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somebody help me through this nightmare

WHO: Toshi and Hajime
WHAT: Becoming a vampire is all fun and games until someone goes completely insane and becomes a mindless killing machine.
WHEN: Now-ish, sure. Nowish sounds good.
WHERE: Toshi's bedroom in Sano's apartment.

[ It's been getting worse.

There are good days and there are bad days, but steadily over the past week Toshi has noticed that this terrible emptiness, this terrible thirst has been growing worse and worse.

At first it was just the pain, terrifying and searing, burning through his veins. It would pass if he just choked it down, if he grit his teeth and forced himself to bear through it. Then it intensified, took longer to shake off. Before long Toshi found that the mere idea of blood would make his mouth water and his hands shake, and he'd feel such desperation to tear apart the next living thing he came across that he would have to find somewhere to be alone until it passed.

Now it's here again, and he's genuinely afraid that Sano will be in danger if this gets worse before it gets better. Biting back a dry sob at the sheer state of himself, he fumbles with his phone until he manages to pull it out of his pocket. By some miracle he gets through the contacts list and finds Hajime's number. There's no one else he knows to turn to. No one else he feels he can trust, not with this.

His eyes light on the mostly healed cut on his arm, and he knows if it comes down to it, there would be no one he would rather have standing between him and the rest of the world should he lose to this emptiness consuming him. ]

its bad. come over.

[ It's all he manages to type before he shakily hits 'send.' Then he buries his face against the pillow he has clutched to his chest, letting out a muffled scream. He can't feel anything but the pain. He can't think through it and he can't remember how to breathe. It burns through his mind, scorching away his thoughts, his inhibitions, his reason. Sooner or later--

Sooner or later he's going to forget why he has to hold back.

He has to hold back.

He can't do this.

Not to Sano.

Not to anyone. ]

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I...

[It's not a word he's ever thought of consciously applying to it. It just...is what it is. Souji has enough problems with his family and Hajime isn't really close to his, even if he's on perfectly civil terms with them, and so maybe Hajime hasn't thought about using the word because he'd grown up thinking that was all family was. The people in your house, the ones listed on your birth certificate, with nothing else automatically implied.

And Souji's more than that. Saying what they had was like family would be like saying that Souji was just someone who was there, but who Hajime wasn't emotionally invested in. Like saying Hajime was someone Souji probably only put up with because he had to.

But something about the way the word sounds coming out of Toshi's mouth is different.]

I think you could say that.

[Maybe Hajime's been thinking about it the wrong way. Trying to match the definition to the people, instead of the people to the definition.]

[ Not so long ago, Toshi was in exactly the same boat that Hajime is now. Unable to even begin to understand why people would tout that blood was thicker than water, wondering what it was every damn movie and book and TV show he'd ever goddamned seen was all about keeping the family together and putting family above all the rest. He'd done it himself without really knowing or understanding why as a teen, choosing to walk away from his siblings so that he wouldn't be a burden. Working hard with his uncle no matter how the two of them fought or disagreed. Because they're family, and that counts for something.

Or so he's been told.

But between Hajime and Souji and Sano-- More and more as of late, the opposite has proven true to him. He would defend Souji from the cruelties of the world at whatever cost. He would answer Sano's calls at any hour, for any reason. And Hajime-- Hajime's the one who is here with him now, the one he looks to in his time of need. And perhaps it's unfair of him to rely on someone as young as Hajime, who has so much else going on, and yet...

And yet he can look in Hajime's eyes and see that Hajime needs to be here for him almost as much as Toshi needs him in return. He doesn't understand, not really, but he's... at peace with it, for the moment. He feels calmer now. He still feels a bit nauseous, the bloodlust lingering but nowhere near as maddening or overwhelming as before.

The color comes back to his hair, slowly at first. He blinks and the red of his eyes vanish. He reaches up to touch a stray lock of hair in his peripheral vision, smiling weakly at the sight. ]

...that's good.

[ He's talking to Hajime, picking up their conversation where they left off. ]

I'm glad you two have found something. Maybe you could get him... a fish or something.

[Even as dramatic as the change in Toshi's appearance is, the change it triggers in Hajime's posture is no less so; his shoulders sink a bit and the tension goes out of him when he sees that red finally fade. Crisis averted, it would seem.

For now.

For how long?

Still, it's not like he can force Toshi to do something about it - and even if he could, he recognizes how screwed up it would be to make anyone do such a thing. All he can do is help in whatever way Toshi lets him, even if that just means standing guard, unable to do anything to ease his pain. Even if that means -

- he still doesn't know if he can go that far.

Tonight, at least, he won't have to.]

He'll never clean the tank.

[ In Hajime's defense, forcing someone to drink blood is not quite as fucked up as forcing someone to kill someone. Just putting that out there. Toshi, however, doesn't quite see the hypocrisy of his actions, far too horrified with the idea of what he's turning into to think of any of the greater implications.

He smiles at the thought of Souji failing at even owning a fish, giving a little shrug as he all but sags against the wall in his relief. ]

One of those... betta fish, then. Or, hell. What're those fuckers called. I saw them on the TV once.

...those moss ball things. They're Japanese.

...

Pet rock. Something.

