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Title: Beneath Your Nose
Chapter: 7
Pairing: Too many to name, just keep up and you will see.
Bands: The Gazette, Alice Nine, Vistlip, Miyavi, Gackt, Hyde, and more. The list will just go on, and there are OC's (please don't hit me)
Rating: PG-13 (Entire fic is NC-17)
Warnings: Eventual smut, but for now, high amounts of cursing
Author: allidesu911
Chapter Summary: Meat locker holding cells always have the best scenery.
Genre: Unsure
Aoi was slumped against the wall, sitting on the floor. Chiyu leaned against the wall opposite of Aoi damning his existence while Reita paced between the two of them restlessly. Aoi looked at his surroundings once more, taking in the windowless, bland, gun metal colored four walls around them. Questioning room, obviously, he thought to himself. He finally stopped fighting the urge to glare at Reita who was staring at the ground in frustration whilst digging himself a ditch in the floor where he had been weaving back and forth. Aoi sighed, “You do realize that doing that isn’t going to help anything.”
Reita didn’t look up, but said, “Ruki is going to fucking kill us.”
Aoi rolled his eyes, ignoring him, “Save your energy for something useful.”
“Like what?” Reita snapped, waving his arms in the air, “We are either going to be killed or used as bait, and I would probably rather be killed.”
Aoi continued to try and reason with the nose banded ball of anxiety, “Come on, we have fought our way out of worse.”
Chiyu shook his head back and forth never pulling the back of it from the wall, and said while staring at the ceiling still, “I don’t know, I think I have to side with Reita here.”
Aoi’s eyes narrowed at Chiyu, “No one asked you.”
Chiyu sighed and brought his head forward to look at Aoi, “Face it, we are locked in some sort of holding cell, in the basement of a bar; in the basement of a bar that was already underground to begin with, and we are surrounded by vampiric gang bangers.”
Aoi growled in frustration, “You guys are being such pansies. We will be fine,” he turned to Chiyu again, “Besides isn’t that bunch of vampiric gang bangers led by your ex girlfriend?”
“Yeah, so? You act as if that is going to help,” Chiyu questioned back.
Reita stopped in the middle of the room.
Chiyu laughed, “I wouldn’t bank on that helping, we have a sort of bipolar relationship since we split.”
“Well, you still talk right?” Reita continued to hope.
Aoi furrowed his brow in confusion, “What the hell do you mean bipolar?”
Chiyu shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s bipolar... Yeah, we talk, but sometimes I tick her off and that ticks me off, so we throw a fit and try to kill each other. Then the next minute we are buds. I couldn’t tell you really.”
A disgruntled Reita was cut off from his onslaught of curses as the large metal meat-locker-like door clicked loudly. Aoi pulled himself up from the ground and sighed one last time, “Well, try and keep your cool, Casanova.”
Reita could tell it was her behind the door, before she even appeared, the scent was intoxicating. He had to suppress the urge to inhale deeply, it was only possible because he was aware of Aoi’s stare as he rocked back on his heels. Reita opted for letting the aroma roll around him. Seconds later she was standing in front of the reclosed door, with the strawberry blonde man at her right and Kai, hovering almost a foot taller than the pair of them, on her left. Her arms were crossed against her chest and Reita lost thought processing abilities as she stared coldly at him. If his mind didn’t seem so blank he would have been taking note of the way the large amounts of black clothing framed her exposed, tattoo riddled, middle perfectly. Aoi shared his friend’s pain as he stared at the man next to her. It seemed almost impossible how his hair flipped perfectly away from his face, the black v-neck shirt that almost matched that of his female friend (with much more fabric that clung exquisitely to his muscles) dipped in precision to expose his collar bone. The sliver pendant he wore hung exactly between his collar bones, not helping Aoi’s fixation with the man. He stood in too elegant of a slouch, with his hands stuffed nonchalantly in his pockets.
“Long time no see, Airi,” Chiyu smiled at the girl. Aoi shook his head, imminent doom is in front of you, pay attention, he told himself.
