Thread: In the Scarlet Eyes of the Beholder (Tasinga Nightwolf x Viktoff Samson)

Kaname entered the smaller male's room and looked around briefly, taking in what he could of scents and items laying around the room to help him diagnose the issue here. If nobody was going to make his job easier by just telling him what's wrong, he'd have to figure it out and get to the bottom of it. Ignoring the others for two days was one thing, maybe he was just a bit bent out of shape. But, the vibes Shiki was letting off for Kaname to pick up as clearly as pages off books, they were disconcerting. A notion arose in Kaname's chest that he really didn't like. It was the possibility that Shiki had some sort of grievance with the Pureblood. A suggestion that wouldn't end without some sort of punishment for the lesser vampire. Kaname's eyes would narrow briefly as he stopped surveying the room to turn in Shiki's direction and look him over. If he wanted too, he could pin the smaller male down and get the information the good ol'fashioned way. It would beat playing guess who, or resorting to his powers to peel it out of him. Because, when push came to shove, Kaname bore no ill will for Shiki. It was simply unbecoming of a grieving or sad young man to blame others who were not responsible. Slowly, Kaname decided to reconsider the possibility that Shiki might be having father issues. Kaname never had such feelings himself, and he almost always imagined that Shiki was fine in those regards, but anything was possible now. Especially given the fact that something was definitely and clearly wrong, and Shiki's comparably vulnerable mouth had been zipped tightly this whole time. For a moment, Kaname felt a boiling sensation of pride. He wondered if the boy had lost all sight of who they where and what he'd do for him if the situations were reversed. The atrocities that Rido visited on him, that he never disadvantaged Shiki for. No mortal man could do such a thing. Kaname doubted the impure vampires could possibly say the same as well. He has known loss in a way that Shiki could only dream of the magnitude and will never experience in his barely longer than a human's lifespan. To these thoughts, Kaname let his tongue slip between his teeth for a painful little nibble as he glanced away. Pride was empty, foolish. Kaname has long since outgrown the need for emotional outbursts. As his tongue healed to perfection, like always, Kaname returned his look to the poor-state of Senri Shiki. I'm not going to give you the opportunity to hide from me. He spoke darkly, a bit of his true self peeking through as he narrowed his eyes further and creased his brow. Raising his left hand just a bit, Kaname used his telekinesis to force the door to remain shut no matter who may try to enter or leave. Wallowing won't solve anything and I've no time for games. You will answer me. He coldly continued. The unpleasantness, even for a second, was far too much. He'll use his control over Shiki as a non-pureblood vampire, to force the truth out of him so that he can finally help his socially inept friend. Maybe this wasn't what Yuki would do. Maybe this wasn't the morally correct decision. But, sometimes, when the need is great and the power is there, Kaname let's himself indulge a little. Life is too long. Tell me why you are acting strangely. Spill it now, don't spare a word.