Ordering Take-out(Private)

Not a monster in the flesh of a human eh? Sometimes Ozaki would beg to differ on that given the people he’d killed. And the way he’d killed them… And how much he’d enjoyed tasting those very last breaths. It’d been years ago and he knew many people would try to tell him that it wasn’t his fault.

He knew for a fact traumatic turnings could oft times lead to newly made vampires just going outright feral, falling completely into lesser status and becoming nothing but mindless beasts devoted only to filling their ravenous appetites. Ozaki hadn’t gone so far as to loose his mind obviously. But he’d still go feral every time without fail when he bit into someone. Usually that person ended up dead.

Of course knowing that his thoughts were basically being broadcast to Jer, he added the clarification of the fact he avoided biting people nowadays by just drinking from blood packs. Frankly not as tasty as drinking directly from someone but… Well when your natural inclination was to drink until the very last breath it was best to just stick to the packaged stuff.

Way to go morbid Ozaki. They’d gotten a little off topic to something a bit lighter, and he’d brought it right back down to dark. But hell… There was still a lot more he wanted to talk about. Even if he felt kind of selfish for so much as thinking of himself right now when Jers was hurt. A dark fae’s feet were very important to them.

Oh wait. Was Jers talking about himself with that line? Damn it Ozaki wasn’t sure anymore. There were reasons some people did fear dark fae after all. But Ozaki did do his best to keep an open mind.

The war with the light fae… That was a really long time ago. Ozaki couldn’t remember how long ago off the top of his head, but he was going to guess a couple of thousand years ago maybe? That seemed right for a fae time line. “Still. If you’re okay with it I could fix it. I’d just need to see the wound. Only if you're okay with it though of course.” Ozaki’s own voice was soft right now, a little hesitant. He hadn’t heard an outright refusal from the dark fae, but he hadn’t heard a sure affirmation either.

And Ozaki sure as heck wasn’t going to invade the dark fae’s personal space again without prior permission.

Cute? That was an odd way to put it. But he supposed Jers wasn’t a hemophage who’d find is inability to drink from people without absolutely slaughtering them laughable. He’d been a vampire for fifteen years for crying out loud. Longer than he’d been human at this point. For a moment Ozaki’s mind seized upon the idea that maybe Jers was being insincere or mocking in saying it was cute, but he did his best to shoo the thought away. He didn’t seem like that kind of person.

At the mention of Jers himself going feral Ozaki would be reminded that dark fae too had a feral state they could lapse into. He supposed in that way the fae could understand what it was like. He’d lost a friend eh? That was… Hard. Ozaki had only recently learned a friend of his from childhood had actually died. He’d very nearly lost it at that moment. As dumb as it was, even though it had been years he’d held onto some fragment of hope until then that they might meet again one day.

Well now he felt selfish for thinking about himself again after Jers had told him something like that… But that was the point of encounters like this. Hah… That probably sounded really bad… Ozaki cringed inwardly.

In response to Jers’ question Ozaki would reply that he was an inventory manager at Eldritch Academy. Then he’d crouch down, to look at Jers foot. Mentally going through the types of healing items he had. Phoenix tears… That would had been a bitch to acquire with his talent, considering it had required him to dilute it down considerably before even letting it touch him. But he knew then and now that it would be worth it to have such a powerful healing agent in his arsenal.

He also did have just a normal healing potion though as well. Phoenix tears were just the most effective thing to use. Just a mere drop was all it would take to heal Though was… Okay no it was fine. Stop worrying. Just because he’s plant oriented and he’s called a dark fae and they’re oriented with plants doesn’t mean this’ll fuck him up. Not everyone is as weakness riddled as vampires. He was just worried about making things worse like he tended to do sometimes when he tried to help.

Ozaki went to reach for Jers ankle and hesitated. No touching. He’d imagine that’d apply particularly to sensitive feet. Lift your foot? He’d ask in his head. When Jers would do so he’d see the patch of greenery Jers had used as a make shift bandage. That’d be fine.

“This is gonna look a little weird.” He muttered quietly. Probably not the weirdest thing a multi-thousand year fairy has seen though, Ozaki thought to himself as he used his thumb nail to make a small cut in his index finger. The wound itself would heal within seconds for him, but it produced a small measure of blood that he then held over the Jers’ injury. When it dropped the blood would shift to the clear color of phoenix tears and land on the bandage. It seeped through easily and healed(hopefully) the wound beneath within seconds.

