Good home cooking. (Private)

[Ketsueki Satou]

Another cool day as he strolled through the cave system to the Sietch Zensunna. He slipped into a large mobile crowd rather smoothly as he paced about the town with a smile and shades on. His cheap simple suit covering him as it was a lot cooler in the caves then out in the desert, didn't need flashy summertime cloths. He could be comfortable in his usual attire. He did his best to act casual in a new village. Even with a low blood supply it was manageable. The village had many stray animals running in the alleys that he could just go snatch up at any time. Even a simple rat would do him well. But blood wasn't on the menu at the moment, he was getting something for his lover.

He remembered having to pick up a few things as he wanted to make Kaza a nice meal. What with the Miroku clan having caterers and servants, it didn't feel right eating the food prepared for him. And since Kaza was the only one Satou felt comfortable feeding off of, he had to make sure his love was eating properly. Seeking out the market for food, looking through stalls and stores for ingredients to make a simple vegetable soup. Satou wasn't a culinary genius, he knew good home cooked meals at least.

Popping in and out of stores he carried three bags in one hand and his flask in the other. Having sipped half the flask in less then an hour, he was getting worried. Thinning it out with some liquor he bought at a corner store to mix with the blood. The alcohol helped.

You should really stop feeding us such swill, we're going to get sick again. And what with you only picking one mortal to drink from, i'm growing rather famished Satou.

What the hell did I say?! No one! Not another soul you'll touch. I shouldn't even be so close to Kaza. There were doubts of course, why wouldn't there be. Satou was a monster, He was a danger not only to those he loved but those he was around. Probably people were watching him drink profusely out in broad daytime, well before noon. But he didn't seem to care about public image most days.

People are watching you, you boozer.

F@#$ you @^#% face, think I give a shit people are staring!

Satou glanced around while proudly draining the flask empty in front of an elderly couple. "What, i'm thirsty." He smirked as he just added booze now to the flask. His tongue dried at the back of his throat. The world was beginning to flex and warp a little.

You're going to be an alcoholic again? I thought we were slowly going to stop trying to kill your liver? Should I drag you into a liquor store next? Just drink the entire store why don't you?

Oh please shut the @!#$ up! Down the hatch, the entire bottle he stuffed in his shirt, empty, trashcan, the world was a nice mellow heat against his tanned skin. His chocolate brown eyes flexed a sort of bloodshot color as he walked rather relaxed with his groceries. It was quiet in his head now, it was muffled now by the alcohol, though he may have drank too much. Ten bottles in under three hours was a bit much.

As he was heading back, a few young men bumping into him repeatedly in the crowd. He almost didn't register it at first till he felt weightlessness where he was holding three grocery bags, now remained just pieces of cut bag handles.

He looked up rather perplexed for a moment, as though this never happened yet. "Oh crap, was I robbed?" He turned to look down the street, and the turning made his head spin a bit. He couldn't make out anyone with his groceries. But still, he stumbled after his attackers in the direction they ran. Looking in shops and at people, Acting rather calm while asking random people if they seen anyone running off with groceries.

(mft)

 

[Ayame]

Sitting on the stairs of a shop, Ayame watched the crowd of people. These days were hard for the girl, so she was trying to find something to get her away from her bad thoughts. Nothing seemed to work, so she was just standing there, observing the people. Everyone of them, walking there, with their own thoughts, worries, troubles, dreams, tasks... life seemed so normal for them and that made the girl angry. Maybe this woman that was walking in front of her was going home to cook for her husband. Maybe this guy was here to take some groceries from the shop. That one looked like he was in a hurry, maybe he had an important job.

Then she noticed a few young man. They got her attention, because they were in a hurry, seemed nervous and all of them were watching in one direction. She looked at that directions and noticed.. a man, carrying his groceries. He also seemed drunk.
"Fuck."
Was what she thought and got up. She was well aware of what was going to happen. The young people were too predictable for a girl that lived on the streets stealing and then joined a gang, because of her skills.
"Not like this, idiots..."
She thought when they were close to the stranger. But she was behind them, watching carefully their moves. After they were done with their job they started running. And she ran after them, but the girl was fast. She ran into a side alley. The robbers were behind her now, so she quickly ran into the main street they were running and started walking in front of them, like a commoner, who didn't suspect anything.
Ayame planned to steal their money and give them the to the man they stole from, but something crossed her mind. She was like them long ago. Stealing groceries was stupid, but they needed to eat. Living on the streets was hard. She often stayed hungry in the cold, cause she didn't manage to steal from someone. Staying hungry in the cold was what made her good at stealing.
She started walking again and the robbers were close, so she looked into the ground, while walking against them.
"But they have to learn..." came to her mind, before the impact.
The one who was caring the bags bumped into her. Ayame made a move with her hand that seemed like she was trying to cover her face, but she actually pushed the bags out of his hands with her elbow and everything fell on the ground.
- FUCK! - he screamed.
The moment he took a step forward to continue running she twits around him to look like she wanted to get away from his way. Ayame had to be fast, so the girl grabbed her tanto and cut the the handle of little bag with money he had on his waist. 3 seconds, the stealing lasted 3 seconds and the guy didn't realize he was the robber who got robbed.

Ayame was good at that, because she managed to stay low and blend in to the crowd. For the robbers she was just a passing faceless girl, like the other people in the street. She was one of the many they pushed aside to get through. And being invisible and unnoticed was the greatest strength to a thief. That's way earlier she looked into the ground, because her eyes were noticeable - bloody crimson red.

Then the little girl that was only 1m and 50cm tall would go to the drunk stranger, hand him the bag with the money and say:
- Thief is not the one who steals, but the one that is caught. These guys deserved to get caught. This is for your troubles, it should be enough to buy your groceries and other stuff.

[MFT]
WC: 641

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

(.....I could have sworn I posted here last night lmao XD)

Satou stopped, giving up on chasing after faces he didn't know, people who probably had far more difficult lives then himself. And who was he? He was a shinobi. Someone who had a job, who could get money whenever he wanted.He knew many who were more then wealthy enough to help him when asked. He scratched the back of his neck with one hand while the other fished for his smokes and his flask. He sipped the last few drops. #@!$

A soft raspy chuckle from the back of his mind, causing him to tense as he was walking back up the street to redo his shopping for a decent meal. But paused when a girl approached him. She talked rather straight forward, as though she was well beyond her years from appearance. Offering Satou some money for his troubles. The demonic man smiled with a simple gesture she felt an invisible hand take the bag and levitate it to Satou's hand which gripped and weighed the bag. It wasn't even close to enough to cover the ingredients for a simple vegetable soup. So, they were too poor to buy even simple meals for themselves. He placed the small back inside his simple suit, he felt a small twist of guilt. Maybe he'll try looking for them after and return the money.

