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Takemichi didn’t always go to bars. For one he couldn’t order anything, as he was almost but not quite the legal age, and the other he was a bit of a homebody. Traveling from city to city to town and just running didn’t quite fit with a homebody right? When he did put down tiny roots he would stay inside the four wall box until it was time to move to the next place. But whenever he was feeling just that low and just that upset with the world. When he willingly pulls out a key and takes the tip of it to an extravagant car. He finds the dingiest of bars, the ones that don’t check IDs and will leave him alone at the bar to drown in his sorrows.
Takemichi found one such bar but it was a little different from the normal dingy bars the was used to. He was also pretty sure the guard at the front sniffed him and they didn’t even take the cover fees. Just pushed him and the others that were behind him in line into the bar. They were given free drinks but Takemichi only accepted one glass of whiskey. He just wanted to sit somewhere in the dark and nurse it. Plus alcohol didn’t really affect him the way it did others. He would have to drink a lot to even feel a bit Tipsy; never understood why. All of this should’ve been fishy to him but emotions can truly cloud your judgement.
There was a man at the other end of the bar that caught Takemichi’s eyes. He had a healed burn mark on his face and light hair that flipped out towards the ends. He was dressed in pink and his high quality heels clicked on the metal stool. This man was the type of extravagant that Takemichi wished he could be. It made him sink deeper into his glass of Whiskey.
Takemichi felt a prickle in the back of his head however. This stinging sensation always preludes to a dangerous situation. Takemichi moved to stand up from his stool holding on to the glass of whiskey and downing the rest. He looked around the room to see one of the big guards from outside come in and lock the door.
Fuck. Takemichi gripped the glass tightly and was having extreme flashbacks to a similar situation in middle school.
“Well then?” A person draped in black made his way into the middle of the room. “Let’s have some fun shall we.”
Then his face contorted into one of a monster. Brows scrunched up and large fangs dropped from what were once perfectly normal human teeth. This isn’t the first nor will it be the last time Takemichi came across one of these creatures. He does his best to avoid and to hide, he thought this town would be safe; it seems nowhere is really safe.
Takemichi gulped the only reason he was still alive was his ability to escape. He glanced around the room for any known exits and wasn’t finding them. Looking back at the man who was still just sitting at the boot nonchalantly ignoring the man in the middle of the room. Not reacting at all to the screaming from others in the room.
He finished his cocktail and stood up his heels making a soft clicking sound as he made his way into the middle of the room. Everyone was entranced, even Takemichi who was still planning his escape route.
“You’re really fucking annoying.” The man said then flicked his wrist. Very quickly, but Takemichi’s sharp eyes caught it. A wooden stake was buried in the chest of the creature and it dissolved in dust.
Oh. That’s how you defeated them. Takemichi wasn’t sure what in him already knew that. Either way that was like the starting call and all the creatures in the room descended on everyone else in the room. One aimed for Takemichi, so he took his whiskey glass and threw it at him. Hit the creature so hard it fell back. Takemichi looked for another weapon.
The stool he was sitting on was wood. Maybe if he just hit them with it they would disappear like the others. He picked up the stool and smashed it over another creature's head. They went down but didn’t disappear, instead they looked irritated with Takemichi. The stool splintered over the creature's head however. Takemichi picked up one of the legs and following his instincts he stabbed the creature in the chest.
“Pop goes the weasel.” *He muttered to himself as the creature dissolved in front of him.
He was on autopilot now and making his way through the crowd clumsily staking what creatures he could find. Those survival instincts were kicking in. Takemichi soon found himself back to back with the beautiful man. Both of them finished off the rest of the creatures. Whatever humans were left screamed, flailed, and ran out of the bar.
Takemichi took large deep breaths and dropped the wooden leg. His hand was shaking and he couldn’t tell if it was from fear or adrenaline. Dropping down into a squat he his hands went to grip his hair, the fuck jus thappened to him.
“Are you a hunter as well?” The man asked him as he slipped the stake up his sleeve.
“A what?” Takemichi asked, his knees quaking..
The man gave him a questioning look.
“If you aren’t a hunter how did you do all of this?” The man waved at the piles of dust that littered the bar.
“To be fair you did half of it.” Takemichi muttered, rubbing his yellow duckling hair. “I don’t know instinct or something. Just didn’t want to die, I guess.”
The man crossed his arms and it was like he was staring into Takemichi’s soul. The man’s arm snapped out to pull Takemichi up, grabbing his arm and pushing his sleeve up to show his birthmark. He says birthmark but it wasn’t there until he was around nine or ten. Showed up one day in a constellation of swirling freckles that made an ‘S’ shape.
“You’re coming with me.” The man’s voice was as hard as steel.
Just like that, Takemichi's life as the slayer began.