| abstract | - "Nnnh..." A slight moan escaped Fumiko's mouth as he turned over in his sleep, his arm resting gently on the sleeping figure of Kachihi Amagase. Ever since Kachihi had told Fumiko he was "his", Fumiko had been gradually getting closer to him and Kachihi finally consented to let Fumiko sleep with him under the condition he didn't try anything funny, to which Fumiko had grudgingly consented. "I love...Kachihi..." He murmured in his sleep, getting a slight grip on Kachihi. "Ugh...dammit." The crimson haired man's piercing eyes really were carved into his mind. Of course, thinking about something more peaceful wouldn't sit well; especially when someone threatens to kill you, you can't go thinking about sunshine and rainbows and all that crap. Kachihi tossed and turned, still unable to sleep normally. Fumiko's face nuzzled into Kachihi's back and he slept on comfortably. At some point, poor Kachihi would wake up. "...Dammit. It doesn't make any damn sense." Kachihi's sleep-talk elevated into sleep-yelling, as he somehow woke himself up in shock. Glancing over at Fumiko, he remained perfectly still. Waking up a sleeping cat was never too wise. However, Fumiko quickly awoke, feeling Kachihi's body move. He looked around frantically, before seeing Kachihi was sitting up next to him. He rubbed his eyes for a moment, before kissing Kachihi full on the lips as a way of morning greeting. "Good morning." "Ungh..." Kachihi yawned. Two hours max was the amount of sleep he got last night. Laziness struck again, as he fell back down, beginning to snore. Fumiko smiled as his special one descended back into dreamland. "I'm going to go make you something to eat, so, enjoy the rest you can get in the meantime." He said, sliding into his slippers. He walked down the hall to Yuuki's room and poked his head in. "...Ugh..." Yuuki glanced over at Fumiko. Looks like someone was up drinking their depression away. His eyes looked rather bloodshot. "...What...what do you want?" He responded in a slurred tone. Fumiko sweatdropped, and his voice became rather brisk. "Yuuki-san...what the hell are you doing drinking this early?" "...Guv'ment came and took mah baby." Yuuki spluttered, before almost throwing up. He...didn't look too well, that was for sure. Of course, his departure must have something to do with it. Fumiko walked over to Yuuki, looking down at him. He placed a hand on Yuuki's shoulder. "Yuuki-san, you look very unappetizing right now. Please, go lie down and give me the bottle. I don't want you to get overly sick from this." "...Dammit, get awaaaaaaaaaaay..." Yuuki gripped the bottle, swinging it at Fumiko before letting go, allowing it to smash against a wall, emptying the rest of its contents upon the newly-painted wall. Yuuki took no notice of this, and merely continued to growl in such a pitiful state. Fumiko moved quickly, picking Yuuki up bridal-style, much like Kachihi had done to him just a week ago. "Yuuki-san, seriously, I'm going to have you lie down now." He took Yuuki over to his bed and placed him on it before Yuuki could make too much of a fuss. "I don't want anything to happen to you, so please, just rest." "Ugh...warblegarble..." All that came out of Yuuki's mouth was unintellgiable blabbering, as his body pushed against the bed. In an instant, he fell into a deep sleep. "...Gai..." "Gai..." Fumiko murmured. "I wonder who that is? Well, at least she's resting." Fumiko looked down at Yuuki like a mother looking down on it's child. "Now that I think about it, I haven't eaten in awhile..." He placed his lips to Yuuki's neck. Fumiko was setting the food onto the center tray, this time making simple rice and pork, avoiding fish products this time to avoid making Kachihi sick again. He called up the stairs as was custom in the morning. "Kachihi, come down to breakfast...unless you're allergic to pork or rice as well!" "Uh...no. Not that I know of. ...I...I don't think I'm allergic to those things." Kachihi responded with a slightly confused look, unsure of himself. Not only that, that burning-haired man's threat bored into the back of his skull. It was hard to lighten up at such a moment. Slowly picking up a knife and fork, Kachihi Amagase began to dig in, realizing that he wasn't allergic, but felt the subconscious urge to act as if he was to play a mean-spirited practical joke. "...This is, really good." He wasn't joking. Fumiko wrapped his arms around Kachihi's neck. "Music to my ears." He