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❝ Master, is your love, perchance... for me? ❞ 〔Terukane〕

〔 𝗚𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗖𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗔𝗨 | 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻!𝗔𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗲 × 𝗛𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 (?) 𝗧𝗲𝗿𝘂 〕

＞ 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 (?) 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘶, 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳/𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

― 𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: Akane was left in the dirt on Teru's command to help carve a path to start getting close to the fabled Hotel that stole his brother from him. But Akane - a demon summoned to do Teru's bidding - was starving from Teru's lack of planning, and it's time for his side of the payment...

ー　𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫:

- Demon Akane (Ghost Hotel style).

- Human (?) Teru (Ghost Hotel Style).

- Teru is "dozens of years old" like in Ghost Hotel, hence the (?) next to the Human tag.

- Ghost Hotel lore says Teru found the Hotel by himself: don't worry, I'm not reconning this! This is just pre-Ghost Hotel canon, he will eventually find his way there.

- Blood, blood drinking, injuries, and emotional attachment to your boss/servant.

- Tiara being a gremlin, but still baby!

°:. *₊ ° . ☆ 　 °:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ ° . ☆ 　 °:. *

☆ﾐ It's been years since they've started this deal, and it's been years since he's been properly fed when not within the confines of the Hotel.

He needed something to eat, or else he might eat someone randomly and send the staff into a frenzy. But, he had to stay calm and wait per the rules. He knew he could hold out for far longer than this―he has before, and it won't be the last―and simply ignored the mansion's staff as he walked through the mansion's barriers with the permission of a Blessed Key…

Akane looked up at the residents of his master, taking it in once again after dozens of years doing so again and again.

The old European mansion was a very pale sandstone construct near the city's edge that was larger than a few of the nobles own vacation homes, rivaling that of maybe even their main homes. It consists of three sections of gardens with three different fields of magic to practice and protect the family indoors.

The gate wrapped around it all was a tall, black, and triad shaped speared fence far too tall for any natural living being on Earth to climb. The first garden had high walls of bluegrass and yellow rose bushes that smelled sweet to visitors and animals, but ghosts are simply repelled by the scent and usually turn away. Ghosts who are persistent and want to invade the home have to get through the first barrier of magic, and face the garden of plants and vegetables the Minamoto's grew for themselves. By far the largest garden, and all plants changing with the seasons; the plants were all dangerous to spirits of any kind. All plants have living vines with different effects and some that even are needlessly aggressive, if they are a year-round plant. The final garden was a sand garden with water ponds all around, with water lilies and lotus heads all around. This is generally where demons think they can relax, as humans usually only exist here during the day for training…

But it's indoors that they should worry about: but Akane is in a foul enough mood to not care to explain or even think of it any further. Without even using the accursed key that showed his "trustworthiness", he simply forced the door open with a gust of wind so it did not impede his path indoors.

The rain that followed him indoors and the gust of wind blew out many of the candles and uncapped lanterns on the Japanese streamer and paper styled chandelier. Because he did not want a scolding from the manors head―should a maid or butler even care enough to complain about him in the morning to his master―he had an ethereal hand shut it tight, locking it.

The water upon his visage of a normal human dries in but a second, a blink of an eye… as his body was not normal and was not fully Earthly, no matter how hard he tried. Right now, he could feel the skin on his cheek start to crack like glass and a shard of disguise was sent flying. He could feel the dark red and purple smoke that was pouring from the soles of his shoes, start to pour from the shatter right below his eyes. He didn't let out a peep as it worsened before he even got to the stairs to the upper floors, where a large shatter appeared along his arm―over his clothes as well, which were summoned and woven with his demonic power.

Well, this was progressing far too fast for his liking. And it was an abnormal sight, he's sure…

And yet: the maid who rushed to the front door to clean up his mess, didn't bat an eye at him or his unearthly features he could not control right now.