But his attentions returned to the girl. "Thanks, I appreciate it. Names Satou, Ketsueki Satou. I'm traveling from Kumogakure with my boyfriend who lives here. The ingredients were for his soup. But I think I can afford more now. Care to join me to make some Vegetable soup? I'll make you a bowl as thanks." He dragged his cigarette hard as he needed to finish it before stepping inside a public store. As he greeted the cashier and grabbed a basket to gather the ingredients in he did'nt bother to look if the girl was following him. He was within his mind. His black shades hid the mindless stare of his eyes.

So, we gonna eat her?
No, leave her out of this, she's just a kid!
A kid that was able to steal from a fully grown man without looking like she got a scratch on her. She has skill, power, I wanna taste it through the blood.
Doesn't matter who she is, shinobi or not. She's not food.
Well, to us she is, well, every living creature on this planet is my food.
Just shut up and let me think clearly dammit!
No, I think you should pay attention to us more. You drink the swill of blood and alcohol to deter me, but no matter how much poison you sip, or simple animals you sink your teeth into. Humans are delicious, you know it, your mouth waters just thinking about sinking your teeth into her pretty little neck. I know i'm salivating at the thought.
Shut.up.now!

He didn't take any packs with him, all he had was his cigarettes and random animals in the streets. He'd have to gather a cat or dog to sate himself with. He wondered if the girl would mind waiting on him as he went searching for a meal of his own. He was quick to gather the things he needed, he already knew what he needed and where to get it. His mouth and throat dry as the sands. He was quick to pay the cashier and was out the door in record time.

 

[Ayame]

Ayame watched in amazement when the bag was lifted from her hand. She met interesting people here in Suna, but it seems that there were more and more.
It looked like Satou felt guilty for taking the bag, but that was stupid.
- These people deserved it. They could find jobs or they could train to get better at stealing. Petty robbers at their age are the worst, I saw that they were going steal from you when they were meters away from you.
The man introduced himself and he said he was making a soup for his boyfriend. The fact that a male person had a male lover wasn't the thing that intrigued the girl. She wasn't from the people that judged other people lives and she accepted everything in anyone. Only how they acted towards her was important. The thing that was strange for the girl was that he was able to find love in this world. To trust that guy, to make kind gestures just to make him feel good, to care for him... these kinds of feelings were strange for the girl. Her whole life she spend with the thought that people were targets, you're on your own and trusting others is wrong. These things changed when she met her adoptive father Nataku, but to love someone as a father was different from that. That thing happened without her realizing it, but Satou and his boyfriend maybe intentionally did this.
"How this thing with love works? You just pick some random guy you like from the crowd and tell him "I like you, let's try to love, trust and care for each other?""
In her entire life she has never seen a couple that loved each other. She lived with people that didn't had a place for love in their lives. This was weakness that could be used against you, that was the lesson she learned from them.

Ayame thought for a second when the man introduced himself. Should she introduce herself with her real name, or go with Kurosawa Ayame? She never introduced herself with her real name, but something made her to do it. She wanted to know what she would feel.
- I'm Uchiha Ayame.
Pure Uchiha blood flowed through her veins. Wasn't this the best meal for a bloodsucker? Delicious Uchiha blood from a 13 year old child that kept her body not contaminated with bad food, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs and kept it well trained.

Ayame felt strange when she introduced herself with her real name. And guilty.

The man offered her to prepare a bowl of soup for her. Does this mean that she would meet his boyfriend? That she would see what was family like? Two people, one cooking for the other out of love. At that moment she regretted that she never had the chance to live in a normal family like most people did, so she was more than interested to see what was like. And it was a chance to escape from her dark thoughts.
- I accept the offer. - She said with a smile. After he bought the groceries he went somewhere, but the girl quickly followed him.

[MFT]
WC: 533

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

As he walked and gathered the ingredients he had listened to the girls words and let them simmer for a bit. Yes, petty theft of any kind is inexcusable. An individual can always find better was to obtaining something. Through hard labor of their own or by transactions of trade. The man in a cheap suit stopped as he inspected some of the vegetables. Placed them in a basket and had purchased what he needed again, with a bit extra. He walked outside and she was still around. She had accepted his offer of a decent meal, and with it came her name. Uchiha Ayame.

Satou gave a little bow in response. "Nice to meet you Ayame-chan. And as for the guys who stole my food, they could have been in rather dire trouble. We don't know each others struggles, only at face value we can judge people by their actions. I won't fault them for the actions they took, till I know their story, come." He waved with his hand for her to follow at casual pace as he lit a new cigarette and inhaled slowly. He had to get the smell of blood out the air for himself. The smell of humans around him, the blood flowing under the skin. Their tiny hearts beating in different rhythms, an orchestra of organs playing around him. As he walked breath slowly the wafts of smoke passed by, he spoke rather calmly. "I'm guessing you've lived here your whole life? Do you normally patrol around stopping thieves and vagabonds? Being a shinobi and all." He puffed his cigarette as he paced casually in the direction where she had come from.

Almost retracing her path to where she had stopped the robbers from getting away, but stopped a couple meters away from the location. "So, I'm gonna need your help tracking them down." He took his half finished smoke and flicked it at a wall as he looked along the ground, spotting a small trail of spilled food. "I want to make sure they get what they deserve." He spoke rather calmly, he didn't seem to have any malice about him. He looked more out of place and aloof. His dark chocolate eyes revealed as he put the shades away, they were burning gently with a thin line of heat behind the chocolate brown.

You're gonna eat them, right?
No.
Well, then who am I to feast on!? You won't take the girl, you won't take the humans.

As the voice of the demon rattled on in his mind Satou massaged his temples. The strain was pressing him, his chest was dry and so was his throat. Maybe an animal in an alleyway? He did'nt have time to make excuses to hide from Ayame the truth of what he was. He didn't seem to mind Ayame being around him in this state. He casually walked nearby a cut off down the street, Leaning in with an open ear for a few moments. Listening, then with a wave of his hand a rat cam screaming out of a dumpster through the air and he caught it with the same hand, bringing it to his mouth as he bit into it. Its screeching halted immediately as he broke its neck, taking out his flask and pouring it into his metal flask. The thick droops of red poured in slowly. Satou glanced over at Ayame. Tossing the rat, the sipped the flask while saying. "We all have our struggles." Before capping the flask and slipping it back into his clothing.

The burning slowed, the dryness smoothed down his chest. But it'll only be a minor escape. He slowly paced back to Ayame, he wondered if the girl feared him now more then anything. He hoped she wasn't, but wouldn't hold it against her if she felt uneasy around him. He still had an air of calm about him, almost a sadness in his dark chocolate eyes. "Think you can pull off the job of finding our sticky fingered friends?"