Reita felt life flow back through his limbs as she turned the same cold gaze towards Chiyu, “I know, what a coincidence seeing you here,” she smiled sarcastically. “How have you been?” she asked with venom, losing all sound of amusement in her voice.
Chiyu walked towards her, stopping in front of her, she never moved, not even to unfold her arms. Stopping in front of her he turned to look at the man next to her. “ I already know the traitor over there. Who is the friend? A bed buddy?” he asked accusingly to Airi, never taking his eyes off of the man’s.
This isn’t my idea of appeasing the enemy, you idiot Reita thought as Chiyu seemed to be making the situation worse.
She rolled her eyes, “This mostly gay friend of mine is Uruha.” She had obviously picked up on Chiyu’s impromptu prying ex boyfriend nature.
Uruha smiled and bowed his head, and his head only, to Chiyu. Chiyu couldn’t help but ask, “Mostly?”
Uruha laughed, “It is called bi-sexual, but I prefer men mostly.” He turned to Airi, “You were right about this one.” She laughed once and sighed.
Chiyu looked down at her with an annoyed glare. She seemed unphased, unfolding her one hand for a second to wave a hand lazily at Aoi, “Your turn.”
Chiyu waved at Aoi, “Aoi,” and nodded his head backwards at Reita, “Reita.” She smile at them before Chiyu jumped again, “Enough with this, what the hell is going on?”
Airi laughed, “I don’t think you are in a position to be asking questions in that demanding tone of voice.”
Chiyu snapped, “Stop fucking around, what do you want with us?”
Aoi mumbled to no one in particular, “This doesn’t feel like you’re keeping your cool.”
Airi sighed, “Fine, tell me what you are doing in my bar reeking of that Takanori brat? And why this one here is following me,” she said pointing at Aoi. “On top of the other milling alone about my racetrack.”
Chiyu asked, “Your bar? Why do you own a bar?”
Reita was equally confused, and turned to ask Aoi what had just clicked, “How does she know Ruki’s real name?” Aoi could only shrug.
She rolled her eyes, letting her arms slump to her sides, “Yes, my bar,” she pointed at Aoi, turning to address him, “Apart from me, the other girl you have been following is my business partner. And it is none of your business why I own a bar.”
Aoi’s eyes widened, “You know I have been following you for that long?”
Airi rolled her eyes, “I am not an idiot, of course I did, but you following her I was not aware of. Until tonight that is.”
Chiyu’s face squished further in confusion, “Why do you own a bar?”
Airi growled the frustration back into her throat, “Not that I have to tell you, but it keeps the bills paid. Suped up racing bikes don’t pay for themselves, unless you run drugs like the rest of the gangs around here.”
Reita had to intrude, “Wait, you’re saying you don’t run drugs?”
She leaned to the left to see around Chiyu, “No, I don’t. That’s why I need to know where your little rodent of a leader is hiding. He is getting in my way, and it is starting to piss me off.”
"In the way of what," Reita pursued.
"Of me finding the people who actually run drugs. Kind of hard when you have a parade stalking you 24/7."
Aoi shook his head in disbelief and began talking with his hands, as he always did while he was angry, “So you are telling me, that you aren’t running limpid?”
Uruha sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, he interrupted to keep his friend from snapping entirely, “Do we have to spell it out to you? N. O. Nooooooo. It isn’t that complicated of a concept to understand.” Aoi clamped his mouth shut.
Chiyu’s eyes practically lit up as he pointed to the man on Airi’s left, “So, Kai isn’t a traitor.”
Kai rolled his eyes, folding his arms against his chest, “You guys really are dense sometimes.”
“Then. What. The. Fuck. Are we doing here?!” Reita asked in fury, flinging his arms in the air.
Aoi just continued to shake his head in disbelief, “So, Ruki has no clue that he has been searching for the wrong people.”