As he walked into the now darkened foyer he raised his oil-burning lantern to light his way purely ceremoniously, as he did not need earthly light to see where he was going. That, and he wanted his face to be visible just in case of a rambunctious trainee running the halls. He didn't want one of the human exorcists who could barely hold funeral rites to get any funny ideas of attacking him as he walks, thinking he was prey. He might just make them prey in such a situation.

His heels squeak and squeal across the linoleum floor as he finally takes steps up the stairs, where a dark blue carpet meets his shoes and silences his steps.

And up he went, to confront his master and the only person who can take off his ban…

Upon reaching the second floor, Akane could spy it was as dead as a doornail and only every other light upon the wall was burning. Skipping this entire floor and continuing onto the final and largest floor, he noticed the lights were down low but it was the busiest of all the floors…

Maids and butlers without shoes were gliding in and out of the darkest parts of the hallways and doors, to make as little to no noise as possible. To a demonic being, it does little to truly hide them, but they were doing all this so elegantly and effectively. The only room on this wing has its light off, so the help can't be for his master…

It became clear who the servants quietly coming and going were for once two handmaid's were rushing downstairs with one maid holding a cloth to her co-worker's bleeding hand, hushing her as they disappeared on the second floor.

Ah. So Tiara was playing rough before bed again.

Akane continued to walk the halls of master bedrooms with a lantern within his gloved hands, and he's sure the remaining staff running about were assisting the young Lady Tiara to finally rest. A butler taking away a box of toys, a maid with a plate of milk and honey, a butler with new sheets and blankets. It was to be expected every night the young girl's eldest brother goes to be without seeing her. Tiara was the youngest Minamoto and was always the feistiest when it came to sleeping, because poor handmaids have come out with bite marks and soft clawed wounds upon their hands. Ever since her direct older brother―Minamoto Kou―had disappeared, she cried often when not able to hear of her only remaining family member at home…

And said brother, was in his room, quiet as a mouse. Akane had not been able to see what Teru had done all day, as the young lord of the family had split off from him all day and left Akane to… trudge in the dirt and foliage all day. That's actually where Akane was coming from now, as he had left his tracking and path clearing for a later date upon the rain coming down on him.

Once he got past Tiara's hallway and walked into a section with no lights, he passed the old hallway that would have belonged to Minamoto Kou should he have been here today. Akane stopped in his tracks for a second, before casting a glance at the door that should be Kou's room. The disturbance of dust, the smell of burnt parchment, and a scent of grief (akin to the smell of petrichor to humans) wafting from the unused and locked room…

Akane doesn't approach the room's giant dark brown door, but smirks to himself as he finally gets what Teru had made him split off from him for…

And he continues on to the final hallway that leads to Minamoto Teru, the tragic man he called a master. The hallway was dark, just like Kou's, but the carpet and furniture in the hallway was dusted and kept neat. The door was identical as well to all his siblings doors, but Teru had installed a glass lens to his so he may peek at whoever comes knocking at his door.

Almost as comedic timing would allow, he could feel the splintering skin of his already cracking arm shatter further and actually mutilate the image of his hand. He looked, in an honest bit of shock, as his true form's hand peaks through the smoke he's producing―and he can feel what was left of his mortal-aligned sanity start to slip. He was starving, but he wasn't beyond his senses enough to want to take anything Teru might throw at him such as a dead rat or raging pigeon.

(... Yes, the bastard was cruel enough to have done it before to Akane, but thankfully never when he was starving. Especially like he is now.)

Akane was getting his deal of payment, one way or another. He wasn't about to become feral enough to actually eat a pigeon, thank you…

So he slipped inside the door without knocking, and phased through the cracks in a billow of smoke and ashes until he had completely rebuilt himself―and his lantern―inside Teru's room. Said room was a spacious, yet traditional room with personal amenities and sentimentals behind a classic and captivating folding door with paper screens. The more business side of the room, on this side of the paper screen, held the bed and twin workshops for Teru's paperwork and sword collection, respectively. The giant window above his bed was unfastened and unlatched, open just enough to get a small current of fresh air into the room. Sitting on his pillows―where his head should be if he were resting, which he seems to be far from―was Teru, on his knees in his nightgown and thin nightly trousers. Teru was very much awake, and gazing upon the main entrance of the residents and the rolling hills it overlooked. Akane could not see his eyes from his position, so he could not guess why the young lord was still awake.

