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Quintus Elias woke up in his office with a start. Dozing off at his desk. The one thing he had resolved himself he would never do again.

"Does it count as nocturnal-dom if I constantly sleep during the day?"

He stretched as he sat up and looked at the time. 2:17 pm. Still had some time until his next appointment. What to do?

*Grrrrr*

His stomach decided for him. He got up from his swivel chair and made his way to the coat rack standing by the door. He picked up the black trenchcoat and put it on over his plain, white tee-shirt. He picked up the black fedora and put it on top of his unkempt, long hair. Then he hiked up his blue jeans and put on a pair of black tennis shoes. Then he made his way out the door of S.P.I. Associates, a small office in a small office complex.

As he walked down the stairs from the second floor, he took a small, black leather glove and put it on his right hand, so that it was hidden from view. He walked outside and took a deep breath of fresh air. At least fresh with the stench of pollution, garbage, and poor human hygiene. He turned and walked down the sidewalk with his hands in the pant pockets of his jeans, his trenchcoat wavering slightly behind him. As he walked, he looked around at the city. Itogami Island. Often called by its occupants "Monster Melting Pot". And for a good reason, too. It was teeming with inhuman entities and mythical creatures. Perfect for his job. A S.P.I. A Supernatural Private Investigator. His job was to look into the more inhuman side of crime as he was hired to by occasional clients. It wasn't the most fashionable of jobs, but it paid the bills and bought the food. Also, it suited him rather perfectly, seeing as how he was a vampire himself.

Vampires weren't the nicest creature on the spectrum, but being one it had its perks. One of them being able to sense things about people that normal people couldn't. For instance, as he looked around he could tell that that person across the street with seemingly dry skin was a draconian in disguise. Poor fellow. Bills on lotion must've been a pain. As he looked at a couple walking past him, he could tell that the female was a succubus and the male had no idea. Well, that guy was screwed. He could tell that it would rain in a few hours. He could tell that half the people around him hadn't bathed today. He could tell there was someone following him twenty feet behind him.

Wait, what?

He stopped. Not turning around, he waited. He could tell that there was someone following him. Female. Between their teen and young adult years. Very heavy perfume. No. Not that heavy. But their body heat was high and they were sweating a lot. Also, they were carrying something heavy on their back. Whoever it was, they had dived somewhere they believed to be out of sight. Quintus started walking forward again, but listened carefully for the follower again. As he did, he could tell that they had started to follow again.

'Well, that's annoying. Gotta confront, but I'd better not scare 'em off.' He thought to himself.

He continued walking and the follower continued behind him at a distance. He went on and walked into a small convenience market. As the young clerk noticed him, a smile grew on her face

"Afternoon, Quintus." She greeted him.

"Same to you, Keiryu." He replied.

"You need a haircut." She said pointedly.

"Never." He walked through the market over to an aisle holding wrapped sandwiches and browsed. As he did, he started talking out loud, "You know, as a S.P.I., it's typically a part of my job to follow people. The trick is to never be suspected. Not one bit. I do my best to stay hidden. Blend in the environment. Never act suspiciously so I'm never suspected. I like to think I'm pretty good, but you…", He leaned out of the aisle to see his follower in the other aisle over, "you're just bad."

His description about the follower was spot on. She was a young girl who couldn't have been out of high school wearing what seemed to be a school uniform. She had black hair and was wearing a guitar case on her back. As soon as she knew she had been found out, she stiffened and turned to him, sweating bullets. She closed her eyes, walked closer to Quintus, and cleared her throat.

"How did you know I was following you?"

"Well," He answered, "for one thing, next time you stalk a vampire," He motioned around her sweating face, "wearing perfume on a sweltering day? Bad move. "

"..." She said nothing, but he could tell she regretted decision with that logic in mind.

"Also, it's probably best to not carry a giant metal weapon in a giant metal case while trying to be stealthy. Really bad move."

"..." More regret.

"Anyways," Quintus grabbed a couple of sandwiches, "duces.", And started to walk away.

"Wait!" The girl said, which turned him around. She cleared her throat and straightened herself, "My name is Yukina Himeragi."

"Nice." Quintus said, "Pretty sure I didn't ask." He turned around and started walking again.

"Wha- Wait!" He turned around again.

"I'm from the Lion King Organization."

"Cool. Again, didn't ask." He turned around again and continued walking again.

"Will you wait for at least one minute?!"

He turned to face her, straight up annoyed at this point, "Listen lady. One, I'm not fond of the idea of having a casual conversation with someone who was stalking me not ten minutes ago. Two, I'm excruciatingly hungry, and I'm pretty sure you can guess how bad a hungry vampire can be. Three, I gotta meet with someone soon, and I don't wanna say I missed them because I was having a casual conversation with my stalker, so whatever you have to say to me, it can wait. And four, you might not want to be worried about talking to me so much as that old guy behind you staring at your ass." He pointed behind her for emphasis.

"What?" Yukina quickly turned around her and looked around to see that the only people that were behind her was a mother with her two daughters. No old man. She quickly turned around again to see that Quintus was already walking away from her at a very far distance, "HEY!" She quickly ran up to catch up to him.

Quintus sighed, but kept walking.

"Okay," She caught up to him and kept walking with him, "if you don't want to wait, fine. But at least listen."

Quintus stayed silent.

"Well?"

"Go on. I'm listening." Quintus turned and kept walking.

"Okay. Good. Damn, when they told me about you, they never mentioned you were this insufferable."

"Aww. I'm talked about by secret organizations. How flattering." He stopped at the juice aisle and scanned the shelves.

"Grr. Anyway, the executives at the Lion King Organization have identified you as a risk. As such they have sent me to keep an eye on you."

"What? Make sure I be a good boy. Don't do anything nasty." Quintus picked out half a dozen bottles of cranberry juice, "Stay on this organization's nice list?"

