuru had since, calmed down, though nagito could tell it was taking a toll on him greatly "shuichi told me. you wont eat" this seemed to spike hesitance, izuru shifted "hes being dramatic" he replied. nagito frowned "is he? is he really? look at you kamakura you're in no state to defend yourself!" nagito snapped. there was silence, it was almost suffocating. Nagito hadnt noticed the look of liquid agony he had, though he knew izuru could clearly see his worry. he cautiously walked around the desk, standing infront of the dark haired vampire. izuru watched nagito stand before him "watch your tone" he hissed, though nagito had no intention of listening to him "you'll die at this rate so stop being stubborn old man" a grin spread across his lips. izuru frowned, though his look shared anger as he stood. nagito took a step back, his back hitting the desk "you're bold today" izuru growled. nagito wouldnt break the cold gaze he was homing on his green eyes, insisting to show any fear, though he was shaking. izuru sighed in defeat, placing both hands on either side of nagito, and on the desk "h-hey wait-" nagito protested, though izuru ignored him "i said im fine. stop sticking your nose where it does not belong" nagitos mind raced, second guessing the attitude he had so bodly declared just a few minutes ago. izuru breathed against nagitos neck, his breathing sounded more like pants, His fangs threatening to pierce through nagitos pale skin as his lips brushed against his shoulder "its hurts less when you dont move so much" izuru stated before nagito felt his fangs scrape against his neck "izuru dont-" he expected the pain as he felt izuru puncture through him. he gasped as the stinging sensation came seconds after the bite "izuru it hurts-" he whined. His neck hurt horribly, izurus teeth buried deep in his skin. He could feel blood slowly drain his body, izuru took greedy mouthfuls of the snow-haired male. The pain was unbearable as nagito attempted to endure it. He felt waves of Molten lava pulsate from where izuru had decided to feed.