The gentleness of the moon and pattering of rain gave the demon pause, but only for a brief moment. Akane had never been on the best of terms with his master, and he was sure the situation must have been dire for such a young man to have called upon a spirit like him, but the cruelty shared between the two was mutual and… strangely, cathartic. Akane had been a soul of both worlds, once upon a time, so having the chance to feed and "live" amongst the humans was tantalizing after being stuck in an abyss of time and space straining to stay together. Until he was given an ultimatum from his soon-to-be master, who was barely age fourteen when they met. An ultimatum that would lead to nights like this…

"... Master." Akane greeted with a small bow that didn't even untuck his hair from behind his ear. "It's far too late for one such as yourself to stay awake past midnight."

Teru didn't exactly acknowledge anything he said until the final words, and genuinely laid his head down in exhaustion against the windowsill. "Midnight already. And still no luck finding anything…" The young man, years older than when they first met, still huffs like a child as his day of searching goes up in smoke.

"Yes. But I carved a path for the expedition members of that guild you hired to help you track your missing brother, and have made sure that a basic gravel pathway was made. At least, on the terrain that wasn't a deathly drop or steep incline." Akane informs, and sets his oil-lamp on Teru's desk to finally snuff out its flame. "If they get lost like the last bunch, I say drop hiring expedition members and…"

"'Set you free, so you may lead me like a guest into the hotels foyer.'" Teru quotes him from a previous conversation, and not at all pleased that Akane has brought up the issue again. "You know I won't do that, I cannot do that. I need you on my side, Akane, and I will not walk into that accursed hotel alone."

Akane could tell the same issue was going to come of this scolding if he allowed it to continue. Teru may have learned to hide his feelings from all but the small family he actually held dear, but one of those small bubbles of sanity for him was missing, and Akane knew Teru would latch onto any means for that success in finding him. Even me, Akane knew.

Akane sighed, and walked towards the young exorcist of the Minamoto clan, and took him by the shoulders to try and pry him from the freezing wind and rain. "Master, please, it's time to rest and we'll start again in the morning. Burning the candle on both ends will get us nowhere in your goal…"

"Get me nowhere." Teru seemed to like correcting him there. Teru allows Akane to drag him backwards to sit on his bed regularly, and as Akane went to fasten the window shut, "Oh, you look positively awful, demon. Did I forget to feed you?"

There it was. Deflecting any care and concern, especially for a being like Akane, doing so with a joyful yet sinful tongue of silver. Akane could feel his eye twitch at Teru taking a tone he would to a cute puppy he neglected for a short while: when in truth he's been exuding constant energy for little under a month with little sustainable food sources under Teru's ultimatum. The demon takes his contractee by his nightgown collar and does get a bit rough with Teru, yanking him forward to hiss in his ears as Akane feels his lips crack under pressure.

"𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩, 𝙄 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨," Akane breathes hot air into the other's ear as he keeps his voice low, just between master and servant. "𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨. 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣…"

Akane hasn't felt the sensation of partaking in fresh, warm blood in two weeks of hard work, or even a lesser form of feeding him like offering a soul. Akane wasn't the type of demon that relied purely on the souls of humans or other apparitions for longevity, he was human at one time and he was built differently than the two demons he shares a circle with… he could sustain himself off of raw meat each day and be just fine, but blood was his main form of food. Good blood could, and has, kept Akane strong for months on end (but that much usually puts humans in the coma range, and exorcists don't take that risk nor like the idea). Teru's blood was strange to begin with, as anyone in his whole family that can summon lightning technically has a purifying effect on their blood in some way. In layman's terms: the blood was far more pleasing to consume, but could cause issues if magic is used when giving blood to Akane (he's been shocked in the mouth before, and it wasn't fun to have his disguise writhe in pain like that). Teru also called the way he sustains himself "archaic", even though Akane thought it was quite unique nowadays…

But even after all of that and taking things into consideration, Teru's blood was all he was allowed to consume without Teru's express permission. His first rule for Akane before making more rules was ultimately just an ultimatum: you drink my blood to stay healthy, and never hurt anyone unless I say so; or I'll send you to Hell all over again !

