warning: explicit content (violence, blood)
Tokyo, Japan
19:30 PM
The nightlife in Tokyo isn't quiet. There is always life to it. It's another one of those cities where it never sleeps.
"Come on, Gojo, you're so slow!" A young woman with mid-length jet-black hair wearing a red ribbon attached to her shouts those words out with a hand alongside her face.
Gojo looks at the shouting woman as he presses his lips together and slightly smirks while he rolls his eyes a bit. "I'm not that far behind. Besides, we're going to the same place."
She sticks out her tongue at him and says, "We're going to be a few minutes late since someone forgot their charger back in the lecture room."
"Please, are you crying?" Gojo asks.
The young woman just breathed heavily in response to his question. She wasn't having it. "I hate your guts."
"My guts? You can't hate them; I take good care of my health, you know, Utahime?" Gojo says it out teasingly.
Utahime was now walking alongside the twenty-three-year-old male, who was wearing a black shirt, covered over by a blue denim jacket and khaki jeans, and topping it all off with a pair of black Converse and blue sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
She made a dramatic puking nose and said, "Yuck, keep your flirting away from me."
Gojo just lets out a soft chuckle.
"You know I'm just playing around." He says.
"I don't have time for your excessive behavior. I don't understand why women even fall head over heels for you. You're so damn annoying." Utahime says as she crosses her arms.
"They just can't get over how attractive I am." Gojo says as he runs his hand through his snow-white hair, letting the strands fall back into place.
Utahime, on the other hand, wishes she didn't see it and wishes she didn't hear his words. She wanted to erase that from her mind, as he felt like puking.
The whole walk was now silent; Utahime didn't want to talk to Gojo at all. Gojo being the guy he is, sure, he likes to be annoying, but he knew how to read people; he knew when to stop (for the most part). He decides to stop picking on her, as he doesn't want to anger her anymore.
After a few more minutes of walking, they finally arrived at the location the university students in their group chat had planned. They decided to have a small hot-pot gathering.
The two went inside the restaurant as the others saw them, and one waved their hand out to let them know where they were sitting.
"Gojo! Utahime!"
As they both settled down in their seats, this was finally the time they got to relax and just have a good time after a week of exams back-to-back.
Gojo, surprisingly, wasn't as energetic as he always is; he was feeling very relaxed and just listening to the conversations around him. Here and there, he would take a few shots of Soju with the group.
"So, Gojo, any plans after university?" One of the young women in the group asks.
Gojo looks at her and smiles. She was a beauty, with white braided hair and bold makeup due to her signature red lipstick she always wore. If he was interested in her, he would have already pursued her.
"Not really." He says. He tilts his head slightly as he goes to drink down another shot of Soju.
"Eh...?" The woman says it out loud in a gasp. She rests her elbow on the table as she now puts her chin into her palm. "I thought you were going to be a teacher?" She asks.
"I am getting a degree in education, though my father wants me to take ownership of his business, so I'm conflicted." Gojo says as he leans his body frame within the chair.
"Hmm, that does sound conflicting. Though whatever you choose, I know you'll be amazing at it." She says she is trying to put him at ease.
"What a sweetheart you are, Mei Mei." Gojo says as he then slightly smirks.
Utahime looks at the two and wants to vomit. She hates the relationship between the two. Too much flirting. Too much grossness.
Gojo then stood up from his chair, causing everyone to be startled and their gazes to fall onto him. It was a surprise to them, as he is usually the one who stays out the latest.
He looked at them and brought his hand up a bit as he smiled. "Sorry, I'm pretty exhausted; I'm going to head out."
"Eh...!? Gojo Satoru is heading out early. That's really unheard of!" One of the guys said out loud.
Gojo softly chuckles as he goes to run the back of his neck. "I know; I'll stay out later than usual the next time. And the next one is on me." He says.
"I'll keep that in mind!"
The white-haired male exits the restaurant after saying his goodbyes. He exhales as he brings his phone out of his pocket to look at the time.
21:00 PM
It wasn't late for him, though he did feel exhausted. Not only was exhaustion hitting him, but the liquor he consumed was now starting to hit him.
Flavored Soju tasted amazing—it tastes like fruit juice, but it definitely creeps up later in a violent way, kicking your ass. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He was glad that his place wasn't too far from where the restaurant was. His place was basically the dorms at the university he attended.
