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[he knew, when he came to the city to pursue his singing career, that he'd be away from his pack. he'd thought, at the time, that it would be okay. he was the omega wolf in any case, and he'd been looking forward to the freedom.

(his own proclivities notwithstanding. that was a separate thing, somehow elusively different. he could ask to be beaten or bound, and find someone to oblige him. he'd never asked to be the omega.)

but it was lonelier than he'd expected, being the only wolf he knew here. being out from under the hierarchical bullying of his own pack was nice; the lack of anyone to run with or howl with or just curl up with in a furry heap on lazy nights was rather less so.

the ceaseless busyness of writing, recording, performing, and interviewing is enough to put it from his mind, sometimes. but sometimes not. and especially not during lulls in activity, when he has days free to himself, wide open and lonely.

he sits slumped on a park bench, disconsolately flipping pebbles into a fountain.]

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[it's a nice day out. he can feel the weight of the sun's presence on his skin, dulled to something like the comfort of a warm blanket by his sunblock. ...his absolutely disgusting smelling sunblock. someday somebody would invent a sunblock that did not smell like death-by-poison and chemicals and artifical everything to vampire senses, and that person would get rich very quickly.

in the meantime, though, dealing with it is a sacrifice he is more than willing to make in exchange for being able to keep one foot in the world of the living, and for keeping the sun.

it helps that the park is somewhat busy, too; while normally he's somewhere in between squeamish and resentful about being able to smell far more than he'd ever wanted to know about a person (more than he would ever have a right to know), today it's a welcome distraction from his sunblock, combining nicely with dirt and grass and other green growing things into something that just smells like life. he may not have his father's Shinto leanings, but it's comforting nonetheless to have this concrete evidence that the world keeps turning, regardless of the mistakes he's made in the past, and that it will continue to do so.

he's musing to himself over these and other heavy thoughts (completely aware that he's being somewhat overdramatic, but hell, not only is he a vampire, he's a descendent of Prima's. he is supposed to be overdramatic!) when the wind shifts and he smells wolf.

his first (completely nonsensical) thought is that one of the members of "his" wolf pack has somehow followed him home... but beyond the idea being ridiculous, he would have recognized one of his own even with his sunblock muddling things. besides, a second, surreptitious sniff (made less so by his trying not to sneeze afterward, God damn) reveals that no, it isn't wolf. not quite. a more cautious third inhale, and with a sudden sense of disbelief he realizes it's coming from the man moping by the fountain.

under his breath] ...You have got to be kidding me.

[but after a moment's hesitation, he approaches anyway.]

[the wolf senses are duller, in human form and by the light of day. but never quite gone - even in daylight, one needs to be able to smell pack, rivals, and... other things.

the smell of sunblock is what he notices first, his nose wrinkling at the chemical odor. who even uses that much sunblock, unless they're at the beach or something?

when he smells what's underneath, however, he jerks his head up, unable to quite hide his expression of moderate alarm.

it's something he's smelled before only faintly, left behind in tracks in the dark and - occasionally - in the woods.

but he's never actually met a vampire.]

[screeching to a halt, holding his hands up placatingly and feeling both guilty and more than a little foolish. he's been around wolves (been a wolf) enough to know that any sort of stealth would not only be pointless, but possibly read as hostility.

the guilt, on the other hand... well, he always feels guilty in the face of any sort of fear. it's a reminder that he's part of a race known for being both terrifying, and on occasion terrible— and that by having joined it, he's become both.]

Ah... Sorry. I didn't mean...

[...how in Hell do you tell someone that you came over because they smelled interesting without sounding really creepy. scuffing one shoe against the ground, at a loss]

A-ah, don't worry. You just surprised me.

Er... am I not supposed to be here? I can leave... I'm not actually with anyone...

[that last sentence tastes bad in his mouth, comes a shade closer to actual denial of pack than he'd like. but it's true enough - he is here alone]

Ah— no, it's fine, so long as you're not planning trouble.

[sheepishly, sticking his hands in his pockets] ...I was just curious, to be honest.

[and more curious, now, even though it's probably rude of him. "not with anyone?" did he just mean at the park, or entirely?]

Oh, okay! I've never met someone like you before, I didn't know how you felt about territory... No, I'm just a singer.

What were you curious about?

[shrugging, with a rueful chuckle] Not anything specific, really. I... haven't met anyone like you before, either, so...

...ah. Actually, speaking of territory... Do you hunt at all, or...?

Ah, my pack would, sometimes - we don't really need to hunt to survive, but sometimes a bit of wild rabbit is just what the heart needs, you know?

[he unconsciously licks his lips a little - though his expression is wistful]

... They live farther out, though. I moved into the city for my career.

[headtilt]

...By yourself?

[he looks slightly sheepish]

Well, it's not like I could expect the pack to come with me...

[he can't help but feel a pang of sympathy at that. he knows from experience that it's bad enough being alone; he can only imagine how much worse it would be for someone with the instinct to live in packs...

something's slightly off about the strength of that reaction, though, and after a moment he realizes there's a distinctly proprietary edge to the turn of his thoughts and his sympathy. it's a good thing he hasn't fed that recently, or his sudden flush would be a lot more visible.

Just because he cares for one wolf pack doesn't mean that all wolves in his territory are his, regardless of instinct telling him otherwise. that goes doubly so for a werewolf, who would be more than capable of taking care of himself and wouldn't need his protection at all.]

A-aah. Well, if any of them change their mind about that, you can tell them they would be welcomed. ...Anyway, you don't have to go that far out for rabbit; there are at least a few in the woods near my father's house, among other things. I wouldn't mind asking him for hunting rights for you.

[...not that the werewolf not needing his protection seems to be stopping him from being embarrassingly eager about offering it anyway. sigh.]

[he looks surprised - like he wasn't expecting generosity, and isn't quite sure what to do with it]

Ah, I... I couldn't possibly inconvenience you like that.

[oh, but does it sound lovely. the wolf in him yearns to run again]

[chuckling] Believe me, it isn't an inconvenience. I usually run closer to the mountains, and Father doesn't hunt at all, so neither of us would miss anything you took. ...Besides, he keeps horses. Too many rabbits means holes they can step in and hurt themselves, so really, you'd be doing us a favor.

Well, I... if you really don't mind, I'd love to take you up on that. Thank you!

I-it'd be nice to be around other non-humans, too. I don't know any wolves here.

[grinning— not showing off his fangs, but not really bothering to hide them, either]

You're welcome, and likewise. My father may live nearby, but... well, that's not quite the same as having someone closer to my own age to talk to.

Anyway, I'm Kaito Kagamine. Forgive me for not offering my hand; I just don't want to inflict my sunblock on you.

[he laughs] It is kinda strong...! Humans just don't take our noses into account, do they?

I'm Kaito Shion. It's great to meet you.

[finally settling down on the bench next to him]

It's good to meet you, too. ...You said you were a singer?

[yayy company]

Mmhmm! I'm fairly new, but I've released a couple of singles already.

[looking impressed, and almost... wistful?]

That's amazing. ...What's it like?

Kind of busy. I don't get a lot of time off. But I really love performing... that makes it all worth it.

[shaking his head] You don't have problems with crowds, then?

Not really. They're there for me, for what I can give them. That's a great feeling!

If I get too nervous, I just think of them as pack, and pretend I'm the alpha.

[laughing again] I bet your bigger fans wouldn't mind that at all.

[laughing with] Well, they might be disappointed if they were expecting a good alpha...

Not the leader type?

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in this comment I channel Daisuke

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