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Who did he think he was? What? He...didn't understand... Adrian blinked at the man, could he explain a little more? But then he just said he didn't care. This man was confusing. Would he make up his mind already? Of course the next claim was interesting, he was going to kill him himself. Why were they so mad at him? Still, he didn't speak, he didn't utter a single word, instead just staring at the man in front of him with blank, emotionless eyes. What did he do?


Suddenly there was an exclamation from that Claire girl, she told Lee to stop, which baffled Adrian even more. These people changed their minds a lot, didn't they? He wanted to get out of here, he may be slightly better, but there was still a wound in his back that hadn't properly healed. It was still there, it was still causing him discomfort. Making it worse wouldn't be a particularly good idea. He needed time to heal, plus Jackson wouldn't know where the hell he'd gone. Oh right. Jackson.


The boy had been caught up in his own thoughts, so he didn't hear what Lee said. The next thing he heard was Claire whimpering about not hurting her Granny. Why was she trying to stop her friend? Did she think he was someone he wasn't? His attention was directed to her, she intrigued him. In fact, she reminded him of himself...and that caught his attention.


Next thing he knew there was a sharp pain in his shoulder. Adrian's breath caught in his throat and he turned back to stare to ghoul in front of him directly in the eyes, his own eyes showing a mixture of pain and confusion, but he didn't make a noise. This time he didn't scream, he simply stared, eyes slightly wide. His gaze flicked to the blue item that dug into his shoulder, his hands wrapped around it, and he tried to pull, but to no avail. After whining slightly, Adrian tried again, but again, it failed. So he tried one more time, taking a step back along with doing so, this time the kagune was dislodge from his shoulder, resulting in a yelp from Adrian as he stumbled backwards. He wasn't used to the whole kagune thing...he was used to having an actual weapon...


Blood seeped into his clothing, leaving him damaged yet again, it really wasn't a good idea to fight right now...but... His attention turned to the girl on the ground who was being shaken by the other male. What was wrong now? He looked forwards again, taking a few more steps backwards, then he ran at Lee, he ran in a straight line towards him as fast as he could. However, right before he would have been in range he jumped into the air, going straight over Lee and landing on the ground nearby behind him.


Of course his main objective was to look at Claire, the thing with Adrian was he got distracted very easily... If Lee made another attempt to hit him then he'd probably fight, or preferably run since he wasn't in the position to fend off three ghouls, but there was an upset girl behind him...and he didn't know why he'd upset her.


He stared at her like you would a small animal, it was like if he took another step forwards she'd run away, but he'd curiosity was evident. Turning his head to the side, he took a small step forwards, leaning to the left to look at her better. Why did he feel like apologising for something he didn't understand?

 

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"What the-" It was like Lee didn't have the time to react to Adrian's sudden movement. A second ago, he had the boy as good as his hostage, stuck beneath the blade of his kagune. Now he was being leapt over. "Hey! Come back here and fight, you damn coward!" Lee barked as he slowly dragged his feet past each other to see where Adrian had gone.


"Claire, look out!" Lee warned. Claire, who had simply been weeping quietly, now crawled backwards on her hands and feet as Adrian approached.


"I don't understand," the girl said, staring at Adrian in horror as he appeared to watch her. "I just can't understand."


"Claire, move yourself!" Lee was moving again, on his way towards Adrian with his kagune readily raised up in the air again. Despite her state of apparent shock, Claire obeyed and crawled backwards and into Taylor's arms again. Lee prepared his attack, roaring with all of the force his lungs could manage as he unleashed his anger on his target.


Swing...


Down, and-


"What in God's name was that!?" cried a distant-sounding voice. Lee froze mid-swing, his arm and kagune suspended in the air over Adrian's head. The look in his eyes, the sudden stiffness of Claire's face betrayed the same thought that both ghouls had at that moment.


It was Claire who spoke her fears out loud. "That's them, I heard it, it's the doves who was chasin' Tay and I."


"That could be them," shouted a feminine-sounding investigator back to the first. There were footsteps, not the same as the ones the ghouls were making before; these steps were louder, more rushed, and they were coming closer.


Lee dropped his arms and retracted his kagune back into his kakuhou, then knelt down beside Taylor and Claire. The girl crawled from Taylor's arms into Lee's and gasped as the taller man lifted her off the ground.


"Taylor, come on," the bald man urged as he helped Claire find her feet again. "We have to move."


"What about my granny?" Claire cried over Lee's words.


"She's gone. We're leaving." With one hand the man grabbed at the brick wall of the alley and pushed himself up, up, up, grabbing onto the edges of the bricks as he propelled himself to the roof. Claire wiped her nose on the skin of her arm and followed in a few quick movements, reluctantly abandoning Adrian on the ground.


He suddenly gave Adrian another sharp glare. "You can rot in hell with the doves. You sick bastard. Taylor, move already! You want to die?"

