Aoba walks along the city streets, keeping close to his guardians. His hazel eyes look around, taking in all the buildings, people, the sights. It had been years since he had last been outside and he could barely even remember how the city used to look. He knew it seemed somewhat different, but not sure how, it just did.
Trip and Virus had dragged him out of bed just a couple of hours before, stating that they were taking him out for his first hunt. Aoba had protested, but it hadn't gotten him very far. The two blonds insisted the three of them were all going out, Trip adding that he didn't want to hear anymore from Aoba on the subject.
He was doing his best to sulk, not wanting this to be the reason he'd finally been brought out of the house after so long, but everything was capturing his eyes and making it hard to pout. His eyes are lit up, almost like a child's on Christmas morning.
"Once we feed, we'll take you wherever you want and get you whatever you'd like," Virus promises him, smile on his lips as he watches Aoba's reactions. The teen hesitates before nodding. "It's a plan then," the blond added.
He follows them as they lead him around, eyes on the ground barely paying attention to the soft whispers between the two of them. He supposes they are eyeing potential meals, picking the best out, but Aoba really couldn't find himself to care much. The whole act of feeding from a human, taking their blood, it was still so foreign to him, disgusting really, but he knew he needed it to live.
Pushing away the disgusted thoughts, Aoba continues to follow them silently. He listens as they continue to speak with one another, barely paying attention whenever they stop. He stops himself just before he runs into Virus' back, peering over the blond's shoulders. In front of them were two men, both fairly young looking in appearance. One of them had unnaturally red hair, the other having jet black. By their clothing, it seemed like they were just a couple of punks, people who could easily be persuaded.
"Pay close attention," Virus whispers to him before he and Trip start walking towards the other men. He watches as they speak to them for a little while, more than likely using their Glamour that they told him about a couple of weeks ago. Once they begin to lead the two of them towards a nearby alleyway, Aoba begins to follow them, peeking around the corner so he can keep his eyes on them.
He only pays half attention, silently watching as his guardians feed on their prey. He can't force himself to look away from the site even though he really wants to. This is what he will be doing soon to some unsuspecting and undeserving person. The thought made his stomach churn.
He already knows what to do, Trip and Vius having taught him at a young age. They had taught him a lot of what they could whenever he was a child, wanting him to learn all he could before they turned him.
It doesn't seem like long before Virus and Trip are hiding the victims in a safe spot until they awoke and then making their way over to Aoba. The bluenette can tell the two humans are still alive, having been told that while draining a victim completely was fine every once and a while, it wasn't necessary. Killing every-one they fed from would be messy and cause problems, so they were simply just fed from then their memories of the attack were erased while they were still out of it. He was assured harm would not come to the victims. They would simply just wake up feeling as if they had a hangover.
"You're turn, Aoba," Trip says once they're close enough to him. He gulps, messing with the sleeves of his shirt. He bunched them over his hands before releasing and tugging on them. He was clearly nervous about doing this. Virus noticed and gave him a small smile.
"It's alright, Aoba. Just remember what Trip and I taught you. You're not doing any harm to them and they'll forget about it whenever they wake." Aoba just nods, biting his bottom lip. He leans into the blond's touch whenever he places a hand on his cheek, eyes closing as his thumb gently brushes against his flushed skin. "You'll do well and the two of us will be right there if anything were to happen," he promises before taking a step away from the younger.
Aoba's eyes scan the small crowd, trying to pinpoint someone who stood out to him, someone who would do well at satiating his hunger. His gaze falls on someone dressed in a red and black leather jacket adorned with studs. His skin is dark and his hair anauburn like red as well as a tear drop shaped tattoo under his eyes and another tattoo on his neck. He would do.
He takes a deep breath and slowly goes over to the male. He keeps telling himself that he can do this, he has to do this. He almost freezes whenever the male sets a pair of seafoam green eyes on him. What does he even say?
"Can I help you?" The red head asks after a few moments of silence. Aoba brings himself to smile apologetically.
"Sorry," he tells him, fluttering is eyelashes subtly. He brings his eyes up to gaze into the others and he gently bites his lip. If he holds his gaze and wills himself, he could Glamour this male. "I…seemed to have lost my dog and I was wondering if maybe you could help me?" He keeps the man's gaze and it isn't long before his green eyes haze over and he gives him a charming smile.
"Of course I can. Did you see where he ran off to?" Aoba nods, turning and pointing to a secluded area. No one was there and it was blocked off by any wandering eyes. It would be the perfect place to feed.
"I think he ran over there. I was going to look, but it's so dark, I couldn't make myself get too close on my own."
"No worries, I'll go and look for your dog. Just stay close. I'm Mizuki by the way."
"Aoba," he says as he begins to follow Mizuki towards were he had directed him. He looks back, seeing Trip and Virus lagging behind them. Virus gives him a reassuring smile and Aoba takes a deep breath before leading Mizuki into the dark area. They were instantly cloaked, the shadows surrounding them.
Aoba takes a deep breath and lets the male hunt for his imaginary dog for a couple of minutes. He waits, watching as Mizuku turns to him and is about to speak before he shoves him against the wall, hazel eyes training on the others so the Glamour doesn't fade.
Mizuki gives him a rather confused, hazy look but doesn't say a word as Aoba presses his lips to his tanned neck. The teen gulps before piercing the skin. He hesitates on drinking whenever the other lets out a noise of pain, but he tries to ignore it like he's supposed to. It's just a prick after all. He went through this before and the pain subsides after a moment and almost begins to feel good.
He wills himself to drink, the burst of blood in his mouth almost coming as a shock because of the taste. It's a lot sweeter than the blood that he'd been taking from Virus and Trip. While there were notes of copper like he'd expect, the sweetness of the blood almost masked that. It was delicious, addicting almost.
