Daiki was so done with this hunt. He threw a careless punch – that managed to connect nevertheless – at the last one, knocking it off balance before a roundhouse kick brought it to the ground. One foot on its chest kept it from getting up again. Staring at the grotesque creature struggling under him, his expression remained impassive. "Don't even bother," Daiki muttered, rolling his eyes before driving a stake so hard through the vampire's chest he could feel it penetrate through to the soft ground of the cemetery.

Brushing himself off, Daiki walked away, leaving the dying vampire behind. He didn't care. The evidence would take care of itself. A little ways away he paused, taking in the sounds of the night. Behind him and to the right there was a faint rustling.

There it was again…

Whirling with near feline grace, the boy already had a stake in hand as a darker patch of shadow unfolded from behind a tombstone.

"Impressive," the man said, the wooden point of Daiki's weapon two inches from his nose. He was pale but his facial features were normal, eyes unclouded, hands held up to project an aura of harmlessness.

Daiki glared. "What do you want?" he asked.

The stranger's eyes were fixed on the stake in front of him. Daiki lowered the weapon but kept it in hand, still loosely pointed at the man. That seemed to be enough; lowering his arms as well, the man relaxed. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Hunched in front of a dark storefront, Daiki accepted the coffee he was handed. He regarded the can warily.

Kuroko Tetsuya, as he'd introduced himself, opened his own drink but made no move to drink it. Instead, he regarded the last wisps of steam as they vanished into the night air.

Daiki's had cooled slightly on the walk from the vending machine to his position. He waited until Kuroko had taken a sip before asking, "Now, Kuroko—"

"Tetsuya would be fine," Kuroko interjected.

"What are you doing here, Kuroko?" He fixed the man with a level stare, in no way impeded by the difference in heights.

Kuroko glanced at him. "Do you want the long answer or the short one?"

"I don't have time for long answers," Daiki snapped.

"Then here it is: I'll be your Watcher from now on. Let's get along." He made as if to leave but was stopped by Daiki's grip on the back of his coat.

"Wait, what?"

Kuroko sighed. "And that's why there's a long answer."

They don't take place in any particular order nor is there any sort of overall plot.