 

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She was crawling away from him, just like he had her earlier that fight, but...he wasn't trying to hurt her. Adrian didn't step any closer, instead just staring, blinking. He was in the middle of a fight, and what he chose to do was stare at some girl. It was dangerous, but he was known of doing dangerous things.


They had something in common, they both didn't understand. He didn't know what she was on about, and obviously there was something about him she didn't get. It wasn't like he asked for what happened to happen, he wanted to avoid it, they started it...it wasn't his fault. He was sorry. He didn't mean to scare her... Sometimes Adrian surprised even himself. He didn't need to apologise. These were ghouls, ghouls weren't people, that's what he'd been told. They wouldn't have done such awful things if they were people...


At the sound of Lee's voice he spun around, noticing a kagune directly above him. It was frozen, as was it's owner, and everyone around them... They all froze because of the voices, the voices coming from the outside of the alleyway. People. He couldn't let people see him. It seemed that the trio had the same idea, as Lee immediately gave up on Adrian and instead focused on leaving as quickly as possible. Claire seemed to have a protest, but she didn't wait long to leave. Were investigators coming? He should probably get out of there too, he didn't want to get killed.


"Ah, um. Yeah." Adrian's attention turned back to the boy names Taylor, who had just stood up, giving the shorter male a confused look. He stood there for a moment, looking Adrian up and down. "What are you?" The words seemed to fall out of the other's mouth, he didn't get why his companions had suddenly gotten so distressed. Maybe he'd find out later. Shaking his head, Taylor turned to the wall, jumping up and climbing swiftly, he couldn't afford to stick around any longer...the doves would find them.


For a few more seconds Adrian watched them disappear, his kagune retracting as he did so, he didn't need it anymore. There was blood dripping from his arm, soaking his clothing, well, the parts that weren't already soaked. Maybe he should go home. No, he couldn't, he was too injured. Though, he knew it would heal, he just needed to hide out somewhere for awhile.


Hearing voices again, the boy's head turned. Oh! That was right! Hastily he looked around, searching for a wall to climb or window to go through. Seeing a few jutted out brick in a wall, Adrian ran over, taking one last look behind him to make sure no one was there yet. Then he scaled the building with ease, making his way over the top. He'd hide out somewhere for a bit...and then go home later, he needed time to process this.

 

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A silent, lengthy sigh passed Jackson's lips as he stared into his lap at the screen of his phone for what must have been the hundredth time. As had been the case with every check prior, there was no answer to the numerous text messages that the man had sent to Adrian's phone.


What on Earth is going on? he wondered, cupping a hand over his chin and rubbing at the prickly blond stubble with a repetitive movement of the thumb. Nothing, no answer, no explanation, there was absolutely nothing to explain Adrian's sudden disappearance.


"Sure you don't want a cup of tea or anything?" someone asked suddenly. It was a lady, Jackson's middle-aged next-door neighbour named Elizabeth with whom the man was waiting for Adrian.


"Oh, n-no, no, thanks, uh, I'm fine," Jackson stammered, balling his fists and waving them up in the air to emphasise his point. "I, err, don't drink in the evening. Sorry." Evening. That's how late it was. That's how long it had been since Jackson had last seen Adrian, last told him, "I'll see you later."


It was difficult for him to conceal his worry; not once had he clicked the power switch on his phone, not once had he checked it without feeling his heart race and his face flush bright red. Elizabeth kept checking back, too - crouching down to peer over Jackson's shoulder, offering him different drinks and foodstuffs from her cupboards. Each and every time he found a way to decline, insisting that he keep his eye on the screen of his phone to wait for a response from Adrian. Come on, please...

 

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Finding somewhere to hide for awhile hadn't been that hard, Adrian had managed to find an alley away from where he was before and luckily no one bothered him for the rest of the day. He simply sat there, waiting, thinking. They thought he was a ghoul...right? Did Quinx often get mistaken? Well, they probably would, they did look awfully like ghouls after all. He was out of breath, this wasn't fair, he didn't usually get out of breath so quickly. Was it a side effect? Who knew. The pain faded the longer he sat, and the pain started to go away.


When evening came Adrian knew he had to get home. He'd made it to the CCG car park without being seen, opened the car, and drove home. Luckily, the bottom half of him was unscathed, well, apart from his trousers ripping at the knee, but he didn't lose anything he'd needed. That had he'd left his phone in the car, and he was so glad he did, it would have probably broken if he hadn't.


Driving home, he remembered something. The boy's eyes widened. Jackson. Was Jackson still at work? He'd been really irresponsible, running off and leaving the guy alone. How was he meant to get home? As he pulled up into their normal car parking spot he snatched his phone from the other seat and turned it on. Immediately the screen lit up with message after message from Jackson, Adrian couldn't help but smile slightly. At least he'd gotten home, right? He was in their neighbours.


The boy jumped out of the car and locked it, moving into the building, taking his usual way up to the ninth floor.


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Yeah, I'm here. Sorry. I'm in front of the door now.


