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Private Three Times The Charm [Part 2]

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    @Hanzo Shimada | July 19th; 10:35am | vampire hunter hideout
    Drop. Drop. Drop.
    A bloody puddle was spreading over the floor, filling every small hole in the tiles.
    Drop. Drop. Drop.
    Yuun Reytker had killed enough people to be called a monster. Syrena said so, and her younger sibling, Lune, didn't object to anything she said. And why should they? The evidence was as clear as the vodka the vampire had drunken when the young mundane surprised him in his own home.
    Drop. Drop. Drop.
    Now, they had, of course, changed locations by now, and, well, let's just say, Yuun was not having a good day. "Let him bleed out," Syrena had told Lune, and that was, what they were doing right in that moment. Which, by the Gods they didn't believe in, was a lot less entertaining to watch as someone might assumed it to be.

    That was, until they suddenly heard a distant sound of footsteps walking past the door. Brushing brunette curls behind their ear, Lune turned to listen closer. The cold neon light in the room made their turquoise dip-dyed tips look more blue than green, but that was of little concern to the hunter, when the steps continued onwards, into the room next door. Wasn't Dimitri out on a hunt right now? He was the only one allowed to enter that room alone, because it contained potentially dangerous material and he'd rather know it safe. The steps certainly hadn't sounded like Dimitri though.

    Reytker wouldn't go anywhere. Lune didn't have to worry about him breaking free. Instead, they quietly opened the door of the interrogation chamber, and approached the storage room. The bare lightbulbs illuminating the corridor, hit their clothes, giving the pastel green and pink a certain vibrance. Lune's hands were still sticky with blood, but whoever was invading this room was certainly not gonna be any more freaked out just because the person catching them redhanded, had bloody hands and forearms.

    But, when they opened the door, dagger in hand and ready to aim and throw, Lune stopped dead in their tracks - and then closed the door behind them. Kaz? What are you doing in here?" Their voice a careful whisper, the hunter stared at their colleague in confusion more than accusation.

    They didn't know what it was, but ever since the man had joined them, Lune had looked up to the guy. He had a lot of experiences, and gorgeous tattoos, and it was safe to say, Lune admired the other, though they wouldn't exactly show that openly. After all, they didn't want to seem childish and immature. No, rather, they would manage to impress him with their efficiency in killing vampires, than by swooning over him, right? But, all admiration aside, he still didn't have clearance to just go in here without permission, did he now?
     
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    If one would’ve asked Hanzo Shimada as a child what he wanted to do once he grew up, vampire hunter would definitely not be on the list, he wouldn’t even have considered it, in all fairness. And yet he found himself working and living within their midst, pretending and mimicking to be one of them to prevent a greater evil from spreading even further, at least as good as he managed. The instructions had been clear: get in, steal plans, get out, maybe cause some havoc while you’re at it. Really, it was simple as that. Well, it was easier said than done, obviously, but nonetheless simple in nature.
    To his satisfaction, the first point of this admittedly short list had already been checked: get in. Not the hardest challenge since those fools took everyone in who in any way praised themselves as some kind of perverted enemy of vampires; and to some degree Hanzo even had the vague suspicion that they valued looks over skills, but maybe that was just him.

    The most shocking part about his undercover mission was probably that one thing he did not expect. Surely, he was not scared off by the violence some members and colleagues practiced, growing up and living in a Yakuza Clan kind of does this thing to you, toughens you up, makes it almost normal.
    No, the brutality wasn’t what threw him off, or the hideous mind set, or the sometimes poorly organized patrols, or even the disgusting food. The only thing which really gave him the chills were the people he was surrounded with. Yes, sure, some of them already gave off a “don’t fuck with me” vibe, people who seemed capable of such acts, himself included of course. Those were easy to deal with, they all followed one or at least similar patterns. Hanzo knew those kinda people. Maybe they were some low-life thugs, but in his experience, those could be just as dangerous as the organized crime rings.

    But what, or better who could possibly frighten Hanzo in a for him until now unknown way? Exactly! Those folks who didn’t look like they would be capable of such horrible deeds. Young, old, disabled, they all were here, bound together by one common thing: fear. Fear and hate.
    Everyone here had such an undying hatred for vampires, categories as a whole species for themselves, and directed all their energy, resources and efforts against them. Of course, they all had their stories to tell, they all tried to justify their reasoning with their past, but they could not fool him. With some explanations he could agree with, to some degree at least, relate probably, while others…if his stony face wouldn’t have been his default expression this whole mission would probably be so much more tiring.