[ Toshi's breathing levels out finally, and he cracks something of a smile in Hajime's direction. ]

I... I think I'm good, Hajime. Could I just-- Ask you one more thing? Sorry, I know it's probably been a hell of a night.

...but, ah. Could you just-- Come... a little closer? I just-- I want to see if it comes back--

...of course.

[It certainly has been a hell of a night, but refusal doesn't even cross Hajime's mind, and he stands up straight, pulling away from the door and taking a few slow, measured steps in Toshi's direction, then pausing in his tracks.]

Closer?

[ After giving himself a moment to adjust to Hajime's proximity, Toshi doesn't feel any spikes in adrenaline or the telltale hunger pangs. He gives it another few seconds just to err on the side of caution, then gives Hajime a single, decisive nod. He repeats this with Hajime, taking time to make certain he's not going to lose control again in between, until Hajime is standing directly before him. ]

...

Here.

[ Managing to hold onto his weary smile still, Toshi pats the space next to him on the floor. ]

...keep the knife.

[He moves next to Toshi - to his left, to be sure the hand holding the knife won't wind up right next to him - and lowers himself to the ground, his eyes on the other man the entire time. Not that he's really expecting Toshi to have a sudden downturn now, when he's already been fine for Hajime to get this close, but -

- but after the condition he found him in, it's hard not to worry, and there's something evaluative in his gaze as he sits, like he doesn't want to take Toshi's word for it that he's fine.]

[ If Hajime looks closely enough, he'll see that Toshi has gone very, very still. He's counting each of his breaths, hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides. He's bracing himself for the possibility of a repeat of what happened at the museum, that Hajime will draw close enough for Toshi to practically taste the salt of his skin on the air and lose himself entirely. But then Hajime settles down near him, near enough for Toshi to see the faint flutter of his pulse at his neck, and nothing changes. There's no pain, no mindless desire. There's only a brief pang of joy as his anxiety washes away, leaving him blissfully empty of all thoughts but his own.

He smiles tiredly over at Hajime, taking a moment just to enjoy the quiet of his mind.

And then he--

Just to be absolutely certain, he reaches out hesitantly with one hand, faltering several times in midair before finally letting his hand come to rest just over Hajime's wrist. His palm closing over Hajime's soft skin, he simply takes a moment to soak in the warmth. Nothing. He feels absolutely nothing but his infinite relief, nothing but his boundless gratitude.

He feels so indebted to Hajime in this moment that he doesn't even know what he can possibly say or do. So he just breathes. He breathes, and his strength gives out, and he finds himself leaning on Hajime's shoulder ever so slightly even as he tries to stay upright against the wall. ]

...thank you, Hajime. For-- For coming over. For bearing with me.

For everything.

You're welcome.

[He exhales softly as Toshi's hand settles over his, finally taking his eyes off Toshi and tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. Not that he minds looking at Toshi, so much as -

- it's a gesture of trust, as much as him sitting next to the other man now is. It's offering Toshi a break from the scrutiny, of not having to feel Hajime's eyes on him waiting to see if he slipped. He knows he can't be feeling even half the strain this must've put on Toshi, but Hajime just wants to - to not have to keep staring at him and waiting for a sign that he hopes will never come.

He trusts that it isn't coming now.

Without Toshi to focus on, though, nothing else in the room feels like it's worth the attention, and so his gaze drifts for a moment, around the bedroom, the furniture -

- it settles on the closet door, left ajar, and the flash of something blue peeking out from within. Not just because it's a color he's never seen Toshi in (and doesn't really seem like one he'd wear much, from what Hajime's seen of his fashion sense), but...it's a familiar blue, with a familiar pattern of white triangles along the bottom.

It's a pattern that's shown up in Hajime's closet, too, without any sign of where it came from.]

[ Toshi is so bone-weary that he doesn't immediately notice where Hajime's attention has gone, still trying to gain his bearings after the mess this night has turned out to be. A few moments of rest later, however, he happens to glance up to see how Hajime is holding up and instinctively follows the other man's line of sight over to the closet. ]

...Hajime? What is it?

...is that new?

[By which he doesn't really mean "did you just buy that" so much as "did that just show up."]

...er-- Yeah. That night we, um. [ Always an awkward topic, but Toshi takes a deep breath and forces himself to go on. ] With the werewolves.

Sano's got one too. We've been meaning to figure out something about them, but, ah...

[ He laughs quietly, and Hajime will have to forgive him if he's sounding rather bitter. ]

Been busy.

...I also have one.

[Not that he's done any better about looking into it. He can't judge.]

[ Though his eyes widen briefly at that, Toshi's surprise is short-lived. He realizes quickly enough that if he suspected anyone else to be connected with him in so far as bearing what looks like some kind of uniform jacket, Hajime would be at the top of the list. ]

...should've guessed, for you. Sano came as a surprise, though. Maybe we should-- I dunno. Talk about it together...?

[Toshi probably has a point there. And if he and Toshi both have them, then logically, it's quite possible that -]

...I haven't looked in Souji's closet lately.

[>"lately"
>implying this is a thing that otherwise happens
>wow hajime]

But Souji and I have both appeared in each others' memories...so it may be prudent to ask him, as well.

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