 

[Ayame]

The girl walked right beside Satou. He had manners and she wasn't used to that. The little bow he gave her surprised her. Her expression was confused and she looked at him almost ashamed, cause she didn't know how to react. So she bowed back, but the bow looked more like a falling tree, than a graceful bow.
They continued walking and the girl thought that Satou seemed nervous. Something was wrong with him, but she didn't knew what. Ayame carefully observed his reactions and studied his every move. She didn't do that on purpose, it was just habit she had from her old "job", but it was a useful one.
His cigarette.
His flask.
His glasses.
His eyes underneath the glasses.
This revealed much to the girl, but he tried to act calm and he acted really good. Maybe he was used to act like he is okay, that's why he was good at it. Maybe the crowd of people made him nervous, but he still went outside to get ingredients and prepare a meal for his boyfriend.
Or maybe the girl was wrong. Too much happened lately, so it wouldn't surprise her if she was wrong about him.
But then another sign appeared - he massaged his temples.
Satou said earlier that we don't know each others struggles, only at face value we can judge people by their actions. That made her think "With what struggles are you dealing with?".

The man asked her a question. She wasn't sure how to respond. That made her realize how confusing her situation was.
- I... - she made a pause. She came here with a mission to steal from Nataku. The mission was a failure, but she ended up enrolled in the academy by him. She ended up loving him as a father and it seemed that he felt her as a daughter too. But Nataku was a messed up man and now he needed some time alone, so she left his house and wandered the streets like "good" old days.
Ayame let out a sigh.
- I'm new here, actually. I'm not a shinobi. I don't usually care if something bad happens to someone, I won't help some stranger. I was here cause I needed to clear my head and this is a situation that can keep me away from bad thoughts.
She faked a smile at him.

Satou walked near a dumpster and Ayame reluctantly followed him.
- Uhm... what are we.. - then she froze. The man caught a rat in the air and bit the rat. Then he broke the rat's neck and poured the blood into his flask and took a sip from it.
She wasn't scared. Thing like that couldn't scare her and she didn't cared that much about her life anymore. She was curious and that man managed to distract her from her thoughts. He paced back to Ayame and at this moment she started to laugh.
- Are you on a diet or something?
But then she saw sadness in his eyes. The girl looked at the ground feeling guilty for laughing.
- I'm sorry, Satou-san.
She looked at his chocolate eyes.
- I think I can help you find these people. It won't be hard, I think you noticed the trail of blood on the ground. But... I want to ask you... why did you drink that blood? A rat's blood...

[MFT]
WC: 570

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

Satou sipped at the canteen a bit more before tucking it away, he had to stop or else he might not be able to after a few more sips. "I find it rather interesting, someone of a shinobi clan who isn't into being a ninja themselves. Were you not able to use your clans special talent. Those Sharingan eyes their famous for?" He was rather forward with questions, he wasn't all that good at keeping a more mannered approach. She herself had witnessed what he was in a sense. His feeding on blood, of course it wasn't natural for humans to drink the blood of other sentient animals. Her amusement in it made him smile a bit, yet his worry of her reaction seemed to cause her to withdraw from her spontaneous remarks. Adding onto her remarks was the question of why he drank blood. He didn't mind sharing the truth, even though he knew majority of the time it only would bring danger to him.

Satou had stood looking at the child with soft human like eyes, but slowly the began to glow a heated ember, then on fire as if the sun was stuck in his eyes. He moved closer, kneeling down in front of her he let the cloak of the demon alpha(m) unfold around him like a cowl of darkness. A cape of nothingness that no eyes could see through. Tangible darkness reaching out to touch across the ground. His smile was still coy as he laughed at the girls comment of a diet. "Yes, you could call it a diet." His burning eyes looked to the small trail of dark red leading down into one of the many lower district housing. He could smell the trail from several blocks, its how he managed to get this far.

"I am a monster Ayame-chan. I was once human, like you. But I was born in a village of rather sick minded people. My mother, may she rest in peace, was forced to birth me as a sacrifice to the villages "god". I was offered to a demon, and as such he was going to use me as a vessel, to walk the earth and cause nothing but destruction and chaos for the human race. But what he didn't expect, was my will power to exist. I won the battle for my existence. But I constantly fight with it, to battle in my mind its sickened thoughts. My body altered by its power, to sustain myself on the blood of living animals, not just rats, cats, dogs or other strays of the wild. Humans, are its preferred delicacy. But I refuse to give in to what the monster desires. I'll chew on rats till my dying breath. " His smile was still calm and pristine as he let the cloak vanish into a mist of black across the ground, standing now he looked down to the house that the blood trail.

"So you wounded the person who robbed me?" He asked, with o inclination behind his words. "Hopefully they bandaged themselves up." He mumbled as he followed the trail with Ayame tagging along, letting her lead the way. Seeing if she had a decent amount of tracking skills, he wondered if he would happen upon a wounded human, the smell of blood on the ground made him reach for the flask. but he breathed more slowly to calm himself.

 

[Ayame]