    Though, not everything has been entirely awful. Well, the vampire killing has been, yes, but Hanzo made his best effort to not participate in these activities. The revolver his boyfriend gave him, so he could at least find a good night’s sleep without breaking his pretty head from all the worry, remained unused, very much to Hanzo’s liking. He still kept it close, more as a trinket than a weapon, but one could never be safe enough.
    Some of the members amongst the vampire hunters were nice company though, not a crowd he would hang out with outside of this job and his alter ego of Kazuo Shinya, but they made this tragedy so much more endurable.

    However, he wasn’t here to make friends, but to save lives, to save an entire community of individuals who had to fear for their existence for reasons beyond any common sense. And one vital part was to steal the blueprints of one of the hunter’s most recent inventions and prevent it from causing any deadly harm.
    With the scheduled hunts and patrols, Hanzo thought that today would be a good opportunity to at least check out the layout of this complex, to make a mental map, or even take on or two plans with him already.
    …apparently today should not be the day though.

    It was Lune interrupting him, bloody from the killing they must have taken part in, and dagger in hand to cut an intruder, and the intruder was Hanzo.
    Luckily, he was still only looking around and not actively searching for anything specific, otherwise he’d probably have a harder time explaining himself.

    “Oh, it is you,” he exhaled, sounding relieved so some extend as he leaned back against one of the shelves, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking over to the newly arrived visitor.
    “I just thought I’d check the supplies, since most are out and about with their endeavours and I had nothing better to do anyway.” A soft chuckle escaped him as he apparently let his guard down and welcomed the other in.
    “Besides…I was seeking for a place where I could find some peace and quiet. Get a little room for myself.” The unusual soft tone in his voice stayed as he sighed.
    “What the hell, Lune truth is, I come here often when the guys are away, honestly. I know I shouldn’t be here and—P-please, don’t tell anyone, will you?”

    Truth was, Lune was one of the few members here who really gave Hanzo the strength to go through this. With not being able to keep in contact with his family and friends, a nice face around here was exactly what he needed to stay grounded…and sane.
     
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    Lune and Kaz had one thing in common - among others - they didn't go out to hunt, usually. The man actually never did, and Lune only when they could steal away from underneath Syrena's watching gaze. Their sister didn't want to see them in trouble, even though Lune usually knew what they were doing. The younger of them wasn't sure why Kaz refused to hunt with the others, but Dimitri hadn't complained yet, so he probably had a valid reasoning. I mean. After all, he had joined the group because he too had a deep dislike for these bloodsuckers, and that was all that mattered. Not everyone was suited for hunting - even though Kaz definitely looked as if he was, what with the revolver and the trained muscles flexing underneath inked up skin.

    They listened to his explanation, the confusion slowly vanishing from their features. "No, no, of course not. I get it. The others can be quite the handful at times." A conspirational wink followed, Lune starting to smile brightly, before letting their gaze wander around. They'd seen the storage room once from the inside, barely enough time to look at it closer. A few shelves lined the wall, along with boxes and chests - all of them filled with ammunition, weapons or blueprints of either. Pinned to the wall was a deeply red banner, with "Break Their Teeth And Then Their Neck" written onto it - the semiofficial mantra of the group.

    But, as soon as their gaze had left Kaz, it returned again; maybe Lune wasn't supposed to find older men attractive, yes, but Kaz was..different. In a good way. Surely, Syrena could make an exception for him. And, even if not - Lune wasn't 16. They, slowly but surely, didn't need their sister's approval anymore to go out with someone, right?

    They took a step towards him, seemingly without any intentions, just smiling genuinely. "So, do you... want to be left alone, or can I stay? I don't really have anything to do right now, anyway." A chuckle. "I mean, that vampire won't go anywhere, right?" They nodded towards the wall that separated this room from the interrogation chamber.
     
