[Original] Spirit Hunters. [8/???]
Yuu arrives to town, and his first semi-encounter with the House. PG 13 for pseudo-violence and mature topics.
When he stopped throwing up, Yuu remained on the floor by the toilet, ignoring that it was dirty with blood and who knew what else. At the moment, the one thing important was that tucked there, he was less likely to fall over. His head was killing him, threatening to split over, his skin still too raw, his own blood still burning inside his body.
When he was sure he wasn't going to spill everything with his trembling hands, he reached inside his jacket, taking out a small silver box, opening it slowly before dragging out a pill. His mouth and throat were too raw and dry with the vomit and the incantation, but he couldn't wait for this until he managed to get something to drink, so he put the pill on his tongue and swallowed, counting to ten and then again and again until his heartbeat calmed down.
When he opened his eyes, everything was focused the way it was supposed to be, just the faint glow of aura and demonic traces that he had seen since he was a child there, colors as humans saw them.
He stumbled up, reaching towards one of the sinks to steady himself, splashing water unto his face. He still looked too pale, lips bitten red, pupils dilatated in a way that had nothing to do with the drug.
His eyes were still slated like a demon, red around the pupil. Yuu closed his eyes again and splashed more water, smearing the kohl and wetting his neck, just taking deep breaths. He was hard but he had to go out of the pub, before the demon's friends came. Yuu knew he hadn't recovered nearly enough to even try to fight, and his ammunition of rock-salt bullets was running low. Better go out before he passed out or over or anything disgusting like that. He had what he had come for, now it was time to scram. He picked up the demon entrails and skin, what he had managed to tear off the human it had possessed and tucked it into the plastic bag he had brought. The blood from the other demon felt heavy on the inside pocket of his jacket.
Yuu lighted a cigarette, hands only shaking a little, both froom the fight and the drug, and went out of that place, still human, the demon in him now calm enough now that it had tasted blood.
***
When he wakes up, the light's still too bright. He groans, searching for his sunglasses; they HAVE to be near, somewhere...
"Sweet, as pleasant as is watching you sleep, I don't run a hotel," he recognizes Yamira's voice through her hissing and when he peels open an eye he sees her, pink and red hair and a pierced eyebrow this time, her yellow eyes not amused. She's holding his glasses in her hand, just far enough for him not to be able to reach for them.
"Fuck, Yamira, at least let me have a smoke," Yuu pleads but he stands up from where he's been spending the night in her backroom, his back creaking from the cold concrete. He searches for his smokes and finds them in her other hand and sighs, moving a hand through his head. "Yeah, I brought you something."
"Depending on what, you might get something," Yamira smiles and finally gives him his glasses. Yuu slips them on, grateful for the shade they bring, before he reaches for his bag, taking out some skin that in the course of just one night has dried and thickened, it's scales now a metallic blue color.
"Ooooh, you got one of my siblings!" Yamira croons, taking the skin and testing its hardness. Yuu accepts the smokes but doesn't light one yet, instead slouching against a wall.
"Glad to know you're not taking it harshly," he says, already knowing that the Chameleon rarely feel sorry for the loss of one of their kin; it just means less territorial battle, more profit. "There's some blood in the fridge. And... uh, one heart."
"What happened with the other?" Yamira asks, but she moves to check the goods.
Yuu shrugs. "Things got ugly far too soon. You're lucky this didn't get torn."
"Uh," Yamira clicks her tongue but she closes the door of the fridge and looks at him with a pleased smile. Her aura is a thick green color that is barely human like this, when she's taking the form of another person, and it's only through use of her kin that he doesn't gag at the feel of it. "Well then. You won them."
He doesn't ask what the drug has and he never will; some cocaine most likely, the edges of it similar enough, but the rest is a mistery. He doens't mind much to find out what demon's bones he's inhaling, only cares that it keeps him - ironically enough - human and sane, or as sane as someone with his blood went.
He knows it's a miracle he's twenty one as it is. He watches as Yamira brings out the small bags of his Miracle, as she readies a line for himself and makes an inviting gesture. Yuu doesn't doubt, never doubts as he lowers, even knowing that any other demon would drive a knife through the nape of his neck right ahead. His own blood is wanted. At least for Yamira, he's more valuable like a hunter. For now.
After he goes without saying goodbye, the drug - both in pills and in pearly gray dust - save inside his jacket. It'll keep him steady for a few weeks, months if Mount LeBlanc and it's population keep low on the paranormal stuff.
He knows his chances of that are low; he always had had the most rotten of lucks when trying to ignore his so-called fate. He's been in town two weeks and not only he already has a dealer, he has his first kill. But it's a nice enough place to stay; a small weekend town with an ego, trying to grow. Too many clubs, a nice school, some good jobs here and there, mostly superstitious townies with little to no idea where they actually lived. He might as well relax a bit.
***
He had had the same dream since the moment he stepped into Mount LeBlanc. There was a House, broken and still very much alive. "Won't you come out here?" the House asked. It sounded like a small boy, wide black eyes looking into his. Human eyes. Like the eyes of the mother he doesn't remember anymore.
In the dreams, Yuu thought he was with other people. His abilities were never enough to read the future, but in the dreams Yuu sometimes wondered if he was actually seeing something that might happen someday, and found himself wishing that it would.