Airi had her forehead cradled in her palm as she shook her head in disbelief at the stupidity around her. Chiyu smiled with a clap of the hands and said, “Well then, we will take the message to the boss,” and made a move between Uruha and Airi. He didn’t make it far as Uruha grabbed a hold of his arm and flung him back between Reita and Airi.
“What the hell was that?” Chiyu asked, angrily glaring at the man who had just abused him.
Airi sighed and released her forehead from her grip, looking back at the trio of men before her, “I told you, I need to know where Takanori is. Or you’re not leaving.”
Reita and Aoi stood still as they watched Chiyu for his next move. He held his hands in front of him as if he were trying to reason with some sort of beast instead of a woman as he began, “Listen, babe. We will just head on out, no harm done. We will tell Ruki what you told us, and where to find you.” Chiyu began to slowly take steps towards the entrance behind the others.
“No,” she said simply with a forced smile and Chiyu froze. Airi took slow lazy steps now, closing the gap between her and her ex-boyfriend. “You will tell me where he is,” she said in the nicest voice possible, the demand still unmistakable underneath it all, “Or I will take the information from you.”
Chiyu was failing, but refused to give up. Laying his hands gently on her shoulders he began, “Come on, babe,” but he never got a chance to finish. In a flash of yellow leather Chiyu was kneeling on the cold floor in front of Airi. He was facing his allies as the pain seared through his left hand that was trapped beneath the harsh force of her boot. His right hand felt a stab of discomfort as she twisted it in the opposite direction of his natural movement. Reita and Aoi instinctively made moves to help their friend, but froze instantly as Uruha and Kai stepped to the girl’s sides. There was a reason Uruha and Kai were there, so Aoi and Reita decided to air on the side of caution.
The sound of metal clinking into place resounded in the room. Airi had unfolded a long switchblade from her left hand and placed it gingerly to the front of Chiyu’s throat. Aoi and Reita looked to one another silently for some sort of guidance on what move to try and make. Chiyu could feel the warmth of her body as he backed away his neck from the cold steel, only to be pinned between her hunched over chest and the weapon he remembered from long ago. “Still got that thing, I see,” he said trying to keep the pang of nervousness from his words.
She smiled into his ear, “Never leave home without her. Now, are you going to make this easy on yourself, or are we going to have to fight again?”
Aoi swallowed roughly and attempted to make a distraction, “Now, is this all really necessary.”
Reita queued in to try and help, “Yeah, I mean, we haven’t actually hurt anyone.”
“No it isn’t necessary,” a voice came from the front of the room. Reita and Aoi looked up to see another woman had slid into the room and was now making her way towards the other female. Airi straightened, blade still poised at Chiyu’s jugular, as the other came to her side and smiled at her. The woman clad in a long black dress, with a plunging neckline that would distract anyone in some other situation, smiled back and turned towards Aoi, “Nice to finally see you face to face. Well, at a closer distance that is.”
Reita was beyond worrying about whether questions were stupid or not anymore, “Okay, I give, why are you here?”
Aoi stared at her, dead in the eye, gaze unwavering, “She’s Hana, she doesn't need a reason to be here.”
“Of course, she is," Reita mumbled rubbing his brows with his forefinger and thumb
Chiyu strangled out in pained breaths, “He may be terrifying but I am not going to give in through force. This is what I do! I don’t get man handled!” Reita growled loudly feeling the hopelessness of the situation.
Hana crouched low next to Chiyu and reached into the breast pocket of his jacket. Pulling out his cell phone, she stood erect and spoke to Airi, “Just get the information. I am sick of these games we have had to play.”
Airi just squinted her eyes at the other, “You ruin all the fun.” Hana just shrugged her shoulders.
Chiyu was beginning to boil in his skin with anticipation and annoyance as he kneeled helplessly beneath his ex-girlfriend, “Yes, go and obey like a good little girl.”