He was only half aware whenever his body pressed closer, beginning to act on its own; off of instinct. He takes mouthfuls of blood at a time, the taste luring him in. He finds it hard to stop, the taste of the blood pulling him in with how alluring it is. He doesn't stop, not even when he feels the male's heart beat begin to slow down to a dangerous point.
The only thing that gets him to stop was a sharp pain going through his head. He pulls back from his prey, snarling at the one who had interrupted him.
"Don't give me that look," Trip says with a frown. "As much as I wouldn't mind you sucking every pint of blood from him, I doubt you'd forgive yourself if you actually had," he tells him as Virus pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and steps closer to him.
He releases Mizuki from his grip, taking a step away from him. He stands still as Virus cleans the blood off of his mouth with the handkerchief, already feeling the regret of almost killing that man. He just couldn't help himself. The taste, the sweetness, it had been so addictive and he needed more of it. Now that he had the bloodlust, Aoba wasn't sure if he wanted to continue drinking blood like this – straight from the vein. What if he ended up actually killing someone? He doesn't know if he could live with himself if he did something like that. But he also knows that since he has actually fed from a human, Trip and Virus would expect him to continue to do so. He would have to continue to feed from humans for them, even if he didn't like it. It was what was expected of him, what he needed to do to in order to survive. And surviving meant continuing to be with his guardians.
He watches as said guardians pick Mizuki up and place him where he is sitting against the wall, covered by a few boxes and other things so he won't be found until he awakes. Aoba chews his bottom lip, giving the male one last look before he is pulled away from the scene and guided back out onto the streets.
"Now, since you were such a good boy, we're going to keep our promise and buy you anything you'd like. Or we'll even go anywhere you'd like," Virus tells him. Aoba holds back a small sigh. He honestly doesn't feel like doing anything anymore except for maybe going home and curling up in bed. But of course he couldn't do that. Not right now anyway.
So he shoots the both of them a small smile, trying to remain happy for them. They were obviously glad that they had successfully gotten him out and about without much force. And he guessed he couldn't blame them. So he'd make the most of what he could. "You know I don't need or want anything, I got everything I could ever want already."
Virus laughed softly. "That doesn't mean we can't get you even more. You know we love spoiling you, Aoba," he says. Trip gives a nod of agreement.
"We do. We love knowing you're happy," Trip adds in with a slight nod. Aoba purses his lips, letting them lead him to the shops. There really wasn't anything he wants, or needs, but he was sure his eye might catch something. Even if he picks out one thing, he was sure it'd make them both happier than if he were to choose nothing.
The shopping district isn't as busy as Aoba had been expecting. During his last visit here at this time of night the streets and shops had been full of people, mostly teenagers, hanging out until early morning or until Akushima, a policeman with a bad attitude and loud mouth, made them all go home, usually by force.
But now…now there was hardly a soul on the streets or sidewalks. There were maybe a handful of civilians here and there, but nothing like it usually was. He wonders what must be going on tonight if the shopping district was almost vacant; he's a little glad, seeing as though the lack of bodies and noise makes shopping quite a bit easier.
He walks by shop after shop, not really paying attention. He probably passes by five or so before a bit of dark blue catches in his peripheral. He turns, focusing his golden gaze on the object he'd just seen.
Standing at the corner of a shop beside an alleyway is a small dog with bright eyes and navy blue fur that looks very fluffy. It's just a puppy going by the size; which just by guessing would be no bigger than maybe his hand, maybe smaller. The puppy is just sitting there staring at him, fuzzy tail wagging excitedly and tongue sticking out. The site is absolutely adorable.
Aoba moves to pick the puppy up, who jumps into his arms and excitedly begins licking his face. The bluenette laughs and snuggles the pup. He's always wanted an animal, but he had always been too afraid to ask although he knew the answer would have been yes even when he had been younger. And the puppy seems to like people, seems happy to have someone give it attention. That was a good sign.
So maybe, just maybe Virus and Trip would let him have it. Besides it's not like they're against having animals. Virus owns a large black snaked, named Herscha, and Trip owns a black lion, Welter.
Aoba shifts his gaze, turning so that he can look at his guardians. "Can we keep him?" He asks, big smile on his face. He watches them exchange a look between one another and he barely gives them time to answer before he's speaking again. "Please? I'll take care of him, train him, sync him up with our hours, and I'll take him out when he needs to and feed him." He gives them a hopeful look. Of course he knows that the puppy probably can't be kept, that it probably has a home and a family looking for it. But he doesn't see a collar and the puppy looks awful young to have someone forgotten it. So maybe it had been abandoned.
His guardians exchange a look. Trip shrugs while Virus offers him a smile. "I don't see why not. It doesn't look like it has a home. So I suppose it would be alright to keep it."
"Just make sure to keep a close eye on it around the other pets until they get used to it," Trip adds in.
Aoba beams and hugs the both of them. He couldn't believe they'd actually agreed, especially seeing as it was a stray. Of course he'd been a 'stray' whenever they'd adopted him, but a human child and a dog were two different things. Right?
"Thank you!" He says as he steps away from the hug. He holds the puppy to his chest for a hug before hold it out at arm's length. He studies it for a moment, looking it up and down. It just keeps wagging his tail happily as he does, just happy to have someone holding him. After a few seconds Aoba nods and brings the ball of blue fur back to him.
"I think I'll name him Ren," he says, scratching between the pup's ears. He earns a smile from both of his guardians before Virus takes his arm and begins walking in the direction they had been heading, Trip right beside him. "We should go to the pet store, get him some food and other things he'd need."
"That's where we're heading," Virus tells him. Aoba nods and begins walking, Virus' hand on his arm guiding him to the pet store on the corner.