"... 𝙎𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, I'm falling apart at the seams here!" Akane let it out gruffly, almost like it was hard to say (and it was, it is pride bruising). "Master, please!"

… Truly, a sadist fourteen year old, Teru had been. Thinking master was anything more the humiliating for Akane to address him as. The kid had laughed joyously after he had uttered it the first time.

Nowadays, Teru just hears the title and barely cracks his mask as they are in close proximity to each other daily.

While physically manhandling his master, Teru was not bothered in the slightest at the misconduct Akane was showing to him. Unlike the years before, Teru had given him leniency for some odd reason. He was allowed to touch him without a need to straighten up his clothes―and if anything― Akane's sure he's hurt Teru before during missions, or just trying to feed from him after Teru's teased him before.

Never enough to leave more than bruises: he was far too good at his job already to get sent to Hell so early.

Suddenly: a sharp pain. A large splinter tears through both his legs after that thought ends, and the smoke surrounding him starts to lap and weave across the ceiling as if feeling curiously around.

Teru stared at him with those iced over eyes, and his small smirk of having gotten something he found pleasing. Teru didn't push him away as he spoke to Akane's plea for benevolence, "... Pitiful. But we are in an agreement, and I am truly grateful for all the work you've done for my goals all these years, Akane…"

Akane's hands were brushed off gently, the demon's hands unknowingly shaking despite his attempts to appear frustrated at his master's antics and blatant sadism. The brunette flexed his hands to stop their trembling as he watched Teru begin…

… to unfasten his nightgown's high collar buttons.

Akane froze at the sight of rosy, sun-kissed pink skin appearing before his eyes as the nightgown collar drops. It's nothing revealing, and nothing he hasn't seen while helping Teru change in the past, but the blonde never allowed for such a vital area to ever come into their agreement. It was always either a cut finger, drinking from Teru's wrist, or just using whatever wound was available if it wasn't awkward. Never had Teru…

"... Well? You're starving, aren't you?" Teru speaks as he leans back like he had no care in the world, the position was barely sustainable if Akane tried drinking from his neck… "I will admit I've been a neglectful Master, and will pay you extra… just this once."

"But, Teru…" A small crack was heard from his lips, but nothing major happened past that. "I might not stop if you allow me to partake from…"

"But you will. I know you will." Teru's voice was very matter-of-fact, stern. But it wasn't unkind, like when he called him pitiful or babied him like a puppy. "I wouldn't offer my throat to anyone, Akane. You know me better than anyone else here… eat."

Akane didn't know how to handle the sudden wave of cold that flashed across his body at the order of his Master. His Master's command was absolute (and not like he was complaining at this point) in their contract. Akane knew how he must look to Teru, approaching the young lord as he dropped his human-like traits to let go for feasting. He's been told by Teru before, who had been in a fit of laughter at how he looked: "Like a dog to my vein, you narrowed it down! At least your sense for canines isn't horrible, I barely felt the prick. But you looked like a doe-eyed creature, Akane! Like I was a fresh piece of meat! How grotesque."

Akane had been a bit stung at the comments before, as he had an aesthetic and a human nature to fall back upon he knows well. He can still empathize with humans, no matter how long it's been. But centuries or longer as a demon really gets to you, and wears your familiar old self down…

At least this way―with Akane out of Teru's vision, able to hide his eyes and teeth―Akane also didn't have to see those teasing eyes and the wince of pain as he drew blood and soul-energy through the insertion site on Teru's neck. It made it far too intimate for him to draw too much, or go too far.