He'd texted it before thinking, he just didn't want to make Jackson worry anymore. This deserved the biggest apology from Adrian, he'd been stupid, running off like that...he didn't even think about Jackson. Though seconds after texting the man he realised that there was no way to explain the state he was in... Sure, there was no obvious damage to his body, but...but there was blood all over him, he'd disappeared from work. Did Jackson even know about what happened that day? Oh god... His clothing was ripped. What did he do?


Adrian fumbled around getting the key out, he'd have to keep his back to the wall, if Jackson wanted to know anything...then he'd have to make something up. Damn...this was going to be more difficult that he thought...

 

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Just as he had turned his head away from the screen of the phone to stare out of the window, he heard a sudden, muted buzz from his lap. Shaken out of his thoughts once more, he fumbled around the edges of the device and laid it down in one hand. There's a text. A response. A message back from Adrian after so many hours of nothingness. Oh my God.


"Liz!" Jackson barked suddenly, feeling the sudden prickling warmth return to his cheeks as his face reddened. "Liz, Liz, it's Adrian. I - he - I just got a, uh, a text from him."


"Pardon? What was that?"


Jackson's grip tightened around the tiny mobile phone as his eyes skimmed over the carefully-typed words again. Was that right? Was it really Adrian? Had he understood properly? Yeah, it looks like Adrian's word choice... So if he was in front of the door, then the boy would be less than fifteen metres away from Jackson. He's right there!


"Oh, um, Adrian. He's, he's texted me and he's... Outside. Of our apartment. Uh, now."


"Oh!" Though she was stood around the corner, behind him, Jackson felt as though he could hear the smile on her face through the sudden exalamation. "Is that right? All right, hold on, I'll just put this cloth away and then I'll let you out."


"Thanks..." There was a scuffling noise behind Jackson as Elizabeth tore herself away from the kitchen counter, stowing away a number of utensils on her way to the door. Jackson utilised this time by tapping out a quick reply on his phone - oh god, you're alive. okay, omw one sec.


The door cracked open and Elizabeth pulled it at the handle to create a gap wide enough for Jackson. He exchanged a quick "thank you, bye," with her before speeding out into the corridor and rounding a corner to his own apartment door.


"Adrian!" he called out as he continued forwards. "Adrian, are you-" Stop. Jackson froze on the spot as he caught sight of his friend standing before him. Torn clothes. Covered in blood. A strange expression on his face. Oh my God.

 

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When Adrian heard a door open and someone come around the corner the boy was already unlocking his door, he didn't know how he felt at that moment...it was as if he needed something, but he didn't know what that something was. Maybe he was hungry? He hadn't eaten since this morning. Yeah, it was probably just that. He could get some food when he got inside.


Just as he was about to step into the apartment he heard Jackson's voice, the other sounded excited to see him, but cut himself off immediately. Why was that? Adrian turned his head to look at his friend, smiling brightly, he was glad the other had gotten home.


"Jackson!" He exclaimed, dropping his hands to his side, though he rather surprised look on the man's face started to confused Adrian, making him turn his head to the side. "Huh? What's..." He looked down, remembering again that his clothing was still ripped and covered in blood. "Oh." How did he explain this? He couldn't tell Jackson what happened, so...so what did he say to him? Think. Think! "Ah. Um. I know...looks bad right?" He giggled, placing his hands behind his back and keeping that familiar smile on his face. "It's fine though! You don't need to worry! I just...I caught myself on something today and this kinda happened. It bled for awhile, and when we were testing kagune that bleeds as well so...yeah. I'm fine though, honest!"


For a few more seconds he just stood there, looking as cheerful as ever. Hopefully Jackson believed him, hopefully he believed everything really was fine. "Um...I'm kinda uncomfortable though. So...I'm gonna get changed... What do you want to eat? Have you eaten already?" He asked, stepping into the apartment and motioning to Jackson to follow him. Hopefully the other wasn't in too much shock from seeing him. Adrian still didn't know what that steel was...or why that had happened, but it was gone now..right? That girl pulled it out. So, he was going to be fine...


He couldn't worry about that, it was best to get out of these clothes and get some food. Then he could apologise to Jackson and get on with his day...or what was left of it.


Though...how did he explain this to the Quinx squad? Should he even go in tomorrow? He had to. Otherwise he'd risk Jackson finding out something was off.

 

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Jackson finally dropped his head and nodded solemnly. There was something about Adrian's constant emphasis on honesty, the way he made an effort to laugh... He knew Adrian well, and something about this didn't feel right. It didn't feel true.


"Seriously? Are you sure you're okay?" the man kept repeating up at his roommate as he kept staring at the fresh bloodstains on his clothes. What the hell is going on? "Th-that's a lot of blood. I mean... Uh... doesn't it hurt?"


This isn't going to work. Maybe he was just being paranoid, overly cautious as he often scolded himself for being. Maybe he misjudged how much blood it takes to completely discolour cotton. Maybe Adrian was telling the truth. But he's acting so weirdly.


