Log - Momo and Mizuki
Who: Momoshiro and Mizuki
What: Mm...PG? PG-13? Nothing bad
When: Recent
Why: Momoshiro calls Mizuki out for a fight and is answered
He hated nights like this, he thought as he locked his door to head out. Nights when he could feel the buzz of evil and sinister dealings hanging in the air, nights where it really felt like he might not make it to the morning. Hell, maybe it was just those adorable little threats on his journal that did it, but Momoshiro was starting to have a pretty bad feeling about the events to come. He'd donned dark clothing, as he usually did when duty called, and picked up his favorite black bag of goodies, just in case he needed them. It was utterly ridiculous to walk into a fight with a vampire unprepared, but he didn't really care anymore. Blind, white anger swirled in front of his eyes, and no matter how dangerous he knew it to be, he wasn't going to back down. He wasn't going to be reduced to some vampire's little fuck toy.
It was easy to follow the vampire from a distance. Consumed as Momoshiro was with his thoughts, Mizuki could have been broadcasting his presence to all of Tokyo without the hunter picking up on it. So he flickered in closer, blowing tauntingly into Momoshiro's ear before fluttering away again, becoming the figure standing up on the rooftops. It wasn't often that Mizuki got to play the part of the vampires in legend; when he did, however, he made sure to go all the way with it.
"Oh, fuck you," Momoshiro hissed between clenched teeth, knowing full well the vampire was in the area. He'd sensed him before the teasing, though as angry as he was, for a moment he discounted it. For a moment, he'd doubted himself. He let one hand fall to rest on the single strap of his bag, poised and ready for an assault if it occurred. Fool me once, vamp, shame on me. Fool me twice, I'll cut you down. As much as it felt like a really bad B-movie, Momoshiro was near bristling, tuning his senses to the world around him. This, at least, he excelled at.
Such a temper, little hunter. It'll be the end of you. Mizuki sat on the building's edge, legs crossed lightly as his eyes focused in sharply on the hunter below. The blood was starting to heat up in his veins, his body knowing a fight was going to begin soon. It'd been too long, far too long. What was the last thing he had attacked, anyway? Oh, that's right. Those disgusting...things that had attacked that other poor hunter child. He had smelled like that thing for days after.
As soon as he could feel him, high up above, Momoshiro stooped and turned his face to the light breeze blowing between the buildings. This was the thing he hated most about his job. Was something going to get torn up? Would bystanders somehow get involved? Would tonight be the night he lost? He breathed deeply, taking in the scent of a downtown metropolitan area, and made up his mind. The high-rise was under renovation, offices being converted to apartments. He could break the lock and get in easily enough, and reduce risks at the same time. You coming down to me, or am I taking the stairs?
Mizuki hummed quietly and swung his legs back and forth, trying not to feel as giddy about this as he was. He gnawed on his tongue slightly and tipped his head back, gazing up toward the sky. Well, I'm already here, Hunter-kun. And this rooftop is rather nice and empty. It'll keep the precious pedestrians out of the way, ne? And besides...it'll add a bit of excitement. For you, anyway. Hope you don't fall off. A chuckle was left to echo inside of Momoshiro's head and Mizuki fell backwards onto the rooftop, twisting to bring himself up to his feet.
Not a chance in hell. He barely had to touch the lock and whisper softly, letting a soft wave of energy surge out through the fingertip, allowing him entrance to the building. Momoshiro took the steps three at a time, long legs striding effortlessly up the stairwell, floor after floor. His desire pushed him, a type of desire to fight that he'd never felt before, the desire to prove himself rather than just to take care of business. Somehow, tonight was going to be satisfying. He loathed it, and relished it all at once.
The night air was crisp and cool atop the building, and he felt it wash over him like ocean surf when he opened the rooftop door. Across from him, at the edge of the building, he felt a tiny pinprick of existence, something that burned at the corner of his awareness. His opponent: the vampire.