There was sickening crunch of bone before Chiyu’s loud and pained yelp pierced the air. Airi had wrenched his wrist in her grip and stepped on the entirety of his other hand with frightening force, both breaking and dislocating, it seemed from the sound that was heard. She flung him back towards Kai, who pulled him to his feet by his collar. Turned towards Reita with a devious smirk, Airi decided on the victim. He attempted to ready himself for battle, but found quickly that he couldn’t move. Just like before he tried to budge, but every muscle felt as if it were turned to lead. His brain was telling his appendages to move, but nothing would listen. The only thing that he seemed able to control were his eyes. He looked up to see Aoi make a lunge towards Airi. But it was useless, faster than Reita could blink Uruha had sped to her side and flung Aoi against the metal plated wall. A loud gong echoed through the air as he slammed into it and fell to the ground. Aoi didn’t even have the time to stand back up before Uruha’s long fingers were wrapped against his throat, and before he could register what was happening, Aoi was held off of the ground by his esophagus, kicking and trying to pull the grip on his neck loose. Speed is his gift, you jack ass, was all Aoi could think as he fought for freedom and air.
Airi flipped the blade closed and shoved it into her pocket before she reached out and grabbed Reita’s chin between her thumb and forefinger. With that simple pinch of the jaw, Reita was yanked forward against her body. The sickeningly sweet smell of her swirled through his nostrils and flew deep within his lungs, dizzying his thoughts as his face fell into her hair. He didn’t have time to think before he felt her cool breath against his skin. Her fangs sank into his vein seconds later, slicing like metal through butter. Reita could only gasp for air as the sensation he had almost forgotten began to tingle in his toes. The second pair of fangs fell from her gums and pierced his flesh next to the other teeth that sat deep in the dermis of his neck. Instantly his mind began to blur in a whirlwind of color, the sensation in his body began to tremble and tingle deep within his cells as it crept from his feet to his legs. The feeling spread like wildfire once it pulled itself pass his knees. Reita could have sworn that Aoi was calling for him, but the sound was only a distant haze. The only thing Reita knew was the warmth of her body against his as his molecules orgasmed from his temple to his toes. Then suddenly everything became black again.
Chapter: 7
Pairing: Too many to name, just keep up and you will see.
Bands: The Gazette, Alice Nine, Vistlip, Miyavi, Gackt, Hyde, and more. The list will just go on, and there are OC's (please don't hit me)
Rating: PG-13 (Entire fic is NC-17)
Warnings: Eventual smut, but for now, high amounts of cursing
Author: allidesu911
Chapter Summary: Meat locker holding cells always have the best scenery.
Genre: Unsure
Aoi was slumped against the wall, sitting on the floor. Chiyu leaned against the wall opposite of Aoi damning his existence while Reita paced between the two of them restlessly. Aoi looked at his surroundings once more, taking in the windowless, bland, gun metal colored four walls around them. Questioning room, obviously, he thought to himself. He finally stopped fighting the urge to glare at Reita who was staring at the ground in frustration whilst digging himself a ditch in the floor where he had been weaving back and forth. Aoi sighed, “You do realize that doing that isn’t going to help anything.”
Reita didn’t look up, but said, “Ruki is going to fucking kill us.”
Aoi rolled his eyes, ignoring him, “Save your energy for something useful.”
“Like what?” Reita snapped, waving his arms in the air, “We are either going to be killed or used as bait, and I would probably rather be killed.”
Aoi continued to try and reason with the nose banded ball of anxiety, “Come on, we have fought our way out of worse.”
Chiyu shook his head back and forth never pulling the back of it from the wall, and said while staring at the ceiling still, “I don’t know, I think I have to side with Reita here.”
Aoi’s eyes narrowed at Chiyu, “No one asked you.”
Chiyu sighed and brought his head forward to look at Aoi, “Face it, we are locked in some sort of holding cell, in the basement of a bar; in the basement of a bar that was already underground to begin with, and we are surrounded by vampiric gang bangers.”
Aoi growled in frustration, “You guys are being such pansies. We will be fine,” he turned to Chiyu again, “Besides isn’t that bunch of vampiric gang bangers led by your ex girlfriend?”