That had just been a single drop of liquid though. Such an extreme reaction was a little surprising. Ozaki showed the flat of his palms. “Didn’t touch.” He said as he got up. What. Was touching a dark fae’s feet like second base or something? Oh geez. That was an embarrassing thought. Change the topic. Quickly.

Cool though… They would be approaching the park pretty soon. So shortly after healing Jers he’d have a go at sparring with him. That… Seemed a little weird. He’d just healed the guy, now he was potentially going to try and hurt him? Sure Ozaki could heal him back up afterwards but… It still went against the grain of his natural way of thinking.

Though he probably could use the fight to blow off steam. Jers really didn’t seem to mind. Dude had fought for centuries at the very least. Ozaki wouldn’t win against the guy of course… But… Well he didn’t know how to finish that sentence, did he?

Guess he wasn’t so lucky that Jers would pretend he hadn’t thought that… Thankfully he hadn’t taken offense though. Of course first base was kind of that… Though Ozaki kind of thought that should be the basis for most relationships. He wished his frigging teenage hormones would take a hint though.

Ozaki grimaced in understanding at the mention of Jers father. He knew what that was like. Even back when he’d been human Yuuto had not been the best of people to be around. He’d always used to think that it was only because he had wanted to protect his family. Even if it meant protecting them from themselves at times. That’s what he always used to say. Everything he did was for his family. He still believed that Yuuto believed that to this day… He hated how he’d actually held onto the idea that that excused anything for so long though. How he’d just accepted it all for years after he’d been turned into a vampire. Thinking he deserved all that and more.

He had been feeling a little bit out of the mood for fighting before, but so much as the mention of a father brought that anger surging right back to the forefront. He was angry at someone hurting him so he was going to hurt someone else… This was stupid. But hell. He couldn’t just let this feeling be ignored and Jers had offered. So it was okay… Surely? But that involved… Touch…

Fight. Break something. He wanted to let go. Stop holding himself back. Stop trying to control himself all the time. Jers had offered. Ozaki padded to the other side of the clearing, wings unfurling from his back as his blood lust grew. He then turned around, taking a fighting stance. “You ready?”

He felt doubt still in his limbs. He wasn’t fully sure this would actually help… He had just gotten done healing one of Jers wounds after all. Uuugh. Why did things always have to get complicated?

Sweetcheeks? Wha? Was that? No surely not. His wings twitched slightly at being complimented, echoing his mild surprise. Nonetheless… It was time to go. Ozaki launched himself at the man, commencing with the exchanges of blows for which his RPer had no idea how to describe. He was not a slouch per say… But he certainly wasn’t on par with centuries worth of experience.

That caused alarm in Ozaki’s thoughts, a tizzy of bafflement. Was this fae coming onto him? Nonetheless… They came for a fight and he was going to get one.

Throughout the spar Ozaki would get increasingly more and more aggressive as he grew more certain that Jers could handle it. Yes. Yes this was definitely someone with multiple centuries worth of experience on him. Someone who could definitely handle it even if he did go… A little off the rails. Thankfully Ozaki didn’t go that far. He did get a bit close to biting Jers at one point, but managed to stop himself or be stopped just in time…. He couldn’t quite remember. But now the spar was over he was panting heavily.

He was a bit battered himself, but nothing too bad. He still was angry of course, but perhaps less now maybe? At the very least he didn’t have the energy to act on such impulses.

Heh… Wouldn’t he tell literally anyone else in the world that they should just accept the whole of themselves and find a way to integrate what they were with society? Funny he felt too afraid to do the same for himself. Go for creatures that couldn’t die as easily as humans. Or go after dead or alive bounties. Easy solutions he’d recommend to anyone. Anyone but himself. He’d like to say his problems were different but hey… There were many people like him. With his kinds of problems.

The fear of loosing yourself completely to the madness that was your darker half. A wild feral side you feared loosing yourself to… Yet the more you fought against it the more likely it was to overwhelm you one day.

Gosh his thoughts got dramatic there. Hah…