High Seas - Kin
Kin - A Krory/Cho One Shot
Her kimono dropped over her bare shoulder. He felt the tingle start, somewhere behind his teeth and tongue.
No one but Eliade knew the inherent sensuality of his Innocence. As an increasingly asexual person, Krory too denied it, punished himself for it. But the plain facts is that he is attracted to demons. He would like to think that there is some gothic imagery there, that he is attracted to those who are on the inside what he resembles on the outside but the facts are physical: his body, through his Innocence, is attracted to Akuma. When Cho arrived he found himself increasingly drawn to her. His thoughts could be running elsewhere, and generally were, but he always looked up with a start to find her standing in front of him.
Her human form made it worse. Her youthful naivety reminded him of his friends, his first true friends in Lavi and Allen. Her smile and her brightness were worlds away from the dark, manipulative symbiosis of Eliade's love. But she was an Akuma. How could he possibly begin to sort out his feelings for her as a person from the predatory instinct of his vampirism?
“Drink up.”
Instinct wrestled thought in his mind and within a breath he found himself poised irresistibly over her shoulder. The scent of Akuma blood overrode everything else but he thought he could smell flowers under the sweat and that overbearing blood-scent. His nose itched as if he'd just inhaled thick smoke. He closed his eyes, to block out everyone else, embarrassed by his blood lust, by the sensual neediness of his Innocence. He stood in the blackness of his mind's eye, poised and ready... But the image of her white shoulder would not leave him. From the shoulder to the face, pulled in some childish pout of annoyance. In his mind he wanted to kiss her, lightly, chastely, thank her for saving him. Instinct wanted him to devour her. He cannot tear apart the mesh of desire and blood-hunger. He quavered for a moment. Image overrode instinct and Innocence, leaving him slightly nauseous. He pulled back and opened his eyes, sucking in air that didn't taste like blood and hormones. He turned away, hid his face.
“I won't drink the blood of a friend.” Instinct growled within.
“A friend?” She sounded surprised. He wondered if she'd had friends in her previous life... before she became an Akuma. He knew she was blushing, the heightened feeling of his Innocence alerted him to every rush and fall of her tainted blood.
“But I'm an Akuma!” She seemed preoccupied, flustered for the sake of her companions. But he knew it was for herself to. Friendship was not something an Akuma encountered. Before Headquarters, it wasn't something he had encountered either. He absorbed the knowledge of kinship to drown the internal baying for blood.
“You being an Akuma is not reason enough for me to drink your blood.”
There it was. That had to be thought about. But not now.