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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 8, 2010 23:40:53 GMT 1
The sun had just set over the horizon, adding it's colors to his pale skin and yellow-blonde hair. A red streak ran through his hair and framed his face. The tall lanky man was staring at his blood soaked shirt and hands. It was wierd how it felt so good to liberate that sticky red warmth from the veins right under his skin.
Not to mention it was far better than trying to liberate it from his brother. There were days he just imagined clawing the man to lovely red confetti. How relieving that would be.
There was something between the two of them so many years ago in the war. Now, he was that dirty little secret Reiner shoved under the damned bed. His elder sibling barely even looked at him unless it was to scold him like some fucking little welp.
His hand formed a fist and slammed hard against the pavement, the wave of sweet pain washing through his body felt so good. The only thing better was destruction...No killing tonight though, the hunt was only so much fun on a full stomach. Plus...no leeches* had walked past him yet this night.
He was wearing black baggy pants with accents of bright neon green and a button up shirt that was covered in blood, it had been white at one time but now was a lovely crimson.
Thanks to the Garou in him some of the first wounds were already starting to heal so he could do it all over again.
(OC: *Leeches: a werewolf term for vampires taken from Vampire the Masquerade/Werewolf the Apocalypse)
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Post by Kamalia on Jul 9, 2010 0:03:14 GMT 1
Another long day of classes had finally come to its end and Yuki was exhausted. It had already been several months since he started working again but for some reason he still hadn't been able to get back into his old rythm. He still loved his job, sure, but there was something decidedly depressing about returning to that same classroom everyday and not see Him there. No matter what Yuki did, he never seemed to be able to stop thinking about Him and it was slowly driving him insane. Even Joungyou had moved back to Korea so there was no one left in Tokyo to tell Yuki how silly he was to dwell on these things.
Sighing heavily, the japanese man picked up his bag and left the room, moving towards the school exit. Right now he only wanted to get home, make something to eat and then go to bed. He had no classes the next day so he would be able to relax and maybe do some painting. His art was the only thing that managed to cheer him up nowadays and he always longed for his days off when he could finally spend some time working on it.
As he walked down the street with the setting sun at his back he once again lost himself in his thoughts. It wasn't until he felt the strong smell of blood fill his nostrils that his steps faltered and he looked up. Frowning, his eyes fell on a man with blonde and red hair who was absolutely covered in the crimson liquid.
"Are you alright? What happened to you?! Do you want me to call an ambulance?"
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 9, 2010 0:13:51 GMT 1
A twisted grin crawled over his lips, tilting his head just enough to look at the man with one deep orange eye, his body was exhaustedly repairing itself and he looked back down to himself.
"Why....I did it to myself...it's all mine..."
He almost purred the words into existance, closing his eye again, Run along silly little mortal lest you become the object with which he vented years and years of repression.......The last time he'd gotten any was the middle of WWII and even that was....well the slang term is prison sex even if it wasn't technically. And the funny thing is how bad it hurts to live with the object of your unyeilding affection when they seem to not notice your very existance...it makes you want to break....something.....or....someone...
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Post by Kamalia on Jul 9, 2010 10:07:40 GMT 1
Yuki was just reaching for the cellphone that was in one of the side pockets of his bag when he heard the reply and froze. Why anyone at all would want to experience something like that, let alone do it to themselves, he couldn't understand. He too had had his fair share of injuries, both superficial and deep, and he still remembered them all well, but he would never wish to go through with all of that again. So why would this man? Finally he decided to not think about the reason. The man was badly injured and he needed help, whether he liked it or not, and Yuki was sure not going to let him lie on the pavement and bleed to death.
"We need to get you to a hospital..." He said in a low, but firm, voice and took a few steps closer to the injured man. "And we need to stop your bleeding, you seem to have lost a lot of blood already."
It was odd how all of his own problems had disappeared from his mind in. Thoughts of Him had been plaguing him for months now but, as soon as Yuki laid eyes on this bloody man, they all went out the window. After all, there were more important things to be done than wallowing in self pity.
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 9, 2010 16:25:38 GMT 1
The man groaned and shook his head slowly, his eyes re-opening to mere slits as he looked over the man infront of him.
"No...No Hospitals...."
He had no desire to let the doctors put him under a microscope to understand the accelerated healing. He was no one's guinea pig.
"No hospitals, no doctors...."
The smirk curled his lips again
"Unless they're for dinner......But you don't seem the kind of man to sacrifice other people to a-"
He coughed mid sentance, bringing up a mouthful of blood, at least he had done a good job on himself this time, It might even take a whole day to fully heal.
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Post by Kamalia on Jul 9, 2010 17:01:34 GMT 1
No hospitals? No doctors? What kind of person was he? If Yuki had been hurt he definitely would have wanted to get checked out by a professional to make sure he was alright, but this man... did not. Why? Yuki wasn't sure he even wanted to know. There were only so many reasons to avoid a place like a hospital, and none of them were very nice.
