Ordering Take-out(Private)

“Well…” Ozaki dug his fingers through his hair. Considering he was going to erase the fae’s memory after this anyways it shouldn’t be this hard to talk about… But it was still. Well joy. Would the Fae hear that? Ozaki wanted to just have this conversation telepathically in order to avoid anyone overhearing. But people probably weren’t listening anyways. But still… But also, it was hard enough to keep his thoughts discrete without adding directing some of them them at the fae while keeping the others hidden. “The first time I met him he pretty much tore me apart… Then turned me. Never really knew why until now why. Apparently it was for revenge for the fact that my father had m-murdered his daughter. Then he turned me to try and make my father see that vampires are… Well they’re… We’re not monsters…

Didn’t work though.”

He wanted to keep going on, but might as well pause at some point to gauge the fae’s reaction.

Ozaki looked away for a bit, even for wanting to be able to hypnotize the fae at any point he could not hold eye contact at a question like that. So he nodded silently before continuing. “He’s been trying to kill me for about fifteen years now… And he wasn’t exactly the best parent when I was human either. But I always thought… Well I thought that even if he might be a bit harsh or temperamental sometimes… He always meant well. Wanted what was best.”

It’d been fifteen years since then. He should have seen it. But the fact of the matter was he couldn’t. He was so consumed with the certainty that he had been the one to ruin their family that he hadn’t for a moment thought to shift the blame on anyone else… Even that wording repelled him.

Ozaki rubbed at his right arm, one he’d only recently gotten healed by a unicorn of all things after his sire had cut it off. His mind was wandering, not sure what to say on his sire for some reason all the sudden. “I.. I do hate him… It was… I guess you could say it was… was traumatic… But I don’t hate him nearly as much as my human father right now frankly… Sometimes its all I can do to keep myself from going into a blood rage over it.”

The hate for his sire was still there and great, but his ire was for now focused on Yuuto, his father. Even thinking of him his fists were beginning to clench tightly.

So the fae knew of his plan then? Of course… Ozaki wasn’t nearly as discreet as he might hope. In general really. He initially withdrew from the attempted contact as if fearful of getting bitten. But after a moment he reached one of his hands forward and allowed it to brush the other person’s, feeling a tingling sensation of nervousness spread from the contact. But the contact was nice…

Ozaki sighed, trying to open up his mind to communicate with the fae directly. Some words were too hard to say, but impossible not to think about.

I’ve worked so hard to control myself… I don’t want to be anything like Yuuto. My father… There’s so much anger and hate in him… And I feel it in me too… Okay… I must sound like a complete cheesy idiot right now, don’t I? Aaaah. I didn’t mean to project that bit! Daaaammnnn ittt. Sorry. I can’t loose control though. Not here. You’re right. But anywhere either. Anytime I do… It doesn’t go well.

He mentioned something about scars… Jer could see scars with his talent or was that some species thing not in the text books? Ozaki’s free hand gravitated to a particular one on his chest… Recalling a time where his father had tried to kill him with a stake… And missed by stabbing the wrong side. He hadn’t even waited to see if Ozaki turned to ash. Just left him… His son… Lying there in that alleyway.

Ozaki’s head tilted slightly, as he thought. Rage turned into something better… Any time he acted on his it always went so badly. Could there be something else he could turn it into? Right now… Right now it was going towards particularly dark avenues. Like killing his father…

Finding a creature that could read his mind was wonderfully great for situations where he needed to talk to someone, but couldn’t bring himself to say the words. But also terrible in that well… Now they’d heard that bit in his head.

He sighed, trying to focus on the image of Nyx, his adopted daughter. Her bright smile sweet smile… His complete inadequacy. The knowledge he would undoubtedly fail her, because he wasn’t good enough.

“Thanks for the offer.” He muttered. “But I’m not sure if I got started now… If I’d be able to stop.” A dark fae might be hard to kill... But it could be possible... And Ozaki didn't want to hurt anyone in the way he would if he got really going. 

He’d been having to resort to sedatives far more often than he’d like in the past week or so since he’d found out everything… With the killing his own father plans and all, and everything that pushed him this far… Realizing everything his father had inflicted on him was not because he had caused his father to become that… Not because he deserved it for what he had turned Yuuto into. But because he was apparently always a murderous, hateful bigot to anything that wasn’t human.

“I wouldn’t say you’re terrible at it.” Ozaki said with a small smile.

But he has to die. He’s out of control, he’ll kill anything given even half an excuse. I have to do it for myself, my kind, and anyone I might ever consider family. For Nyx… If she stood in his way Yuuto would not hesitate to hurt her. As a blood devil it was inevitable and necessary that she engage in battle. But Yuuto threatened both himself and any potential future family he might have. He couldn’t allow Yuuto to live. No matter how much it might pain him to kill the man.

By the world it would hurt… But he had to… Surely he had to. Yuuto would never see the light of night, that even vampires could have hearts. That they weren’t simple monsters. If he had killed sweet Meggi, there was no reasoning with him.

He had been a tormentor of terrible proportions that Ozaki just wanted gone. “I think… I’ll try that fight when we get to the park. Not sure how well it’ll work though.”

“He has.” He sighed in response to Jers question. Ozaki, noticing he was lagging behind a bit, turned and in seeing him hop about, stepped in to offer support in the form of a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

I told you you don’t have to use your voice. Ozaki said in his own mind to empathize the point it was okay. He didn’t want the fae to hurt themselves talking to him.

He noticed the flinch and mostly read it at surprise at the contact, when Jers mentioned an aversion to touch Ozaki let go. He held his hands up in a sign of apology. Sorry, he thought. I didn’t mean to intrude on your personal space. You just looked like you needed a hand. He’d avoid contact if that was what Jers wanted.