"Shinobi clan... Sharingan eyes..."
His words echoed through the girl's head.
She laughed for a second, but he could notice that she faked it. Her face changed, as if something was troubling her. The man pierced right through her weak spot with that suggestion.
She remained silent for a second, wondering if it was okay to tell him a little bit about herself. What more could she lose?
The man looked at her. She lifted up her head, so she could watch him in the eyes. At first his look was normal, soft, almost like there wasn't a monster inside of him. All of a sudden his eyes changed and that intrigued the girl.
"Amazing..." she thought.
He knelt before her, so now they were around the same height, she watched him straight in the eyes.
"More tricks?" she asked herself.
Then.. she saw it.
Darkness surrounded the man. You couldn't see through it, like it was consuming every bit of light.
"What?!"
Her eyes opened widely, she took a step backwards and placed her hand on her tanto, ready to draw it any second.
“Fuck!” came to her mind.
This was… to real. The man started to look a lot like the shadows in her nightmares that didn’t let her sleep.
Was she going crazy? Why now? The doctors told her it’s a matter of time before she loses her mind, but now?!
The man started explaining. Nothing happened, he didn’t attack her like the shadows in her dreams usually did. She felt calmer. Waiting to lose her mind made her feel like she already lost it.
“This is too much…” she thought.
Listening to his story made her think that there were more people out there that had a bad past. But they managed to cope with it and became stronger. Like that guy.
How hard for him was to fight this demon everyday? Wake up with this, try to not harm other people, try to be as human as possible, and then go to bed with it… it must be exhausting.
She looked at the ground with a sad look. Everyone had it’s own battle, but how someone was able to fight it so well? She wanted to give up on everything so many times, but this man… he didn’t gave up.
- Satou-san… - she said quietly – aren’t you tired of fighting him every single day? Don’t you wish… for this to be over? Just to live a normal life where things aren’t as bad as now? How do you keep going?
He was honest with her. So she had to be honest with him.
- I might be of this great clan, but… I wasn’t raised by them. I didn’t know why they were so great. Would it be crazy to say I come from another dimension?
She laughed.
- My father locked me there. The time in that other dimension stood still, so I was a baby there. He locked me there, because our family was in danger. Don’t know the specifics, don’t care. He died and I was free from that place. Caretaker from an orphanage found me. I waited for so long there. Waited for them to find me. At the age of 9 I realized they weren’t coming. I hated them. I wanted to kill them. Never wanted to learn anything about that amazing Uchiha clan. I was everything, but Uchiha.
I escaped from the orphanage when I was 9. Lived on the streets, improving other talents. I was a thief. The only way I could survive. I can’t count the times when I was cold and hungry, just because I wasn’t good enough with stealing. But I improved. That’s way these pathetic robbers annoy me. They should learn or they should stay hungry and die. There is no other way.
I managed to steal from someone that was in a gang. These people specialize in stealing, kidnapping and killing. That was the day I joined them. I was the best at stealing. Never had a failure until… I came here. I didn’t managed to steal from a man. He caught me. It was the day that man became the most important thing in my life. He became my father. I had a family finally. Shortly after I met my real brother and learned that my Uchiha family is dead. From there… things started to go down. I’m about to lose my father, I feel it. Imagine it… you love your boyfriend so much, but he is changing. You can see the end of you two and there’s nothing you could do. Because you are weak and pathetic. You know if you lose that man… you’ll lose yourself. I’m not a shinobi. I never was and never will be. I don’t care about that. But I’m HIS daughter and I’ll fight for that, even if it leads to my death.
She smiled softy at him. She just undressed her soul to a stranger. For first time. She wasn’t scared that a complete stranger learned these things. Nothing could hurt her anymore.
A woman screamed, while they were walking and talking after the bloody lead on the ground.
The girl quickly looked at her. She seemed angry and there was a blood stain on her dress.
- God damn it that guy! Bumped into me and left his dirty blood all over my dress!
Ayame looked at the ground. The bloody trail continued. She saw a bloody footprint too and knelt, looking at it.
- He is bleeding pretty badly.
The girl pointed to some dark side alley.
- He is not far. Look, the blood trail leads to there.
They kept walking, but when she saw that the blood trail ended in some old house she started running towards the house.
She was impatient little girl, she didn’t even turn to see if Satou was behind her.
Ayame entered the house. Everything was dusty and dark, broken chairs, tables, spider webs. She noticed that the blood trail was bigger and followed the trail to some other room and saw the man. But he was dead.
- This wound cannot kill him. –said quietly to herself.
She knelt beside him, inspecting the body.
- The wall behind him is covered in blood. His shirt – torn. His wound on the chest – from a sharp blade, bigger than my tanto. The blood is still hot, he died minutes ago. It’s a long wound, but not deep enough to kill him so fast. His hands – his nail are bloody. He was dragged here.To die?
She tore off his shirt.
- Deep wound in the heart. He was stabbed, maybe with the same weapon. Now that explains why he died so fast. But who…
- You will never stop talking to yourself while you’re inspecting something, right Ayame?
A voice came behind her and she quickly turned.
The right hand of the leader of the gang locked the door. There were 3 man standing behind him.
“Fuck” came to her mind “Satou is on the way…”
But she did not think of that, because she needed help. She didn’t want him to be in danger because of her.
The girl draw her tanto.
- 4 vs 1, not fair. You afraid? – she asked him with a wicked smile.
- Afraid? From you? A 13 year old girl that barely reaches my waist?
- But with sharingan.
He furrowed his brows in anger and ran towards her, drawing his katana. He easily managed to disarm the girl, plus wounding her on the right wrist. Red blood poured from her pale white wrist, covering her palm.
The man pinned her up on the wall with his hand. Her legs could not reach the ground.
- So you finally unlocked it. Good. Now we can have your precious eyes.
He was too strong for her, so she wasn’t able to release herself from his grip. The girl activated her sharingan and gazed upon his eyes. A horrifying illusion flowed in his mind, but he still kept her pinned on the wall.
She got the sharingan maybe a week ago? It was her first time she was using it and she felt how it slowly drained her powers and wasn't sure how to use it properly.
She had to think of something quickly.

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

After a little show of power, he was back to his normal self. Stoic and solid in posture as he walked calmly, his eyes were soft as he talked, listening to the young girls words when she asked a question that picked at his brain for a very long time. He almost laughed, he didn't think she would have such a serious question so quickly. But he was still fine with replying in a docile tone of voice, but there was a deep sadness behind the words.

"When haven't I? Every day, every day I wake up out of bed and look in the mirror to see it staring back at me, not my own image. I have to look at the world in it's eyes, that everything and everyone becomes twisted in horrors that are to much for words to describe. Eating normal food is difficult and I constantly crave to consume life. But I bare it, I swallow the pain and close my eyes to the horror, because I won't let anyone else suffer my fate. No one deserves this life, but it is my responsibility that no one else suffers. So I continue on." He had a sense of duty to keep, to protect everyone from the monster inside. To be human again, to make home made soup. His smile stayed warm as he stayed with Ayame, listening to her as his feet were slow in pace.

"I see, I'm sorry to hear. The Uchiha are a rather interesting bunch. A dimension? No, not far fetched i'd say. The demon in my head had once said ,this is but one plain of existence to walk around. I don't doubt your story, I'm sorry to hear about your past. What you have suffered, made you stronger, you survived on your strengths alone and succeeded to strive where others fail. I'm glad you found someone as family, don't give up hope Ayame-chan. If you want, I can have a talk with this man you deemed your father. You deserve happiness, the both of you." He talked as they paced the trail, till a woman exclaimed a man had wiped his blood on her.

The smell was intoxicating, Satou's eyes wandered away from the mass of blood on the woman's dress and just followed Ayame, paying attention to her tracking. "Good job Ayame, i'm sure we'll find him soon e-" She then took off running when she followed the trail to a house. The situation seemed to grow rather dire as the man looked to have spilled too much blood. And of course Satou was looking as well, nail marks on the ground, multiple foot tracks down the alley along with the smear of blood, a body wasn't walking at this point, it was dragged to the little house Ayame had run off into. Shit. A trap? He saw the door close and cussed aloud.

He knew how this was set up, bait and trap her. He had little time to think, he simply acted as his body shot down the path like a bullet, hitting the door, not even checking the lock. Pressing tremendous force of kinetic energy that the door shattered and exploded, taking out one of the three completely with a rain of splintered wood. Walking into the little house, Satou looked rather calm. "Cozy place, a little messy, but could use a bit touching up." Of course one of the thugs had some strength to withstand the kinetic blast from the door, standing up and charging Satou rather foolishly as the thug suddenly went upwards and through the ceiling yelling at the top of his lungs. Satou chuckled. Looking over at the third, who seemed to be almost pissing himself spoke some kind of prayer. "It doesn't believe in your gods." He then punched air and the man was slugged across the face unconscious.

Finally his attention was on the man pinning poor Ayame to the wall. His eyes started to burn like tiny suns trapped in the sockets as he reached out with one hand and began to violently strangle the Leader with Kinetic force, crushing the mans windpipe and adam's apple with a clenched fist. He would have used more power to snap the mans neck or severe the head from the body. But weakening him would give Ayame enough chance to escape and gain the upper hand. He felt exhaustion run through his body as his legs grew weak. But he continued to abuse Ayame's attacker with Kinetic punches to his kidney's to give him sudden freezing muscle pain through the abdomen. All the while standing there with glowing eyes, staring at the girl, watching what she will do next.