“Yeah, so? You act as if that is going to help,” Chiyu questioned back.
Reita stopped in the middle of the room.
Chiyu laughed, “I wouldn’t bank on that helping, we have a sort of bipolar relationship since we split.”
“Well, you still talk right?” Reita continued to hope.
Aoi furrowed his brow in confusion, “What the hell do you mean bipolar?”
Chiyu shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s bipolar... Yeah, we talk, but sometimes I tick her off and that ticks me off, so we throw a fit and try to kill each other. Then the next minute we are buds. I couldn’t tell you really.”
A disgruntled Reita was cut off from his onslaught of curses as the large metal meat-locker-like door clicked loudly. Aoi pulled himself up from the ground and sighed one last time, “Well, try and keep your cool, Casanova.”
Reita could tell it was her behind the door, before she even appeared, the scent was intoxicating. He had to suppress the urge to inhale deeply, it was only possible because he was aware of Aoi’s stare as he rocked back on his heels. Reita opted for letting the aroma roll around him. Seconds later she was standing in front of the reclosed door, with the strawberry blonde man at her right and Kai, hovering almost a foot taller than the pair of them, on her left. Her arms were crossed against her chest and Reita lost thought processing abilities as she stared coldly at him. If his mind didn’t seem so blank he would have been taking note of the way the large amounts of black clothing framed her exposed, tattoo riddled, middle perfectly. Aoi shared his friend’s pain as he stared at the man next to her. It seemed almost impossible how his hair flipped perfectly away from his face, the black v-neck shirt that almost matched that of his female friend (with much more fabric that clung exquisitely to his muscles) dipped in precision to expose his collar bone. The sliver pendant he wore hung exactly between his collar bones, not helping Aoi’s fixation with the man. He stood in too elegant of a slouch, with his hands stuffed nonchalantly in his pockets.
“Long time no see, Airi,” Chiyu smiled at the girl. Aoi shook his head, imminent doom is in front of you, pay attention, he told himself.
Reita felt life flow back through his limbs as she turned the same cold gaze towards Chiyu, “I know, what a coincidence seeing you here,” she smiled sarcastically. “How have you been?” she asked with venom, losing all sound of amusement in her voice.
Chiyu walked towards her, stopping in front of her, she never moved, not even to unfold her arms. Stopping in front of her he turned to look at the man next to her. “ I already know the traitor over there. Who is the friend? A bed buddy?” he asked accusingly to Airi, never taking his eyes off of the man’s.
This isn’t my idea of appeasing the enemy, you idiot Reita thought as Chiyu seemed to be making the situation worse.
She rolled her eyes, “This mostly gay friend of mine is Uruha.” She had obviously picked up on Chiyu’s impromptu prying ex boyfriend nature.
Uruha smiled and bowed his head, and his head only, to Chiyu. Chiyu couldn’t help but ask, “Mostly?”
Uruha laughed, “It is called bi-sexual, but I prefer men mostly.” He turned to Airi, “You were right about this one.” She laughed once and sighed.
Chiyu looked down at her with an annoyed glare. She seemed unphased, unfolding her one hand for a second to wave a hand lazily at Aoi, “Your turn.”
Chiyu waved at Aoi, “Aoi,” and nodded his head backwards at Reita, “Reita.” She smile at them before Chiyu jumped again, “Enough with this, what the hell is going on?”
Airi laughed, “I don’t think you are in a position to be asking questions in that demanding tone of voice.”
Chiyu snapped, “Stop fucking around, what do you want with us?”
Aoi mumbled to no one in particular, “This doesn’t feel like you’re keeping your cool.”
Airi sighed, “Fine, tell me what you are doing in my bar reeking of that Takanori brat? And why this one here is following me,” she said pointing at Aoi. “On top of the other milling alone about my racetrack.”
Chiyu asked, “Your bar? Why do you own a bar?”
