Log- Bane & Hiyoshi
Who: Bane & Hiyoshi
What: Bane drops by Hiyoshi's to deliver a present after warning him of his coming visit online.
When: Nov 24th
Where: Hiyoshi's apartment
Rating: PG maybe?
Bane sighed and wished the night was a little livelier. It seemed that tonight of all nights the streets were a little less busy than they usually were, which made for slim pickings when it came to people to annoy on his way home. The prospect was dissatisfying for the vampire that stood outside Hiyoshi Wakashi’s apartment with a small box in his hand. He was there just to deliver the tags, he told himself as he knocked on the door. Okay, so maybe he was there to get under Hiyoshi’s skin as well, but that was his secret.
He grinned as he shoved aside the depressing thought of having very little sport to look forward to on his walk home, and then waited for the inevitable opening of the door.
Hiyoshi, who had been curled up nice and warm under a pile of blankets, left his little nest a bit reluctantly and went to open the door. Cat, who had been playing with a small rubber ball, meowed and shot under the bed.
"What is it this time--" he yawned, expecting it was his classmate coming to borrow his homework again. Seeing it was Kurobane, he spluttered," You. How'd you get past security?"
“What security?” Bane immediately answered with far too much innocence coloring his words. If he knew anything about that particular subject he wasn’t going to spill it, so it was with a grin that he met Hiyoshi’s spluttering. “And, yes, me; were you expecting anyone else?”
"Maybe," Hiyoshi huffed, scratching the back of his head. Maybe it was the lazy guard's shift today. "Now what do you want?"
“There’s no maybe about it. The desk was empty when I got here, and is that really how you greet your friends?” Bane asked with a feigned frown, displaying sadness he truly didn’t feel.
“And after I came all this way with a present for you, too. Cheh!”
"What present?" asked Hiyoshi suspiciously, but he was curious enough to stand aside and allow Kurobane to enter. "Can't be anything good."
He stepped inside, waiting for the door to close behind them noting the lack of a visible Cat. Only partially wondering why the beast always ran and hid, Bane dangled the tiny box under Hiyoshi’s nose. “Then fine, don’t take it, if that’s the way you want to be. Not like I went through any trouble while thinking of something nice to get you.”
Hiyoshi wrinkled his nose in a scowl. "I don't even know why you're suddenly giving me gifts."
“One could consider it a gift to make up for causing you to hurt your leg, but since you don’t want it.” He shrugged and made to tuck the box away in his pocket. He certainly wasn’t going to beg Hiyoshi to take it. That much was for sure, Bane told himself.
"You needn't have bothered," said Hiyoshi, nearly two decades of proper polite behavior that had been hammered into his skull coming to the fore. He couldn't help darting a few quick glances to Kurobane's pocket, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“I needn’t ever do anything,” he answered with as much arrogance as he was known for. “I do what I do because I want to or I feel I must.” With the subject of the gift now hidden in his pocket over and done with, Bane turned his attention to the couch he ambled toward with lazy strides. It might have looked as if he was letting the subject drop, but later would see the gift sneakily left behind and strategically placed for the human to find and then growl over when he saw at least part of what was inside.
Hiyoshi sniffed, and decided that the best course of action, like always, was to ignore the other man. He dismissed thoughts about the nature of the parcel and bent to look under the bed. "Cat," he called, reaching out to try and get the feline out. He'd get all dusty under there and try to roll on Hiyoshi's clean sheets again. "Come on--ouch!" Hiyoshi withdrew with a hiss, glaring at the blood welling from the scratch that blasted cat had given him.
Bane stilled when the scent of blood reached him. Arrested by the scent that to him smelled sweeter and more intoxicating than any fine wine, he drew it in savoring as much as he damned it right then. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that roses have thorns and cats have claws?” he tsked as he turned, changing his plans from heading to the couch to acquire himself a seat to stalking to Hiyoshi’s side.
"Cat's just being difficult today," grumbled Hiyoshi, sucking on the cut. He turned towards a nearby drawer and started rummaging in it for a plaster. "...Damn, I'm out."