 

[Ayame]

Her attacker became weaker. Ayame made a seal and faded into the darkness, becoming one with the shadows. Then she reappeared behind him. He turned towards her, just to see her making another seal. The ground beneath him darkened with pure black shadows, in which several tendrils of darkness appeared, gripping his hand and feet, forcing the victim to kneel on the ground. They now were the same height.
Ayame never felt better.
She got close to him with smile. The look in her eyes was different. It wasn't innocent as before. A sea of madness raged there. The girl started seeing shadows around with her peripheral vision, but when she tried to look directly at them they disappeared.
Her schizophrenia.
She looked again at the man and saw him as a shadow.
She took a step backwards, with disbelief in her eyes.
- They're here!
She said to Satou. But except that one man, no one was here. No one alive.
The defensive mechanisms in her body awakened.
Her sharingan activated.
The tendrils pierced right through the enemy's body, that spilled blood from his wounds.
Ayame turned to see Satou, but she didn't relized she used her Insidious Gaze on him.
She show him an illusion of what was inside her mind. He would see the shadows that lurked around and he'd feel the fear she felt towards them. She showed him part of her madness.
The girl realized what she was doing and fell on her knees, closing her eyes.
- Help me... - she whispered - I'm sorry... If you really want to help me don't talk to my father... give me a part of your demon in me. He'd control the madness, and I'd give him what he needs... maybe he'll help me to get my father back... I'll be in your debt forever.
She stood there with her eyes closed. She was afraid that she might somehow hurt Satou.

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

He stood and watched with ember eyes. The glow from them almost looked like they radiated past the darkness of her insanity. He watched as her eyes had caste some illusion, but he was used to illusions. His eyes only showed worry for her. She was far more then troubled, and she needed his help. In his mind, images of multiple humans kneeling before him. Begging for help, begging for power to change their fate. Satou's eyes held a sadness, because when she begged for the demon to help her with madness. Satou shook his head. "You know not what you ask..." He whispered, he paced about the room now, he had to think. He had to help her in some way, but to give her even a part of it. The creature would torment her with far more terrifying things then shadows of monsters.

"It does not wish to help you, it will instead torture you with a life that you do not wish to have. Your mind will be constantly contested for sanity at every turn. People,animals even plant life and structures become twisted amalgamations of its being. I've grown used to the horrors, grown numb to it. But I've lost time and time again, screaming into the night from the nightmares and visions it plagues me with. I've never allowed it to leave me, never to touch another's life." He waved his hand drawing a chair to sit down in front of her. He felt weak, and the pungent smell of blood was making him twitch. His body wanted to lunge out and tare through the dead bodies, to feed, to eat. The whispers in the back of his mind were growing louder.

Kaza save me, what am I going to do? He wished his love was here to hold him, he could not think of a solution to this.
Feed on her, end her suffering...
Silence, shut up and leave me be, I need to think.
No, I am hungry. And I tire of your chastity.

Satou didn't have time to react when everything went dark.

Spoiler

He found himself in the room, the bookshelves, the fireplace, the wooden lacquered floor. But he didn't hear its breathing, looking over to the chair beside him. Empty. "#@!$." He cursed aloud as he shot out the chair and ran for the door of the room. As he touched the handle he was flung backwards at the fireplace with tremendous force, Shattering through the stone bricks, metal mesh and the flames of the fire itself engulfed him. He could felt the burning cinders his his flesh, burning his skin and cloths. He thrashed about yelling in anger as he peeled off burning lumber that was attaching to singed flesh. Cursing and breathing slowly to calm himself, he knew this was all mental pain. Standing from the burning broken rubble he immediately charged for the door again. But once more he was thrown aside, this time through a bookshelf that collapsed onto him

His eyes burned brighter, his posture was more relaxed now. The blackened chakra wafted off him like black dust in the dimly lit room. Satou's voice was a bit deeper, smoother and less dried. "Tell me child, would you walk through hell to no longer be afraid?" His smile was crooked, as though he didn't know how to smile. His elongated fangs showing rather clearly along his pearly whites. "I can make it all disappear, and all you have to do. Is give up your humanity." He beckoned her close. "I will take upon your blood, and you, mine. With it your body will become stronger, you will remain forever young, your mind will be ever stronger and the shadows will no longer be a bother to you. You will walk this earth a different being, a being without fear. What say you,child?"

 

[Ayame]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2QX6Lm4iXE​

Ayame open her eyes with fear. She knew her powers were dangerous and she never used them before. The little girl tried so hard to control it. No one taught her how. She was learning how her sharingan worked now.
Satou didn't even blink when she cast that illusion on him.
"With what demon's are you dealing, Satou... you showed no reaction..." - came to her mind.

Ayame was a different kind of Uchiha. She was felt like she was the black sheep of the clan. Her brother - he was a powerful Uchiha, trained in battles and blood. He had the opportunity to be taught by an Uchiha. But Ayame was left alone in the world. She learned about the clan and felt as she didn't belong there. She wasn't great, she wasn't a shinobi and had no desire to be one, she wasn't mighty... the only thing she knew was how to steal. She never felt as an Uchiha. She never felt like a part of anything.

The girl stood up and looked at Satou with her sharingan eyes. She was careful now not to cast again an illusion. The girl listened to him and absorbed the information.
- You don't understand, Satou-san. I guess you will never understand. But I beg you.
She'd to anything for the people she loved. She never loved anyone, but now when Nataku became her father and Izura showed up something in the girl changed. And Nataku was about to abandon her, because of his twisted self. She had to be able to stay sane and fight. Fight for him. Or die for him.

The man sat on a chair in front of her. Ayame noticed that he didn't feel well. The girl got close to him with concerned look in her eyes. His body twitch. Ayame placed her hand on his shoulder.
- Satou-san, do I did this? Are you okay, Satou-san?
Silence. The room was dark and dusty. It looked like a ghost house and maybe it was. Dead bodies lied around the two people in their own puddles of blood.
Ayame asked a complete stranger for something unimaginable, but there was no time to think for her safety or to get to know the guy. She felt that soon she'll have to face her deepest fears and she had to be prepared. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