"Huh? What?" Suddenly the door was open, and Adrian was asking him questions about food. Damn it, stop daydreaming, he thought to himself, then went on his way indoors. "Oh, um, no. Liz kept trying to feed me vegan biscuits, but I've actually not had lunch yet. Err, why don't you just prepare something quick? You don't... I mean, you look a little too hurt to be standing and cooking for ages..."

 

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"Yeah, I'm sure." Adrian replied, "And it doesn't hurt. There's a bunch of side effects of Quinx surgery y'know... So, it's probably something to do with that..." He replied to Jackson casually, there was no point drawing attention to an injury that wasn't even there anymore. "Don't worry!"


He'd made his way to his room by the time Jackson had started to talk about food, yeah, something quick would probably be best...he didn't know if he had the energy to cook for too long anyway. "I'm really fine Jackson, you gotta believe me." The other was still worry about him, there was no point. He was really fine.


Stepping into his room, Adrian immediately threw off his clothes. However, the blood that had run down from the wounds hadn't miraculously disappeared, so he headed into the bathroom and wet a towel to quickly wash it off. In the morning he'd have an actual shower, right now he really couldn't be bothered.


After getting almost all of the blood off of him, Adrian grabbed some other clothes, slipping them on, and exited the room again, heading for the kitchen. "I forgot to do any shopping or anything...so...there might not be much!" He called to Jackson as he entered into the room, going through the cupboards and fridge. Wait, he still had that macaroni and cheese right? That would take long! He could cook that. The boy went to the fridge and grabbed the microwaveable packet of macaroni cheese, then headed to the other end of the kitchen to turn on their microwave and put it inside. "There's macaroon, if that's okay?" He wanted to keep the subject off of himself, it was better they didn't get onto him... He knew there was definitely something wrong, none of the other Quinx members had had such an experience, but he didn't know what.

 

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"Oh, yeah, that's fine," Jackson replied as he turned about and reached up to turn the latch on the door, twisting it into the locked position after it had clicked shut. The fact that he was able to have what seemed like a normal conversation was bewildering; there were so many questions to be answered, so many things to find out. What side-effects? Where had he been all day? Why so much blood? Knowing that there were important questions but no answers was infuriating. Goddamn it...


Whatever, Jackson thought, rubbing his hands together. There wasn't really anything for him to do now that his rather strange and unexpected day at work had been concluded. There was time for him to interrogate Adrian over the course of the evening, with questions carefully stretched out across the hours so as not to seem too suspicious. I might as well get to figuring this out.


"So, uh, Adrian," Jackson began, clearing his throat before speaking to draw the younger boy's attention. Making sure to follow Adrian's movements with his head, Jackson leaned his head backwards and spoke again. "Um, Jason said he hadn't seen you around all day when, when he picked me up after work."

 

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"Hm?" Adrian turned to face Jackson as the macaroni started to cook in the microwave,[/b] "Oh?"[/b] He turned his head to the side, doing his best to still act as casual as possible. He had to come up with something quickly to fit the story that he was telling...otherwise Jackson may get even more suspicious.


"Well, I spent a bit of time with the Quinx squad...and then since I caught myself I was with a doctor for that part of the day." He smiled, yeah, that should hold. No one could say otherwise either, they hadn't seen where Adrian had gone for most of the day, so no one could be sure of what happened to him. He wondered if they were freaking out over it...he hoped not.


The familiar ding of the microwave sounded and the boy jumped, spinning around and opening it up. He took the macaroni out, then dished it onto two separate plates. One for him, one for Jackson. He felt like it smelt a lot stronger than what he was used to...was this a different type or something? It should be the same... It didn't matter. They should just eat.


Adrian got out two forks and put one of Jackson's plate, then walked over to the male, holding the food out for him. "I hope I didn't worry him or anything... I was fine, just busy." Another smile, then he passed Jackson, moving over to the remote to switch on the television, he should distract them with something. "You want a drink?"

 

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"Doctor? And you left the car behind..." He was thinking out loud now, a hand cupped around the lower half of his face until there was suddenly a plate in front of him. Quickly, quietly, he mumbled his thanks and placed a hand under it to take it down to his chest. They probably had doctors on-site. Some of the guys in the labs were qualified... "Oh, and no, no drink, thanks."


With one hand, he scooped some food onto the fork and then shovelled it into his mouth. Maybe he should just calm himself down; he was overthinking, he was being irrational, there were other things to be talking about. Besides, I shouldn't be discussing the ordeal of blood and guts over dinner.


"Um, anyway. I think we're both pretty tired... Want to go to bed early after this?"

 

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"Mhm." He didn't give a full answer back to Jackson, there was no point getting too in detail, it might really make him look like he was lying. He took his own plate and headed back to the counter after turning the television on, placing the plate down with a quiet clank as he got there. The boy then shovelled some of the food onto his fork, he was going to eat it, but then Jackson asked a question.


