Yuki woke up with a startle, his eyes still hazy with sleep. He shifted beneath the covers until he had a complete view of the alarm clock on the nightstand, 11:23am. Yuki closed his eyes and grimaced at what was settling over him from last night. He felt around his neck, trying to find some sort of wound but, couldn't find anything. He checked his wrist, nothing.

'It couldn't been a dream...the pain, bites, everything...I felt it...'

He shuddered, rubbing his arms uncomfortably, not sure if he should be happy that it didn't happen or continue to ponder over it. Though Yuki knew for sure that he should stay away from the man. Just the appearance of him posed an unsettling thought over him. Yuki checked the clothing he was wearing, making sure that there wasn't any blood on it, he finally gout out of bed, took a shower and settled in the living room. Yuki wasn't sure what he could do for the day. He decided to make himself something to eat; walking into the kitchen, he immediately stopped. There was a small puddle of dry blood on the kitchen table, he flinched at the site.

'Didn't...didn't that come from one the wounds on my wrist...' he thought, Yuki checked his wrist making sure that nothing was there. Yet under the kitchen light, there were two small scars on one of them. He took a small gasp; he immediately moistened a towel to clean up the blood on the the table.

The Burnett walked out of the apartment, locking the door behind him,

'Maybe a small walk should help get my mind off things.'

As he turned to walk down the small corrider, Yuki bumped into a large figure, it was Masashi, he started to back away.

Masashi gripped his hand before Yuki cold back away any farther and pulled him closely. He starred at the man's frightened gaze for a moment before saying anything,

"You made a pretty surprising move last night." his voice was low and gruff; startling Yuki even more, making the man struggle against his grip.

Masashi Chuckled softly,

"You know Yuki, my interest in you made me consider last night, maybe I should make you my personal pet."

Masashi moved his fingers towards Yuki's neck,

"I've already made a few marks on you as well..."

He studied the man for a moment, thumbing his neck were he had bitten him. Masashi pulled him closer, leaning towards him and kissed the scarred bites on his neck. Masashi nipped the skin lightly before pulling himself away to look at the young ma. He lossened his grip on Yuki before walking away, leaving him terrified and partially traumatized at what he had done to him.

Yuki watched Masashi walk away, he immediately unlocked his apartment door and slammed it shut.

He breathed heavily and watched his hands shake in pure fear,

"This can't be happening..." he said to himself, Yuki began to grip his hair lightly, feeling himself losing his own sanity at what was going on.

In just completely 2 nights his life has utterly changed to darker and the worse. Yuki lets tears escape with every breath as he thought over everything that has happened,

'Just by that man alone... how could he even consider using me as his own damn toy...'

"This is fucking ridiculous!" he yelled at himself

Yuki slid down to the floor, crying heavily in hand, lacking whatever comfort that no one could provide. There's no help for him at, nothing, even if he asked, it's obvious what people would think of him.

Yuki eventually walked back to his room, settling into his bed in a deep state of chaos and depression all at once.

'What can I do?...'