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The night enveloped us in its deep, velvety hues, the sky was a canvas adorned with countless stars, twinkling and shimmering that seemed to mirror our excitement. It was nearly the third of August, and the three of us had just completed our Yukata shopping expedition.
As we stepped out of the store, the air carried a gentle breeze, carrying with it the faint scent of summer flowers. The streets were adorned with colorful lanterns, casting a soft, warm glow that added to the atmosphere. The sound of laughter and chatter filled the air, as people strolled by in their own Yukatas, creating a vibrant tapestry of tradition and celebration.
With our newly acquired Yukatas in hand, we couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the upcoming festivities. The fabric of our Yukatas felt smooth and cool against our skin, promising comfort throughout the night of the festival. As we made our way through the lively streets, we couldn't help but smile, knowing that we were ready to immerse ourselves in the beauty and joy of the summer festival in the next couple of days.
"So, {Y/n}?" Hina drags out.
"Yeah?"
"Does that mean you're going to come to the festival," Hina says with a smile plastered on her delicate features.
"If I manage to get a date before the third then I shall go," I reply, "If not, then I will stay at home."
Whenever my friends suggest going out late at night, the chances of finding me at home are slim to none. Instead, I find myself indulging in a late-night feast, consuming the lives of unsuspecting individuals across the nation. The news reports have been alarming, with the number of missing person cases steadily rising, all due to my actions.
As I watch the news, a sense of satisfaction washes over me. The authorities have admitted to being baffled, unable to find any leads that could potentially lead them to me. However, despite my success thus far, a lingering unease tugs at the back of my mind.
I can't help but wonder when the day will come when they finally catch up to me. Will it be a slip-up on my part, a tiny mistake that unravels my carefully constructed facade? Or will it be the relentless pursuit of a determined investigator, slowly closing in on my trail?
"{Y/n}!" Emma whispers into my ear and I turn to her to whisper back, "Emma!?"
Emma leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper, as she instructs me to discreetly look to my left. Following her guidance, I shift my gaze subtly, trying not to draw attention. There, amidst the crowd, I spot a man with striking white hair, his eyes fixed on me. A sense of curiosity and intrigue fills the air as I wonder why he is observing me.
Hina, unable to contain her curiosity, lets out a playful whine, eager to know what Emma is whispering about. Emma decides to move behind me, positioning herself by Hina's side. With a mischievous smile, she shares the secret with Hina, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles. The infectious laughter spreads, creating a lighthearted atmosphere amidst the bustling surroundings.
"Oh my goodness you two," I say with a roll of my eyes with a smile, "Be quiet!"
"You think he's hot, {Y/n}?" Emma smirks as she bumps my shoulder.
Amidst the laughter, I can't help but join in, my giggles escaping playfully. "Well, obviously," I respond, my voice filled with amusement. The shared moment of lightheartedness strengthens the bond between us, creating a sense of camaraderie.
As the laughter subsides, Hina playfully walks over to the other side of me, her movements graceful and gentle. With a playful nudge of her elbow, she affectionately nudges me. "Go talk to him," Hina says.
"What- No I can't do that!" I exclaim, but not too loud.
In a playful and unexpected move, Emma intertwines her arm with mine, creating a firm and affectionate lock. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she pulls me closer to her, her intention clear in her words. "You could make Mikey jealous," she whispers, her voice filled with a playful tone.
As Emma's arm wraps around mine, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of teasing Mikey, knowing that our playful antics might ignite a spark of jealousy within him.
"I'm not going to do that-"
My phone starts to ring making me wonder who it is but I already have a relative idea of who is calling me. Since I abruptly stopped Emma and Hina were a few feet away from me with confused looks, obviously wondering who the caller was. "You two continue walking. I'll catch up!"
"You sure?" Hina asks and I nod in response and I see a blush spread across her cheeks along with Emma. Hina and Emma both hastily turn around and walk so slowly making me confused.
Just as I was about to open my phone, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught my attention. A tingling sensation runs down my spine, urging me to turn around. As I pivot on my heels, my eyes meet those of a tanned man standing behind me. His hair, a striking shade of snow white, contrasts beautifully with his sun-kissed complexion. But it is his eyes that captivate me the most - a mesmerizing pair of amethyst eyes.
Time seems to stand still as our gazes lock, an unspoken connection forming between us. In that moment, the world around us fades into the background, leaving only the two of us in this captivating encounter. His presence exudes an air of mystery and intrigue, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.
I find myself momentarily lost in the depths of his eyes, each hue of purple reflecting a myriad of emotions. There is a magnetic pull, an unspoken curiosity that lingers between us. It's as if the universe has conspired to bring us together, intertwining our paths in this unexpected encounter.
"Excuse me?" I say tilting my head to the side only slightly displaying my confusion. This is why Emma and Hina are walking so slowly, they want to hear what he is going to say. If I knew any better Emma was probably motioning for him to come talk to me.
"I just wanted to say that you are very beautiful, mahal." His voice is velvet-smooth and charismatic. My lips part at the nickname he has given me. Mahal? I have no knowledge of what that word means and thus it's probably a word for something in a different language.
"Mahal?" I reply confused, he gives me a mischievous smirk.
"Tagalog," He replies making me sigh in realisation.
"So, you're Filipino. I mean I could tell but I wasn't sure if you lived in Japan or not."
"Half Japanese, half Filo."
"I see. Did you need me for anything?" I ask, wanting to know why he had the need to comply with Emma's prying and come talk to me.
"I was wondering if you would like to come to the festival with me, that is if you don't already have a date? and your name?"
"Sure, you can call me {Y/n}, no need for last name formalities," I say almost breathlessly, "I don't have a date so I do not see why not."
"Lovely, I'll meet you there," He says, "I would like your number as well if you don't mind."
"Oh, of course. ***-****-****."
"Thank you," He replies typing it into his phone and he turns away as do I making me realize I didn't even ask for his name.
With a hopeful tone, I muster the courage to ask, "What's your name?" My voice carries a hint of anticipation, hoping that he can hear me amidst the surrounding sounds. As if in response to my inquiry, he turns around, his movements graceful and deliberate. The gentle breeze catches his attention, causing his hanafuda earrings to sway delicately.
His reply comes with a calm and confident demeanor, his voice resonating with a sense of self-assuredness. "Izana," he utters, his voice carrying a subtle depth that hints at a wealth of experiences and emotions. The way he pronounces his name holds a certain elegance as if each syllable is carefully chosen and spoken with purpose.
As my gaze remains fixated on him, I watch as he gradually fades from my sight, leaving a sense of longing in my heart. A sigh escapes me, a mental lamentation for the missed opportunity to inquire about his blood type. I realize that my fascination with him goes beyond mere curiosity; it borders on an insatiable hunger.
The thought of his blood type, though seemingly trivial to others, holds immense significance to me. It is a key that could unlock a deeper understanding of his essence, his vulnerabilities, and perhaps even his compatibility with my own existence. But regardless of his blood type, a dark desire stirs within me, whispering that I could consume him regardless.
In my mind, the notion of absorption transforms into something far more sinister. It becomes a primal urge to devour him, to revel in the taste of his flesh and the of his screams. It is a twisted desire, born from a hunger that cannot be sated by mere sustenance.
Yet, even as these dark thoughts consume my mind, I am aware of the line that separates fantasy from reality. And so, I am left with a bittersweet longing, a mixture of fascination and restraint. The memory of his presence lingers, a haunting reminder of the depths of my own desires and the delicate balance between darkness and light within me.
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sorry for robbing u of smut, It is next chapter