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The scent of blood in the air was palpable, with the glow of the moon shining through the shoji onto a gruesome sight of a puddle of blood. The further he stepped, he stumbled upon a murdered naked couple, clearly having a… intimate… time right before their demise.
The sound of grinding teeth and gnawing flesh was reverberating off the walls.
“Isn’t it fun Aizetsu?” Urogi.
“Nothing is fun about it... It makes me sad.”
Urogi fluttered his wings, taking a big chomp out of the human flesh they had just massacred, licking his lips, blood dripping down his chin.
His sorrowful counterpart watched his fellow clone devour the forearm, letting blood smear all over his cheeks.
“I pity how messy you are.”
Urogi locked his jaws, cheeks dusting pink. He covered his mouth with his wing to hide his disgusting manners.
“Aizetsuuuu why are you so mopey!”
Aizetsu let his hand down to his side, letting his yari follow, blood dripping off the blade.
“Aren’t I always like this?”
Urogi frowned, frustrated.
“I mean… Yeah, but this time you're… more mopey than usual!”
Aizetsu looked at Urogi, his giant blue irises glistening in the moonlight shining through the window.
“How so?” His voice deep and calm.
Urogi looked back at him, mouth slightly agape. His wings drooped, feathers brushing against the hard wood floor.
“You aren’t even going to eat?”
Aizetsu looked back at the bloodied scene and back out the window.
“…I’m not hungry.”
Urogi got up, getting close to Aizetsu.
“Come on… eat.”
“Urogi-”
“Want me to regurgitate for you?”
Aizetsu’s expression changed dramatically, a look of pure disbelief in his eyes.
“Oh come on~ I know you love my leftovers.”
Urogi was so close. His grip loosened on his yari, palms sweating.
“I love how your cheeks turn blue when you’re embarrassed, ‘Zetsu ♡.”
He immediately covered his blushing expression with the back of his palm.
“S-stop messing around.”
“Aww~ you’re stuttering. Did I really have that much of an effect on you?”
Urogi turned around, talons tapping against the wood floor, smiling back at the mess he created.
“Ya’ know… I’m curious.”
Aizetsu took a look at the position in which the bodies lay. The woman, over top the man, saddled over his hips, head and arm missing, blood splattered around them.
“This position…”
Aizetsu glanced up at his counterpart.
“Hm…” a large grin outstretched across his face before he straightened up, an idea popping in his head.
“Wanna go for a fly?”
He lit up, his wings fluffing up as he avoided the entire conversation he had just sprung up. Aizetsu was a calm individual, and he knew not all of Urogi’s… lights were on, so he didn’t even want to go back to it.
“We should really get back to Sekido and Karaku. The demon hunters are crawling around like ants. It’s pathetic.”
Urogi pouted, his feathers
“I don’t want toooo..! They are probably wanting some alone time anyways!” He slouched.
Aizetsu turned, continuing out to the front sliding door, ignoring his fellow clone’s childish pouts.
Urogi perked up, feathers puffing out in excitement. He snickered, wiggling his rear, before playfully pouncing on Aizetsu from behind, wrapping his scaly arms tightly around his waist, causing them both to tumble out the front doors. Urogi grinned, wrestling him to the ground.
“Gotchu!” He chirped.
Aizetsu's eyes widened, huge irises glittering with surprise. Urogi noticed the adorable expression and blinked. Black hair fanned out beneath him, and his round, ocean-blue eyes glistened, reflecting the moonlight. He saw a reflection of himself—a contrast of yellow and blue.
Urogi's thighs rested against Aizetsu's hips, pressing against his lap. He could feel Aizetsu squirming beneath him.
“What are you doing, Urogi?”
His eyes trailed down Aizetsu's body, noting the rise and fall of his chest from his noticeable ragged breaths. The way his uraeri opened more, exposing his cleavage.
Is he..?
He felt that dark mischief cloud his mind, even though it’s what he intended all along. He smirked.
“Wanna have some fun?”