Reita was equally confused, and turned to ask Aoi what had just clicked, “How does she know Ruki’s real name?” Aoi could only shrug.
She rolled her eyes, letting her arms slump to her sides, “Yes, my bar,” she pointed at Aoi, turning to address him, “Apart from me, the other girl you have been following is my business partner. And it is none of your business why I own a bar.”
Aoi’s eyes widened, “You know I have been following you for that long?”
Airi rolled her eyes, “I am not an idiot, of course I did, but you following her I was not aware of. Until tonight that is.”
Chiyu’s face squished further in confusion, “Why do you own a bar?”
Airi growled the frustration back into her throat, “Not that I have to tell you, but it keeps the bills paid. Suped up racing bikes don’t pay for themselves, unless you run drugs like the rest of the gangs around here.”
Reita had to intrude, “Wait, you’re saying you don’t run drugs?”
She leaned to the left to see around Chiyu, “No, I don’t. That’s why I need to know where your little rodent of a leader is hiding. He is getting in my way, and it is starting to piss me off.”
"In the way of what," Reita pursued.
"Of me finding the people who actually run drugs. Kind of hard when you have a parade stalking you 24/7."
Aoi shook his head in disbelief and began talking with his hands, as he always did while he was angry, “So you are telling me, that you aren’t running limpid?”
Uruha sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, he interrupted to keep his friend from snapping entirely, “Do we have to spell it out to you? N. O. Nooooooo. It isn’t that complicated of a concept to understand.” Aoi clamped his mouth shut.
Chiyu’s eyes practically lit up as he pointed to the man on Airi’s left, “So, Kai isn’t a traitor.”
Kai rolled his eyes, folding his arms against his chest, “You guys really are dense sometimes.”
“Then. What. The. Fuck. Are we doing here?!” Reita asked in fury, flinging his arms in the air.
Aoi just continued to shake his head in disbelief, “So, Ruki has no clue that he has been searching for the wrong people.”
Airi had her forehead cradled in her palm as she shook her head in disbelief at the stupidity around her. Chiyu smiled with a clap of the hands and said, “Well then, we will take the message to the boss,” and made a move between Uruha and Airi. He didn’t make it far as Uruha grabbed a hold of his arm and flung him back between Reita and Airi.
“What the hell was that?” Chiyu asked, angrily glaring at the man who had just abused him.
Airi sighed and released her forehead from her grip, looking back at the trio of men before her, “I told you, I need to know where Takanori is. Or you’re not leaving.”
Reita and Aoi stood still as they watched Chiyu for his next move. He held his hands in front of him as if he were trying to reason with some sort of beast instead of a woman as he began, “Listen, babe. We will just head on out, no harm done. We will tell Ruki what you told us, and where to find you.” Chiyu began to slowly take steps towards the entrance behind the others.
“No,” she said simply with a forced smile and Chiyu froze. Airi took slow lazy steps now, closing the gap between her and her ex-boyfriend. “You will tell me where he is,” she said in the nicest voice possible, the demand still unmistakable underneath it all, “Or I will take the information from you.”
Chiyu was failing, but refused to give up. Laying his hands gently on her shoulders he began, “Come on, babe,” but he never got a chance to finish. In a flash of yellow leather Chiyu was kneeling on the cold floor in front of Airi. He was facing his allies as the pain seared through his left hand that was trapped beneath the harsh force of her boot. His right hand felt a stab of discomfort as she twisted it in the opposite direction of his natural movement. Reita and Aoi instinctively made moves to help their friend, but froze instantly as Uruha and Kai stepped to the girl’s sides. There was a reason Uruha and Kai were there, so Aoi and Reita decided to air on the side of caution.
The sound of metal clinking into place resounded in the room. Airi had unfolded a long switchblade from her left hand and placed it gingerly to the front of Chiyu’s throat. Aoi and Reita looked to one another silently for some sort of guidance on what move to try and make. Chiyu could feel the warmth of her body as he backed away his neck from the cold steel, only to be pinned between her hunched over chest and the weapon he remembered from long ago. “Still got that thing, I see,” he said trying to keep the pang of nervousness from his words.