“Let me see that, and from what I gather, Cat is always difficult.” He murmured stepping closer and reaching for the injured hand to draw it from Hiyoshi’s mouth. “He’s just like his pet in that.”
"What are you doing?" Hiyoshi frowned. "And did you just call me the cat's pet, again?"
“For now, I’m just looking at this, but I foresee that later will have me tending it far better than you.” He answered with a near mocking grin. “I don’t see why you have to ask that question as you already know that I believe Cat owns you and not the other way around, now be quite and let me take care of this.”
He knew the bratty human probably expected something along the lines of him dragging him to a sink to wash the wound clean, perhaps slapping some sort of antibiotic ointment, and then snuggly patching it up with a plaster. However, Bane did none of those things. Instead, he stepped closer to the human drawing the seeping wound to his mouth. “I’m sure I appreciate this,” Bane purred as he drew his tongue lazily over the scratch, savoring the taste of Hiyoshi’s blood with devilish delight. “More than you ever will.”
"Hey!" Alarmed, Hiyoshi tried to snatch his hand away. "What are you doing? Stop it, you weirdo." It tingled, and sent a jolt of something through his body that Hiyoshi decided had to be disgust.
Bane tightened his grip on Hiyoshi’s wrist, shooting a sharp look toward startled eyes with the first jerk the human gave on his arm. “The same thing you were doing. The only difference is… I do it better.” He teasingly mocked as he gave the scratch another lick. This one, long and lingering, swiped up along the miniscule wound and down again, deliberately done with no remorse whatsoever for how startled he had made his companion.
Hiyoshi growled and struggled again. He'd nearly forgotten that this man was exceedingly strong. "What are you, a pervert?" he demanded, trying to decide whether it would be worthwhile kicking Kurobane.
“I thought we had already established that.” Bane answered with a laugh, releasing his hold at last but not before leaving his own mark on Hiyoshi in the form of tiny indentions where his teeth nipped playfully at warm skin, before he pulled away. “But in this case, no, I was merely tending your wound, and if you’d stop spazzing like some kind of virgin for ten seconds you’ll notice it isn’t bleeding as much now.”
Lightly, his laved his tongue over his bottom lip savoring the lingering taste that would now allow him to pick Hiyoshi out of a crowd of many. Each individual person had a unique scent and taste to their blood, and Bane always made it a habit to pay special attention to those he ran across, even when such a small sample only left him hungering for more.
Narrowing his eyes at Kurobane crossly, Hiyoshi snapped, " Of course it did; cuts like that stop bleeding very quickly anyway. And people don't generally go around licking other people's wounds."
“Then perhaps I just wanted to lick you.” Bane quipped evilly, waiting for the coming embarrassment or shock he was sure such words would garner.
Flushing red, Hiyoshi abruptly stood up, turning away from Kurobane. "I knew you were a weirdo," he muttered under his breath.
“And I knew you were an uptight little prude, but what does that matter?” he answered, barely able to hold back his laughter. It was amusing to watch this one’s reactions to the smallest things and as long as he got them, Bane would continue to persevere in needling him.
Deciding that it would be a waste of breath to argue, Hiyoshi uttered a frustrated "Che!" before turning back to his quest of tempting Cat out from under the bed, this time using a feathery cat toy.
“Or maybe you were so flustered, because you liked it.” Bane said slyly as he watched Hiyoshi coax the cat from beneath the bed. He really did have a problem with being nice on the best of days but tonight seemed like one of those where he would stubbornly continue to relish being evil, which would surely earn him a place in hell, if he hadn’t already secured it with all the lives he had already taken.
"I most certainly did not like it!" Hiyoshi protested, blush spreading all the way to the back of his neck. "Gross."
“Sure you didn’t.” Bane agreed, despite obviously disbelieving Hiyoshi.
Hiyoshi made an angry noise that sounded suspiciously like a swallowed expletive. He gave up-- Cat obviously wanted to stay down there for a while, and stood up, going to pick up the book he'd been reading when Kurobane had interrupted with his visit.