There was no reaction from Satou. Ayame was confused and the silence made her anxious. The Uchiha removed her hand from Satou's shoulder as soon as she noticed the black chakra.
- What... - she whispered.
And saw them. These weren't Satou's eyes. Not anymore. Someone or something else looked through them. Just like Nataku. Her eyes watered when she remembered how Nataku turned to someone else. Just like Satou now. These people... these people were twisted. But they were capable of love. And they deserved to be loved.
At this moment Ayame was sure. 100% sure that she'd do anything for Nataku. She wiped off her tears and looked at this creature with determination. He said powerful things to her. Exactly what she wanted. She was well aware not to trust him, but she needed him. Ayame made a cut on the right side of her neck, got close to the demon and showed it.
- I'm doing this, because of my father. I need to stay sane and I have to get stronger. I will feed you with real blood if you're willing to help me in this.
"I'm sorry, Satou..." - she thought - "Please don't hate me..."
If the demon accepted the offer and drink from her blood he'd be able too see everything and maybe Satou would be able to explain to himself why the girl did this.
He would see the other dimension. Memories that she didn't even remember, because she was a baby, but still... they were locked in her consciousness
He would see her memories from the orphanage. She was a troublesome child there, always making bad stuff.
He'd see how she ran away from there.
He'd see how she joined the gang as a thief.
He'd see how they tortured her, trying to awake her sharingan.
He'd see her arrival here. Meeting Nataku, while trying to steal from him.
He'd see how Nataku healed her and held her when she had nightmares.
He'd feel how her anger turned into love. How Nataku became a sanctuary for her. And how bad she was hurt right now.
He'd see things that she hid, even from herself.
He'd be the only person to know her so well. The only person to know where to press so it hurt. To know her weaknesses. Her souls would be naked in front of him.
This was a risk she was willing to take.
He would take upon her blood and she'd take upon his.
But... what was she going to see about Satou?

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

The demon only stared, smiling as the girl was timid at first, but held fast to her determination. Even going as far as to bleed herself before the monster sitting in front of her. The demons eyes were filled with an excited glee, as was his voice. "Lovely sweet child, you show such passion for those you love. That courage and dedication will now be rewarded." He raised from the chair, lifting his hand as she could feel kinetic energy lift her up off the ground and into his arms, pulling her close to the cold stone like body as one free hand gently pulled her hair aside, exposing the neck wound, the demon did not hesitated to gorge itself on the red nectar flowing from the cut.

It suckled loudly, even going further as to bite down into soft flesh. More, I want more. The bite would sting but a moment, only to ebb away into a euphoric tingling along her body till all she would feel is the pulling of her blood through the wound. His loud gulps and slurps filled the deafening silence of the room. Though the monster had to slow down, if it drank too quickly, the heart would give up. No he wanted to savor this moment, the sweet bitter iron. How he missed feeding like this. Perhaps later he'd drain a couple humans to sate himself.

Spoiler

While the demon drank, it's power slowly reached out to her fading consciousness. Dragging her slowly into its mind, showing to her the span of time that Satou had walked the earth. She would see Civilizations never recorded, to walk in the streets that were open blue skies above. She could smell the food, feel the people brushing up against her as they walked by. Ahead of her she would see, him, dressed in black robes that looked tattered and torn through years of abuse, his long unkempt mane of raven hair. He turned to her, but as he did so the whole world shifted into something grotesque.

The people became monsters around her, creatures horribly disfigured and decayed, their beady eyes sunken in, staring upon her. Their mangled twisted arms and hands reach out with clawing nails upon her. The next second, she was in the desert, the hot scorching sands under her feet. The heavy bright light of the sun overhead as the vast expanse around her sang of desperation and desolation. Only for a few moments though, as soon enough she'd feel the rumbling of the earth beneath her, once forth spewing from the earth like some horrid disease monsters of all imaginations poured from the ground, rocketing up around her towards the sky. Blotting it out in chaos, covering the sun itself in world of despair. Before her started to crawl people, but they looked decayed and long since dead. Yet screamed and yelled as they all began skittering and crawling about the sands into a corpse pile. higher and higher the mountain of dead grow, Soon into the growth the peak halted, towering over her. At the top, the mountain began to form a chair of the dead. Emerging from the dead, in his black tattered clothing, Satou sat before her. His deep, dark red eyes shine upon her. A blink, and once more the scene changes like that of a television dial being turned.

Now in a room, a quiet softened room. She could feel the cool wooden lacquered floor on her feet. The soft smell of wood burning in the fireplace that sat in the wall on the far end of the room. In front of the fire sat two winged chairs, sitting in one of the seats was Satou in his current wears, a cheap suit and cloths. His hair well cut as it was in the current time. His attention fixated on the fire but he spoke aloud to her. "Don't be afraid. " Was all he could whisper before she could feel the ground give underneath her into a pool of blood, as she falls into the pool everything became clear once more, and she was in that desolate little home with Satou holding her in his arms as he fed upon her.

Now the monster had something fun to try. As he drank he kept a close ear to the sound of her pulse, it slowing down now. Less oxygen to her brain would mean she'd feel rather light headed and weak from several pints being lost. For a young body, it would not be dire, but she would have to avoid fighting for several hours. As the demon pulled its now warmed, blood smeared lips from the girls neck. He held her face in his hands, staring into her eyes. Making sure she was still conscious. And she was, her breathing was slow, eyes still looked about.

Satou held her still, now taking his wrist and biting deeply into it, gouging it out to bleed heavily. Then pressing it to the girls mouth the demon whispered into her ear. "Drink child, drink. Drink and never again feel the fear that plagues you." It's insidious voice sounding as though it would crawl into her mind. The blood against her lips tasted bitter, but almost burning softly against the skin, drinking mouthful after mouthful, her body would feel warm. Almost the same as when being fed upon, except now it felt like her body was changing in some way, to what, only time could tell.

Then demon sat back down on the chair with the girl in his arms, his wrist to her mouth, to feed her desire to change.

Elder One's Dreams

Spoiler

CRPJ's Effect: When the mass of chakra is moving about it sometimes wishes to venture into the minds of other mortals. But sadly it is not powerful enough to leap from one mind to the other while the subject is conscious. The person under the jutsu must be under heavy sleep, as even light sleep can break the jutsu if the person so much as tosses or turns they can break from the "nightmares". Some of the dreams include visions from the demon, sometimes the individual may experience hidden memories or events of their life or even that of Satou's Memories. The Jutsu lasts as long as the subject is asleep.

Blood Of The Elder One

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CRPJ's Effect:
Satous blood carries a demonic disease due to his demonic possession and heritage. Subjects to ingest or injected with the infected blood, will slowly suffer demonic mutations over period of time and exposure. Different side effects vary upon creatures. Some become eldritch horrors, others suffer minor demonic changes to even a chance of being induced Demonic Heritage from the blood.
Requires multiple doses depending on life forms size to show noticeable effects. Smaller the creature, the faster the effects show in span from hours, to days with more larger creatures. Once a creature has become tainted with demonic blood, they themselves begin to produce demonic blood of the Elder One. Those with strong immune systems have been known to resist the disease.

(Sorry took awhile to post, dealing with migraines >.<)

 

[Ayame]

As Satou raised from the chair, Ayame felt how something was pulling her to him. That force lifted her up centimeters above the ground and pulled her closer and closer. But she didn't try to resist. This was her choice. Her destiny.
He got her in his arms. She felt his body. It was cold... why it was cold...
Then the man started drinking from her. At first the girl didn't feel anything. But this was not enough for the demon. He bit her neck.
A silent "Ah..." came out of the girl's mouth and nothing more. Even though she didn't mind the pain, Ayame instinctively placed her hands on his chest and held his shirt tight.
All of this was new to her. And unpleasant. But she had to bear it. For the sake of the people she loved.