Mizuki was standing with his head turned to the side, seemingly not even caring that a hunter had appeared on the rooftop. He looked entranced with something out on the horizon, and eventually deemed Momoshiro enough of a presence to turn his gaze away. Something flared up around him, though, a Presence of fear intended not to make the hunter run away, but at least begin regretting his actions. "Yo, Hunter-kun."
The moment the power flared up, Momoshiro raised one arm to block his face instinctively. Against his better judgment, the right foot was taking a single step back, as if prepared to assist him in a hasty retreat at any moment. He willed it to stay planted though, giving him the open stance of a fighter on the defensive. No idle vampire's tricks would make him stand down this soon. He had too much to prove. "Good evening to you.... Mizuki, was it? Been eating any kids lately?" His first offensive was a subtle one, a gentle nudge to provoke the vampire's thoughts. It hardly seemed like an attack at all.
"None that weren't willing, I can assure you." Mizuki stood idly with his hands behind his back, head tipped to the side. Wind ruffled his hair only slightly as unbidden thoughts flickered across his mind. He blinked a few times and shook his head quickly, tipping it to the side as if to shake the thoughts out of his head. No need to think about that pretty little thing he ate last night. How annoying. Insinuate.
Well, at least it did its job for a moment. Mentally, Momoshiro checked his list. He had a gun, like it would do any good. He had hidden weapons just in case... But he preferred to keep his hands empty until he really needed to use them. Same tune, new key. "How're the roomies? No spats, I hope. I hear, uh, arguing's bad for the complexion." The hunter took a few steps forward, hands down at his sides as he allowed his bag to slide to the ground, where it landed with a muffled metallic thunk. He needed to get closer if this was going to be any sort of a fair fight. He had to get in range before the damn Toreador launched a major mental offensive.
"Of course not. There's too much to do and arguing will just delay the inevitable. Why fight when getting along is so much more fun?" Mizuki's eyes flickered toward the bag and he hummed quietly, tipping his head to the side. "Mm? Have something in that little bag there, Hunter-kun?" The vampire just stood there in silence, watching as Momo approached him. He really did want to know just what it was that the hunter was capable of. And while Mizuki wasn't all that worried about losing, it didn't mean he let down the Presence he had flare up before.
Momoshiro gritted his teeth as the vampire inched closer. "Ain't a thing in that bag that's any good to you, but I won't stop you if you feel like evening up the odds." But that damn power flare was annoying, to be certain. Must be a Toreador thing or something, but the "go to hell" look directed at the hunter was enough to make him feel like he'd been fairly kicked in the gut. First, more human instincts told Momoshiro to run the fuck away, far away, even if it meant trying to clear the distance between this building and the next. Instead, he gritted his teeth again and bit his tongue to bring consciousness back onto a more normal level. He didn't really notice that he'd backed several steps away from his bag. His hands were now back at a defensive position, and he began thinking through a plan of attack. It didn't seem likely that the vampire would make the first move.
"Hmm..." Mizuki disappeared from Momoshiro's sight, only to reappear not a second later next to the bag. He crouched down and unzipped it, opening it up to reveal the weapons glittering inside. A low whistle escaped him as he pulled out a long dagger, holding it up so the moonlight glinted off the blade. "Nice collection, Hunter-kun. Are these all to fight just little ol' me?" Mizuki stood up and tossed the blade in the air a few times, watching it flip end over end in a way to test its balance. "Don't I feel special."
"Don't flatter yourself," he replied with a wince. "That's just for backup. You haven't even seen my real weapons yet, I can assure you. Better hope you don't have to." The feelings were starting to bubble to the surface, now, and Momoshiro barely held them down. Like nausea, he realized just how ridiculously gorgeous the vampire was, especially with something so beautifully dangerous in his hands. One last try, so he'd buy time to steady himself. "You like knives or guns better?" The hunter slid one hand behind his back, reaching underneath the jacket he wore and pulling out a gun slowly.
