I’m sorry I don’t know anymore lol
“I’m here because there have been reports of things prowling the forests in Miyagi. You should be careful, you’ve been human for so long you’ve forgotten the thrill of the hunt.”
Ryūjin grinned, his mouth was large, lips from ear to ear.
“What do you mean? What reports? I may be living as a human but you must remember I am still an animal, an apex hunter.”
Oikawa stood up and brushed his trousers down, looking at the tall, blue haired man. On closer inspection he realised Ryūjin had a ring of red around those slit pupils, his nails were not just black but he could also see hints of red and blue when the sun hit them correctly and his blue hair was a collective of three tones, turquoise on the bits that fell around his face, dark blue underneath and a lighter, royal blue on the top.
“It imitates the sound of a wounded animal, child or a crying baby. It attracts humans then kills them, barely eating any of them, instead it leaves the body there, a ring of blood surrounding the torn open bodies.”
Ryūjin kept smiling but his eyes narrowed and he stared down at the town, it was evident he was displeased.
“So it’s intelligent then? Probably not a human nor an animal, a god perhaps? Maybe a monster? The ring and the killing of the humans probably links to a sacrifice, yes?”
Oikawa sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Did he truly want to get involved with this? Well, it’s not like he had a proper choice, ryūjin would not be here if he didn’t need help.
“Mm you’re smart dear child! No it’s not an animal nor is it a human. I’m not sure if it is one of my kin however I’ve never heard of a ritual that consists of the tearing and eating of a human but yes, I believe this is some sort of sacrifice.”
Ryūjin’a expression turned sower on the mention of his kin. Oikawa wasn’t entirely sure what had happened between Ryūjin and the rest of the gods but whatever it was had caused tension between Ryūjin and the other gods.
The brunette nodded half heartedly, only half caring about what Ryūjin was talking about.
“You’re distracted aren’t you?”
The god pressed his index finger to the furrow of Oikawa’s brow, snorting as Oikawa’s immediate reaction was to lick the finger which made the brunette pause and flush bright red, covering his face with his hands and groaning in embarrassment.
“Well I’ll take that as my cue to leave!”
The blue haired man chided, laughter in his tone. Oikawa just rolled his eyes and waved goodbye to the man who walked into the woods and promptly disappeared.
Litten: i think Oikawa would look good dressed as a nurse
Godzillasimp: wtf
Babayaga: why?
Fuckoff: I-
Litten: well I was thinking about it right and Akaashi would look good in lingerie, Kenma in a maid outfit with cat ears and a tail and Oikawa in a nurse outfit
Litten: i couldn’t decide anything for Suga
You’remydad: how
You’remydad: why
TuTushima: I agree!!
Babayaga: Hanamaki in a tight cat costume 🥴🥰👉👌
Salmon: I-
Oikawa snorted despite the worry he was in. He had gotten to school after a pretty much uneventful bike ride after his run-in with Ryūjin. Luckily he had his first four lessons free before physics and biology which were his last two lessons and so he decided to sneak off, well I say sneak but in reality he was the head of a club and so he was allowed to do this, to the club room. The reason he was in the club room is due to the short little reality slip he had while in registration that morning, he blamed it on his lack of sleep but deep down he knew better didn’t he?
His slip was caused but a thought he hadn’t had in awhile, well rather a thought he had never had before all because he overhead one of the second you girls talk about how her grandmother had died.
Oikawa was going to outlive everyone he knew.
It wasn’t surprising really, he was of course effectively immortal. Well, he would die if he was killed but he had enhanced healing and it took a lot to kill him but that wasn’t the point.
He had thought about this before, way back when during Babylon and the Archimedean empire under the rule of Atraxerxes I and his bitch fits. God he hated that man with a burning passion.
Oikawa hated Atraxerxes I so much he actually grinned smugly and said “see you in hell” as the king died. Of course this dislike was not unwarranted, the way the man treated the Manticore as well as Simurgh. The bastard even went as far as to try and order his troops to kill the Huma bird but luckily his troops were not stupid and so the Huma bird blessed them with good fortune.
Atraxerxes was the biggest bitch, probably also the prettiest bitch he had met too this day and he had met Tsukishima so that way saying something!