"Yeah, I'm kinda tired..." To emphasise this point he yawned after finishing his sentence, he was exhausted. Today had been hectic, and he was trying not to think about it, but it was more difficult than he anticipated. After replying to Jackson Adrian took a bite of the macaroni cheese, swallowing it. Second's later his eyes widened.


Shit. What? It didn't taste like it normally did...and he swallowed it so quickly that he didn't take it into account. He put a hand over his mouth and hastily ran from the room to the bathroom. What the hell? He felt like he was going to throw up. What the fuck?

 

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"Adrian?" Jackson whipped his head upwards and craned his head in the direction of the bathroom. Too slow. He hadn't been able to see what was wrong with him. Was he sick? Was he hurt? "Adrian!"


Shit! Jackson cursed himself for being so immobile, for being stuck between his plate-holding hands and the stiff-wheeled chair on which he was sat. He couldn't just drop everything on the floor to go and see what was wrong... What's going on!?


"Adrian!" he called again, attempting to project his voice over to the open-doored bathroom. "What happened? What's going on!?"

 

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Once in the bathroom Adrian had dropped to his knees in front of the toilet and proceeded to throw up the contents of his stomach, which wasn't much considering that he hadn't eaten all that much that day... Still, he'd thrown up from putting a piece of food in his mouth, what the hell...


He didn't get it, he just didn't get it. Why was he being sick? He hadn't...actually gotten ill from that procedure, right? Or maybe it was just because of everything that had happened today. Yeah, it was probably that, there was been a lot of blood and trauma, it was probably something to do with that. It had to be...


In the back of his mind he had another suggestion, the food didn't taste right, he was craving something he couldn't quite work out, and now he was throwing up. He'd been fine up until that fork had touched his tongue. Adrian was pushing back the one conclusion that made quite a bit of sense, because...it just couldn't be possible, it wasn't possible, it just wasn't. Nothing was wrong with him. Nothing.


Once he'd finally stopped vomiting the boy leaned back, arms around his stomach. His eyes were wide once again and he was looking at the ground, obviously in a little bit of shock. Okay. So this wasn't good, sure, he could test it, he could eat again, check if it really was the food...but...he really didn't want to. He really didn't want to throw up again. It was probably just everything else that had happened, or maybe the food was off...but he swore he'd checked the label...


"Uh," Adrian looked up at the sound of Jackson's voice. Oh shit. He'd seen that. "I-I'm fine! " He called back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then flushing the toilet. Dammit. There was no way he could let Jackson find out there was something wrong, he'd have to push it back for now, worry about it later...but he just couldn't get it out of his head.


"Sorry." He reappeared after disappearing into the bathroom, eyes down on the ground, "I...kinda feel sick." What else could he say, maybe he should just get some sleep...everything might be fine in the morning, "And tired..."

 

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Jackson furrowed his brow and stared at Adrian, continuing to chew on his lower lip as countless thoughts crossed his mind. What was that..? He hadn't been able to move and see what was wrong, but the sounds he had heard, the urgency in the boy's movements, they had all said enough. He's sick. He's just thrown up, I know it. What caused that? It couldn't have been the food... It tasted fine to Jackson. Good, even. So it must have been something else.


"Kinda sick, my foot!" he exclaimed, ducking his head forwards at Adrian and raising his shoulders in defiance. Maybe if he could feel that far down, there would be a churning in Jackson's stomach, some kind of inner reaction to what was going on. Maybe he was reacting to it, maybe that was the reason there was a tremor in the back of his neck. Either way, there was something that told him: this isn't right. "What was that!? Adrian, if you're feeling that bad, take a pill and go to bed already! Uh, I mean, look at you... Y-you need it, really."

 

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"It's okay. Really.." Adrian replied, looking up at Jackson, "I'm fine." He smiled brightly, walking past Jackson and over to the kitchen again, "I'll go to bed when you go to bed..." There was no point in him going to bed now, he wasn't just going to leave Jackson out here alone, he'd been awful enough to the guy by leaving him alone today...he wasn't going to do that. Sure, his head hurt, he was confused, and everything seemed to be going wrong right now, but it wasn't fair of him to be selfish and go to bed without sorting out Jackson first. That was his job, he promised to help the other, he wasn't going to go back on that promise.


After emptying the plate of food into the bin, he wasn't going to eat any more anyway, and putting the plate next to the sink, he turned around to his friend again, smiling tiredly. "But don't feel rushed or anything. I'm not gonna die." With that he sighed and walked to the couch, this was too much for one day... It was too much for one week. Had Quinx really been a good idea? And why was it just him? Everyone else seemed fine, so what was wrong with him? Maybe it wasn't even that bad... He'd probably find out at work tomorrow anyway. Those guys didn't even know if he was still alive or not...