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    Hanzo smiled sympathetically at them, nodding to signal Lune that he absolutely understood what they were hinting at. Yes indeed, the others could be quite exhausting; not that he wasn’t used to dealing with idiots, hell, working in gastronomy makes you resistant to this kind of bullshitery, but there was only so much nonsense he could take.
    Though those people reminded him a little of himself at times, how they united under one hideous goal and fought against a commonly picked enemy. In his world is had been the omnics, robots with a consciousness, with feelings and emotions, normal people who walked amongst regular folks. At the time, he didn’t particularly hate them, but he didn’t necessarily like them either. Of course things had changed since then; his brother returning as a cyborg made him think, and the way Genji saw the world made him reconsider his own perspective on things and especially living beings. Without a doubt the truth has been hard to accept, but in the end he did, and it made his life so much better.
    Bad mood.
    It’s everyone else’s fault.
    Surely an easier way to live.
    But a lot has changed since then, he had changed, and so Hanzo had a little bit of hope that at least a few of these people still could be saved, that they could leave this path of loathing and violence and finally start to accept not only other humans but other species for their differences.
    …goddamn Genji and his philosophy.

    Lune definitely being one of those people for whom Hanzo wished a better future. They had a good heart, didn’t seem to be cut out for this whole vampire killing in all honesty, but did it anyway, as if to proof themselves or something. Well, he couldn’t say that he blamed them, in fact he exactly knew how this must be like, and he didn’t judge the young hunter for that. Being pressured into something by your family never really left many options open for you to choose from.

    As a response to their question, Hanzo only shrugged. He wouldn’t have anything against them staying here, obviously, but he also knew that sending Lune away now would probably cause some suspicion; a minor one, but suspicion nonetheless.
    “No, no problem at all. I reckon a little company could do no harm."
    The archer even forced a humouring smile to comment on their last statement, covering up perfectly the disgust he held for these actions with a good portion of humour and morbid jokes.
    “And even if that pest managed to escape, I bet a certain qualified vampire hunter could keep that ill-meaning beast in check, yes?”
    To spice up that last remark, he even threw in a sheepish smirk, looking at the other with faked-maybe-not-so-faked pride. Not going to lie, the kid had skill, but sadly they had the wrong outlet to practice and refine those…
     
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    There might've been a bit of a blush tinting Lune's cheeks a soft pink, when they realized who Kaz meant with that 'qualified vampire hunter'.
    So, he did notice their efforts. Good. That was great, actually, and exactly what the hunter had hoped to achieve. Chuckling softly, Lune brushed a lock behind their ear - which definitely didn't need brushing back and also didn't stay there for longer than a few seconds before slipping back into their face, because of course it did. They didn't think of the blood they'd smear onto their ear and jaw while doing so, Kaz' indirect compliment being way too distracting for that. "Heh, well, I'm doing what I can," they gave back, light green eyes finding his, filled with a good amount of pride.

    "Thanks for, you know, even pointing it out; Ren's always so hesitant with that. As if that is gonna stop me from training harder, like--" The young hunter rolled their eyes, gesturing vaguely at nothing in particular. Their sister could be quite protective at times, and that was probably why she rarely ever complimented them on their progress, to not motivate them further; Kaz did though. And perhaps, that was why Lune had gotten so attached to the man ever since he'd joined them. Not only had he an entirely different aura than the others, but he also genuinely believed in Lune and their abilities - of course they would seek his approval, that was easy psychology.

    Taking another step closer, Lune was again reminded of the small height difference between them, the man claiming a few inches more on the scale than the younger hunter. "You know, we could train together somewhen soon, if- like, if you're cool with that. There's probably better ways to spend your time, but I think I could pick up some things from you." That too, they actually meant, even if it was said with a bit of an additional intention than was obvious from the way they said it - after all, Lune didn't openly flirt with anyone, because they found that to be quite embarrassing. And often so utterly lacking any honesty; not with Lune's compliments though.
     
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    There was this spark of eager enthusiasm in Lune’s eyes whenever Hanzo praised them for their work and effort. He couldn’t bring himself to trash talk them, to extinguish this flame of motivation inside them for reason’s untrue and rude. What difference would it make anyway? If he praised them they trained harder, worked more. If he’d belittle them it’d probably lead to the same result either way. And he’d rather fire them up more than put unnecessary emotional ballast onto them for no good reason.

    Though he did notice that his constant approval made the hunter more fond of him, and during the time he has spent here, Hanzo came in contact with Lune more often than other peers, which probably didn’t concern him as much as it should. Maybe his brother was right, maybe he did grew soft over time and let more things slip by, choose to keep his mouth shut and not sass whoever dared to breath the same air as him more often than in the past. Or maybe he did see a bit of himself in them, and knew how hard it was to compete in such a society, how hard it was to make companions, friends even. He didn’t want the break the youngster like he has been once.

