Fangs || SakuAtsu (ON HIATUS)

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Time was passing leisurely in the world, slow enough to hear the bright red hand on a clock move, one by one, tick by tick. Although, to a certain messy haired blonde, time seemed to be speeding up. Faster and faster, second by second. It was exhilarating if someone were to be watching the situation unfold but to be caught up in the moment, your life would be flashing between your eyes.

However, this was not the exact case for the one and only, Miya Atsumu. He was an interesting person, to say the least, he lived on the "edge of death" as people would call it. The way his heart began to beat like tiny drums, playing on repeat over and over again. The time that felt like an eternity, giving you moments to just slip away from the real-world problems. Those were the moments he always craved for the most.

There were many things Atsumu is known for, one of them is being a twin with the infamous Miya Osumu. Who like most twins, look exactly alike, or they would've been if it weren't for the different dye of hair. Osumu, the younger twin (by merely a few minutes) had dark-ish hair, almost giving off a silver tone. Hair that Atsumu would never let go on how much he looked like a "Shitty grandpa".

On the other hand, Atsumu had blonde hair. (More like piss according to Osumu) It was different from his brothers but, yet people still got them mixed up. To their despise, they always corrected people if they did. Making remarks on how different the two were.

The hair colours aside, Atsumu was running as fast as his legs could take him. It was gloomy at night, the sky showing no stars insight, making it appear pitch black. The only things that would be illuminating his way would be the street lights, but even they would only provide a bare minimum of light. The street seemed to be empty or more like abandoned, how did the blonde get here? Not even himself knew. Unlucky for him, someone in his place would find this as a dead-end, more like the end for them.

Guess it was a good thing that Atsumu was different, a peculiar person. This was going to be an engaging story to tell. A way to be able to get this blood-sucking human mosquito off his tail then brag about this to his friends. How did he manage to get himself into this situation? Here's some advice, avoid getting into a fight with vampires. To Atsumu, he always was fond of provoking people to their limit, sometimes even further. It was a talent or a curse in some situations. Not that he minded, of course, it is what it is.

Atsumu always ignored his brothers' warnings to stop doing it. Giving a shrug with a petite wave of his hand then left the room.

That aside, the messy-haired blonde was running through the sullen streets, trying to lose the vampire behind him. The air was stiff as ice, maybe even cooler but that was nothing to stop the two. His head turned in vast directions, trying to spot somewhere for him to be able to slip past and hide. On his face was planted a carefree smile, but only that had formed into a low frown. This was getting tiring, he needed to lose this guy off his back, pronto.

The vampire behind him was picking up his movements, drawing in closer with each step. His features are not anything that made him stand out if it weren't for the irises of his eyes, glowing a bright ruby appearance. Not to mention the vulgar expression he wore with the pale of his skin which was dominant. It was almost alluring. Too bad that his blood or even life was on the line right now.

Atsumu's golden-brown eyes turned to the side, getting a glimpse of a dark alleyway. A perfect spot to disappear within the shadows of it. So, that's what he did, his body making a swift reflex and before you could even blink twice, he had disappeared. The unknown vampires' expression turned into a confused one before he kept up his pace, skimming a glance to the alleyway only to see nothing as he continued his way.