Canon Drabble [III]
The smell bothered him.
It didn't before, but for some reason, the smell of blood bothered Tyki so much today. Growling, he fought to control himself from killing another civillian as he rested in one of the abandoned alleys in London. He was entirely soaked in blood, fresh from his latest kill. Truthfully, Tyki didn't know where this sudden urge to kill came from, but he figured that the source was always the same.
The goddamn curse.
He growled a little, accidentally breaking his lighter when he felt his hands shaking again. It was beginning to get worse as time continued to pass on, and it didn't exactly help that after finding his twin star, the curse began to get stronger. Tyki placed his hands into the coat's pockets, closing his eyes as he continued to regain control of himself. He could hear Joyd in the back of his mind - whispering, begging to be released. The Noah of Pleasure held back a snort. Like hell he would let the Memory take over at this time. Tyki closed his eyes, wishing that he hadn't broken his lighter so that he could smoke.
A sudden crash was heard, causing Tyki to open his eyes to glance over to where it came from. He couldn't help but smirk when he caught sight of a man stumbling over his own feet, trying to regain balance. Gold eyes glinted in the darkness.
A scream was heard before everything went silent.
Off to the side, Tyki phased off all of the blood that was on him, deciding that now would be a good time to get rid of the smell of blood. However, before he decided to head to a hotel, Tyki stopped when he felt something tugging on his soul. Curious, the Noah of Pleasure followed the sensation, stopping when he saw a familiar redhead walk through town with a certain white-head and samurai.
He released a quiet, irritated growl. Truthfully, it bothered him to feel so worked up about one person.
Growling, Tyki faded back into the shadows, deciding that he would need a lot more kills to satisfy the curse for tonight.