Mizuki's eyes finally sharpened, a look crossing over his features that wasn't there before; he was finally taking this seriously. He flipped the blade one more time before holding it aloft in an attack position, his lips curling upward in something far more than a smirk but not quite a sneer. "I recommend pulling all the stops on this fight, Hunter-kun. I'm not going to go easy on you." And then Mizuki was gone again, nothing more than a pretty little blur dashing all around Momoshiro, trying to disorient him. After a few moments passed, he dodged in close to the hunter, dagger raised and aimed at the other's arm. He was already dashing around again before the cut appeared on the hunter's upper arm.
Momoshiro may not have seen it coming, but he felt it, a churning in the pit of his stomach when the vampire became less visible, and an even worse feeling the instant he realized he'd been hit. He whirled around, hand emerging from behind his back, and fired six shots directly at where Mizuki's hand should have been, holding the dagger. Upon realizing the absolute futility of that action, he cast the gun aside. With another quick turn, he chanted something lowly, and his hand glowed softly, pulsating with blue light. As he turned to face where the vampire was now standing, he brought his hand to bear. It now held a beautiful, lithe, glowing silver sword with a single amethyst embedded in the hilt.
Pretty. That was the first thing that came to Mizuki's mind as he looked at the glowing sword now in Momoshiro's hand. Gods it was an absolutely beautiful sword. And that amethyst! It was such a pure color! Mizuki felt strangely drawn toward it, and he took a few slow steps forward, eyes locked on to the hilt of the sword. It was just so gorgeous...Mizuki wanted to touch it. Yes. Touch it, and capture it. What peril? Was he in peril?
He lowered the sword swiftly, somehow unconsciously not aiming for the vampire's head, and drew the tip up even with Mizuki's neck. "Stop right there." Why the hell isn't he putting up a fight? This makes no sense... The hunter took a moment to survey his injury. The cut wasn't deep enough to really bother him, and he could easily mutter a quick Respire if he desperately needed to... But this was just too weird. The vampire seemed mesmerized by the sword, rather far from the "surprised" or "terrified" that Momoshiro had expected. After all, the thing had just materialized at his call, out of seemingly nothing. That really was supposed to surprise people. With a quick twist of his wrist, he left a little half-moon cut on Mizuki's neck, in that god-awful place--the first place he'd kissed that neck. Instinct had aimed his blow.
Well, that did it. Mizuki blinked rapidly at the cut and in a second was feet away from Momoshiro again, shaking his head to clear the entrancement out of his head. Stupid fucking Toreador curse, anyway. Stupid pretty sword. He licked his lips slowly; eyes now back to being focused. A hand came up to lightly touch the cut on his neck and Mizuki drew his fingers away in order to look down at them. He flicked his tongue out and licked the blood from his fingertips, eyes locked on Momoshiro the whole while. "Someone has a bit of luck on his side." Fire lit the backs of Mizuki's eyes as he began darting around again, dodging in quick to cut at Momoshiro a few more times: once across the chest, the stomach, and another across the back. None of the cuts were incredibly deep, but enough to cut through the hunter's shirt and to cause blood to swell.
That had done it, had gotten the vampire going so Momoshiro felt like he was in a real fight again. That was what he wanted, even if it did... kinda... get his shirt shredded. Minor setback. "New kink, vamp?" he roared, lunging backward and re-establishing his footing in preparation for a charge. He'd deflect the next attack, no matter where it came from. He was confident now. With a wide, half-crazed grin spreading across his face, the hunter stripped away the remnants of his last good black shirt. "Now I don't have anything to wear to work in the morning, vamp. I expect you to pay me back for that." Now, as he felt the blood trickle down from the wound across his chest, the fight had begun for Momoshiro.
The dagger was lifted, and Mizuki brought it to his lips to lick what little blood was on its tip off. "Delicious." His eyes flashed again and Mizuki was once more on the attack. He was moving in quicker, slashing out faster, not even caring if he was hitting Momoshiro anymore or not. He was driven, now; he wasn't going to kill the hunter, oh no. Momoshiro fascinated him far too much for Mizuki to just go and kill him. Some might even call it an infatuation, something bordering on obsession. "Round and round the Hunter we dance. Light grows dark, and dark goes fast. Death creates a thrumming din. With his blood we'll sing again."