"In essence… yes."

"You got the wrong guy." He walked past her toward the checkout desk.

"Huh?" It took her a split second to recover from that and she caught up with him again, "N-no I don't."

"Yep you do." Quintus insisted, "I dunno who you are, what you are, or what this organization is, but all I am is a private investigator of the supernatural. Not a threat to secret organizations. 'Cept maybe some kind of mafia." He turned to her, "Is that what this Lion whatever is? Some kinda mafia?"

"N-no it is not!" She stated, borderline angry.

"Then you got the wrong guy." He kept walking to the checkout desk.

She got out a picture and a notepad with some things written on it, catching up to him again, "Quintus Elias." She stated, "A 'Supernatural Private Investigator'. A vampire that doesn't drink the blood of humans. Isn't this person you?" This brought Quintus to look at her direction to see that she was holding a picture of him. Weirdly enough, he had no idea when or where from the picture was taken, but it was definitely him. Black hair, fedora, and trenchcoat.

He sighed, "Yeah. That's me."

"Then how could it be that I have the wrong person?" She asked irritably.

"...Because I'm not what you may think of me." He said, looking serious.

"I think that you're a monster that needs to be watched. If you're not watched, I think that you'll lose your self-control of your power and become a truly crazed monster." She said matter-of-factly, arms crossed, "And the executives at Lion King share my sentiments, hence the reason why I am here."

"Hmm. Well, feel free to get lost. I'm not the vampire you're looking for." He walked over back to the clerk desk and said, "Hello, Keiryu."

Keiryu looked over and saw Quintus. The bored clerk then looked not as bored when she saw him, "Hey. Buying lunch for today I see."

"Yep." He set the sandwiches and cranberry juice bottles on the counter and she started to ring up the items, when she noticed Yukina staring at Quintus with a very piercing gaze.

"Umm, friend of yours?" Keiryu asked.

"Oh, yeah." Quintus replied, "Very good friend. She's been following me for about 10 minutes and now she's talking a bunch about a bunch of stuff I don't entirely understand because she thinks I'm paying complete attention."

"I thought that was how friendships worked most of the time." She said.

They both chuckled and he bought his stuff, Yukina watching amazed all the while.

Keiryu gave the girl another look, "So, who is she exactly?"

"No one you oughta worry about." Quintus assured, "And she won't be staying here much longer. Watch. Soon as I leave, she'll still follow me." He walked out of the store, with Yukina stuck in an instance where she didn't seem to know what to do, but quickly followed Quintus outside, leaving Keiryu giggling.

"Hold on, who is she supposed to be?" Yukina asked Quintus, who had already started to open one of the bottles of cranberry juice.

"That was a grocery store clerk. Have you never seen one before?" He took a drink of his juice.

"Of course I ha- I meant who is she to you. You have casual friendships?"

"And you don't? You seem like you could hold them so well." Another drink.

"A-and what is that supposed to imply?!"

"That you can't hold casual friendships. That's why I said you seem like you could hold them so well, but I said so in a sarcastic tone."

Yukina stamped her foot in exasperation, "GRRRR! You are the most insufferable!"

"Ooo. Look at that." Quintus pointed behind her.

"What?!" She didn't look behind her, not wanting to fall for that again.

"A direction you can walk to not be associated with me" Another drink of cranberry.

"As much as I wish I could do that, I was assigned to watch you and that's what I'm going to do."

"You're only making life harder for both of us."

"I'll deal with as much of a hard life as I need to to complete my task. However unpleasant it may be."

"You know, I'm not that bad once you get to know me."

"I have no intention of getting to know you, Quintus Elias. Only to observe and follow you as needed."

"Does that include in the men's restroom because that's where you're about to go."

She stopped and looked. Sure enough, they were both about to walk into a men's public restroom.

"What are you going to do in here?" She asked.

"I'm gonna perform a concert for a bunch of strippers. Whaddya think I'm gonna do in here?" Quintus said as if it was blaringly obvious, which, now that Yulina thought about it, it was.

Blushing darkly, she stuttered, "C-can't you wait until you get back to your home?"

"Ah ah." Quintus held up a hand, "One, observers don't get to have a say in the obsereved's(?) choices so long as those choices are harmless, correct? Two, I just drank a bunch of cranberry juice. That stuff hits you fast. Three, you're not following me into the bathroom."

After that, he put his juice in a bag and walked into the filthy place.

Yukina turned around and thought about her situation, her thoughts mainly focusing on Quintus Elias. WHAT AN ASS! She was the best in the Lion King Organization, and she was flattered that she was considered as such, so she was the ideal candidate for this mission, but she hasn't even been carrying it out one full day and she was sick to death of that damn vampire. When she had received intel about him, she thought that he was going very to be odd. After all, what kind of supernatural creature uses their abilities to hunt down other supernatural creatures under the guise of a supernatural private investigator? That wasn't even a real profession. But she had heard nothing about what he himself would be like. And now to find that he was this obnoxious laid-back, know-it-all who wasn't willing to wait to use the bathroom at his own home? And did he take his groceries in there with him?! That's disgusting! Why on earth would he do that?! He-

Wait…..

Come to think of it, there really aren't any reasons he had to use the bathroom here. He talked about cranberry juice affecting him, but that was in such little time and he didn't even drink that much. There's no way.

She quickly ran to the back of the building to find that there was a window that led to the men's bathroom of the building, and it had been open.

She was gonna fucking kill him.

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I really hope you enjoyed. This is just something I had on my mind as a different idea of the character of the show. This is basically changing the main character to mine, Quintus Elias, and indicting a few other alterations. Other than that, not much. Hope you enjoy. If you did, follow, review, all that jazz. This is TheMasterWizard.