    As an older brother himself, he knew how it sometimes could be with the younger siblings. They always wanted to proof themselves, always wanted to proof their worth and gain approval from their older counterpart; Lune was no exception. Besides pride of their accomplishments, older siblings tended to worry… a lot. The little ones growing up was a hard process, and especially hard, when you’ve been growing up beside your sibling for all those years. Hanzo knew that for the older ones, their young siblings would always remain children, and the worry for them would probably never ebb away.
    He knew that. He knew it too damn well. Hell, he was still scolding Genji for the stupidest of things, still worrying sick sometimes about his well-being, even though he knew that the man could take care of himself just fine. But it was hard to let them go nonetheless. So, in other words, Hanzo low-key shared the reservation of Lune’s sister, but was too hesitant himself to show it.

    “Well, you are welcome. Honorem ei qui meritur*."
    The archer gifted them a warm smile, giving them a nod to signal that it was alright to join him, even shifting a little aside to make a little more room for the two of them. And to get a better view of both the outline of the room and the supplies it held. Even if he was willingly engaging into this nice chat right now, he still wasn’t here for Nanty Narking, but important business.


    The proposal of them training together some time came a little unexpected at the moment, but with the look Lune was giving him, it all gained a new, more playful connotation. Hanzo scoffed, narrowing his eyes at the other as they dared to come closer to him, a weak but sheepish smile painted on his lips. “Oh and what might those things be?”
    He leaned a little closer, teasingly raising one of his brows as he starred into their minty green eyes.
    “I am a man of many talents, so you have to be more specific.”

    Honestly it was almost ridiculous that such a warm and more or less nice individual was looking up to him like Lune did. Hanzo was a many things, but admirable was definitely not on the list. Blame his PTSD, but it was still hard to accept or even process compliments of some sorts. Surely he enjoyed the flirty nonsense Jesse and he were throwing at each other, grew more comfortable, more confident with it; but they’d known each other for quite some time now, and Lune wasn’t even grasping his true character, but a lie here. A lie sprinkled with grains of truth, yes, but it was still all a lie.

    * Latin for Honour to whom Honour is due.
     
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    Honour to whom honour is due.
    Kaz really knew how to make others feel good about themselves, didn't he? The compliment poured into Lune like hot chocolate on a cold winter's day, warming from the inside and sweet as hell. They sucked it up like some dry sponge and didn't even realize how the man was wrapping them around his finger - even if it wasn't out of malicious intent. But Lune doubted that he could even be truly malicious.

    The distance between them shrunk more and more, the young hunter definitely standing inside Kaz' personal space now, and him leaning in as well, as if that was in any way okay. Well. To be fair. It was okay for Lune, as much as it shouldn't have been, causing heat to grow inside their stomach and their heartbeat to pick up its pace. A mirrored smug smile crossed their lips, as they tried to appear as cool as possible in front of the man, dipping their head and avoiding his gaze only to find it again a moment later.

    "Well, depends on what you're willing to show me, doesn't it?" Lune's voice had grown quieter, their eyes wandering across Kaz' face, for seconds getting stuck at his lips which were so smugly pulled into a grin, before they skipped upwards. Lune could hear their sister groaning in exasperation already, about how the young hunter was so attracted to a man older than themselves, whereas the fact that Kaz was a man, might've been more important, than the fact that he was a good bit older than Lune. Syrena had a problem with men in general - it really was a miracle she was working together with Warren Anderson, the leader of this band of misfits, at all - but especially those who thought they could give in to her sibling's flirtings. It was, complicated. And all the more reason to step out of her shadow, Lune found.
     
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    This was definitely wrong, wrong on so, so many levels that Hanzo couldn’t even begin to picture what consequence might be worse. Not only was Lune way too young for his liking, hell, they weren’t even really his type, competence-kink aside, but he also didn’t tell anyone that he was in a happy, committed relationship; for his boyfriend’s safety, naturally.
    Hanzo was no fool, he noticed the playful flirting and harmless intentions, decided to play along and have some fun while being at it. Frankly speaking, since someone actually showed genuine romantic interest in him, the archer enjoyed the feeling of being desirable; funny how he once proclaimed to have no such interest in these things, never made the effort to partake in them even. However, things change, people change, and so Hanzo changed in that regard as well. Where there was once cold rejection for all things flirty, there now was a spark of, well, eagerness.
    Genji always told him how he was lacking any charm, how he always has been the more distant and analytic of them both. While that was still true, Hanzo couldn’t help but give into this pathetic overture.

