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Apr. 18th, 2008 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSengoku held a Tupperware container up for inspection.
Peering at the food inside Sengoku decided opening it would be safe enough. Opening it Sengoku took a tentative sniff. “Oh gross.” Closing the plastic tub up Sengoku tossed it into the garbage. Not even Minami, dead as he was, would be able to eat that and survive. “Hey, Minami, would you mind if I ordered take out?” Sengoku turned to shout into the living room and jumped a foot in the air when he found Minami standing in the doorway. “Hey, didn’t hear you move.”
Minami had a really strange look on his face. It was the type of look Sengoku was used to seeing on the faces of horny girls who knew you couldn’t say no, or a guy eying up a particularly tasty looking steak. It gave Sengoku the chills. “Er… Minami? You okay?”
Minami took a step into the kitchen. Sengoku took a step back. Minami took another step, and Sengoku found his back pressed against the refrigerator. Damn his kitchen for being the size of a shoebox. “Minami?”
Minami’s eyes glowed red. “I’m really hungry Sengoku. You don’t mind if I have a… bite, do you?”
“Ah… ah ha ha ha.” Sengoku cursed his luck. “Help yourself to anything here?”
It was the wrong thing to say. Sengoku choked on a manly yelp, not a scream, as Minami sunk teeth into his neck. Struggling against Minami’s body Sengoku found the dead weight, pun not intended, impossible to push off. “Mi-Minami. Ow!” It hurt. Sengoku had never liked giving blood, the pull of blood flowing out of your body through a vein had always disturbed him. Now Sengoku had the hoover vacuum of blood suckers attached to his neck and it fucking hurt! “Ow! Fuck! Get off!”
Minami grabbed Sengoku’s wrists when Sengoku attempted to punch him, the tight hold causing Sengoku to wince. Sengoku was not sure how much blood Minami had sucked out of him but it was enough that Sengoku was beginning to feel vaguely dizzy. Though that could have been from shock.
“Minami!” Sengoku brought his knee up into Minami’s crotch, a move he had never thought he would need to use.
Minami gasped, his mouth releasing Sengoku’s neck and he backed up several steps, curling forward in pain. “Wh…”
Sengoku held a hand against the wound on his neck, blood gushing between his fingers, the skin raggedly torn under his touch. This was not two neat bite marks, this was a nasty rip in the shape of Minami’s teeth. “Get out.” Sengoku slid to the floor, the blood and the shock from the attack making him woozy. Sengoku’s shirt collar felt tacky as blood began to flow down his shoulder.
“What…” Minami stared at him, eyes wide with shock. “Oh my god. Sengoku! I’m sorry!” Minami stared at Sengoku, and Sengoku glared back feebly. Within seconds Minami had fled and the door to Sengoku’s apartment banged closed behind him.
Sengoku grabbed a towel to press against the wound on his neck. Carefully he made his way to the living room and picked up his phone. Dialing emergency services Sengoku made sure to request an ambulance before he passed out.
Minami had a really strange look on his face. It was the type of look Sengoku was used to seeing on the faces of horny girls who knew you couldn’t say no, or a guy eying up a particularly tasty looking steak. It gave Sengoku the chills. “Er… Minami? You okay?”
Minami took a step into the kitchen. Sengoku took a step back. Minami took another step, and Sengoku found his back pressed against the refrigerator. Damn his kitchen for being the size of a shoebox. “Minami?”
Minami’s eyes glowed red. “I’m really hungry Sengoku. You don’t mind if I have a… bite, do you?”
“Ah… ah ha ha ha.” Sengoku cursed his luck. “Help yourself to anything here?”
It was the wrong thing to say. Sengoku choked on a manly yelp, not a scream, as Minami sunk teeth into his neck. Struggling against Minami’s body Sengoku found the dead weight, pun not intended, impossible to push off. “Mi-Minami. Ow!” It hurt. Sengoku had never liked giving blood, the pull of blood flowing out of your body through a vein had always disturbed him. Now Sengoku had the hoover vacuum of blood suckers attached to his neck and it fucking hurt! “Ow! Fuck! Get off!”
Minami grabbed Sengoku’s wrists when Sengoku attempted to punch him, the tight hold causing Sengoku to wince. Sengoku was not sure how much blood Minami had sucked out of him but it was enough that Sengoku was beginning to feel vaguely dizzy. Though that could have been from shock.
“Minami!” Sengoku brought his knee up into Minami’s crotch, a move he had never thought he would need to use.
Minami gasped, his mouth releasing Sengoku’s neck and he backed up several steps, curling forward in pain. “Wh…”
Sengoku held a hand against the wound on his neck, blood gushing between his fingers, the skin raggedly torn under his touch. This was not two neat bite marks, this was a nasty rip in the shape of Minami’s teeth. “Get out.” Sengoku slid to the floor, the blood and the shock from the attack making him woozy. Sengoku’s shirt collar felt tacky as blood began to flow down his shoulder.
“What…” Minami stared at him, eyes wide with shock. “Oh my god. Sengoku! I’m sorry!” Minami stared at Sengoku, and Sengoku glared back feebly. Within seconds Minami had fled and the door to Sengoku’s apartment banged closed behind him.
Sengoku grabbed a towel to press against the wound on his neck. Carefully he made his way to the living room and picked up his phone. Dialing emergency services Sengoku made sure to request an ambulance before he passed out.