"Shut up!" The hunter cried out, focusing his energy on the now predictable angles of attack. He sighed inwardly with relief as the next attack bounced off an invisible shield, leaving the vampire undeterred but slightly bemused. "Stupid parlor tricks won't work on me, either. I'm not here for a concert, I'm here to kill you!" Momoshiro stepped forward with great determination, sword aiming directly at the vampire's midsection. It wasn't a shot intended to kill or even really maim. It was punctuation, sheer will and determination focused on making a point. He wasn't going down without a good fight, and he wasn't going to let this vampire leave without a cautionary message for his mouthy friends. "Don't you" Slash. "have somewhere" Slice. "better to be?" For a moment, he stopped, breath still coming steadily, and he showed no sign of exhaustion. With a smirk, he leveled his sword at the vampire once again. "If you've got a death wish, I'd be happy to grant it now."
"Somewhere better to be? Of course I do, Hunter-kun. But you're the one who called me out, remember? I couldn't very well decline." Mizuki chuckled quietly as the blade sliced through him, but without the intent to kill, it did nothing more than break the skin. The vampire bounded backwards a few steps and looked down to watch the wounds heal back over again. He touched his stomach where the cut had been before promptly realizing that this shirt really wasn't going to be that much good anymore. With an almost annoyed sigh, Mizuki ripped off the bottom half of it and tossed it aside, glaring. "That was one of my favorite tops." Mizuki proceeded to pretend to dust imaginary lint off his person before eyeing Momoshiro. "Fine. You want to end this?"
Momoshiro clenched his unoccupied fist. Of course he knew the vampire would heal up, but he hadn't really expected it to be that damn fast. Hell, he really thought it would shake the vampire, rather than simply annoying him, as it seemed to have done. "Yeah, sorry about the shirt, I'm sure. Think I was happy with what you did to mine?" He ran his fingers through his hair, as though it would help clear his head. "Looks like we're back to even again. So let's finish it. You haven't done a damn thing to me or mine, so I can't rightly kill you, but..." The sword was pointed back at the hunter's opponent now. "I sure can make you remember the name Momoshiro Takeshi."
Little did the poor hunter know that Mizuki DID remember the name Momoshiro Takeshi, and he remembered it well. Mizuki sighed quietly and took a few steps forward, tipping his chin up. "Fine, Momoshiro Takeshi. Just remember: if you're going to kill a vampire, kill him. None of this aiming to stun stuff you seemed to be doing tonight. Most of us have seen everything there is to see, anyway." And with that, Mizuki simply stared at Momoshiro, eyes intense as he focused the attack. Soon enough, what felt like the world's largest migraine was bearing down on the hunter.
He locked his gaze to the vampire's, razor-sharp comeback poised on his tongue. There was a beat, deafening silence in his ears that instantly turned to a ringing. "Fuck..." The exclamation came out as little more than a whimper as Momoshiro collapsed to the ground, sword shattering out of existence. He'd heard about these kind of attacks, but he'd never had the great misfortune of experiencing one. It was the end, and he'd lost. He watched with a watery stare as the vampire slowly moved. Maybe today was a good day to die, after all. Why did I let him get to me like that? I should've just killed him.
Mizuki stepped forward slowly, hands clasped behind his back as he gazed down at the now crumpled hunter. When he was standing beside Momoshiro's body, Mizuki crouched down in order to peer at him closer, a tiny little smile on his face. His hand snatched out quickly and he took hold of the other's neck, hauling him up by the grip. Really, he could easily snap the hunter's neck right now, but he opted not to. Instead, Mizuki leaned forward and gave Momoshiro a fierce kiss before pulling back with a grin. "I win." His hand let go, letting the hunter fall back to the roof, and Mizuki stood up and walked away, disappearing over the edge of the building.