She smiled into his ear, “Never leave home without her. Now, are you going to make this easy on yourself, or are we going to have to fight again?”
Aoi swallowed roughly and attempted to make a distraction, “Now, is this all really necessary.”
Reita queued in to try and help, “Yeah, I mean, we haven’t actually hurt anyone.”
“No it isn’t necessary,” a voice came from the front of the room. Reita and Aoi looked up to see another woman had slid into the room and was now making her way towards the other female. Airi straightened, blade still poised at Chiyu’s jugular, as the other came to her side and smiled at her. The woman clad in a long black dress, with a plunging neckline that would distract anyone in some other situation, smiled back and turned towards Aoi, “Nice to finally see you face to face. Well, at a closer distance that is.”
Reita was beyond worrying about whether questions were stupid or not anymore, “Okay, I give, why are you here?”
Aoi stared at her, dead in the eye, gaze unwavering, “She’s Hana, she doesn't need a reason to be here.”
“Of course, she is," Reita mumbled rubbing his brows with his forefinger and thumb
Chiyu strangled out in pained breaths, “He may be terrifying but I am not going to give in through force. This is what I do! I don’t get man handled!” Reita growled loudly feeling the hopelessness of the situation.
Hana crouched low next to Chiyu and reached into the breast pocket of his jacket. Pulling out his cell phone, she stood erect and spoke to Airi, “Just get the information. I am sick of these games we have had to play.”
Airi just squinted her eyes at the other, “You ruin all the fun.” Hana just shrugged her shoulders.
Chiyu was beginning to boil in his skin with anticipation and annoyance as he kneeled helplessly beneath his ex-girlfriend, “Yes, go and obey like a good little girl.”
There was sickening crunch of bone before Chiyu’s loud and pained yelp pierced the air. Airi had wrenched his wrist in her grip and stepped on the entirety of his other hand with frightening force, both breaking and dislocating, it seemed from the sound that was heard. She flung him back towards Kai, who pulled him to his feet by his collar. Turned towards Reita with a devious smirk, Airi decided on the victim. He attempted to ready himself for battle, but found quickly that he couldn’t move. Just like before he tried to budge, but every muscle felt as if it were turned to lead. His brain was telling his appendages to move, but nothing would listen. The only thing that he seemed able to control were his eyes. He looked up to see Aoi make a lunge towards Airi. But it was useless, faster than Reita could blink Uruha had sped to her side and flung Aoi against the metal plated wall. A loud gong echoed through the air as he slammed into it and fell to the ground. Aoi didn’t even have the time to stand back up before Uruha’s long fingers were wrapped against his throat, and before he could register what was happening, Aoi was held off of the ground by his esophagus, kicking and trying to pull the grip on his neck loose. Speed is his gift, you jack ass, was all Aoi could think as he fought for freedom and air.
Airi flipped the blade closed and shoved it into her pocket before she reached out and grabbed Reita’s chin between her thumb and forefinger. With that simple pinch of the jaw, Reita was yanked forward against her body. The sickeningly sweet smell of her swirled through his nostrils and flew deep within his lungs, dizzying his thoughts as his face fell into her hair. He didn’t have time to think before he felt her cool breath against his skin. Her fangs sank into his vein seconds later, slicing like metal through butter. Reita could only gasp for air as the sensation he had almost forgotten began to tingle in his toes. The second pair of fangs fell from her gums and pierced his flesh next to the other teeth that sat deep in the dermis of his neck. Instantly his mind began to blur in a whirlwind of color, the sensation in his body began to tremble and tingle deep within his cells as it crept from his feet to his legs. The feeling spread like wildfire once it pulled itself pass his knees. Reita could have sworn that Aoi was calling for him, but the sound was only a distant haze. The only thing Reita knew was the warmth of her body against his as his molecules orgasmed from his temple to his toes. Then suddenly everything became black again.