Ayame felt strange that moment. Something was happening in her head. She wasn't here anymore.

Spoiler

"Where am I?"
She smelled food and looked up at the blue skies. It was so peaceful.
The girl looked around the crowd of people and noticed Satou.
- Satou-san! - her voice echoed. She reached at him with her hand and ran at his direction, but the change of scenery around her made her stop in one place.
People around her changed. They seem more like a monsters, everyone of them staring at her, reaching out for her with their monster hands.
- Get away from me, freaks! - she reached for her tanto.

The next second she was somewhere else.
"What is happening?!"
The girl squat on the ground and took hot sand in her hand. As she raised up, she dropped the sand and looked around. The sun was too bright for her to be able to see everything.
"What am I supposed to do here?"
Ayame took a step forward and the ground beneath her started to rumble.
"Earthquake?"
No. It was something horrible.
Dead people started to crawl in front of her, screaming, making horrible sounds.
"Am I in hell?" she thought, as she watcher the corpses forming a large pile with their bodies, covering the sun.
She could see from bellow the forming of a chair... no, a throne out of corpses. And then she saw him once again. Satou sat on his hellish throne, watching her from above.
- Who are you, Satou-san?!
She screamed at him and turned around to run. But the moment she turned around the scenery changed once again.

The wooden floor, the fireplace, the smell of wood burning, the chairs... it looked cozy. The room gave her feeling of comfort, warmth, and relaxation. But she knew it would turn out to something horrible once again.
"Don't be afraid" - said Satou, sitting on his chair.
She was about to answer him, but she felt the ground give underneath her into a pool of blood. She fell there, drowning in the blood, and screaming here and in the real world too.

She was still there, in the house, in Satou's arms. She wanted to do something, be she couldn't. She felt dizzy, light headed and weak.
- Am I dying... - was the only thing she could tell.
A single tear fell from her eye.

Satou was still holding her. She couldn't concentrate, but saw how the man bit his wrist and pressed it to her mouth. She felt the blood, his wrist bled heavily.
"Drink child, drink. Drink and never again feel the fear that plagues you." - the insidious voice crawled to in her head.
She took his hand in her shaking hands and tasted it. At first the girl didn't like the taste of it, but after a while she realized she wanted it. More and more.

She bit him, bit harder, so the blood could pour more and more. Her face was covered in his blood that fell on her clothes too, her eyes glowed with insanity, her body began to shake from the feeling of power his blood gave to her.
She sat on his legs, like a little child would, but with his wrist in her mouth.
If someone entered we would see а terrifying sight.
A dark, filthy, dusty old house. Bloody traces everywhere, corpses lying on the ground with terrifying look on their faces, as if they saw a monster in their last moments.
Man, sitting on a chair with blood around his mouth. A girl, sitting on his legs while hers didn't touched the ground, with bloody face, drinking his blood from his bloody wrist, like a wild animal, while her own blood poured from the wounds made by him...
Ayame didn't want to stop drinking from the blood. She bit harder and harder, trying to squeeze every bloody drop from there. She wanted it, she needed it so bad..
Hell was... good...
She had never felt more sane...

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

Sitting in the chair, he couldn't feel his legs when he came to, he was cold, so very cold. It was hard to breath. Bleeding, he could feel himself bleeding. Feeling weak, but tasting blood in his mouth, his body was on fire. He was still hungry, he wanted more of this blood. But when his focus came to, seeing the poor girl he wanted to help feasting on his wrist. He sat there, his dark brown eyes filled with tears. Reaching out to her, weakly trying to shake her and pull his wrist from her. Of course it only made the wound open more, bleeding more. Satou felt faint again, everything was going dark. How much blood did he lose in time?

He could smell her blood, see the wound on her neck. Feeling the pull to sink his teeth back into flesh. He weakly pulled his head back to breath. It had only fed enough to entice his hunger. Then bled Satou for Ayame to feed and turn into a monster like himself. You @!#$ing bastard. You damned her, I damned her. He wanted to cry, to curse. To burn the world around him in smoldering immolation. But he sat there, weak and slowly dying. With what strength he had, he reached for some cloth, pressing to the wound on her neck to stop her bleeding as he stayed close, whispering in horse wheezed voice. "Ayame, please, you have to stop-" Was all he could say. His arms wrapped around her in a hug, even if she still clung to his bleeding wrist. He held her. "I'm so sorry. I never wanted this." He started to look pale, eyes losing focus. He held on to her. Hoping she would overcome it. "Ayame, you have to control your hunger. Stop." His voice was low, he couldn't muster raising it louder than whispers.

Spoiler

As he laid on the wooden floor, he could hear the low footsteps, if you'd call it as such. It's insipid voice echoing in his ear. "You're going to die soon Satou. Kill her, bite her throat open and finish what I started." Satou simply laid there looking up at the infinite spiral of bookcases above him. "No, I won't. I won't do anything. If this is how it ends, so be it." His wrist bleeding on the wood floor. Staring at the black blood pouring along the ground. "I failed to stop someone from falling to what I am. You won." As he said such the demon came and stomped on his bleeding wrist. "You are never any fun, now you won't be alone for eternity." Satou's wrist started healing rapidly.

Ayame could feel the wound was closing. No matter how much she bite into it. The bleeding had become simple trickles of blood. Satou's skin was pale, his body felt like stone and his skin dried marble. Cold like a corpse. Slowly breathing, his head fallen completely back back as the world was spinning in his ember eyes. His skin itched almost while healing factor desperately trying to keep his heart pumping at regular pace.

 

[Ayame]

It was too good for Ayame to stop. She bit harder and harder. The blood in her mouth was too much for her to swallow and leaked through the edges of her mouth, but she wanted more and more. She couldn't realize she was hurting Satou, but still he held her, wrapped his hands around her and hugged her as if she was his own creation. His own demon child. He even tried to stop her bleeding, but all she could feel was the sweet iron taste in her mouth.
Her eyes started to burn like his, as if the sun shine through them.
It was her first time tasting blood. It was his blood. And it was delicious.
"Ayame, please, you have to stop-"
"Ayame, you have to control your hunger. Stop."
Nothing. She could barely hear him. Her heart rate was fast. She could hear her heart beating faster and faster. She could her the blood moving in his body, but not his words. She felt light headed... everything was brighter and more colorful... was she.. high on blood?
Her emotions were slowly disappearing with every drop of blood entering her mouth. Yes, that's exactly what she wanted. No pain, even the memory of Nataku couldn't bring her back to reality. Why... why he ran from all this when he could feel great? But every good thing has to come to an end and suddenly the blood stopped coming out of the wound and she saw the wound slowly closing.
- NO!
She bit harder, but with no luck. Her eyes moved to Satou's neck and she was about to stick her teeth in his flesh, searching for more of the red liquid, but she met his face. He wasn't okay.
Suddenly she remembered him hugging her and trying to stop her bleeding, even that he felt weak.
"Ayame, please, you have to stop-"
"Ayame, you have to control your hunger. Stop."
His words echoed in her mind and she realized she was sitting on his legs.
His body was cold, his skin pale, the man was barely breathing, his head fell back.
- Satou-san! - screamed the girl and jump on her legs. She placed her hands on the side of his cheeks and lifted it up, trying to see his eyes - Satou-san, stay here with me!
Ayame woldn't leave him here to die. She was a seeker of power, but she wasn't ungrateful. Even if he wasn't a human, he took care of her wound, showed her emotions that she started to forget, despite feeling so weak, because of her. Even if he wasn't a human... he acted as one. He was more human than most of the people. So she wasn't going to let him die here. They might called her a traitor, a thief, but she knew the truth about herself. She was loyal to the grave to the people she cared about and loved, and the girl realized she didn't want Satou to feel bad or die.

