Log; Ongoing

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Date:Shortly after midnight on the 4th
Rating: Pg-13
Characters: Katou k_a_t_o_u Kira noswordjokesplz and Dracula sinfulpride
Summary: Suspicious about what katou's bed was saying on the 3rd, Kira follows Katou and finds out quite a bit
Log:

The whole thing was getting a bit old, that was katou’s opinion on having to go out almost every night to find some poor random person for Dracula to feed upon. Besides the fact that Kira had been threatening to confiscate his pain meds if he didn’t stop, Dracula was having a bit too much fun mocking his injuries. Not for the first time Katou decided that forced servitude sucked ass. But that servitude was why he was walking through one of the seedier parts of the underground in search of someone for Dracula.

“…Maybe I should find a tranny…” he mumbled under his breath as he passed under a street light. “I could probably pretend I didn’t know. Maybe.”

Well, if that wasn't most interesting. Kira truly doubted Katou was currently walking through these particular area because he <i>wanted</i> to. Which made it all the more clear that something was up. Silly as the last curse had been, Katou's bed had certainly been helpful in giving Kira a hint that yes, it was that bad. Servitude or something of the sort... really, just what had Katou gotten himself into again? And there you thought the guy would have learned something from all he'd lived through - but no, he had to get in trouble all over again. Three guesses as to who got to drag him out of that.

The now once again quiet Shiranui slung over his shoulder, Kira followed Katou, careful to be silent and keep several meters of distance between them. If Katou noticed him, he knew, his little investigation would be pretty much over, as Katou would first interrogate him and then deny anything.

Katou’s eyes scanned over the activity of the nightlife, picking and disregarding choices depending on whether they might or might not be missed. It was almost sick how easy it was to choose some person he didn’t know and sign out their death sentence with a greeting and occasionally a quick pick-up line. He ignored a drug pusher who tried to beckon him closer, he’d learned after being turned into a golem by Rosiel that it was best to avoid drugs. But that didn’t stop Dracula from forcing his blood down Katou’s throat. Yay, one more thing to add to his list of weird shit that he had been forced to swallow.

A turn down another street and he spotted someone who might do. A youngish looking woman. Early twenties, dressed for the nightlife in a miniskirt that was just a bit too short and a top that dipped pretty low. Just the sort of thing his ‘master’ seemed to prefer. “As good as any…” He said walking over towards her.

While Kira continued following, Katou's eyeing of the people around them didn't slip past his notice, and while he was sure Katou had had his fair share of one-night-stands, his target didn't seem to be in the mood for such things. Kira found himself vaguely pleased when Katou refused the drug dealer - he knew, though, that Katou's taste for illegal substances had been quenched once and for all when he'd first died, courtesy of Rosiel.

When he saw Katou approach a skimpily-clad young woman, Kira halted in his path in order to observe.

Once again. Disgustingly easy. It took a quick conversation, some cheap pick up lines and compliments and the girl was ready to go with him to a ‘special club’. For a moment he almost told her to get away from him but then he remembered why he had broken ribs and a broken arm. His master had also been using his power over Katou to give him headaches if he took too long getting the vampire’s meals. If he weren’t already dead, he’d probably think he would go to hell.

“Lets go.” he said to her, a fake smile gracing his lips as he walked back the way he had come, the girl clinging to his arm and trying to wheedle details about the club they were going out of him.

Kira almost grimaced at the encompassing and all too obvious <i>fakeness</i> of Katou's smile, and at the girl's utter naiveté for not noticing it. Really, parents should teach their children better (thought it seemed not to be a lesson he would ever have to teach Tiara - and where that thought came from, he didn't want to know). Still, it was Katou he was here for, and his worry was about to raise to a level where he might even admit it.

It was simple enough to lead the girl to where Dracula wanted her, invariably, as the bastard seemed to have such a corny taste in places to meet. He’d been forced into servitude in a dark alley and he usually delivered the victims to shady street corners. It was something Katou would harass him about usually but after being punished he’d wisely decided to bring the lip down to a minimum or else risk another beat down. And with his current injuries, he really didn’t want to risk it.

Reaching the corner where he was to deliver the girl, he looked around, couldn’t see him. Though he was probably there. Dracula had way too much of an obsession with theatrics. “I’m here.” he said in an audible voice, ignoring the girl’s question and simply waiting for his master to appear.

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[sinfulpride.livejournal.com]

"Very good." As one might expect, Dracula emerged from the shadows as if he had always been there, waiting. The effect was still eerie, despite the frequency with which he employed it. He reached for the girl and took her by the wrist. "Come, my dear. It is time you were parted from your escort to enjoy a different sort of company."

[noswordjokesplz.livejournal.com]

And this was exactly where things got interesting. Kira quickly looked for some shadows to hide in and did his best to subdue his aura. He watched as the man, who frankly looked as though he came straight out of the last century, emerged in turn from another set of shadows and took the girl's wrist in a rather possesive manner.

Servitude indeed; that bed had been right. It was clear to Kira that he would confront Katou about this before they went back home, but he pondered whether it would be more convenient to do so in Dracula's presence or not.

[k-a-t-o-u.livejournal.com]

"You don't need anything else, right?" Katou asked, watching and ignoring the girl as she tried to get answers to what was going on. Better to just numb himself to this, though he was starting to wish he hadn't turned down that drug dealer. Something to help him forget everything would be great at a time like this.

"If not, I'm heading back. My friends'll kill me if they find out I went out again."

[sinfulpride.livejournal.com]

"That will be all," the vampire replied, his attention for the moment concentrated on the girl who had begun struggling to escape his grasp. A sharp stare and a quick invasion of her thoughts left her staring blankly at some point beyond him, and Dracula laid a hand on her waist to guide her into the darkness in a sickening parody of a gentleman caller. The pair disappeared a moment later. Dracula did not feel the need to impress his authority upon Katou by feeding in front of the boy ... not tonight.

[noswordjokesplz.livejournal.com]

Well, Katou was almost right about that. Kira wasn't going to kill him, just probably give him a nice, thorough beating for getting himself into this. It looked like something awful.

He stayed where he was for now, deciding it would be too much trouble to confront Dracula directly and instead planning to simply cut off Katou's way when he went back to the firehouse.