The song switched, In The Woods Somewhere by Hozier started to play through his phone and the speaker connected to it. He pressed up against the plastic wall of the shower and slowly sank to the floor.
Hot water sprayed over him, turning soft, bark brown locks dark and wet. He shut his eyes and dig his nails into the skin where his neck met his chest, he dragged his nails along to his shoulders, not caring about the blood that dropped down his skin, turning the water an odd blue colour.
Oikawa had thought about it before. Running away. Although usually he never thought about it too hard, it was nothing more than a fleeting thought but now he gave it more than a five second glance.
He could pack a bag, buy train tickets and head to the sea. He could lie in the water under the stars again. Pure, natural, instinctive passion clenched his heart and his throat tightened. It would be so easy to just leave, his bag was packed for the trip he was supposed to be taking with the captains that he wouldn’t even have to go home. He had enough money that he wouldn’t have to worry about it.
Why shouldn’t he do it? What was the worst that could happen? He ran into Ghidorah and the fucker tried to kill him but he hadn’t seen Ghidorah for hundreds of years….maybe he should do it. Just get away from this all and go to the sea, an island where no one would find him and just be free. He could grab his skateboard and bike and just travel through the city freely, wind brushing through his hair, whipping at his skin.
Maybe he should do it.
No really, maybe he should.
Serious.
He should.
“I will…”
He spoke softly, without even realising it actually.
“You will what?”
A voice chided and Oikawa stilled. He had never heard this voice before.
“I will leave…”
He spoke lowly, not with anger or with the natural sharpness that comes with being an apex predator but rather with confusion? No that wasn’t it. He hadn’t spoken like this before.
The thing outside shuffled its feet, long claws dragging against the tiles. Oikawa could hear it wheeze, almost like a sigh but it was not human enough for the sigh to sound normal, as if it came from one person instead of a whole chorus of trumpets.
“Are you there dear wolf?”
He heard whatever it was flop down, well not flop, flop implies looseness but this creature didn’t fall loosely, it sat down heavy, it creaked and snapped as it sat down outside the stall.
“I am, little lamb.”
It’s voice was heavy, garbled. Ah, this was a GAME! He knew this game, how could he not? A beautiful two piece poem spoken rather than written, only those who knew this piece, who were alive during this time would know what the words were.
“Are you sad?”
He bit down on his lip, fingers twitching with perfect stillness, he wasn’t supposed to be still, he was born to hunt and yet here he was, surrounded by walls of plastic and hot water falling down on him like fake rain, like perfect rain but he hated it, this fake nature humans created for what reason? To wash? He did not get it.
“I am.”
It growled, rather it’s voice was growly, like it had swallowed gravel or had gone hundreds of years without anything to drink.
“What does it feel like?”
He pulled his knees up, one would think he was curling up to protect himself but he turned his head, pressing the side of his face against the plastic door as if to look at the creature that spoke.
“Like a long hunt with no kill.”
Oikawa could hear it scratch its claws over the tiled floor of the bathroom.
“I understand your loneliness, but…”
He shuffled a bit, gently reaching out a hand under the door and brushing the creature's fingers...or what he assumed were fingers.
“Stay away!”
It hissed and snatched its clawed fingers away, fear in its tone.
“Hush now. Rest”
He purred, hoping the calming tone of his voice will help calm the creature down.
Oikawa waited for a response but nothing came. He blinked. Had the creature gone? Why hadn’t he heard it leave? Suddenly an unsettling disbelief in himself set into his bones, had that really just happened? Had he really just talked to a hallucination while naked in a shower at school instead of going to his classes?
Quite possibly actually.
For some reason though, when he put his hand on the plastic lock his whole body shook. It didn’t feel like he was shaking because he was cold or weak but rather fear? Why was he scared though? He was Godzilla! The last of the Godzilla ok this Earth! He was the king of the monsters and so why the fuck was he scared to open the fucking door?
Oikawa slammed his head against the plastic, took a minute to breathe then unlocked the door and swung it open.
Something cold and wet squelched as it fell on his shoulder. He could feel something ooze under the pressure of his foot.
He turned to his right and proceeded to throw up his breakfast.