"Alright, so no hospital. But we really need to stop your bleeding and get you off the streets. I'm not going to let you bleed to death out here." He had heard the other man say something about dinner and sacrifice, but decided not to pay it any mind. It was probably just some sort of joke, and Yuki was not very good at getting jokes anyway. Instead he closed the final gap between himself and the injured man and reached out a tenative hand. "Will you let me help you?"
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 9, 2010 17:19:21 GMT 1
Haydn cleared the hair from his face then looked up to the man
"Why do you care...?"
He slowly blinked while looking at the man with his strange unnerving eyes before slowly taking the man's hand and starting to get up, his muscles burned and ached, complaining of the movement
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Post by Kamalia on Jul 9, 2010 17:32:10 GMT 1
Yuki smiled gently at the question and helped the other man up. "I care because you are injured, and I do not like to see anyone hurt. So if I can help I will. Even those that I don't know." He hoped that those words, and the honesty in his voice would be enough to reassure the other man. Because he really did want to help, no, he needed to help.
Tilting his head slightly to the side, he brushed some of his long dark hair out of his face and took a better look at the injured man. "Will you be able to walk alright? You can lean on me if you need to." Another kind smile crossed his lips. "Where do you live anyway? Is it far from here?
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 9, 2010 17:44:26 GMT 1
Haydn smirked and steadied himself
"I can walk just fine..it's all superficial anyway"
There were a few injuries that looked like they'd need stitches, He looked around the skyline and scratched his head
"I....can't remember...It's (Insert name of some expensive downtown highrise) with my brother...but...i can't remember how to get there from here....."
As the sentances became longer his japanese was a bit sketchy, his Germanic accent leaving it's mark on a word here or there.
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Post by Kamalia on Jul 9, 2010 18:03:30 GMT 1
Yuki frowned slightly and bit his lip. "Are you sure?" He glanced at the bloodstained clothes again. He was still worried for the other's wellbeing and did not want him to faint or something on the way. The loss of a lot of blood had the tendency to make you a bit whoozy, Yuki knew that from experience.
"Oh, wow. That's uh... fancy. But it is quite far from here..." He trailed off, still chewing slightly on his lip as he thought of what to do. His own apartment was only a couple of blocks away, conveniently close to the School, but he wasn't so sure it was a good idea to invite a stranger to come in... Then again, this stranger was seriously injured and judging from all that blood he wouldn't make it all the way downtown.
"Do you... I mean... Oh dear. Come with me, I'll take you to my home and I'll get you all bandaged up. Then we can see about getting you a taxi or something. Will that... be okay with you?"
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 9, 2010 18:45:46 GMT 1
He nodded slowly
"To be honest..anywhere besides that ritsy apartment with my uptight brother is fine by me...i'd sooner sleep in the gutter than spend the night there...
Reiner...that uptight ponce was the source of all his frustrations...he felt it'd be best not to go back for at least 24 hours, lest he gouge Reiner's eyes out with a spoon.
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Post by Kamalia on Jul 9, 2010 19:05:24 GMT 1
"Okay then." Yuki said with a sigh of relief and smiled at the other man. "It's not far, just a little further down this street." He was a little nervous to have this strange man in his apartment but he tried not to let that show and focused instead on leading the way to the house he lived in. It was no where as grand as where the other man lived with his brother, but it was relatively cheap and close to campus. And it gave him enough room to create his art. His whole livingroom, for example, was filled with scraps of paper and canvas, easels and paints.
"Oh, by the way... My name is Higurashi Yuki and you are..?" It would be nice to have a name to go with the face, so that he did not always have to think of the other as the 'injured man'. Especially if Yuki was going to take care of him tonight.
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 9, 2010 19:19:03 GMT 1
He nodded and slipped his wounded hands into pockets, his eyes half closed and following Yuki's lead
"Haydn...Haydn Valentin..."
His mind wandered and before he knew it really he was speaking again
"You're not like most people...are you?"
The orange eyes peeked from under his blonde mop of hair, looking Yuki up and down...Yuki was rather easy on the eyes in his opinion...
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Post by Kamalia on Jul 9, 2010 19:55:08 GMT 1
"Haydn? I could tell you weren't from here. But I must compliment you on your Japanese, it's very good." Yuki said, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. Besides, it was not often that he met foreigners that spoke his language that well.
"Hm?" The art teacher looked up at the unexpected question and blinked in suprise. "I suppose not... Although I like to think that every man is different from the next." He smiled to himself and then added, "You're not really like anyone I have ever met either..." That was probably a good thing too. Most of the people that Yuki had met in his life hadn't been very nice. With a few rare exceptions of course.
"Ah, here we are." He said and came to a halt in front of a nondescript apartment building.
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 9, 2010 20:16:42 GMT 1
Haydn smirked and shook his head slowly
"I always enjoyed studying languages...Japanese is a beautiful one."
He listened closely as the man spoke then smirked again
"I hope you can keep that ideal..i gave up a long time ago....watching people be so horrible to each other...you lose faith in them being any different than what you have already seen..."
He looked at the apartment building and smiled a bit
"nice"
then again anywhere without his brother was nice at the moment.
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