He opened his eyes and saw him standing there, watching him. He pushed himself up and looked over at him.
"Good morning, Kurogane."
He saw his eyes widen, the shock clearly displayed, along with something unidentifiable, nothing hidden.
He didn't care.
And then it hit him, crushing him till he knew only one thing, thirsted for one thing.
The Thirst
He gasped and froze, attempting to control and suppress he need behind the mask.
But he knew it was futile, he would give in eventually.
And then He was there, next to him, knife in hand.
He cut his wrist, the needed flowed.
The smell of it wafted over him, making it that much harder to resist.
"Drink" was all He said, holding out his arm.
But he couldn't, wouldn't.
And then he was.
And he enjoyed it.
That warm, wet, red substance.
The best in Eternity.
It enslaved him
Made him drink.
He realized what he was doing
He pushed the arm away
Stopped drinking
He fled and backed against the wall
Clutching his mouth and looking horrified.
He just sat there, calm as ever, putting pressure on the wound.
He hugged himself, sliding along the wall to the ground.
"Why did you turn me into this? Why didn't you just let me die?" He whispered, barley audible.
He looked away from him, bangs darkening his eyes, making them unreadable.
"Because I didn't want to loose you," he whispered back.
"I see... and I hate you for it." He got up and left the room, ignoring his sharp intake of breath and pained expression.
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A/N: I just got bored in class today, for now this is a oneshot. I might keep going if I feel like it.
Please R&R!