Who: Tamaki and Maka
When: Friday Evening
Where: Suite 38, Suite 35
Summary: Maka does what she can to keep Tamaki under control, even if it means bleeding a little.
Rating: R for safety
Warnings: Friendship and vampiery things
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Friends by Choice, Comrades by Blood )
"When it happened before to us, people effected had to "drink" every couple of days." And from the looks of it, Tamaki was just about at his limit.
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"That won't work either." She turned back to face her room for a second before turning again to face him.
"Come on." She slipped her hand into his in an effort to lead him away, not back to her room but to the hallway.
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He was horrible at lying and he knew it, so Tamaki swallowed and shook his head. "You shouldn't be alone with me."
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She continued on her way to the door, holding it open and throwing a smile back at him as she waited for him to follow.
"It's not that big of a deal, and I'm your friend. I won't leave you. I'm going to help you with this and then we'll come back here, alright?"
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"There is no do or not do. I understand that you aren't used to anything like this, but you have to understand that here, doing this is the right thing. It's what keeps people safe and you won't be hurting me." She took a step closer and placed her hand in his.
"Sometimes we have to make choices here that seem like the wrong thing to do. The truth is, there isn't a clear black and white line here but the right thing isn't dying, I can tell you that. It would hurt me and everyone else a whole lot more to have to lose you again."
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A sudden wave of nausea hit him at the memory and he clasps a hand over his mouth before rushing past her into the common room and into the bathroom.
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Carefully Maka unhooked her necklace, pulling the tooth that she always wore from beneath her many layers. She stared at it in silence for a minute, a tug on her heart reminding her where the tooth had come from, but the moment passed.
After finding an empty water bottle, she used the tooth to slice the bottle into a cup. When that was done, she grabbed some extra bandages from one of the nearby first aid kits. Angling her arm so that it was held over the bottle, she very carefully made an incision in her arm, wincing only a tiny bit as her blood began to drip into the cup.
She continued at it until the cup was decently full and she began to feel waves of dizziness, and then immediately pressed a cloth to her cut. When the bleeding had stopped enough, she bandaged her arm carefully, doing her best to stop any residual bleeding.
Maka sat down on the couch to catch her balance for just a moment before making her way to the bathroom.
"Tamaki..."
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"Please Maka, just go." Maka was a kind friend, trusting and strong. How could he even dream, even fathom hurting her, experiment or not?
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"No. You have to drink."
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'Make him stop, Takashi!'
'Disgusting, boss. How you're drinking that, you'd guess this was some sort of sick fetish you've always had.'
'We should have guessed he was this messed up. Look, he's enjoying it.'
'It's a shame. You didn't even fight as hard as I thought you would have, Tamaki. Have you given up so easily?'
'What are you doing, Senpai?! I don't even know who you are anymore!'
The cup was soon empty and he let it fall from his hands before covering his mouth to keep it all from coming back up again.
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"It's okay Tamaki, it's okay. No one was hurt. You did the right thing, you're protecting everyone. You kept people safe by doing this. It's okay." She continued, making her voice as soothing as possible.
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It seemed Tamaki wasn't speaking to Maka, exactly, but the remorse and pain was still clear.
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She rubbed his back, holding him still closer.
"That doesn't matter...none of it matters. You're one of the strongest people I've ever met here." She'd noticed from the beginning. Maybe it wasn't strength in the way she was used to seeing it, but it was still strength. The ability to overcome adversity shining brightly in his soul.
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"I've told everyone h-how happy I'd be to see my friends again, but. I don't think I could face them now. Not after this. I'd never want them to see, or-or endure this nightmare. I don't think even I can look at myself now." He smiled weakly at her despite the fresh tears. "And looking at m-myself is one of my favorite things to do."
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