Truth and Lies

A Vampire?

FUCKING FINALLY, I FINISHED! I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, GUYS

For the purposes of this, Shuichi will be AB negative. I'll explain why in the story

TW: Mentions of eating disorders and suicidal thoughts

Kokichi's POV

I could smell it everywhere. No matter where I went, the scent was there. It was hard to avoid, being trapped in this place.

Blood.

I was lucky that I had a feast before being trapped. It lasted me a good few weeks. But it was starting to wear off and I was slowly getting hungrier.

I was currently in my bedroom, laying on my bed with my arms pressing against my stomach, which rumbled and growled like no tomorrow. I heard starving to death was a very painful way to go, but I never thought I'd actually experience it.

The smell of blood overtook my hearing so much that I jumped and sat up when there was a knock at my door. I couldn't even smell who it was, making me scared of who it could be. I could attack them if I wasn't careful.

Another knock echoed, a certain voice making me tense up.

"Kokichi? I know you're in there, I've looked everywhere else."

Over the first few weeks we'd been stuck here, Shuichi and I had grown a little closer. I tried not to get TOO close, but that failed, seeing as how I grew to care for the teen. And that was before my hunger began to grow.

When I began to get hungry, the first smell I picked up was Shuichi. His blood was the rarest among humans, AB negative. I'd never had it before, but it supposedly filled a vampire up for weeks, even months. When I first smelled it, it was so delicious and I almost took him then and there. But I was able to overcome and have since been avoiding Shuichi, hoping that doing so would slow my hunger rate.

But soon, everyone was starting to smell good. It was no longer just Shuichi.

My hunger was growing at a skyrocketing rate. Everyone's scent blended together until I could tell the difference between Ryoma's B positive and Maki's A negative. Hell, Kaito's O positive was starting to smell good. The tomatoes and meat had long lost their effect, only adding to the starvation.

Every one of my senses that wasn't smell were dull, basically to the point of being human if it wasn't for my nose. My fangs stayed out, never going back in, no matter what smell I tried, from my sweaty socks at the end of the day to Angie's paint.

I clutched my sleeve, hoping that being quiet will make him go away. After a few seconds, he knocked again, only this time, it was more like pounding. "Kokichi, please answer the door!" My grip on my sleeve tightened as I slowly got off the bed and made my way to the door.

I cracked it open a bit enough to peer up at Shuichi. "Can I help you?" I asked in a bored tone, acting like I wasn't just in pain and still am. Shuichi looked at me concerned. "You skipped dinner again." "And? Why do you care?"

Shuichi looked taken aback and I came off ruder than expected. "Kokichi, are you okay? Are you...ashamed or...having thoughts?" My eyes widened at what he said. I would never think of something like that! But I guess not coming to dinner and locking myself up would make someone think that I have anorexia or thoughts of taking my life.

I smiled at the detective without showing my teeth. "Of course not! I just wasn't hungry and I was feeling a bit sick." Shuichi's blood was overwhelming me and I wanted to shut the door, leaving myself to die from lack of proper food.

Shuichi didn't look like he believed me. "You don't have to lie to me, Kokichi. I understand if you're having those kinds of thoughts. Let me help you. Just come with me, I can make you something to eat, and we can talk."