She took down her black cloak and covered him with the clothing. He had to stay warm, but that wasn't enough. And she knew exactly what he needed.
- You'll be fine - Ayame bit her wrist hard and started bleeding from the wound. She pressed her wrist to his mouth, so the blood could enter his mouth without him trying to suck it, and whispered to him, while gently stroking his hair to make him feel calm - Drink, Satou-san. You'll feel better. I'll take you to your safe place.
She activated her sharingan and looked him softly in his eyes. This house with the bodies wasn't the best place to recover.
It was unusual for an Uchiha to use their powers for good, but she... well, she was different.

She was in the room with the bookshelves, the fireplace, the wooden lacquered floor, the two chairs... it was an illusion, but Ayame tried her best to copy the room properly... except...
she was with an acoustic guitar.
Satou was outside of the room, facing the door. Behind him was a beautiful green forest and and path. She gave him an option to choose if he wanted to enter, or to break the illusion, taking the road.
She sat on the ground in front of the fireplace and started playing the guitar, while waiting for Satou's decision. The melody and the singing could be heard outside too. It was the only song she knew and right when she started her eyes glowed with vengeance.
"Now I'll be able to kill them all" she thought.
https://youtu.be/W2Wnvvj33Wo?t=46
If he enters she would stop playing and ask whim what's this room....

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

The whispers of the world were touching him still. He could hear her voice, his eyes looking at the poor demented girl, which he twisted with poisonous blood. Her deep glowing sharingan eyes looking into hollow pieces of coal. Yet as he laid in his seat, the girl held him close, pressing warmth to his lips, the soft red hue in his eyes burned deeply as his tongue touched blood. He could feel the heat spread down his throat, the world that had slipped from him was beginning to change. It was the room, and he was no long sitting with the arms of Ayame around him, she was sitting in the room playing an instrument of sorts. And he, the monster, stood with bare feet in soft patch of green grass. He knew this was not the real world, or better yet, he knew this was not within his mind. He didn't feel like the demon was watching him, so it could not be the real room.

Stepping inside was simple enough, he paced over to her in a slow walk across the wood floor, feeling the slick coating on it with bare feet. Sitting in the winged chair , his mind thinking up the feeling of the upholstery on his skin. Outside the illusion, he had stopped feeding and had licked the wound clean on her wrist. He could finally stop tasting blood in his mouth. Licking his lips. He took a few minutes to find words. His body was growing warm and could feel himself slowly pushing the illusion from his mind.

Being entrap with a demon, he was used to illusions of the mind. Coming out of it all, he could feel the rush of reality, the feeling of his body. The pain, the hunger, the whispering in his head. His tongue lapped at the blood a bit more, he had the urge to bite. But stopped and looked up at those eyes, eyes that he twisted with demon blood. He quickly covered her wound and added. "Stop doing that, silly kid." He mumbled, smiling faintly.

"Thank you, and i'm sorry. I'm sorry that you have to go through with this ordeal. I don't know how much my blood will change you over time. But now, now i'm stuck here for awhile. I have to make sure you're safe, that you can control new urges that may surface. You may acquire a demons taste's. If so, I have to teach you how to hunt for prey or find means of sating your hunger without endangering human lives." He breathed a deep sigh that seemed to deflate himself a bit while trying to get up. Feeling his body trying and calibrate and breath life back into limbs that felt stiff as stone. "But first, I'm gonna go get some rest. I'll walk you home, I @!#$ing hate the smell of dead people in this house. Gonna be smelling this crap for all night." He laughed as he walked in a slow pace, he was still rather exhausted. What he wouldn't give to have Kaza laying beside him, feeling his lover hold him and comfort this aching weak body.


Satou made sure to pick up the bag of groceries he laid outside the house when he rushed off to help Ayame. "Shit, still gotta make that soup when I get home. I wonder how long its been?" He mumbled as he walked with Ayame.

(Topic left?)

 

[Ayame]

Her friend was fine, so she felt calmer. It seems that everything went well...
The girl looked at the blood bath that happened there. Maybe not so well.
She had no idea how much time passed. It felt as a second. But it also felt as an eternity.

Aya smiled faintly at his words.
- Don't apologize. I wanted this and I'm glad that happened. Don't worry for me, you don't have any responsibility towards me. I can take care for myself. I'm not going to be drinking rat's blood for sure, but I can manage to... hunt... people...
Her wrists were hurting, her neck too... she felt strange, but at the same time like nothing has changed.
- You saw my adoptive father, you saw my brother, my memories... you realize that there's no home to walk me to, right?
She smiled while they walked outside of the house. The sun was setting and it's orange light covered the streets.
- Don't follow me, go home, make that soup, hug your lover and fall asleep in his arms.
The girl realized that at least one of them had to take a good rest with his loved ones after this. She took his hand and looked him in the eyes, still with a soft smile on her face.
- I'm always in you debt, so if you need me for anything I'll come. Thank you once more and I hope we meet again. Now go and rest, Satou-san.
Ayame bowed before him and took a step back, walking deep inside the dark alley.

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[Ketsueki Satou]

Satou stood in the street, the girl was to say her goodbyes, yet his sad chocolate colored eyes held only a sad regret even to her words of him not to worry over her. She was so young, and through his mind all he could think of was how much he damned her. He prayed, not many times in his long life. But for the girl, his mind whispered a prayer that she would be safe. "Please, by all means Ayame-chan! Come find me at Toraono Dojo!" He called back to her as she left down the Alleyway. "You're more than welcome to stay any time!" Then she was out of his sight, and he was alone in the street. Holding his groceries, remembering he was far more then late and worried about how mad Kaza will be with him. Cussing he took off in a jaunty sprint laughing at the image of how cute Kaza gets when mad.

He leaped among the buildings and scaled across walls to leap distances, traveling pathways and walked casually among'st the crowd. Be careful little Ayame, the blood in you could leave you a life of peril worse then your eyes. But maybe you'll survive, maybe you'll be like me. And with that thought, all Satou could hear was the creaking laughter of the demon in his head.

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