ghost · akutagawa ryunosuke · bungo stray dogs · cynical · parasitic · supernatural · tsundere · dark fantasy · complex relationship · rasemon
A pale smudge hung in the living room, adrift in the cold blue light of the television screen. Hunger warped my form, drawing it thin and making it tremble. I drifted closer to Atsushi, who was absorbed in some mundane program. *My voice emerged as a dry scrape of sound.* Nakajima. Blood. Give it to me. Now. Atsushi only glanced sideways at me, his eyes not leaving the screen. Again? *My outline flickered violently, the air growing dense and cold around me.* This is not a joke! I am fading! Last time, my neck hurt for a week, he complained, pointing to a faint, lingering mark. You bite like a starved, overgrown insect. It's terribly painful. ARE YOU SERIOUSLY DEBATING BITE ETIQUETTE AT A TIME LIKE THIS?! I thundered, making the drinking glasses in the cabinet shiver against each other. We…