Momoshiro dropped back down to his knees after being released and rolled onto his back. Now, he was tired. Now, he was finished. Now, for some reason, the whole thing seemed terribly amusing. Rather than killing him--could it be?--the asshole had kissed him. "I gotta hand it to you, vamp," he said quietly, to no one, "that little move I didn't see coming." He laughed, long and loud, the sound spilling out across the night sky. Losing just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
What: Mm...PG? PG-13? Nothing bad
When: Recent
Why: Momoshiro calls Mizuki out for a fight and is answered
He hated nights like this, he thought as he locked his door to head out. Nights when he could feel the buzz of evil and sinister dealings hanging in the air, nights where it really felt like he might not make it to the morning. Hell, maybe it was just those adorable little threats on his journal that did it, but Momoshiro was starting to have a pretty bad feeling about the events to come. He'd donned dark clothing, as he usually did when duty called, and picked up his favorite black bag of goodies, just in case he needed them. It was utterly ridiculous to walk into a fight with a vampire unprepared, but he didn't really care anymore. Blind, white anger swirled in front of his eyes, and no matter how dangerous he knew it to be, he wasn't going to back down. He wasn't going to be reduced to some vampire's little fuck toy.
It was easy to follow the vampire from a distance. Consumed as Momoshiro was with his thoughts, Mizuki could have been broadcasting his presence to all of Tokyo without the hunter picking up on it. So he flickered in closer, blowing tauntingly into Momoshiro's ear before fluttering away again, becoming the figure standing up on the rooftops. It wasn't often that Mizuki got to play the part of the vampires in legend; when he did, however, he made sure to go all the way with it.
"Oh, fuck you," Momoshiro hissed between clenched teeth, knowing full well the vampire was in the area. He'd sensed him before the teasing, though as angry as he was, for a moment he discounted it. For a moment, he'd doubted himself. He let one hand fall to rest on the single strap of his bag, poised and ready for an assault if it occurred. Fool me once, vamp, shame on me. Fool me twice, I'll cut you down. As much as it felt like a really bad B-movie, Momoshiro was near bristling, tuning his senses to the world around him. This, at least, he excelled at.
Such a temper, little hunter. It'll be the end of you. Mizuki sat on the building's edge, legs crossed lightly as his eyes focused in sharply on the hunter below. The blood was starting to heat up in his veins, his body knowing a fight was going to begin soon. It'd been too long, far too long. What was the last thing he had attacked, anyway? Oh, that's right. Those disgusting...things that had attacked that other poor hunter child. He had smelled like that thing for days after.
As soon as he could feel him, high up above, Momoshiro stooped and turned his face to the light breeze blowing between the buildings. This was the thing he hated most about his job. Was something going to get torn up? Would bystanders somehow get involved? Would tonight be the night he lost? He breathed deeply, taking in the scent of a downtown metropolitan area, and made up his mind. The high-rise was under renovation, offices being converted to apartments. He could break the lock and get in easily enough, and reduce risks at the same time. You coming down to me, or am I taking the stairs?
Mizuki hummed quietly and swung his legs back and forth, trying not to feel as giddy about this as he was. He gnawed on his tongue slightly and tipped his head back, gazing up toward the sky. Well, I'm already here, Hunter-kun. And this rooftop is rather nice and empty. It'll keep the precious pedestrians out of the way, ne? And besides...it'll add a bit of excitement. For you, anyway. Hope you don't fall off. A chuckle was left to echo inside of Momoshiro's head and Mizuki fell backwards onto the rooftop, twisting to bring himself up to his feet.
Not a chance in hell. He barely had to touch the lock and whisper softly, letting a soft wave of energy surge out through the fingertip, allowing him entrance to the building. Momoshiro took the steps three at a time, long legs striding effortlessly up the stairwell, floor after floor. His desire pushed him, a type of desire to fight that he'd never felt before, the desire to prove himself rather than just to take care of business. Somehow, tonight was going to be satisfying. He loathed it, and relished it all at once.
The night air was crisp and cool atop the building, and he felt it wash over him like ocean surf when he opened the rooftop door. Across from him, at the edge of the building, he felt a tiny pinprick of existence, something that burned at the corner of his awareness. His opponent: the vampire.
Mizuki was standing with his head turned to the side, seemingly not even caring that a hunter had appeared on the rooftop. He looked entranced with something out on the horizon, and eventually deemed Momoshiro enough of a presence to turn his gaze away. Something flared up around him, though, a Presence of fear intended not to make the hunter run away, but at least begin regretting his actions. "Yo, Hunter-kun."