And that, Bane decided only gave him something more to use against the prickly mortal. “Interesting book, I take it?” he asked with a pointed look to the book Hiyoshi collected.
"More interesting than you are," retorted Hiyoshi petulantly, settling on his bed.
That point was debatable, he thought narrowing his gaze on the oblivious human. Bane counted down from ten to one, told himself he should be reasonably well behaved as Saeki had dibs on this particular mortal and would most likely not like it if he showed Hiyoshi just how interesting he could really be. However, the road to hell is said to be paved with good intentions, which was exactly where his went when seconds later saw him moving across the floor to tower over Hiyoshi as he sat on the bed.
“Shall we see just how much more interesting than that book I really am, Wakashi?” he drawled reaching forward to capture a stubborn chin between his fingers, allowing his thumb to graze soft lips with a feather light touch.
“I can show you a really interesting trick or two that I’m sure your woman would be greatly impressed by.”
Hiyoshi froze for a moment, his jaw falling open in horror, before finally snapping out of his stupor and shoving Kurobane hard. "What are you doing?" he spat. "No, I don't want to see any...tricks. And don't call me Wakashi."
“I’ll call you whatever I wish to call you, luv.” Bane stated in the thick brogue he’d perfected while living abroad in Australia. Catching himself before he lost his balance completely from the shove, he switched to a mixture of Japanese and a smattering of English once more focusing his attention on his companion as he spoke, his intent becoming more immoral by the moment. “And the only reason you’re so horrified right now, is because for a split second you were tempted. And later this night you’ll remember this moment, won’t be able to help yourself because it’ll come back to haunt you again and again… and that, my little poppet, makes me far more interesting than a book you’ll forget the minute you finish reading it.”
He was such a jerk to drive home his point with his choice of words, practically willing each possibility to become a reality the moment he walked out the door with each thought and every sentence he uttered for the ears listening to him speak.
Hiyoshi didn't understand Kurobane's words completely, but he understood enough for his eyes to go wide with fright, and he hated himself for being so easily intimidated. "Get out," he growled, trying to stop his voice from quavering.
Now that, he really didn’t expect as Hiyoshi was normally full of spit and fire, just as his own chosen one was.
Bane frowned affronted by the sudden change. “Are you afraid of me?” he asked incredulously, finding the possibility far more surprising than it should have been. People were always scared of him. Sometimes he deliberately cultivated that fear, but at others-usually when it was far from his intention-he honestly didn’t seek to see or hear the thread of fear he heard now.
"No!" Hiyoshi had recovered quickly, and his voice sounded stronger now. He stuck his nose up at Kurobane. "Who's afraid of you?" Plenty of people had reason to, a small voice inside him said. Kurobane was unnaturally strong, volatile, and above all, weird. Hiyoshi couldn't pinpoint exactly how, but Kurobane...didn't really seem to be like a normal balanced person. And he'd just been reading about psychotic serial killers, too...the main antagonist sounded quite a bit like Kurobane....
“You lie.” Bane countered voice losing any hint of warmth or emotion. “I can smell it on you; although I give you points for trying to deny it.”
He turned on his heel and headed toward the door, noting as he did in the most inane way how close he had come to actually slamming into the wall when he was shoved when he should have been thinking of different things. Things such as the box he retrieved from his pocket as he reached the door, one hand going for the handle while the other tossed the small packaged over his shoulder uncaring of where it landed.
“Maybe next time Cat gets lost someone will be kind enough to return him to you.” He muttered as he pulled it open and stalked out.
"Kurobane?" Hiyoshi called out after the man, wondering how he had offended him. He scrambled out of bed and picked up the box, opening it. "Oh," he said softly to himself when he saw the pet identification tag. Then he saw the other tag, and his brief feeling of goodwill towards Kurobane dissipated in an instant.
"Idiot," he muttered under his breath.
Bane thought about calling over his shoulder that he had heard that, his ears sensitive to noise just as his eyes were accustom to the dark, and nose especially sensitive to smell. Yet, he held his tongue and continued onward letting the sound of the door sliding shut behind him serve as his farewell.