    He swallowed hard as the young hunter came oh so close to him, so close in fact, that he could feel the other’s breath cooling his skin with every exhale. Or was that just Hanzo himself moving his head a little more forward, their foreheads almost touching?
    “That is, a dangerous proposal to make, kid,” he whispered, rough tone accompanying a rather tender voice.
    What the hell was he doing here… This obviously was all fun and games, until one of them would make one step more, one step too far, one step over the edge.
    Was this considered cheating? Would he really go so far for an undercover mission? Hanzo knew that Jesse wasn’t the jealous type, that he would understand, but his consciousness would be heavy nonetheless.

    Hanzo’s breath grew more shaky as his eyes restlessly switched from Lune’s left one to their right one, undecided into which he’d like to stare more.
    “You really like to play with fire, don’t you, Lune?” The grin vanished, alongside the glimmer in his eyes as he narrowed them at the hunter.
    “Only a matter of time until you burn yourself.”
     
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    "I'm okay with danger," Lune whispered, swallowing and biting their lips in mixed nervousness and excitement. Gods, were they really doing this right now? Being so close that it would've take none more than a few inches of Lune leaning in for their lips to touch? And maybe, they did just that, stopping their teeth from scraping over their lower lip and instead closing the distance.

    Just, that it didn't come to that. Not immediately at least.

    Lune would've agreed to the first statement in a heartbeat. Yes, they liked to play with fire, so what? It didn't seem as if Kaz was so disinterested in what they were about to do, either, right? The young hunter had very little problem admitting that, despite how their cheeks grew into a pretty shade of pink at the suggestion. Their blood-tinted fingers curled around the collar of the man's shirt, breath hitching at the closeness.
    When the grin suddenly faded from the Kaz' lips though, immediately followed by the gleam in his eyes, Lune paused, only an inch away from his face. The air seemed to shift, causing an ugly feeling to creep into their veins and cramp inside their stomach. They blinked, letting go of the shirt and stumbling a step or two backwards, before they stared at the older hunter with confusion - and embarrassment, like a dog that had been tricked into running after a ball that hadn't been thrown. "S-Sorry, I--" Their voice was shaking slightly. "I got the hint," Lune stammered, and turned around to hurry out of the room before they could do something even more embarrassing.

    What had they thought? That a man like Kaz would be interested in them in any way but platonically? Yeah, of course, because that was realistic, wasn't it? Ugh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Lune felt so awfully stupid for even considering this to be a possibility.
     
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    His breath, alongside the world around him, seemed to stand completely still as Lune was so close, so close to him. Lips parted in surprise, inhaling harshly as he anticipated the worst case to settle in, looking at the other with, what exactly? Shock, pity...empathy? In this moment he really couldn’t tell the one apart from the other. But did it matter? Apparently not.
    Before he himself got caught up in an emotional dilemma, Lune withdrew, leaving enough room in between them that Hanzo dared to breath again, sighing in deep relief as he thought to have dodged this bullet.

    That was...close. One second more and he’d probably regretted whatever outcome this situation would gift, or curse, him with. Good lord, was he glad that Lune took the matter off his chest, or did he?
    Hanzo leaned back against the shelf and exhaled, letting the tension that must’ve build up during their little moment loosen again, his head spinning, slightly dizzy from the overwhelming debacle.
    Shimada, what are you doing here, that’s not what you’re here for, he told himself, his breath steady and controlled again, as his eyes found the youngster again.

    While he hoped that Lune would experience a similar reaction, realizing that taking a step further would lead to inevitable disaster, the reality of things looked different.
    The poor chap looked troubled, very much so actually, and Hanzo felt almost bad for having to drop them like this. Though, before he could voice any words of comfort, the hunter quickly fled the room, without even giving him a chance to say anything.

    Well, for once, excellent! This was exactly what he wanted this whole time, being alone and get enough time to snoop around the storage room and get what he was looking for in the first place. However, the man couldn’t help himself but feel, bad, guilty for his young colleague. Not only for leading them on like this, but also for leading them on and rejecting them not-so-subtle-at-all. In hindsight, he should have been more clear about this, shouldn’t have toyed with their emotions.

    Goddammit why was he feeling so sentimental now, for a bloody vampire hunter at that? He was supposed to bring them down and not start to care for them! “I’ll kill them if I have to.” That’s what he said! Kill them if needed! Not “develop feelings for them and start caring.” No! That was not the plan!

