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Bloodlust: Part Three
Makoto often wonders to himself what the point of ringing Haru's doorbell was if the teenager never responds. Then again there was no point really, especially if the door was always unlocked. But to Makoto, it was a kind of ritual mixed together with common courtesy and a lot of manners seamed into his brain by his parents. So when he knocks on the door one day and hears a scuffle, Makoto quickly runs a finger into his ear to make sure he heard right. Because never in the years Makoto's known Haru, the boy was never once out of the bath. Maybe he arrived late? Makoto thought in abject horror. Quickly he checked his watch. Nope. He's on time.
"…Haru?" He calls out hesitantly. "You up, buddy?" The brunette jumped back in surprise at hearing muffled curse from inside.
What's Haru doing out of the bath?
A scuffle
What in the world?
"I'm coming in." Sliding open the door, Makoto cautiously walked in, kicking off his shoes as he did so. Making his way down the short hall, he turned left into the kitchen and stared in open shock at the sight. Food was everywhere. A barely touched slice of mackerel was half dumped in the bin, cans opened were lying hazardously on the counter and the sink looked as though it was beaten in by a hammer.
"Haru?" Makoto called out in concern. "Dude, what happened?" When the teenager turned around he yelped in surprise at seeing Haru standing behind him.
When he heard the nock at the door, Haru felt terror strangle at his heart.
"Makoto." He whispered hoarsely. He didn't want to see him or any of his friends. What if he hurt them? The urge he felt just moments ago was still tingling his taste buds. Quickly he tried to shove the thoughts of Gou being he personal blood bag out of his mind. Stumbling to his room his foot caught on one of the table's legs causing him to trip.
"…Haru?" Hearing Makoto's call, the black haired boy felt his breath hitch. "You up, buddy?" Immediately Haru could smell and hear the blood pumping throughout Makoto's body. Red blood pounding through those thick healthy veins and the throbbing arteries were just within his reach –
No.
Haru shook the sudden cobwebs out of his mind and continued his stumbling journey into his room.
"I'm coming in."
Haru ignored Makoto and focused on the task at hand. With speed he didn't know he possessed, the teen got changed and grabbed his school work. When he re-entered the kitchen, the boy paused.
There was Makoto, his muscles and flesh thankfully covered from view. Haru silently blessed the universe for that small gift. He still needed some time to get his urges under control.
Hearing a startled yelp, Haru blinked and noticed that Makoto was clutching his heart in shock at seeing him in the doorway.
"Dude! I didn't hear you come in." Makoto huffed and suddenly looked at him in worry. "What happened here?" Sweeping an arm across the kitchen counter. Haru shrugged nonchalantly.
Seeing no point in lying he says, "Hungry."
Makoto smirks wryly. "Are you okay now?" Haru gave him a sharp nod and gestured for the door. "Wow Haru. We might actually make it to the station on time." Makoto tells him with a smile and Haru frowns. Cocking his head to the side in a silent question. "Argh." The boy groaned at him with a deadpan expression. "Don't tell me you forgot already!"
Haru shrugged.
"We're going to Samezuka Academy for the farewell meet."
With that one sentence Haru felt his heart sink. He could just picture all of the exposed skin and throbbing veins. The smell of their blood consuming him, making him snap and kill everyone. His heart was suddenly racing and Haru shook his head, stumbling back a little and drawing short breaths.
"Haru?" Makoto called in alarm. "Are you okay?"
When the teenager looked up he noticed that they were only centimeters apart. He could hear his friend's heartbeat and how it called out to him. Sickeningly Haru realized that he wanted his blood. He needed to distract his urge.
"Y-Yeah, let's go."
Quickly he sprinted out the door, Makoto following.