 

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After giving Adrian a hard, stony stare, Jackson proceeded to scoop up the remainder of what was on his plate and swallow the rest of the meal without chewing. This will give me indigestion later, he thought blankly as he continued, cleaning the plate within the space of a minute and then setting the fork on top. Doesn't matter. Adrian was sick, and the best home remedy for an illness like that was rest.


With one hand, Jackson awkwardly pushed himself away from the sofa and into the kitchen, where he raised the plate high above his head to slide it onto the counter ahead. "Don't care," he said quickly, using his now-free hands to move more easily back around to where Adrian was sat. "If, um, if you're not going until I do, then I'm going to bed. Uh, now." He couldn't just let Adrian make himself worse. True, a little case of vomiting probably wouldn't kill him, but it wouldn't make matters better after coming home late and soaked in his own blood. There was a flutter of worry in Jackson's heart again; Adrian hadn't even cleaned out his wounds. He hadn't even shown Jackson how deep they were, or how wide. I could dress them, if he would let me...

 

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Honestly, Adrian didn't expect Jackson to suddenly gulp down all of his food. It caused the boy to shoot up into a sitting position, eyes wide, that was bad for him. Why did he do that? Then the man came over to him telling him that he was going to bed now... Was...Was he sure? He didn't have to, he didn't need to, Adrian would be fine. He was going to say something, but he knew there was no point arguing this with Jackson, it wasn't going to help the situation, and he didn't want to have an argument.


"Jackson..." For a few moments he simply stared at the other, what was he meant to say? What could he say? Now he was just feeling bad for lying, he was scared, that was all, he didn't want this. Today was awful, and he was really worried that that slight worry in the back of his mind was was not just a worry...


"Okay." After nodding, Adrian stood up. He grabbed the back of Jackson's chair and turned him around, moving towards the other's room. It would be good for them to have some sleep. At that point he realised that he hadn't even asked Jackson about how his new job had been, and whether he liked it or not. Whilst they were in his room he'd do that, it was best to keep the topic off of himself anyway. Worrying Jackson further was only going to cause even more to happen, keeping the topic off of himself was going to be the best option, until he could figure out what the hell was going on...

 

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As always, preparing for and then finally getting into bed was an agonisingly long process, taking over an hour when daily necessities like showering and changing were considered. All the while, when Jackson usually would have complained about his discomforts and inconveniences, that night he kept firing the same old questions at Adrian. Things like, "You sure you're okay?" and "Why don't you go back to the doctor?"


Of course, asking the same questions provided the same answers, so eventually the older of the two simply gave up and kept his mouth closed until he was finally laid flat on his back with a pillow under his head. He exchanged his 'goodnight' wishes with Adrian and then sank back into the mattress, dwelling in the sudden silence and darkness of the night.


It didn't take long to find out that there was nothing new that was interesting or worth reading or watching on his phone - no texts, nothing good on YouTube. Instead, Jackson simply found and read a few chapters of an old favourite manga until the battery died, and then within minutes he was asleep and the night fell into its greatest depths.

 

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He felt awful. He felt awful in more ways than one. He felt sick, he felt like a terrible friend, and worst of all...he felt starved. Adrian didn't know why he felt like he hadn't eaten in forever, but it was hard for him to keep himself calm whilst trying to talk to Jackson. All whilst getting the other ready for bed he'd said as little as possible, his mind was racing in several different directions. At first he felt desperation, he hadn't been sure why, then he felt hunger, but...not just for anything...


Quite a few times Adrian had had to avert his gaze from Jackson, because he was looking at him like he was some kind of meal. He'd never felt this desperate to tear someone apart before, and it definitely had never been directed towards the one person he cared about most in the world. That's why he worked as quickly and quietly as possible, he was trying to get out of there, because every second he spent there with Jackson as defenceless as ever was another moment he was given to cause his best friend's death. It was starting to scare him, he didn't understand it and it was scaring him. Why did he want to eat Jackson of all things? That wasn't normal...it just wasn't normal. Humans didn't do that...


Humans didn't do that. But he knew what did...


When he was finally able to escape the room Adrian headed right back to his own room, it was the furthest he could get from Jackson at that moment, and keeping himself away was definitely what was best. He practically fell into the room, slamming the door closed behind him. His hands wrapped around his stomach and he felt to his knees, shaking and in tears. What the hell was this... This wasn't right! Adrian's eyes were wide as they darted around the room, looking for everything and anything he could possibly eat. Even now he was trying to convince himself that this wasn't happened, that he wasn't actually looking at another human as a meal. It just wasn't possible. He didn't want to eat anyone, not at all!


The boy's eyes landed on a bag of crisps that laid close to his bed on the ground, he scrambled towards them, greedily grabbing them and ripping them open. It was something he shouldn't have done, but he was desperate to prove himself wrong, so he took a handful and stuffed them into his mouth, forcing himself to swallow. The next thing he knew he was throwing into his room's bin. Dammit... Dammit! There was no way. He couldn't be... He just couldn't be...