    No doubt about it, he had to resolve this matter as quickly as possible. Nevertheless it was his fault that Lune was suffering from this emotional hurt, even if he thought that it was low-key their fault...but he was older, he was supposed to be the wise role model, and what did he do? Fail on all accounts. Splendid!
    But, as awful as it sounds, this problem had to wait now. For now, he had to take advantage of the opportunity and take what he was here for in the first place. Steal the weapon blueprints to prevent more vampires from getting hurt. Lune could wait.
     
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    "Let me go, for fuck's sake, I didn't do anything wrong!" Not, that anybody listened to the vampire's panicked screams as he was dragged inside the building, clothes wet from the rain that had been pouring down on them outside as they caught him, out of the blue and without any reason to. Hell, he'd been on the way home, to that apartment he was sharing with his crush and a good friend of theirs, so they could play some Scrabble and then probably go to sleep or something. To say he'd been out 'on a hunt' would've been a huge lie - not that these hunters seemed to care about that.

    "Shut up, bloodsucker," one of them snapped, giving his head a harsh shove and dragging him further along. One of the doors in the corridor they were in was pushed open. The light of the switched-on lamp stung in the vampire's sensitive eyes, causing him to avert them to the ground for a few struggling seconds. What he could see from the room though, made his heart beat faster - and yes, he still had a heartbeat, as unlikely as it sounded - and sent a shiver down the young man's spine. Metallic chains, and a table with torture instruments, not unlike the ones in any crime thriller. His wrists were torn open from where he was fighting against the hunter's grip of steel, blood slowly running down his arms as they chained him against the wall. "Make yourself at home, will ya? I'll send someone to keep you company for a bit," the hunter, a tall guy with an ugly grin, whispered into the vampire's pointy ears, before gesturing the other two hunters to follow him out of the room.
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    Warren crossed the hallway, steady steps leading him to the common room. "Shinya! I was looking for you." He regarded the blonde man with not as much as a grin. "Got a task for you, if you will?" It was common knowledge that the leader of this gang didn't like arguing about certain things - which included almost anything - and when this newcomer had decided to no go out on hunts with them, he'd been skeptical at first, of how serious the guy meant it. But that had subsided after a bit, Kazou proving in different ways, that he actually wanted this, and that he wasn't just some poser without any skill.

    "We've got a new beast here, I figured you could take care of him? Just, welcome him a bit into his new home - and get him to confess his crimes, I'm sure you know what to do." With an unwavering grin, Warren leaned against the doorframe, pointing down the corridor. "Room 34. He's all yours."
     
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    This incident shouldn’t be slowing him down any further, sure, letting Lune go just like that seemed, irresponsible, but what other choice did he have? Putting some hunter’s emotional well-being over the mission would be anything but productive, and it would lead to nothing. Besides Santiago, Hanzo himself was striving for results, actual, usable, results. And taking the requested blueprints was definitely a huge step into the right direction.
    After searching and roaming around a bit, he eventually found a container with some interesting weaponry concepts in it, going through them carefully, paying close attention to the mechanics and actual lethality. Obviously, it would only cause major suspicion if he took all of them; it wasn’t subtle, or discrete in any way.
    So, naturally, the mole sorted out the concepts which seemed to be the most lethal and took those into his possession, while at least looking over the remaining ones to give Raphael a report on what they have been working on. A precaution, while a small one, still of great value, he figured.

    Sneaking out of the storage room was now the easier part, which Lune out of sight, their sister occupied, and most hunters out and about doing their questionable work, Hanzo had enough time to make his way back to his own room and hide the acquired blueprints in there, hidden from the rest of the jolly-not-so-jolly band.
    Admittedly, this went by smoother than expected, with no real casualties to report. Surely, his relationship to one of the hunters now, seemed to take the more complicated road, but it was nothing he couldn’t fix sooner or later. Hell, it was actually something he shouldn’t be bothered to fix at all! It was of no importance. The less Lune was around him, the better.
    ...but why was he feeling so incredibly guilty because of it?

    God dammit, there really was no way around it, was there? His conscience wouldn’t be cleared unless the resolved this matter. Clearly, he owed his colleague an explanation, the whole “it’s me not you” talk. Just tell them what was going on, tell them that he enjoyed their company, but not like that. They would understand. They had to.

