Approfondir
by koizumichii
Synopsis: Based off my headcanon that Karma skips class because of reasons no one needs to know. Behind that is a mask of a need to be away so he can keep himself under control.
A/N: The 'myth character' (yes, no spoilers ww) was mentioned in our class and well...I had a mini-talk with my friend which was my seatmate at that time. Karma and Nagisa randomly crossed my mind...so...the thoughts kind of weaved together. Crappy and Crack one-shot again. Title is a French word which means deepen (?). Supposed to be the continuation of Oni but the plot kind of morphed into an original one, haha *rushes to hide*
He is one of those ordinary children who grew up drinking milk before bedtime. His mother never forgets to serve him a glass of red milk that tasted way horrible. In fact, he vomited it the first time; when he tried again, tears stung his eyes because he couldn't swallow it. Thankfully, his mother was gentle in coaxing him to not force himself. The same went on till the third time, in which his mother became red in anger and practically forced the liquid down his throat. He'd cried. That was why, the next time around, he made sure to appear satisfied as he drank the last drop.
She is proud of him.
He feels disgusted.
One day, a classmate of his asks a peculiar question.
"Hey, which do you prefer, powdered or fresh milk?"
He doesn't get this boy. "Does red milk count?"
A quizzical expression is the answer. "Eh? There's no such thing as red milk."
He shrugs. Red milk is probably from overseas and isn't yet known in this country.
Karma woke, and became aware of the orange glow of sunlight at once. "That again," He muttered under his breath, blinking slowly to drive away the residue of sleep. He ruffled the back of his head as he adjusted himself so he wouldn't fall from the tree he was resting on.
"Karma-kun?"
The reaction was immediate. His heart throbbed painfully; his insides felt searing hot; and the blood boiling inside his nerves was making him see red. His face was starting to raise temperature too. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and as disgusting as it is, his mouth was beginning to water. Trying hard to keep in control, he wasn't prepared when he happened to lose his balance and fell off the tree in the clumsiest manner in his life.
"Are you okay?"
His mind was reeling.
"Hehe, a fall won't do anything to me." He made sure to keep the mischievous tone he was infamously known for while keeping his head down and scrambling far from the concerned touch.
"Don't…" He breathed hard. "Don't come closer." A trickle of saliva was oozing out of the corner of his mouth. "Leave me."
"But Karma-kun.."
"Leave me alone, Nagisa!"
The bluenette was startled at the sudden yell but mostly at the use of his name without the usual honorific, that and it didn't cross his mind that Karma could sound so desperate at a request.
"Go—"
An ear-piercing scream echoed in the forest.
Nagisa was the one witness who beheld the changing of Karma's teeth into aberrant pointed fangs. His lips parted in shock. "You are—"
"Go or I'll drain your blood!" Karma's body shook with uneven breaths. His only visible eye was sharp and dilated, dyed crimson instead of the usual dull gold.
Nagisa was half a step backward when he was pushed with inhuman force and pinned to the grass after. Karma was preventing any movement of him.
"You smell good…" The red head uttered, his already crimson eyes getting a shade darker. He bent down and let his canines scrape the bluenette's neck just slightly. He appeared to be pleased when he sensed that Nagisa's breath hitched. Without word, he sliced the pale cheek with his sharp nail, making the bluenette wince. Blood began flowing from the long scratch; Karma licked it clean, making sure to savor the luxury taste of blood straight from the source. Nagisa squirmed underneath him. The red head didn't pay heed; he started smelling the bluenette's neck instead.
Karma was too lost in delirium that he didn't notice a weapon being yanked out. Nagisa didn't waste time to cut open his way for freedom, using the scissor previously kept in his pocket to attempt in disquieting the red head.
An uninjured Karma pulled away in a speed of light, feet sliding backwards until he found the momentum to stop. A tongue darted out and licked his twin canines before doing the same to the stain near his mouth.
Nagisa stood a distance away, defenses on high alert. He said, "—blood, Karma-kun?"
The said guy snorted, not understanding what the bluenette was getting into. The way he was acting was like a starving rabid dog that wouldn't be satisfied and his pair of crimson eyes was still in a state far to be considered normal.
Seeing his close friend like this, Nagisa braced himself and didn't take his eyes off the red head while he took the risk and walked toward him. It didn't take three steps when Karma's stance was of that ready to pounce. Nagisa continued to advance, and on the way, drew a deep line on his left palm, not mindful of the red liquid rushing out of his system. "Come back, Karma-kun. Control—"
He disappeared before the bluenette could even finish the sentence. In an instant he emerged, pushing back Nagisa as far as to hit a tree. He caged his neck within one hand, serrated nails mocking the skin to make any movement. Nagisa's pulse was starting to beat too fast.
Karma leaned on him and warmed the freshly wounded hand with his greedy tongue. The red head sucked it, the eternal thirst finally coming to an end. He was overcome by desire to satiate his hunger that he didn't notice the warnings of a weakening Nagisa.
The moment his irises shrunk back to normal, the bluenette was already pale and unconscious. An extreme jolt rocked Karma's body; he jumped backwards as if electrified, however, came back when he saw Nagisa falling.
Karma's whole body was shaking as he touched Nagisa. The consequences…the consequences of his actions came too fast. An extreme frustration was boiling up inside of him that he wanted to blow up everything that would cross his sight. How could he lose control, damn it! For what were those years he endured in solitude!
"Nagisa-kun…" Karma hugged the unconscious body closer, tightly, and gritted his teeth.