The moment the power flared up, Momoshiro raised one arm to block his face instinctively. Against his better judgment, the right foot was taking a single step back, as if prepared to assist him in a hasty retreat at any moment. He willed it to stay planted though, giving him the open stance of a fighter on the defensive. No idle vampire's tricks would make him stand down this soon. He had too much to prove. "Good evening to you.... Mizuki, was it? Been eating any kids lately?" His first offensive was a subtle one, a gentle nudge to provoke the vampire's thoughts. It hardly seemed like an attack at all.
"None that weren't willing, I can assure you." Mizuki stood idly with his hands behind his back, head tipped to the side. Wind ruffled his hair only slightly as unbidden thoughts flickered across his mind. He blinked a few times and shook his head quickly, tipping it to the side as if to shake the thoughts out of his head. No need to think about that pretty little thing he ate last night. How annoying. Insinuate.
Well, at least it did its job for a moment. Mentally, Momoshiro checked his list. He had a gun, like it would do any good. He had hidden weapons just in case... But he preferred to keep his hands empty until he really needed to use them. Same tune, new key. "How're the roomies? No spats, I hope. I hear, uh, arguing's bad for the complexion." The hunter took a few steps forward, hands down at his sides as he allowed his bag to slide to the ground, where it landed with a muffled metallic thunk. He needed to get closer if this was going to be any sort of a fair fight. He had to get in range before the damn Toreador launched a major mental offensive.
"Of course not. There's too much to do and arguing will just delay the inevitable. Why fight when getting along is so much more fun?" Mizuki's eyes flickered toward the bag and he hummed quietly, tipping his head to the side. "Mm? Have something in that little bag there, Hunter-kun?" The vampire just stood there in silence, watching as Momo approached him. He really did want to know just what it was that the hunter was capable of. And while Mizuki wasn't all that worried about losing, it didn't mean he let down the Presence he had flare up before.
Momoshiro gritted his teeth as the vampire inched closer. "Ain't a thing in that bag that's any good to you, but I won't stop you if you feel like evening up the odds." But that damn power flare was annoying, to be certain. Must be a Toreador thing or something, but the "go to hell" look directed at the hunter was enough to make him feel like he'd been fairly kicked in the gut. First, more human instincts told Momoshiro to run the fuck away, far away, even if it meant trying to clear the distance between this building and the next. Instead, he gritted his teeth again and bit his tongue to bring consciousness back onto a more normal level. He didn't really notice that he'd backed several steps away from his bag. His hands were now back at a defensive position, and he began thinking through a plan of attack. It didn't seem likely that the vampire would make the first move.
"Hmm..." Mizuki disappeared from Momoshiro's sight, only to reappear not a second later next to the bag. He crouched down and unzipped it, opening it up to reveal the weapons glittering inside. A low whistle escaped him as he pulled out a long dagger, holding it up so the moonlight glinted off the blade. "Nice collection, Hunter-kun. Are these all to fight just little ol' me?" Mizuki stood up and tossed the blade in the air a few times, watching it flip end over end in a way to test its balance. "Don't I feel special."
"Don't flatter yourself," he replied with a wince. "That's just for backup. You haven't even seen my real weapons yet, I can assure you. Better hope you don't have to." The feelings were starting to bubble to the surface, now, and Momoshiro barely held them down. Like nausea, he realized just how ridiculously gorgeous the vampire was, especially with something so beautifully dangerous in his hands. One last try, so he'd buy time to steady himself. "You like knives or guns better?" The hunter slid one hand behind his back, reaching underneath the jacket he wore and pulling out a gun slowly.
Mizuki's eyes finally sharpened, a look crossing over his features that wasn't there before; he was finally taking this seriously. He flipped the blade one more time before holding it aloft in an attack position, his lips curling upward in something far more than a smirk but not quite a sneer. "I recommend pulling all the stops on this fight, Hunter-kun. I'm not going to go easy on you." And then Mizuki was gone again, nothing more than a pretty little blur dashing all around Momoshiro, trying to disorient him. After a few moments passed, he dodged in close to the hunter, dagger raised and aimed at the other's arm. He was already dashing around again before the cut appeared on the hunter's upper arm.