What: Bane drops by Hiyoshi's to deliver a present after warning him of his coming visit online.
When: Nov 24th
Where: Hiyoshi's apartment
Rating: PG maybe?
Bane sighed and wished the night was a little livelier. It seemed that tonight of all nights the streets were a little less busy than they usually were, which made for slim pickings when it came to people to annoy on his way home. The prospect was dissatisfying for the vampire that stood outside Hiyoshi Wakashi’s apartment with a small box in his hand. He was there just to deliver the tags, he told himself as he knocked on the door. Okay, so maybe he was there to get under Hiyoshi’s skin as well, but that was his secret.
He grinned as he shoved aside the depressing thought of having very little sport to look forward to on his walk home, and then waited for the inevitable opening of the door.
Hiyoshi, who had been curled up nice and warm under a pile of blankets, left his little nest a bit reluctantly and went to open the door. Cat, who had been playing with a small rubber ball, meowed and shot under the bed.
"What is it this time--" he yawned, expecting it was his classmate coming to borrow his homework again. Seeing it was Kurobane, he spluttered," You. How'd you get past security?"
“What security?” Bane immediately answered with far too much innocence coloring his words. If he knew anything about that particular subject he wasn’t going to spill it, so it was with a grin that he met Hiyoshi’s spluttering. “And, yes, me; were you expecting anyone else?”
"Maybe," Hiyoshi huffed, scratching the back of his head. Maybe it was the lazy guard's shift today. "Now what do you want?"
“There’s no maybe about it. The desk was empty when I got here, and is that really how you greet your friends?” Bane asked with a feigned frown, displaying sadness he truly didn’t feel.
“And after I came all this way with a present for you, too. Cheh!”
"What present?" asked Hiyoshi suspiciously, but he was curious enough to stand aside and allow Kurobane to enter. "Can't be anything good."
He stepped inside, waiting for the door to close behind them noting the lack of a visible Cat. Only partially wondering why the beast always ran and hid, Bane dangled the tiny box under Hiyoshi’s nose. “Then fine, don’t take it, if that’s the way you want to be. Not like I went through any trouble while thinking of something nice to get you.”
Hiyoshi wrinkled his nose in a scowl. "I don't even know why you're suddenly giving me gifts."
“One could consider it a gift to make up for causing you to hurt your leg, but since you don’t want it.” He shrugged and made to tuck the box away in his pocket. He certainly wasn’t going to beg Hiyoshi to take it. That much was for sure, Bane told himself.
"You needn't have bothered," said Hiyoshi, nearly two decades of proper polite behavior that had been hammered into his skull coming to the fore. He couldn't help darting a few quick glances to Kurobane's pocket, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“I needn’t ever do anything,” he answered with as much arrogance as he was known for. “I do what I do because I want to or I feel I must.” With the subject of the gift now hidden in his pocket over and done with, Bane turned his attention to the couch he ambled toward with lazy strides. It might have looked as if he was letting the subject drop, but later would see the gift sneakily left behind and strategically placed for the human to find and then growl over when he saw at least part of what was inside.
Hiyoshi sniffed, and decided that the best course of action, like always, was to ignore the other man. He dismissed thoughts about the nature of the parcel and bent to look under the bed. "Cat," he called, reaching out to try and get the feline out. He'd get all dusty under there and try to roll on Hiyoshi's clean sheets again. "Come on--ouch!" Hiyoshi withdrew with a hiss, glaring at the blood welling from the scratch that blasted cat had given him.
Bane stilled when the scent of blood reached him. Arrested by the scent that to him smelled sweeter and more intoxicating than any fine wine, he drew it in savoring as much as he damned it right then. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that roses have thorns and cats have claws?” he tsked as he turned, changing his plans from heading to the couch to acquire himself a seat to stalking to Hiyoshi’s side.
"Cat's just being difficult today," grumbled Hiyoshi, sucking on the cut. He turned towards a nearby drawer and started rummaging in it for a plaster. "...Damn, I'm out."