    Unfortunately, his efforts of making peace with the other was cut short. As he was making his way through the halls, trying to find the pastel-goth youngster, Hanzo ran into his superior. Of course, of course he did. They were on neutral terms, luckily. Warren knew that he had no desire in hunting, tried to make it clear, hoped that his explanation was enough to justify the means. Who would’ve figured that throwing in his brother story actually made them more considerate of his no-killing mentality.
    As usual, he tried to throw in a gram of truth to make it more believable and stir up real emotions to underline the realness of the lie.
    Vampires turned my brother, and as he was lying there, in pain, dying, I saw no other way than taking his life. Sounded solid enough right? The rest was made up as he went by. No one questioned it, and that was all he really cared about.

    But this time, he had a bad feeling about the leader’s request. “Yes of course, sir. What do you need me to do?”
    The task given to him was simple as much as it was morbid. Hanzo was familiar with this procedure, more than he actually wanted, in fact. It was always the same scheme: they took the vampire in, tortured them for no good reason, and killed them regardless of what they say. A more than hideous practice method, and as much as the blonde wanted to just break Warren’s jaw, he knew he had to obey.
    Mimicking his best smug smile, he nodded, and slowly made his way to his new destination.
    “Of course, nothing easier than that.”

    Slow and creaking did the door to Room 34 open; a heavy metal door which was specifically designed keep the poor beasts in the chamber, at all costs. And the only reason one could hear the pained screams from the outside, must’ve been the sadistic tendencies of most people here, so Hanzo figured.
    But as he stepped in, his heart almost dropped. Yes, this may be a vampire hanging there, chained to the opposite wall, bleeding out, probably in immense pain, but he was still a child, not older than 18, maybe 19. Something in his stomach twisted at this grotesque picture. Those bastards didn’t draw any lines, did they?
    Hanzo could hardly imagine what crimes this poor boy could have possibly committed, if any at all. The sole reason he was sitting here was the stupid hatred of a bunch of lunatics. Oh God...it almost made him physically sick.

    Though there was no time to waste, or else the hunters would grow suspicious. With light steps, he made his way over to the table, cold gaze fixated on the young vampire. He was scared, obviously, bloody and wet, closer to either bleeding out or freezing to death than being beat into a pulp.
    A long pause followed from Hanzo’s side as he weighed every instrument lying in front of him, trying to find not the lightest one, but the one that felt hollow.
    “So so,” he finally started, taking a huge metal pipe into his hand, “looks like we’re going to spend a little time together, hmm?”

    The archer turned around, this atypical sinister smirk decorating his face wide and proud, at least as proud as he could muster, knocking the pipe he was holding against the palm of his free hand, making sure it was just what he needed.
    “What about we have a little chat, you know, to pass time a little?”

    Tap. Tap. Tap. Slowly but steady he came closer to the poor victim, looking him into his with terror filled emerald eyes.
    "What about we introduce ourselves first? It would be awfully rude not to, yes? They call me Kaz around here. Great pleasure to make your aquaintance."
     
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    The wounds were slowly but surely healing at least, preventing the young vampire from bleeding out anytime soon, but the metallic chains did nothing in easing the pain when he tested their sturdiness by pulling at them as best as he could. They didn't budge. Not even an inch. Painted black fingernails slipped off the links, over and over again, and the pain prevented Valentine from trying another time. Still, he had to get out of here. Somehow. And soon. He doubted the hunters would leave him alive if they got the chance not to. He tried to keep his breathing under control, to calm himself down and think rational about all of this. Which, was considerably hard for the young man to do. Hell knew, Valentine was reckless beyond measures sometimes, and not exactly the thinker type. Especially not when panic was threatening to take a hold of him.

    By the time the door opened, Val wasn't any step further. There was one single window in the room, but it was barred from the outside and high up the wall. He couldn't reach anything nearby, not with his hands, naturally, but also not with his feet. And hell, he wasn't a great talker either, by all means. The last time he'd been kidnapped, his best friend and ex datemate Fiete had freed him. By talking. By negotiating with a bunch of stuck up elves. But, the vampire doubted, he'd be so lucky this time around.

    Emerald eyes regarded the hunter, widening an bit when the guy immediately went for the tools on the table nearby and barely stopped looking at him. Valentine tried to not seem terrified, and instead to be brave, but something told him that he failed that miserably. His eyes scanned the metal pipe that found its way into the guy's hand, skipping from the weapon to the hunter's face and back. Or, Kaz' face and back.