Momoshiro may not have seen it coming, but he felt it, a churning in the pit of his stomach when the vampire became less visible, and an even worse feeling the instant he realized he'd been hit. He whirled around, hand emerging from behind his back, and fired six shots directly at where Mizuki's hand should have been, holding the dagger. Upon realizing the absolute futility of that action, he cast the gun aside. With another quick turn, he chanted something lowly, and his hand glowed softly, pulsating with blue light. As he turned to face where the vampire was now standing, he brought his hand to bear. It now held a beautiful, lithe, glowing silver sword with a single amethyst embedded in the hilt.
Pretty. That was the first thing that came to Mizuki's mind as he looked at the glowing sword now in Momoshiro's hand. Gods it was an absolutely beautiful sword. And that amethyst! It was such a pure color! Mizuki felt strangely drawn toward it, and he took a few slow steps forward, eyes locked on to the hilt of the sword. It was just so gorgeous...Mizuki wanted to touch it. Yes. Touch it, and capture it. What peril? Was he in peril?
He lowered the sword swiftly, somehow unconsciously not aiming for the vampire's head, and drew the tip up even with Mizuki's neck. "Stop right there." Why the hell isn't he putting up a fight? This makes no sense... The hunter took a moment to survey his injury. The cut wasn't deep enough to really bother him, and he could easily mutter a quick Respire if he desperately needed to... But this was just too weird. The vampire seemed mesmerized by the sword, rather far from the "surprised" or "terrified" that Momoshiro had expected. After all, the thing had just materialized at his call, out of seemingly nothing. That really was supposed to surprise people. With a quick twist of his wrist, he left a little half-moon cut on Mizuki's neck, in that god-awful place--the first place he'd kissed that neck. Instinct had aimed his blow.
Well, that did it. Mizuki blinked rapidly at the cut and in a second was feet away from Momoshiro again, shaking his head to clear the entrancement out of his head. Stupid fucking Toreador curse, anyway. Stupid pretty sword. He licked his lips slowly; eyes now back to being focused. A hand came up to lightly touch the cut on his neck and Mizuki drew his fingers away in order to look down at them. He flicked his tongue out and licked the blood from his fingertips, eyes locked on Momoshiro the whole while. "Someone has a bit of luck on his side." Fire lit the backs of Mizuki's eyes as he began darting around again, dodging in quick to cut at Momoshiro a few more times: once across the chest, the stomach, and another across the back. None of the cuts were incredibly deep, but enough to cut through the hunter's shirt and to cause blood to swell.
That had done it, had gotten the vampire going so Momoshiro felt like he was in a real fight again. That was what he wanted, even if it did... kinda... get his shirt shredded. Minor setback. "New kink, vamp?" he roared, lunging backward and re-establishing his footing in preparation for a charge. He'd deflect the next attack, no matter where it came from. He was confident now. With a wide, half-crazed grin spreading across his face, the hunter stripped away the remnants of his last good black shirt. "Now I don't have anything to wear to work in the morning, vamp. I expect you to pay me back for that." Now, as he felt the blood trickle down from the wound across his chest, the fight had begun for Momoshiro.
The dagger was lifted, and Mizuki brought it to his lips to lick what little blood was on its tip off. "Delicious." His eyes flashed again and Mizuki was once more on the attack. He was moving in quicker, slashing out faster, not even caring if he was hitting Momoshiro anymore or not. He was driven, now; he wasn't going to kill the hunter, oh no. Momoshiro fascinated him far too much for Mizuki to just go and kill him. Some might even call it an infatuation, something bordering on obsession. "Round and round the Hunter we dance. Light grows dark, and dark goes fast. Death creates a thrumming din. With his blood we'll sing again."