There was a crumbling noise as he thew the packet across the room, letting out a sob as his around went back around his stomach. He couldn't eat that... But he needed to eat something... He needed food... He needed food now GODDAMMIT! Jackson was still in the other room...there was still a chance for him to get rid of this dreadful feeling. Yeah...it wasn't like it would...kill him...right? The boy turned his attention to the door as if he was actually about to do it, it...wouldn't kill him. He needed this. This would kill him. But it wouldn't kill Jackson. He could just apologise. Everything would be fine.


His breathing was uneven and his eyes were inhumanely wide. It...hurt... He wanted it to stop...


But...


Was that really how little Jackson meant to him? Was he really thinking about eating his best friend? Was he really thinking about eating anybody!? What kind of a monster was he?!


Adrian whined, his hands going to the sides of his head, fingers gripping into his hair. He fell fully onto the ground and curled into a ball, kicking his legs, pulling at his hair, and whining. He wouldn't do that, he wouldn't. Jackson wasn't food. Nobody was food. This wasn't real, it wasn't real at all.


Another intense bout of hunger hit him just as he was starting to calm down slightly, and in response Adrian squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a rather high pitched squealing noise. His eyes were open again in seconds, staring at the door with desire. Two doors away. That's all it was... He just had to open the door and- NO! It was like two people were controlling him. Adrian slammed his head against the floor, curling up into a tight ball, shaking intensely.


"Stop it... Please stop it..." He was pleading with himself, whimpering and pleading for this to stop, "I-I can't..."

 

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*teasingly waves a string of human intestine in front of adrian's face*


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Jackson couldn't remember when he had woken up, or even if he had been asleep at all. In fact, there were only three things that he could immediately recall when he opened his eyes: it was the middle of the night, he was in his apartment, and Adrian had been sick the evening before. Supposedly, things were as they should normally be. Waking up in the wee hours wasn't unusual, but those noises coming from across the apartment were.


One, two, three, four. There were footsteps - small, quiet and quick ones - coming from Adrian's bedroom. There was no doubt it was his friend; picking out his friend's light footsteps from anyone else's wasn't a particularly difficult task for someone who had known the boy for so long.


It's not anybody else, Jackson thought to himself as he stared into the lightless void of the ceiling above. So he's... Pacing..? No, those steps didn't sound like the slow, even claps of a man pacing up and down in thought. Wherever Adrian was going, he wasn't going far and there was an urgency in his movement.


What's that? There was suddenly a thunderous silence, thick in Jackson's ears, where the steps had stopped - but Jackson didn't have the time to relax his head again, because just as he began to have the thought that everything was over, there was another sound. It wasn't footsteps this time. This sound was a voice.


"Adrian?" Jackson whispered upwards into the nothingness around him. His heart was beginning to race again, and it wasn't because of an inner-felt excitement. He wasn't sure whether it was concern or anticipation. One or the other. Or both, maybe. But those high-putched wails whose meanings were lost between the walls didn't sound promising.

 

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Adrian probably would have stayed there all night, curled up in a ball and slowly ripping his head from his scalp, if it wasn't for the voice that he heard. His head snapped to the side like a hungry animal who had just seen its prey. He looked ravenous. At that moment in time he could have ripped anything put in front of him apart, his breathing was becoming more and more uneven, his movements sporadic, his whole demeanour represented that of a starved wild animal.


Jackson was awake... He didn't want the other to be awake, but his meal was just across the hallway. Imagine that. Fresh flesh. He could dig his teeth into fresh flesh. That'd be amazing, to eat something would be incredible. He could only imagine how great it would be. It wasn't like he planned on killing Jackson or anything like that, it wasn't like he needed all of his flesh. It wouldn't even be that bad. The guy wouldn't scream or anything, it wouldn't even feel like he was biting his friend, Jackson couldn't feel it. He'd never even know if Adrian sneaked in. Sure, he might feel awful for awhile, but feeling guilty was better than the agony he was in at the moment. He just needed to eat, it would be better than killing someone for food, wouldn't it? Come on... Just a little bit...


By this point Adrian had clambered to his knees, eyes attached to the door. Food. It wasn't that bad. It was fine. But, doing that would be betraying Jackson, he'd be showing him that he was willing to eat him if he had to. He'd give his life for that guy. So why would he even consider this? But only a little bit. Only a tiny bit. It wasn't betrayal, Jackson would understand! Or... Or he'd tell the CCG and get Adrian killed. If he did something like that would Jackson report him and basically kill him? The realisation stopped the boy in his tracks, he sat there blinking, wondering if that would be the case were he to take a bit of out his friend. No, that didn't matter! Because if he did that then he'd kill Jackson instead and eat him! If he was dead he couldn't tell anyone anything else!


No! No no no! This wasn't him, he wasn't going to kill Jackson, he'd never kill him, he'd never even hurt him. Adrian shook his head, sitting up on his knees, hands over his ears. No...No...NO...


It was just a bite.


It wasn't worth it.