“Let me see that, and from what I gather, Cat is always difficult.” He murmured stepping closer and reaching for the injured hand to draw it from Hiyoshi’s mouth. “He’s just like his pet in that.”
"What are you doing?" Hiyoshi frowned. "And did you just call me the cat's pet, again?"
“For now, I’m just looking at this, but I foresee that later will have me tending it far better than you.” He answered with a near mocking grin. “I don’t see why you have to ask that question as you already know that I believe Cat owns you and not the other way around, now be quite and let me take care of this.”
He knew the bratty human probably expected something along the lines of him dragging him to a sink to wash the wound clean, perhaps slapping some sort of antibiotic ointment, and then snuggly patching it up with a plaster. However, Bane did none of those things. Instead, he stepped closer to the human drawing the seeping wound to his mouth. “I’m sure I appreciate this,” Bane purred as he drew his tongue lazily over the scratch, savoring the taste of Hiyoshi’s blood with devilish delight. “More than you ever will.”
"Hey!" Alarmed, Hiyoshi tried to snatch his hand away. "What are you doing? Stop it, you weirdo." It tingled, and sent a jolt of something through his body that Hiyoshi decided had to be disgust.
Bane tightened his grip on Hiyoshi’s wrist, shooting a sharp look toward startled eyes with the first jerk the human gave on his arm. “The same thing you were doing. The only difference is… I do it better.” He teasingly mocked as he gave the scratch another lick. This one, long and lingering, swiped up along the miniscule wound and down again, deliberately done with no remorse whatsoever for how startled he had made his companion.
Hiyoshi growled and struggled again. He'd nearly forgotten that this man was exceedingly strong. "What are you, a pervert?" he demanded, trying to decide whether it would be worthwhile kicking Kurobane.
“I thought we had already established that.” Bane answered with a laugh, releasing his hold at last but not before leaving his own mark on Hiyoshi in the form of tiny indentions where his teeth nipped playfully at warm skin, before he pulled away. “But in this case, no, I was merely tending your wound, and if you’d stop spazzing like some kind of virgin for ten seconds you’ll notice it isn’t bleeding as much now.”
Lightly, his laved his tongue over his bottom lip savoring the lingering taste that would now allow him to pick Hiyoshi out of a crowd of many. Each individual person had a unique scent and taste to their blood, and Bane always made it a habit to pay special attention to those he ran across, even when such a small sample only left him hungering for more.
Narrowing his eyes at Kurobane crossly, Hiyoshi snapped, " Of course it did; cuts like that stop bleeding very quickly anyway. And people don't generally go around licking other people's wounds."
“Then perhaps I just wanted to lick you.” Bane quipped evilly, waiting for the coming embarrassment or shock he was sure such words would garner.
Flushing red, Hiyoshi abruptly stood up, turning away from Kurobane. "I knew you were a weirdo," he muttered under his breath.
“And I knew you were an uptight little prude, but what does that matter?” he answered, barely able to hold back his laughter. It was amusing to watch this one’s reactions to the smallest things and as long as he got them, Bane would continue to persevere in needling him.
Deciding that it would be a waste of breath to argue, Hiyoshi uttered a frustrated "Che!" before turning back to his quest of tempting Cat out from under the bed, this time using a feathery cat toy.
“Or maybe you were so flustered, because you liked it.” Bane said slyly as he watched Hiyoshi coax the cat from beneath the bed. He really did have a problem with being nice on the best of days but tonight seemed like one of those where he would stubbornly continue to relish being evil, which would surely earn him a place in hell, if he hadn’t already secured it with all the lives he had already taken.
"I most certainly did not like it!" Hiyoshi protested, blush spreading all the way to the back of his neck. "Gross."
“Sure you didn’t.” Bane agreed, despite obviously disbelieving Hiyoshi.
Hiyoshi made an angry noise that sounded suspiciously like a swallowed expletive. He gave up-- Cat obviously wanted to stay down there for a while, and stood up, going to pick up the book he'd been reading when Kurobane had interrupted with his visit.