Akane―against the blonde's rule of stepping over his boundaries as a servant and joining him directly in his bed―put one boot on the frame, and put one knee into the plush mattress to stabilize him against Teru's leaning back form. He can feel his mouth widening as his teeth fill in past his disguise, and he uses his hands to hold Teru by his shoulders…

… Until he located the vein pumping the loudest near the surface of his skin, and he sank his teeth in with barely a turn of the head. Unlike a vampire, this would not turn nor feel pleasant for the recipient of his bite. The groan of pain from Teru was quite evident in his ringing ears, and his technique was far sloppier than usual. There was no pleasant suction aided by his fangs, and the demon could only rely on flexing his jaw to reopen and stretch the wound repeatedly: effectively stopping Teru's blood from clotting around his teeth.

Teru groaned further in discomfort, and was still for an exceptional long amount of his drinking time. But eventually, Teru began to panic…

The Minamoto's blood was as fresh as he liked it, and the soul strong as any noble clan such as his. But the soul was injured: missing a piece nearest to it that was reaching for familiarity, reaching out for something like a lost child in a crowded street. Akane would not dare begin to leech from the soul's inner core as his senses began to come back to him, and his tongue became less dry all around in his mouth. But being so close to the human soul can cause great distress in human targets: it was only a defensive instinct from humans…

He starts to incorporate his tongue to heal the bottom wounds, when utter distress and brief flashes of scents he's never smelt and food he can't recall at all fills his senses.

"Stop! Stop, Akane! Please… !" Teru's voice was strained, and the distress he could hear in the blonde's voice made it evident where the fear taste across his tongue came from. "Get off, get off me!"

Even before his body would naturally respond to his Master's command, he backed away without needing to hear the beginning of his Master's plea of release. He's sure he looks like an animal: eyes slitted and watching his Master with heightened sight, the moon giving his healed and shatter-free visage an ethereal glow. Blood around his mouth, messily even.

But Akane could only guess how he looked, for his Master's state was far more of a concern to him.

(... Him? Concerned? For Minamoto Teru… ?)

The bite mark he had left was nothing short of what you could expect from an animal: and nothing like the vampires have mastered. Akane had latched his lower and upper jaw into two separate places at the joined area of Teru's collarbone and neck. It was as if he had tried taking a chunk from his skin, with how he had stretched the wound inwards in a chewing fashion. The flesh was red around it and other teeth marks would eventually show: but the blood was a tad bit concerning. The nightgown had an almost horror-fiction drip affect upon it by a color nobody can mistake for anything but blood! It was three thin lines (probably where Akane first broke skin, and perhaps made a gusher wound) and nothing Akane hasn't restored before… but Teru seemed out of it.

The clan head was shaking in his arms alone but strangely still elsewhere, and he was paler than his usual self (matching up with blood loss symptoms) in the moonlight and cascading rain. Teru wasn't preparing to runn from him, or even de-summoning him and sending Akane away: he was simply lying upon his back and gasping for air as he stared off at the ceiling.

A panic attack? It seems likely, with how much soul energy Akane had stolen from him along with his life-blood. Those sensations he had taken were even memories in lesser forms, taking the lesser strain of smell and taste. Teru had panicked and shuddered away from him the second his memories started to leak: and ultimately changing the chemicals in the body to represent fear as he experienced it. Teru perhaps thought the brunette was trying to break into his memories and his past, but that was absurd, was it not? Surely... because Teru had said he trusted Akane to stop, and he had upon request.