When he stopped throwing up, Yuu remained on the floor by the toilet, ignoring that it was dirty with blood and who knew what else. At the moment, the one thing important was that tucked there, he was less likely to fall over. His head was killing him, threatening to split over, his skin still too raw, his own blood still burning inside his body.
When he was sure he wasn't going to spill everything with his trembling hands, he reached inside his jacket, taking out a small silver box, opening it slowly before dragging out a pill. His mouth and throat were too raw and dry with the vomit and the incantation, but he couldn't wait for this until he managed to get something to drink, so he put the pill on his tongue and swallowed, counting to ten and then again and again until his heartbeat calmed down.
When he opened his eyes, everything was focused the way it was supposed to be, just the faint glow of aura and demonic traces that he had seen since he was a child there, colors as humans saw them.
He stumbled up, reaching towards one of the sinks to steady himself, splashing water unto his face. He still looked too pale, lips bitten red, pupils dilatated in a way that had nothing to do with the drug.
His eyes were still slated like a demon, red around the pupil. Yuu closed his eyes again and splashed more water, smearing the kohl and wetting his neck, just taking deep breaths. He was hard but he had to go out of the pub, before the demon's friends came. Yuu knew he hadn't recovered nearly enough to even try to fight, and his ammunition of rock-salt bullets was running low. Better go out before he passed out or over or anything disgusting like that. He had what he had come for, now it was time to scram. He picked up the demon entrails and skin, what he had managed to tear off the human it had possessed and tucked it into the plastic bag he had brought. The blood from the other demon felt heavy on the inside pocket of his jacket.
Yuu lighted a cigarette, hands only shaking a little, both froom the fight and the drug, and went out of that place, still human, the demon in him now calm enough now that it had tasted blood.
***
When he wakes up, the light's still too bright. He groans, searching for his sunglasses; they HAVE to be near, somewhere...
"Sweet, as pleasant as is watching you sleep, I don't run a hotel," he recognizes Yamira's voice through her hissing and when he peels open an eye he sees her, pink and red hair and a pierced eyebrow this time, her yellow eyes not amused. She's holding his glasses in her hand, just far enough for him not to be able to reach for them.
"Fuck, Yamira, at least let me have a smoke," Yuu pleads but he stands up from where he's been spending the night in her backroom, his back creaking from the cold concrete. He searches for his smokes and finds them in her other hand and sighs, moving a hand through his head. "Yeah, I brought you something."
"Depending on what, you might get something," Yamira smiles and finally gives him his glasses. Yuu slips them on, grateful for the shade they bring, before he reaches for his bag, taking out some skin that in the course of just one night has dried and thickened, it's scales now a metallic blue color.
"Ooooh, you got one of my siblings!" Yamira croons, taking the skin and testing its hardness. Yuu accepts the smokes but doesn't light one yet, instead slouching against a wall.
"Glad to know you're not taking it harshly," he says, already knowing that the Chameleon rarely feel sorry for the loss of one of their kin; it just means less territorial battle, more profit. "There's some blood in the fridge. And... uh, one heart."
"What happened with the other?" Yamira asks, but she moves to check the goods.
Yuu shrugs. "Things got ugly far too soon. You're lucky this didn't get torn."
"Uh," Yamira clicks her tongue but she closes the door of the fridge and looks at him with a pleased smile. Her aura is a thick green color that is barely human like this, when she's taking the form of another person, and it's only through use of her kin that he doesn't gag at the feel of it. "Well then. You won them."
He doesn't ask what the drug has and he never will; some cocaine most likely, the edges of it similar enough, but the rest is a mistery. He doens't mind much to find out what demon's bones he's inhaling, only cares that it keeps him - ironically enough - human and sane, or as sane as someone with his blood went.
He knows it's a miracle he's twenty one as it is. He watches as Yamira brings out the small bags of his Miracle, as she readies a line for himself and makes an inviting gesture. Yuu doesn't doubt, never doubts as he lowers, even knowing that any other demon would drive a knife through the nape of his neck right ahead. His own blood is wanted. At least for Yamira, he's more valuable like a hunter. For now.
After he goes without saying goodbye, the drug - both in pills and in pearly gray dust - save inside his jacket. It'll keep him steady for a few weeks, months if Mount LeBlanc and it's population keep low on the paranormal stuff.
He knows his chances of that are low; he always had had the most rotten of lucks when trying to ignore his so-called fate. He's been in town two weeks and not only he already has a dealer, he has his first kill. But it's a nice enough place to stay; a small weekend town with an ego, trying to grow. Too many clubs, a nice school, some good jobs here and there, mostly superstitious townies with little to no idea where they actually lived. He might as well relax a bit.
***
He had had the same dream since the moment he stepped into Mount LeBlanc. There was a House, broken and still very much alive. "Won't you come out here?" the House asked. It sounded like a small boy, wide black eyes looking into his. Human eyes. Like the eyes of the mother he doesn't remember anymore.
In the dreams, Yuu thought he was with other people. His abilities were never enough to read the future, but in the dreams Yuu sometimes wondered if he was actually seeing something that might happen someday, and found himself wishing that it would.