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

There was no response from the smaller man at first, no sign he had even heard the other speak. Shiki could feel Kaname's eyes on him and that made him shake just a little. So, he was not here of his own accord. Someone, probably Takuma had brought something up and that was why he had come down from whatever high place to speak to him. Shiki had no clue why, but he was angry suddenly and his hand tightened around the tie that he had wound on it. The smell of blood only would grow from that, which only in turn only fuel his hunger more. Why would Kaname even care anyway not like he ever had come to Shiki for anything other then telling him of events he would have to go to or to address some complaint made by the other Night Class members. He would have growled, but he knew it only would anger the other more to show such disrespect still his eyes became more red from all these thoughts spinning around in his head like a whirlwind with no aim or true flow. Suddenly though he was yanked from his thoughts by the other's next words. Kaname wanted to come in the room and talk? Senri shook at that both in fear and mild anger. The other was powerful enough to snap his neck before he even took a swing, letting him in the room would leave him in a more helpless state then any other time. More helpless then when he fought level Es, more helpless then when he was a child growing up. The anger was a re-action to the way the other was acting. Believing it was nothing more then an act the other had put on to try and look better or to fulfill his title as President. Kaname never showed concern once before even when Senri had been hurt by an E once Kaname had not said anything when he returned holding the wound. No, it had been Takuma who had treated the wound and made sure Shiki drank some of the Supplements. That was the biggest wound of all. Takuma acted more like family to Shiki then his own family did and that pissed him off. What had he ever done to Kuran-san to deserve such treatment. Was it because of Rido? Gods Shiki wished he could kill his father himself just to prove he was not the same man. Instead though all this time Takuma had been the one to act like an older brother, to take an interest in Shiki, to not let him be alone. Takuma had known right away when Rima broke up with Senri and tried to support him knowing the young vampire would feel overly sensitive and vulnerable, because of it. Still though Shiki knew better he knew that refusing Kaname anything was a pipe dream if not less so. Opening the door the rest of the way he said. Yes President. Moving back as if not to be close to the other he went to the bed and sat trying to hide the blood stain on the blankets. Senri visibly tensed the closer the other got. This was not like Hanabusa Aidio though who had been put in his place so often he should wisely fear the elder. No, this was like a scared animal who was in distress. Hell, he smelled of distress, clearly not only had the break up hurt him deeply, but it had started a storm of things that were normally kept in check. The break up had only been the crack to burst the damn and Shiki did not know how to handle any of it. Part of him now understood Zero's pains. The want to just drink human blood to feel a high, to forget, Shiki had never thought like this before and it made his gut twist to know those thoughts were there. At the same time though he could not sleep he did not trust himself or his dreams. So, all together this was the worst he had ever been in condition and he had no one to turn to, because Takuma while his friend was VP and did not needed the added stress of such things that probably would seem childish. He sat on the bed left knee brought up close to his chest the other leg folded under. Arms wrapped around his leg as if hugging himself his eyes still not meeting the other's for more then fleeting seconds when it could not be helped. He just sat and watched, waiting for the other to speak.