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An accident.
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"Daichi."
The teenager sat at a table, comic book in hand, looking up at his stern-faced contractor with a questioning tilt of his head, turned back. "W-What?"
"You're dripping again." Noctis had an impatient tapping of his feet, thumb pointed towards the puddle on the wooden ground. "I've told you-- You need to keep a firm grip on your demonic traits." Noctis was aggravated at this scene, a scene that had been played mutiple times before. Often, when Daichi lost himself in activities or emotions, he had a tendency to let loose of his control, the unstable use of his abilities reflected his young demonic appearance. Being a demon that was affiliated with water or rain (undetermined,) Daichi found it difficult to keep his humanoid form in check all the time.
A towel landed on Daichi's face, leaving the demon silent as Noctis's footsteps could be heard going back to the laboratory. He sighed and squatted down.
...
.....
.....Cleaning he'd go.
Wipe, wipe. Wipe. Noctis needed a lesson on manners-- not that Daichi could give him one. Wipe. Wipe. His hand rubbed at the damp spot with a towel, eyes downcast. Noctis also needed a cook. Wipe, wipe.
But otherwise, Daichi was assimilating into human life well. Not so far enough that he could get a job and work with fussy humans.. Perhaps he had inherited Noctis's habits of disliking people after constant association with him. But even Daichi had restless demonic urges that he found even more difficult to keep in check. Daichi gripped the fabric over his chest tightly, remembering his most recent craving, a dream last night.
... It was a black sea. With Daichi and somebody else.
Black hands shoved someone under the water-- a faceless person, it didn't matter-- All that mattered was the thrill that Daichi felt under his fingers, the struggling figure finally sunk lifelessly under his hands. A hand clamped around the face, Daichi had brought the lifeless person up to throw them to the side, a tongue licking the corners of his mouth, grinning at the taste of blood.
Daichi was sure that it was the long gap of withdrawal from the demon world or his struggle to restrain was bringing out the basest of urges within him. But he couldn't help it-- feeding off of his contractor and tofu were only so fulfilling. Eyes clouded over as he wiped the last remains of his puddle, a hand experimentally flexed, black eyes casted down at his hands. He remembered the vivid glowing blue eyes of Tino.. What was it that demons were supposed to do? Daichi knew his contractor's goals but Daichi knew not how to further it.. In the meantime, was Daichi simply supposed to linger here, with nothing to do? Daichi felt the need to go to Tino to answer his questions .. but where one found the man, nobody knew.
Noctis stood behind the wall, arms folded against his chest, observing the scene with quiet curiosity. This was interesting. Daichi hadn't displayed anything out of the ordinary since his change. His middle finger pushed the glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. Noctis had pondered on whether or not Daichi actually had been a demon-- his sensitive nature was quite.. undemon-like. For lack of a better word.
Heh. This was going to get interesting.
An accident.
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"Daichi."
The teenager sat at a table, comic book in hand, looking up at his stern-faced contractor with a questioning tilt of his head, turned back. "W-What?"
"You're dripping again." Noctis had an impatient tapping of his feet, thumb pointed towards the puddle on the wooden ground. "I've told you-- You need to keep a firm grip on your demonic traits." Noctis was aggravated at this scene, a scene that had been played mutiple times before. Often, when Daichi lost himself in activities or emotions, he had a tendency to let loose of his control, the unstable use of his abilities reflected his young demonic appearance. Being a demon that was affiliated with water or rain (undetermined,) Daichi found it difficult to keep his humanoid form in check all the time.
A towel landed on Daichi's face, leaving the demon silent as Noctis's footsteps could be heard going back to the laboratory. He sighed and squatted down.
...
.....
.....Cleaning he'd go.
Wipe, wipe. Wipe. Noctis needed a lesson on manners-- not that Daichi could give him one. Wipe. Wipe. His hand rubbed at the damp spot with a towel, eyes downcast. Noctis also needed a cook. Wipe, wipe.
But otherwise, Daichi was assimilating into human life well. Not so far enough that he could get a job and work with fussy humans.. Perhaps he had inherited Noctis's habits of disliking people after constant association with him. But even Daichi had restless demonic urges that he found even more difficult to keep in check. Daichi gripped the fabric over his chest tightly, remembering his most recent craving, a dream last night.
... It was a black sea. With Daichi and somebody else.
Black hands shoved someone under the water-- a faceless person, it didn't matter-- All that mattered was the thrill that Daichi felt under his fingers, the struggling figure finally sunk lifelessly under his hands. A hand clamped around the face, Daichi had brought the lifeless person up to throw them to the side, a tongue licking the corners of his mouth, grinning at the taste of blood.
Daichi was sure that it was the long gap of withdrawal from the demon world or his struggle to restrain was bringing out the basest of urges within him. But he couldn't help it-- feeding off of his contractor and tofu were only so fulfilling. Eyes clouded over as he wiped the last remains of his puddle, a hand experimentally flexed, black eyes casted down at his hands. He remembered the vivid glowing blue eyes of Tino.. What was it that demons were supposed to do? Daichi knew his contractor's goals but Daichi knew not how to further it.. In the meantime, was Daichi simply supposed to linger here, with nothing to do? Daichi felt the need to go to Tino to answer his questions .. but where one found the man, nobody knew.
Noctis stood behind the wall, arms folded against his chest, observing the scene with quiet curiosity. This was interesting. Daichi hadn't displayed anything out of the ordinary since his change. His middle finger pushed the glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. Noctis had pondered on whether or not Daichi actually had been a demon-- his sensitive nature was quite.. undemon-like. For lack of a better word.
Heh. This was going to get interesting.