And that, Bane decided only gave him something more to use against the prickly mortal. “Interesting book, I take it?” he asked with a pointed look to the book Hiyoshi collected.
"More interesting than you are," retorted Hiyoshi petulantly, settling on his bed.
That point was debatable, he thought narrowing his gaze on the oblivious human. Bane counted down from ten to one, told himself he should be reasonably well behaved as Saeki had dibs on this particular mortal and would most likely not like it if he showed Hiyoshi just how interesting he could really be. However, the road to hell is said to be paved with good intentions, which was exactly where his went when seconds later saw him moving across the floor to tower over Hiyoshi as he sat on the bed.
“Shall we see just how much more interesting than that book I really am, Wakashi?” he drawled reaching forward to capture a stubborn chin between his fingers, allowing his thumb to graze soft lips with a feather light touch.
“I can show you a really interesting trick or two that I’m sure your woman would be greatly impressed by.”
Hiyoshi froze for a moment, his jaw falling open in horror, before finally snapping out of his stupor and shoving Kurobane hard. "What are you doing?" he spat. "No, I don't want to see any...tricks. And don't call me Wakashi."
“I’ll call you whatever I wish to call you, luv.” Bane stated in the thick brogue he’d perfected while living abroad in Australia. Catching himself before he lost his balance completely from the shove, he switched to a mixture of Japanese and a smattering of English once more focusing his attention on his companion as he spoke, his intent becoming more immoral by the moment. “And the only reason you’re so horrified right now, is because for a split second you were tempted. And later this night you’ll remember this moment, won’t be able to help yourself because it’ll come back to haunt you again and again… and that, my little poppet, makes me far more interesting than a book you’ll forget the minute you finish reading it.”
He was such a jerk to drive home his point with his choice of words, practically willing each possibility to become a reality the moment he walked out the door with each thought and every sentence he uttered for the ears listening to him speak.
Hiyoshi didn't understand Kurobane's words completely, but he understood enough for his eyes to go wide with fright, and he hated himself for being so easily intimidated. "Get out," he growled, trying to stop his voice from quavering.
Now that, he really didn’t expect as Hiyoshi was normally full of spit and fire, just as his own chosen one was.
Bane frowned affronted by the sudden change. “Are you afraid of me?” he asked incredulously, finding the possibility far more surprising than it should have been. People were always scared of him. Sometimes he deliberately cultivated that fear, but at others-usually when it was far from his intention-he honestly didn’t seek to see or hear the thread of fear he heard now.
"No!" Hiyoshi had recovered quickly, and his voice sounded stronger now. He stuck his nose up at Kurobane. "Who's afraid of you?" Plenty of people had reason to, a small voice inside him said. Kurobane was unnaturally strong, volatile, and above all, weird. Hiyoshi couldn't pinpoint exactly how, but Kurobane...didn't really seem to be like a normal balanced person. And he'd just been reading about psychotic serial killers, too...the main antagonist sounded quite a bit like Kurobane....
“You lie.” Bane countered voice losing any hint of warmth or emotion. “I can smell it on you; although I give you points for trying to deny it.”
He turned on his heel and headed toward the door, noting as he did in the most inane way how close he had come to actually slamming into the wall when he was shoved when he should have been thinking of different things. Things such as the box he retrieved from his pocket as he reached the door, one hand going for the handle while the other tossed the small packaged over his shoulder uncaring of where it landed.
“Maybe next time Cat gets lost someone will be kind enough to return him to you.” He muttered as he pulled it open and stalked out.
"Kurobane?" Hiyoshi called out after the man, wondering how he had offended him. He scrambled out of bed and picked up the box, opening it. "Oh," he said softly to himself when he saw the pet identification tag. Then he saw the other tag, and his brief feeling of goodwill towards Kurobane dissipated in an instant.
"Idiot," he muttered under his breath.
Bane thought about calling over his shoulder that he had heard that, his ears sensitive to noise just as his eyes were accustom to the dark, and nose especially sensitive to smell. Yet, he held his tongue and continued onward letting the sound of the door sliding shut behind him serve as his farewell.