Set someone after the fall of Anteiku. There wasn't enough satisfying fics about Ayato and Hinami, so I did a little soul-searching and came up with this. Enjoy, hopefully.
The sun was long below the Tokyo skyline, and I knew it was my time. I was languid in the way I moved, my feet kicking off of one brick wall to the next, launching my body from one side of the slowing yet bustling street. My eager dark blue eyes scanned from one dark face to another, zeroing in on one man in particular before letting my feet hit the ground for the first time since I left my apartment that evening.
The man was alone. Ideal.
I felt my lips turn up on either side into a starved grin, my tongue quickly darting out to catch a stray pool of drool from the corner of my mouth. It's true what they say, a ghoul's hunger is hell.
It was a shame that I couldn't find a woman to snack on... females tasted better, seasoned almost. But I hadn't eaten in days, and my blood-deprived tongue was more than desperate. This guy would have to do for now.
I sprung forward like a crossbow arrow, form blurred and pixelated, sneakers smacking the pavement in seemingly millisecond intervals. All dark blue hair and outstretched arms and ringing ears. I didn't even bother letting out my kagune, he was just a weak human, after all.
The guy didn't even have a chance to blink before my hungry arms roped around his body and dragged him into an alleyway. Other than mopeds zipping by, the only sound was the man's sharp inhale as my clean hands hurriedly cupped his jaw and yanked it sideways at an angle, snapping his neck with one quick pop. Grinning, I slammed his body against the filthy stained concrete before dropping to my knees, ogling at his twitching body with an all-too-familiar carnality.
My fingers tore at his button-down shirt, ripping it open and flinging it to the side. Damn things are always in the way.
The flesh of his chest was like butter, my teeth sinking into the meat without too much effort. My tongue lapped at the blood, drinking it in and gulping loudly. The warm liquid was staining the lower half of my face. I mentally asked an imaginary waiter for extra napkins, snorting a laugh into the warm flesh of my meal.
I'd never been a quiet eater, never had the time to be. Impatiently, I dug down and farther with my fingers and gripped in between the ribs, prying them apart and reveling in the lengthy, muted crack. Ah, the good stuff... this guy even kept it nice and warm for me.
I loudly pushed my face into the chest cavity, taking rubbery pieces of insides between my teeth and nearly swallowing the mouthfuls whole. God, I was starving. After I carved everything, I ripped out the spinal cord with a small little smile. It's been my favorite part for as long as I can remember. Crunching the vertebrae between my teeth, I sucked on the cord inside, closing my eyes in pleasure. Now, this is what I was waiting for.
"Ayato-kun?" a soft voice called out to me. I stiffened, dropping the meat in my hands and propelling myself up onto my feet in a flash of movement. My kakugan squinted into the darkness as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand sloppily. "It's me."
Ah.
"What the hell do you want, Hinami?" I barked, sucking the blood off of my fingers. She walked closer, until I could see her properly.
"I need a favor, but it can wait until you're done," she said, rubbing her hands together. What, does she just assume that I'll always do things for her? I don't think so.
"Sheesh, did you even ask?" I snapped. Damn brat. She raised an eyebrow at me, smirking silently. I looked down at my meal and sighed. "Fine. What is it?" I grumbled. She smiled, her cheeks bubbling up. God, she's such a kid.
"I needed some help... carrying food home..." she trailed off, staring down at her leather boot-clad feet.
"Christ, Hinami. You've carried a body before," I groaned. "Why'd you have to interrupt my goddamn eating for something you can do yourself..." I mumbled quietly to myself, gazing longingly at the man on the ground. Damn, he's going to get cold...
"I, um... don't like to go by myself."
My eyes rolled. "Jesus."
She stared at me for a second. "N-nevermind, I'll just go wake up Yomo-san," Her face was awfully red. "I'm sorry." She bowed quickly and was already striding her way out of the alley.
Well, shit.
"...Hinami, just hold up for one damn second," my voice barked at her curtly.
She froze in her tracks, looking over her shoulder at me slowly with hesitant brown doe eyes. I sighed.
"I was done anyway," my voice lied, softer this time around. Christ, those eyes always get me. Damn it, damn it straight to hell.
"Thanks," her voice called out softly, her hands clasping together in front of her chest. I grunted in response, which made her smile just a little.
"So, the cliff, or what?" I questioned, referring to wherever she was getting a body from. This girl certainly did still have a taste for suicides. Huh.
"Ah, yeah," she answered, looking around at the dirty pavement before her eyes zeroed in on me. My eyes narrowed. "Ayato-kun?" she gestured to my face, and my hand quickly shot up to touch the blood that had settled there. "You have a little something."
"Yeah, yeah." My hands shooed the comment away with a waving gesture. Her lips let out a dainty, low little giggle.
"Might want to stop by your apartment before we go. Wash up a little," she teased.
"Funny," I deadpanned, grimacing at her with my orange-tinted, blood-stained teeth.
She spun around and started sauntering out of the alleyway, and my eyes rolled as I reluctantly followed her. I grumbled as I turned to the side on the way out and kicked what was left of the man I'd began to eat. My eyes bore into Hinami's back, continuing down until I noticed her jeans and the delicate curve of her bottom. I found myself smirking as her hips swayed back and forth in the way that only she could.
Christ, she had the nicest ass of any pest that I've ever met.
I smiled, just faintly.
May or may not continue, depending on requests or personal motivation. We'll see.