Akane reached a hand into his breast pocket, and pulled out a fair and pale handkerchief he knew would absorb the blood with ease (as it was woven with his magic). But, with the potential state of his Master's psyche, he dared not touch the clan head without permission… he didn't want to be shocked after gaining back his senses, after all…

As Akane straightens up his stance and takes himself off the bed per his master's rules, he wraps the handkerchief around his gloved hands and gently dabbed it against his tongue to get it wet. "Master, I need to clean the wounds. You look like you've been mauled by a dog. I'll also get you a change of clothes to rest in…" Akane slips back into work mode, and Teru's breath catches and he flinches. "If you cannot allow yourself to let me touch you: I can have another senior butler come and clean―"

"No. Don't call anyone else…"

It was said so sternly, yet passionately. It was emotional, it had a voice crack as well following its declaration. Teru's face went from emotional numb and exhausted to commanding and broken in one sentence. Strange. Teru's voice must be gone and shot from yelling in panic earlier, but it seemed no worse for wear as he continued now.

"... I don't want anyone else's help. Only yours."

The declaration was obviously sentimental, and Teru was effectively pouring out his heart in a very post-bite sentiment of closeness. It was common, yes, but only amongst vampires to truly get this level of attachment to their victim and partners through charm and pleasant feasting tactics. Not to mention their numbing agent in their fangs they inject can make it barrable: but Akane can only maul and chew with no relief to Teru's senses because of his being. That, and vampires have a natural "charm" that Akane severely lacks (said by Teru himself, and once backed up by Tiara in the past: which hurt far worse then it should have).

Teru's fuzzy eyes during his pleading were far from "out of it" as Akane had seen him so far. He was watching the demon with eye's trained straight in his own, showing no fear to the demon he had just starved and fed. The demon who could have mauled him to pieces if Teru wasn't careful with or trusted dearly. There are stories of betrayal in contracts often, so Teru must have known the potential danger...

And Teru let out a small noise that almost sounded pained, or at least reluctant to come out. "And... And don't compare yourself to..."

Any normal person might not have heard what Teru had said, but Akane was an apparition of the highest caliber that could catch even the quietest of insects passing by. Akane thought on the trail off of Teru's statement for a moment, compare himself to... ?

Akane quizzes him, "A dog?"

"Yes." Teru said and nodded his head gently as well in confirmation. "I... won't be calling you that either, I won't do it again. Apologies... Akane."

It was… emotional. Open. Akane felt something in his chest lighten, and his anxiety for the well-being of his Master started to blossom and skyrocket in his being. He gently started to dab and swipe the blood away with the cloth as Teru smirked after a few lazy seconds of him watching Akane work.

Teru started with a quiet chuckle. "Huh, haha... I didn't expect you to be such a charmer, I would have picked another demon if you weren't so cute…" Teru slurred lightly, his throat still out of whack.

And Akane paused on a swipe upwards to get the last bit of dried blood across the collarbone of his Master, as he stared into Teru's eye's so suddenly and intensely.

Seeing Akane look from his wound and into his eyes so suddenly, the young Minamoto clan leader was startled in his skin. Seemingly forgetting about his lineage and self-defense training, he let Akane take his chin in his hand and move Teru to look into his eyes (that he is 100% sure are now the big, brown eyes of his human disguise).

Looking into a human's eyes can heed many results for a demon of his stature, but never the one he seems to be in a contract with. They always get a free pass and only with permission can they read their souls through their eyes: their emotions always come out far easier, anyways. As he watched his master's eyes and drew in closer to try and read what that emotion had meant…

("Ah ... ! Akane… ? Akane…! Your getting a l-little too close, Akane !")

… Akane saw a sheen of pink and violet roll over Teru's crystal blue eyes, and it startled Akane back enough that he had time to think before anything else.

That meant… when Teru called him "cute"...

Oh…

… Ohhhhh.

He had simply wanted to know if his Master was emotionally manipulated or bleeding from the soul because of his lackluster, savage drinking tactic earlier. (Any he's so in shock that he's forgetting to look at his Master's whole face, with how beat red and startled it is at his brazen hold on Teru's face so close to his own.)

"Master…?" The demon asks, low and steady as he broaches the idea to ask about what had changed in his young lord's heart about him…

The young lord was startled into answering. "Y-yes… ?"

Akane didn't know how to phrase it, but what had come out was: "What is… love. To you, I mean… Could you feel it for me?"

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