He shifts his body as he proceeds to walk, heading in the direction of his place. Though there was a change of plans, he decided to take a shortcut.
Utahime would have kicked his ass for not telling her this shortcut, but this shortcut isn't the safest, as he didn't want her to be in danger since it dealt with going through different alleyways. The Lord knows who and what goes through these alleyways.
He has taken this shortcut a couple of times, and luckily nothing has happened to him yet.
The walk down the alleyway was quiet. He didn't mind quietness, but he felt like it was too quiet for his liking. He then thought to himself that it was probably a terrible idea to go down the shortcut when he was slightly intoxicated. Still, he was saving himself ten minutes.
As he continued cutting through the part of the city with the alleyways, some of the lighting attached to the brick walls would flicker, and some lights just wouldn't work. He goes to turn around the corner as his body freezes in place. His instincts were telling him not to look and go back, but at the same time, he could not move his body.
The sight in front of him was unnerving. He wished that the lights weren't working down this alleyway, but they were working perfectly fine. Even if the light wasn't shining the brightest, the dim light fell on what he is now witnessing. A man bit down on a woman's neck. The crimson liquid flowing down from that woman's neck, as tiny droplets of it, is now intact with the concrete ground.
His blue eyes were now witnessing the woman's skin color to be lively now into death. Did he just witness a murder in front of him? Though he was unsure, someone gnawing into their neck would just kill someone. He takes a step back, exhaling out of panic, as he knew he shouldn't have.
The man drops the now-dead woman onto the ground as his head turns to meet his blue eyes. He could feel his hand trembling.
'Shit, shit, shit.' He thought to himself.
"Oh my, I didn't expect anyone else to witness... or more so, give them a show." The man now spoke out.
This caused Gojo to breathe in for a bit before exhaling out. His thoughts were racing in his mind, like doing a marathon. The thought of whether to run or not now slipped into his mind. He goes to shift his body by turning it; however, he is startled as he doesn't know that the outcome will turn out to be the way it is now.
The terrified snow-white young male felt the touch of cold fingers wrap around the back of his neck; he didn't have time to react as his body was pushed against the brick wall, causing him to wince and breathe out in pain.
"I was going to let you go, though I'm not satisfied enough with just one human body to feed off of." The man says
Gojo didn't understand what he was trying to say. He wondered if this man was just mentally ill and had a kink for sucking blood. The other thought was to think that he was dealing with a supernatural creature, a vampire. But who would think that vampires are real in this day and age? They're myths.
"So... I hope you don't mind me having you as an entree for my dinner time." The man spoke out once more.
Gojo narrows his eyes a bit as he tries to break out of the man's grasp. Though it was futile, even if the man did not have a huge body build, somehow, in some way, this man was stronger than him physically.
It was futile.
There was nothing he could do.
He now could feel the man's breath close to his bare neck, as that sent down cold shivers down his spine. He could feel his breath and heartbeat picking up.
"Humans are such weaklings." The man says softly as he goes to bare his fangs out and starts to sink those sharp fangs of his within Gojo's neck.
Gojo flinched slightly as he bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to tell himself that this is probably a dream, convincing himself that he probably got drunk and fell asleep and that he's having this nightmare. But the more that the man's teeth sink into his neck, the more reality hits.
He breathed out heavily as he clenched his jaw. What was he doing? He could have just screamed out and someone would notice, right? He opens his mouth slightly, but no sound is able to escape. His body was shuddering from the fear and pain that he was feeling currently.
The more that man has his fangs into his neck, the more his blood is benefiting the murderer, and the less time he has for his life. He was losing blood. And he could tell, as his head and body were now feeling light. His vision was getting blurry.
He didn't want to die.
He didn't want to die like this.
The man brings his fangs out as he notices something is off, though his reaction was a tad bit late. His head was now disconnected from his neck as blood splurged everywhere, landing on the walls, on the ground, and even on Gojo.
Gojo held his breath for a bit as he turned around to see the man's body fall to the ground. He wanted to vomit seeing how the man had died, though he didn't have the energy to as he now went to lean the back of his body against the wall, now breathing heavily.
His body goes to slide down until he feels his bottom touching the concrete ground. He can see his vision getting worse. Was he really going to die like this? He asks himself.
The last thing that he saw and heard before he closed his eyes, even though it was a blur, was a man with pink hair dressed in white clothing.
"Hmm, you look interesting enough."
[End of prologue]