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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

He leaned down to look at her, a soft frown on his face. “We’re discussing this in the morning, you aren’t getting out of this.” He said firmly, but the crinkles around his eyes showed he was more worried than angry.
 
Amaya finished up her bath, growing tired after getting warm in the tub. After drying her hair and brushing her teeth, she found her way to Sasuke’s room, knocking on the door as she stepped into the open doorway.
 
He looked up and smiled softly, "Hey, just in time, I cleared sime space for you." He said; and by that he meant that he took his tech from the bed and placed it on the floor at the foot of it.
 
Amaya wasn’t surprised that tech was overflowing all over his room, finding herself soothed by the nostalgic setting. “Thanks, the couch is good, but I appreciate the offer of a real bed even more.” She crawled into bed, getting comfortable beside him. “You look thin.. have you been eating enough..?” She asked softly.
 
She got comfortable under the blanket, facing him so they could still talk. “If I need to I can help feed you.” She joked.
 
“You wouldn’t have to.” She said. “It could be just like college, we are starting over, after all.”
 
She reached out to touch his cheek, frowning softly. “Start taking care of yourself a little more, ok?”
 
That night while everyone slept soundly, Yukimura hopped silently from the window of his bedroom, dropping down onto the street a floor below them. He stood upright and smelled the air, kakugan flared, heading off quickly down the street.
 
Yukimura’s body was flush like he had a fever, but at the same time all of his senses were heightened, his kakuja slowly forming armor over his body as he hopped from rooftop to rooftop. It was late, almost midnight and the part of town he was in was relatively dead at that time, being mostly apartments and old buildings.
By the time he spotted a potential meal he was completely covered in his kakuja armor, drool dripping from his chin as he watched the old homeless man push his cart slowly. It happened in a second, Yukimura jumping down from the rooftop silently and dropping on top of the old man, who could only manage out a surprised yelp before Yukimura pierced a single tail through the man’s head. It killed him instantly, Yukimura pulling the Kagune from his body and letting the blood drip into his open mouth, a delighted grin twisting his face.

Megohime watched the people coming and going at the shopping district, wearing a brown wig and glasses, her mask hidden in the jacket she was wearing to combat the cold weather.
 
The familiar warmth and coppery taste filled his mouth and poured down his throat like a fine forbidden wine. It only made his senses sharper, more sensitive.

Mitsunari was making his way home, papers in his hand that he looked over meticulously. They were the reports regarding Akihime's death; Matsunaga had handed them to Mitsunari personally before he suddenly vanished. It wasn't uncommon, Matsunaga was one of the best investigators the CCG had.
 
Yukimura licked the Kagune clean before going for the man, tearing into his throat and drinking his blood hungrily. He felt like he was starving to death, like he was so thirsty his tongue would crack, and so hungry his stomach felt hollow.

She smelled him before she saw him, Doves smelling disturbingly similar to ghouls- an undeniable stench of blood, just the sulfuric-iron stench of ghoul blood instead. Masamune had taught her how to utilize her heightened abilities to keep herself safe, as well as arming her with a gun.
 
His skull buzzed with the need to consume more until he burst. It was euphoric and maddening.

Mitsunari was making his way up from her, nose buried in the reports, his expression turning more and more sour.
 
Once he was done drinking the man’s blood he tore into the meat of his shoulder, tearing the shirt away from his body as he ate.

Megohime watched him for a while before she decided to follow, making sure to stay some distance away.
 
There was movement behind him - someone running as fast as they could. The smell of estrogen hit his nose first, then flowers.
"Yukimura...!" Akihime was out of breath, gasping loudly as she struggled to make her way towards him.

Mitsunari barely caught the smell of blood, lifting his eyes briefly before making it seem like he was unaware.
 
He swallowed the mouthful of flesh and turned to face Akihime, twitching slightly as he recognized who it was. He stopped eating, slowly letting go of the old and and stepping away, wiping his mouth uselessly.

She pulled the medical mask she had over her chin up over her nose to hide her face, putting her hands in her pockets as she followed him steadily.
 
"Wh...What happened...?" She asked, looking tired and scared, "Can you hear me...?"

The scent never left, Mitsunari was keenly aware of it now; a ghoul was following him and he had to lead it away from civilians.
 
Yukimura breather in deep, catching her scent and swallowing hard. “Hungry..” He growled out.

Megohime smirked slightly under her mask, noticing that he had noticed her- just like Masamune said more senior investigators would. A rush of excitement went through her, taking the bait and following him toward a less busy area.
 
"A-Ah...wh-why didn't you say so...? W-We could have checked the food stores in the basement..." She said, before clearing her throat, "I would have gotten something for you?"

Mitsunari moved down and out into an empty lot - reserved for some building that would go up - before he turned toward her with a scowl.
 
Yukimura was on her in a second, the both of them tumbling to the ground with Yukimura on top of her. He pinned her hands over her head with his Kagune, his lips against her shoulder as he licked it gently, trembling as he pressed his knee firmly between her legs. His cock throbbed hard against the fabric of his pants, her smell intoxicating him as he sucked at her shoulder, his hand moving under her shirt to brush his fingertips against her nipple. “Please..~” He whimpered against her flesh, breathing heavily against her neck. “Please let me have some..~?” He begged.

He was met with a masked figure, bikaku swaying slowly behind her as a single red eye glowed beneath the Onna Noh mask. “You seemed really upset, so I figured I’d come and make sure you were ok.” She watched him closely, tilting her head as she considered what to eat first. “Are you?”
 
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