kissed the sides of Kachihi's neck. "So, tell me, still troubled by that man from a few days ago?" "...Of course. You remember how damn threatening he looked, right? Someone like that, you can't forget. ...Something tells me he'll return soon." Kachihi grimaced at the notion. It was as if he was psychic or something. Another unfortunate day was about to unfold. "If we run into him, mind if I eat him?" Fumiko asked as if he was discussing the matter over tea. "He did threaten you, it'd be a proper way to pay him back." "Yeah, he didn't look very tasty." Kachihi snarked at such a question. Besides, he seemed a lot more powerful than them both. "True, but Yuuki-san didn't look appetizing this morning when she was drunk." Fumiko shrugged. "I took a sip of her blood after she'd passed out, and it turns out she tastes good." "...Wait, what?" Kachihi's eyes widened in shock. "...Are you, are you serious?" "Only a sip!" Fumiko assured him. "Yuuki-san is perfectly fine, I simple took a sip!" "...Yeah, that's kinda freaky." Kachihi applied his palm to his forehead in exasperation, utterly disgusted. "I'mma warnin' you, don't do that again. 'Tis not too healthy." "Kachihi, that's how I eat." Fumiko said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "My kind feed off the blood of others. We're what humans would call "Vampires"." "...Yeah, but still. It's Yuuki." Kachihi retorted, clearly puzzled at Fumiko feeding off the blood of the one who took him in. "...I personally don't care if you do it to anyone else, but it's Yuuki. Plus she doesn't look too friendly." "I know, but I couldn't help it." Fumiko replied, his voice only slightly snappish. "I haven't found anything to eat in weeks, and I'm hungry. I would have had that Hollow if it hadn't been so well equipped. And as I said, I only took a sip, I didn't drink her dry." Scratching his head, Kachihi sighed, "...Okay. Just pray to god she doesn't find out." "She won't, she'll probably think she did it herself while drunk." Fumiko sounded sure of this. "By the way, before she nodded off, she muttered a name. 'Gai', I think it was. Any idea who that is?" "...No idea." Kachihi responded, denying the obvious. "Really?" Fumiko frowned. "Well, Yuuki-san seems to be obsessing with this "Gai" person. I figure he must be an old boyfriend or something who ditched her. So I say we go find this Gai and bring him back to Yuuki-san." He was absolutely shocked. "...Dammit." Bluntly, Kachihi began to state his displeasure, "...Seriously? He's the source of my bad luck and my appearance. There is no way I am going near the bastard again. Not now. Not ever. Do. You. Understand?" "So you do know him." Fumiko smirked. "I thought as much. And if he's the source of your appearance, that makes me want to meet him more! C'mon Kachihi. Yuuki-san is miserable in there." "...Whatever, then." Kachihi crossed his arms, frowning. Safe to say, he was not amused. "...We'll try and find him. But get it? I'm only doing this because Yuuki must be miserable." Fumiko chuckled, placing himself on Kachihi's lap, his arms wrapped around his neck. He placed his face close to Kachihi's, wearing what was half a smile, half a smirk. "I love you, ya know that?" A slight shade of red flushed upon Kachihi's cheeks, as he responded, "Y-Yeah, I know..." "You're so cute when you're blushing!" Fumiko giggled. "And you're mine. You know that, now that I have you, I am never letting you go?" His eyes hazed over slightly as he made that declaration. "...This would be adorable if he didn't have psycho eyes." These thoughts raced through Kachihi's mind, as he attempted to shake Fumiko off. Being like his father, he abhored physical touch. Fumiko only tightened his hold, claiming Kachihi's lips for his own, his tongue invading the longer hair boy's mouth before pulling out and sliding off him. "If your mouth tastes as good as that, it only makes me wonder what your blood would be like..." He breathed in through his nose. "But, I'll refrain from sinking my teeth into my precious Kachihi." "...You better keep your distance with your blood-suckin', got that?" He gave Fumiko a sharp, angry glare, before walking off. "Kachihi!" Fumiko ran over to catch up. "I told you, I'm not gonna not suck your blood..." He sounded offended. "I wouldn't intentionally hurt you..." "...I know, I know." Kachihi paused, stopping in his tracks. "...Alright, let's get the show on the road."
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