This was ridiculous.


He wouldn't even feel it.


He couldn't do this.


But...it hurt so much...


The boy completely ignored Jackson calling his name, it was the only safe thing to do. If he replied he risked them getting into a conversation, he risked himself going into that room and hurting the other. He wouldn't...he couldn't... Adrian started rocking backwards and forwards, his arms around his diaphragm. There was an odd smile on his face, it was something mad, his wide eyes had a mixture of pain, fear, confusing, and excitement in them, it was hard to control himself. He couldn't help but let out a quiet sort of laugh, but it didn't sound like the sort of thing you'd hear when something thought something was funny, it sounded afraid, upset...hurt...


Just eat him... Everything would go away...


Everything was screaming at him to burst into Jackson's room and tear at his flesh, it's what his whole body wanted...but...he didn't want that.


His eyes went back to the bag of crisps that he thrown. Maybe he could... That was crazy. Who cared?


Adrian forced himself to his feet and he practically fell across his room, grabbing the bag of crisps and holding them in front of him. His head turned to the side as he looked down, eyes holding an expression that could convince most he didn't know what he was doing to himself by eating the crisps...but he did.


He just wasn't done trying.


Convincing himself he'd actually eaten something was hard, sure, but he might be able to do it...


With his back up against the wall, Adrian again started to devour the crisps, quickly and greedily, though seconds later he was wanting to throw up again. His hands were over his mouth, he was whimpering, trying not to make too much noise, but...he couldn't help it. Then he was at the bin again, vomiting bile at this point. Idiot. Yet he did it to himself again and again, each time trying to force his body to keep the food down instead of throwing it up...but it just wasn't happening.


There was only one thing he wanted.


And he wasn't prepared to let himself have it.

 

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u write so well and i'm here just basically chucking random words into a document and hoping they make sense


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Jackson grabbed at the duvet on top of him and pulled upwards, cradling the mass of cotton over the top of his chest. He needed something in his arms to keep them busy as the rest of his body froze in an attempt to listen.


What was that? His chest seemed to tighten as more, yet more noises came echoing through the crack under the door. Something was up, Jackson had already established that. Something wasn't quite right. It was strange. It was frightening. What's wrong with him?


There was a real sense of dread manifesting in Jackson's throat now. If Adrian was sick, if he was suffering that badly, what was going to happen? It isn't fair. Adrian spent so much time with Jackson; every single day, so many hours were sacrificed for his sake, and now that Adrian was in trouble, it was Jackson's turn to do something. But what the hell can I do!? As usual, he was trapped, trapped in his own bed with no means of getting out to Adrian. Goddamn it! There has to be something, anything I can do, surely... Those sounds weren't getting any quieter, nor did they give the impression that everything would be fine. Oh God...


"Adrian!" Jackson finally dared to speak aloud rather than whisper, hearing his own words like they were being spoken into his ear. It made him shiver; he was not used to sounding so loud, so clear. But he carried on anyway, because Adrian needed his help, he knew it. "Adrian! Wh-what's going on? What's wrong? It's - it's okay, you can come in here."

 

[Yoki]

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What did Adrian really want to do when he heard Jackson's voice? Well, he wanted to run into the man's room, jump on his bed, and curl up next to him. Why? Because he was afraid and he didn't want to be alone. Jackson would give him the support he needed, he just had to go to him...and that was problem. He couldn't. He couldn't go and do that.


His hands were still covering his mouth, he'd finished the crisps, and thrown them up into the bin in front of him. He had nothing else to keep him occupied, and now he was craving more than ever. Did he just make it worse for himself? He really was an idiot.


Adrian was rocking back and forth, eyes wide in fear, shaking, hands over his mouth, whimpering. He wanted to go see Jackson, and Jackson said he could. He said it was okay, it was okay... Anything was better than staying in this room with this hunger than was consuming him. He'd just tell Jackson he was fine and that the man needed to go back to sleep...


The boy somehow managed to crawl out of the corner of his room and stand, one hand around his stomach. The clicking of his bedroom door could be heard as he exited and made his way across the hall, dragging his feet. He put a hand on Jackson's door, his hunger intensifying tenfold and making him wince. No. No he wouldn't eat Jack. He was just going to tell him he was fine.


"J-...Jackson?" Adrian asked, opening the room and staring into darkness. He could smell it, human...he could smell it. His eyes were stared and mad, darting around the room in search of the human. Where was he? Where was his food!?


Oh god.


He closed his eyes, put a hand to his head and shook his, nearly falling over in the process. Jackson was not food. He never would be.


"Sorry..." He mumbled, about to speak again when he had to cover his mouth, he felt awful... "Did...I wake you up?" An involuntary giggle came from the boy, but it was much more maniacal than normal. That he couldn't stop, it was something that came along with this awful feeling of starvation... His food was right in front of him.


"Please just...please go back to sleep... I'm gonna go back to bed anyway now... So...you probably should too..."