    His voice sounded definitely on the edge of a panic attack, when he replied. "I'm Valentine - but I didn't do anything! I- I didn't kill anyone, please, I swear! I'm living with two friends of mine and I get my blood from them. Consensually." Maybe it was naive to believe the hunter would care about his innocence, maybe Valentine was too young and inexperienced to realize that it wouldn't matter either way, if he answered the questions or not. He'd been turned four years ago, by more than complex means, and the fact that he was now seventeen, almost eighteen, was due to the ritual his parents had done back then; he was still growing, still aging, until approximately 21, just that he already lived off of blood, mostly, and hid from the sun. And he was able to turn others; a fact he had been made painfully aware of a few weeks back, but that was an entirely different story.

    Kaz stepped closer yet, Valentine instinctually retreating backwards, but feeling the cold stone wall pressing into his back a mere second later. "Please don't hurt me!" The vampire turned his head away, closing his eyes and biting down on his lower lip, focusing on his breathing and attempting to prepare himself for the inevitable pain that was about to come. "Please." His whispering voice tried to be stable still, tried to sound as if he wasn't scared, but his whole body language spoke of a different tale.
     
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    Who would have expected that walking up to a hurt and defenseless individual could be so hard? It took him all of his steeled willpower to not let any emotion slip, at least for now, to keep the fear real and vivid. A young man begging for his life, this shit stirred up some intense emotions within him. Hanzo remembered clearly, too clearly for his own liking, how his brother had begged for mercy, cut to the bone and bleeding out as a cause of his actions.
    An order was an order, however, but different to the morbid execution of his beloved brother, this here was none had to to obey. In here, he was playing by his own rules, only following necessary guidelines; and so far, the managed to avoid casualties, well, with a few exceptions.

    Stony face in check, he supported his weight by leaning one arm against the wall beside the vampire, the terror in the poor lads eyes almost tearing his heart apart. This was not the face of someone who actually killed folks, not for survival nor for pleasure. Hell, Hanzo himself probably took more lives than this boy ever could.
    He leaned in even more, his eyes and ears scanning his surroundings carefully, making sure no one would spy on them, that no one was supervising them.
    Tilting his head a bit to reach the vampire’s ear, Hanzo whispered calmly, trying to sound as assuring and trustworthy as possible: “Valentine, do me a favour and please scream as soon as I hit your leg with this thing.”
    A ghostly motion followed, as Hanzo gently tapped Val’s foreleg with the pipe, indicating where he would land the blow.
    “It will hurt, but I promise I won’t go all out on you. But please, act like it’s fractured a bone.”

    The archer withdrew, now looking at the boy’s terrified and probably confused face. There was no way around it, he had to get him out of here, and he had just the plan to. If he’d pretend to beat the living shit out of the vampire, they’d have to dispose him, and since it was Hanzo’s victim, he hoped to be the one doing the job. Valentine could count himself lucky to be assigned to him personally, and not one of his sick colleagues who wouldn’t hesitate to break his neck if they got the chance to.

    Before he attempted to purposely hurt the young vampire, Hanzo wanted to be absolutely sure that they could trust each other. Well, trust was such a strong word, maybe less trusting and more accepting. Once more, he leaned close to the other’s pointy ear, his voice now nothing more than a breathless sound: “You have to have faith in me on this one. I want to help.”
     
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    He would die in here, wouldn't he? Cornelius and Fæyn would desperately search for him, latest tomorrow and then either think he'd vanished, or find him, beaten to a pulp. Valentine had no idea what would be worse. He only heard his heart beating frantically in his chest, and felt his hairs stand up at the back of his neck, when he flinched away from the hunter in question.

    But, instead of immediate pain, there were whispers into his ear, whispers that didn't make any sense, and perhaps that was the reason, he slowly turned his head to Kaz, a look of utter confusion and quite a lot of suspicion on his face. There was no way to know why the hell this guy wouldn't want to hurt him, or if he even actually didn't want to hurt him. Valentine's eyes skipped from Kaz' face to the metal bar in his hands and back, fear unmistakably written all over his expression.

    The idea that this guy was a mole didn't even cross the vampire's mind. Even if Kaz had an inexplicable aversion against physical violence, he could still very well be an uttely cruel hunter, right?

    "Why should I trust you?!" he hissed quietly, his fearstricken voice trembling, "I'm not stupid, for fuck's sake." Yes, maybe not the best reaction when there was the potential of safety offered to him, but who could've blamed him for not immediately trusting this guy, really? After how his companions had dragged Valentine in here, not caring for whatever he's said, and after Kaz' smug grin at the beginning, the vampire had problems believing anything the hunter in front of him said about not wanting to hurt him.
     
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