"Shut up!" The hunter cried out, focusing his energy on the now predictable angles of attack. He sighed inwardly with relief as the next attack bounced off an invisible shield, leaving the vampire undeterred but slightly bemused. "Stupid parlor tricks won't work on me, either. I'm not here for a concert, I'm here to kill you!" Momoshiro stepped forward with great determination, sword aiming directly at the vampire's midsection. It wasn't a shot intended to kill or even really maim. It was punctuation, sheer will and determination focused on making a point. He wasn't going down without a good fight, and he wasn't going to let this vampire leave without a cautionary message for his mouthy friends. "Don't you" Slash. "have somewhere" Slice. "better to be?" For a moment, he stopped, breath still coming steadily, and he showed no sign of exhaustion. With a smirk, he leveled his sword at the vampire once again. "If you've got a death wish, I'd be happy to grant it now."
"Somewhere better to be? Of course I do, Hunter-kun. But you're the one who called me out, remember? I couldn't very well decline." Mizuki chuckled quietly as the blade sliced through him, but without the intent to kill, it did nothing more than break the skin. The vampire bounded backwards a few steps and looked down to watch the wounds heal back over again. He touched his stomach where the cut had been before promptly realizing that this shirt really wasn't going to be that much good anymore. With an almost annoyed sigh, Mizuki ripped off the bottom half of it and tossed it aside, glaring. "That was one of my favorite tops." Mizuki proceeded to pretend to dust imaginary lint off his person before eyeing Momoshiro. "Fine. You want to end this?"
Momoshiro clenched his unoccupied fist. Of course he knew the vampire would heal up, but he hadn't really expected it to be that damn fast. Hell, he really thought it would shake the vampire, rather than simply annoying him, as it seemed to have done. "Yeah, sorry about the shirt, I'm sure. Think I was happy with what you did to mine?" He ran his fingers through his hair, as though it would help clear his head. "Looks like we're back to even again. So let's finish it. You haven't done a damn thing to me or mine, so I can't rightly kill you, but..." The sword was pointed back at the hunter's opponent now. "I sure can make you remember the name Momoshiro Takeshi."
Little did the poor hunter know that Mizuki DID remember the name Momoshiro Takeshi, and he remembered it well. Mizuki sighed quietly and took a few steps forward, tipping his chin up. "Fine, Momoshiro Takeshi. Just remember: if you're going to kill a vampire, kill him. None of this aiming to stun stuff you seemed to be doing tonight. Most of us have seen everything there is to see, anyway." And with that, Mizuki simply stared at Momoshiro, eyes intense as he focused the attack. Soon enough, what felt like the world's largest migraine was bearing down on the hunter.
He locked his gaze to the vampire's, razor-sharp comeback poised on his tongue. There was a beat, deafening silence in his ears that instantly turned to a ringing. "Fuck..." The exclamation came out as little more than a whimper as Momoshiro collapsed to the ground, sword shattering out of existence. He'd heard about these kind of attacks, but he'd never had the great misfortune of experiencing one. It was the end, and he'd lost. He watched with a watery stare as the vampire slowly moved. Maybe today was a good day to die, after all. Why did I let him get to me like that? I should've just killed him.
Mizuki stepped forward slowly, hands clasped behind his back as he gazed down at the now crumpled hunter. When he was standing beside Momoshiro's body, Mizuki crouched down in order to peer at him closer, a tiny little smile on his face. His hand snatched out quickly and he took hold of the other's neck, hauling him up by the grip. Really, he could easily snap the hunter's neck right now, but he opted not to. Instead, Mizuki leaned forward and gave Momoshiro a fierce kiss before pulling back with a grin. "I win." His hand let go, letting the hunter fall back to the roof, and Mizuki stood up and walked away, disappearing over the edge of the building.
Momoshiro dropped back down to his knees after being released and rolled onto his back. Now, he was tired. Now, he was finished. Now, for some reason, the whole thing seemed terribly amusing. Rather than killing him--could it be?--the asshole had kissed him. "I gotta hand it to you, vamp," he said quietly, to no one, "that little move I didn't see coming." He laughed, long and loud, the sound spilling out across the night sky. Losing just got a hell of a lot more interesting.