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Draken was apparently also sent by him . By this point Takemichi was almost sick of hearing about him as much as he wanted to meet him. Baji and Kazutora ended up coming to the shop that night as they were cleaning. Both Baji and Kazutora growled at Draken but he just patted them on the head.
“He must really like this one to send you.” Kazutora said as he wrapped himself around Takemichi his tail curled around Chifuyu’s hip dragging him closer.
Draken didn’t respond to him, instead he attended to Inui who definitely had a concussion.
“Leave it alone Tora.” Baji said as he raided the blood fridge. One day Takemichi will figure out why Inui had a fridge full of blood on hand but he had other things to worry about.
“I’m just saying it’s fishy!” Kazutora couldn’t talk when Takemichi is pretty sure he is scenting him. Before moving over to do the same to Chifuyu who seemed to enjoy it more.
“Yeah, well you’re still on his list so don’t go running your mouth and your scenting glands.” Draken said as he stood up from where he was tending to Inui.
Even though that sounded like a warning, Kazutora scented him extra hard after it. He was then smothered by the weretiger in his room while listening to Baji trying to beat FF7r on hard mode…he wasn’t doing well.
Over the next few weeks Takemichi got used to being watched all day everyday. Draken watched when he helped out at the shop. The hellhound, “it’s more complicated than that”, hovered when he wasn’t working on things. Even started helping Inui with Takemichi’s Slayer training. Takemichi would be more annoyed if Draken didn’t pat his head after he did something right and praised him. Maybe Takemichi was the actual hound.
Draken was an add-on to the ‘watch over Takemichi’ squad. Which felt a lot larger than it actually was and besides Inui, sort of Chifuyu, all of them were supernaturally inclined. Doesn’t really make sense to Takemichi, he was the slayer, their mortal enemy.
He brought it up to Kazutora who was the only one willing to tell Takemichi things.
“The Slayer is meant to be the balance or some shit like that. Some want to turn earth into a hellscape. Me? Not at all, there are no Zebra cakes in hell, I would know I've been there.” Takemichi was going to ignore the, ‘I’ve been to hell’ comment and focus on watching in disgust as Kazutora threw like fifty zebra caker into their shopping cart.
Takemichi, with his meager funds, thought maybe it was time for him to start stocking up on more food in his dorm. He normally wants potato chips as an after-hunt snack but keeps coming home to find them missing. He gathered a list from everyone, and he meant everyone, and took Kazutora with him to the grocery store.
He was pushing the cart trying to figure out how to get blood for Baji. He asked Inui about it but the other grimaced and said he didn’t get it himself. One day, one day Takemichi will ask. Then all of a sudden like magic a flier floated down into his cart.
“A blood drive” He muttered.
Maybe they can relieve some bags of blood from them. Baji doesn’t need to feed that often and this way they can avoid using a very willing Chifuyu all the time. Takemichi tried to offer but Baji denied saying he liked his immortal life.
“Is stealing from a blood bank something that is against the Slayer code?” Takemichi asked Inui while he was practicing moves on one of the dummies in the training room.
Inui, who was sitting in the corner of the room fiddling with a guitar, looked up at Takemichi, his fingers still plucking away at the strings. “Straighten your arm more and when the code was created there was no such thing as blood drives. So not explicitly, you could just stake the vampire and be done with it.”
It’s not that Inui didn’t like Baji, Takemichi hoped, he was just a very practical hunter.
“I think Chifuyu and Tora would be very upset about that.”
But that wasn’t a no, right?
“Ok team.” Takemichi, Chifuyu, Kazutora, and Baji were surrounding the small coffee table in his dorm. “This should be a quick get in and get out. Chifuyu will be waiting in his car with coolers and ice. Baji will be watching the door because we can’t trust his stomach to not eat all the blood.”
“I would too. Mmm AB.” Baji said his fangs were dropping.
“Exactly so Tora and I will be the ones to go in. We are going only for O+ but you can get on AB for him as a treat.” Takemichi wants to say this is the most ridiculous conversation he had but it really wasn’t.
“This is a lot of planning for this.” Chifuyu mumbled around the lollipop in his mouth.
“I just want to be prepared. Nothing really happened in the last couple of weeks.” Takemichi said, glancing over the blueprints of the blood facility.
“We had that slime demon just the other day.” Kazutora said, pulling the lollipop out of Chifuyu’s mouth and sticking it in his.
Everyone collectively shuddered at the mention of the slime demon.
“Never again.” They all chanted in unison.
“Ok let’s go!“
Breaking into the facility was super easy. The door was already unlocked and it sounded like no one was there. There were even signs with little arrows pointing towards the blood fridge. Honestly, maybe it was too easy.
Takemichi thought their victory was too early. While Kazutora was grabbing bags and bags of blood, Takemichi heard a sound from the door. He fumbled with his flashlight catching it before it could hit the ground.
“Shit, Tora we have to hurry.” He whispered furiously to the WereTiger.
Kazutora stood up holding a paper bag full of blood pouches, eyes wide.
“Look who we have here brother.”
Two figures appeared out of the shadows startling the two of them.
“Looks like someone was going shopping in our store.” How can someone’s voice sound so seductive and masochistic at the same time?
“Shit the Haitani twins.” Kazutora groaned and Takemichi ignored him, already pulling out his stake.
“Listen, we don't want any trouble. Let us leave and you won't see us again.”
“Oh looky here Ran, we got ourselves a little hunter. What are you doing taking those blood bags.” The other brother finally spoke.
“We need to get out of here, they are hunters of hunters. Known to torture them before eating them.” Kazutora whispered as he inched towards the door. In a quick movement Ran, the one with the braids, was standing in front of the door.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Kazutora said but Takemichi was preparing himself. He may be a partially trained slayer but he could still put up a fight.
“Wish this could be easier on me.” He mumbled to himself as he charged at Rindou.
They fought for a little bit, Kazutora dropping the bag of blood and changing forms to keep Ran away.
Your wish is my command.
Was that in Takemichi’s head, it didn’t matter he had to focus on his fight. He finally got the upper hand and was able to stab Rindou but it was just right above his heart. Shit Takemichi missed.
Didn’t matter though this stake was imbued in holy water. Something Takemichi has taken to doing when given the chance. Chifuyu gave him the idea, he said that the book just fell into his hands. A blessing really.
Rindou yelled in pain and backed up quickly. Hearing his sibling in pain, Ran flung Kazutora away from him and was at Rindou’s side in a millisecond. He looked his brother over, tugging the stake out of his chest and then howling at the holy water burning his hand. Ran then picked his brother up and threw him over his shoulder.
“I’ll make you pay for this.” He said before running out.
Tiger Tora limped back over to Takemichi who slowly slipped to the ground. Kazutora’s head pushed into his chest.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m alright let’s just get the blood and go.”
They grab the blood and head out to see Baji hung upside down and wrapped up. That explained how they got past their friend. They worked to get him down, then ran to the car and had Chifuyu floor it. They ended up at D&D motors. Falling into the break room from the back door to see a lavender haired man sitting next to Draken.
Takemichi observed the man and his clothes, although fashionable seemed…dated. He had two large earrings with crosses that hung from both ear lobes. His eyes were droopy and he slowly smiled at Takemichi.
“Great, you all made it.”