the price is what? || tag: hannibal

[HARUTO NIWA]

He ran a hand through his already messy orange hair once again in front of the mirror, before turning to the now one-foot robot sitting on his bed. Iku was originally two-feet long, but with Haru's need to go into the city, he had to find some way to shrink Iku. Hence, he developed something in Iku, so the little robot can shrink. When he was in that mode, though, Iku couldn't use many of his features such as the blasts in his arm, but it was alright. He had the features he needed, Haru just found it incredibly uncomfortable without Iku near him, and a little robot walking around on its own in Oyama City was bound to get stares. The first time Haru let Iku do that a little girl ran away screaming and Haru had to leave Iku behind in his dorm room (which got the little robot to sulk at him for a day). So he developed the shrinking mode, so he could still be with Iku even during his trips into the town. Not to mention he felt less vulnerable with the little robot around.

Which was why he had a shoulder bag opened as he walked to the bed, smiling at the small robot. "Well, you're done, get in here," he said, grinning as Iku hopped onto the open bag with glee, fitting perfectly as he seated himself inside, head sticking out. Haru often let him do that, just so Iku can keep an eye out, and possibly look around the city. Iku did have feelings, yes, having been programmed that way. He wasn't really close to a human, but he had feelings of protectiveness and curiosity – really, he was like Haru in a lot of ways. The one big difference was that Haru was human and Iku wasn't, and Iku couldn't really 'talk' but Haru understood him. It's why he talks to the little robot. As sad as it sounds, Iku was the closest thing to a best friend Haru could ever have.

Smiling down at the machine, Haru stood up and started walking towards the door, double checking his things as he did. Suddenly reminded of something, he stopped in the middle of turning the doorknob, looking back down at Iku. "Remember, Iku, no funny stuff. No moving while someone's looking, no grabbing attention from anyone, alright?" he said, looking down at Iku with a stern face until the machine nodded (though he could tell he was a bit disappointed). Haru gave him a wide smile before walking out of his dorm room and out of the Academy.

The orange-haired underclassman was strolling around the shopping district, often stopping at a nearby store to gaze at it longingly. Guh, if only he had a lot of money, he wouldn't be as conscious as he was. Haru was … well, rather insecure. There were times where he found himself fussing over his looks, trying his best to look as decent as possible. He found himself longing over gadgets on display, just looking at them with every intention to take them apart and examine, manipulating it to work better, maybe even copy the parts to make Iku work faster. That was exactly what he was doing at present, headphones around his ears, music playing though not as loud so he'd still be able to hear the people around him. He looked at an upgraded version of his current music player behind the display case and sighed. He wished he was rich. He wished he could get rid of his monetary troubles. He wished he didn't have to get a job in the Academy to actually get by.

But he wasn't rich or whatever and he surely wouldn't be able to land a huge amount of gold any time soon. He was discontent with his lifestyle, though. How he wished he'd get adopted by some sort of millionaire of some sort. With one last look, Haru stuck his hands into his jean pockets and walked away, passing a couple of stores. He wasn't really sure what to do with his money. He wanted to buy something, the money in his wallet itching to be spent.

In the end, he found himself in front of a hotdog stand, about to get the hotdog, when –

"Mommy mommy, look! It moved! It moved!"

He could feel the looks on him – well, no on his bag. Haru looked beside him only to see a young girl pointing at Iku, telling her again and again that it did move, that it did look at him and can they please get on of them? Panicking, Haru instantly grabbed the hotdog and just as he was about to leave the scene, the girl was shouting again, telling her mom it looked at him again. Mentally cursing the little machine, he ignored the girl completely who seemed intent on wanting something like Iku, as she jumped up and down, Haru hurriedly walking down the street until he stopped a couple of blocks down. Deserted. Thank god. He slumped onto a bench, with his bag seated next to him, biting at the hotdog in his hand as he glared at Iku.

"What were you thinking?! I said not to move!" He glared at the machine who just hung its head down. Haru sighed, before patting the little robot on its head. "Really, this is a small town so they'll be bound to notice you moving your head in that way." No, it didn't really register to him someone could see him talking to a supposedly inanimate object.

[HANNIBAL HUGHES]

I LOVE LITTLE GIRLS BOYS

i love little girls boys they make me feel so good. i love little girls boys they make me feel so bad. when they're around they make me feel like i'm the only guy in town. i love little girls they make me feel so good. they don't care if i'm a one way mirror. they're not frightened by my cold exterior. they don't ask me questions. they don't want to scold me. they don't look for answers. they just want to hold me. isn't this fun. isn't this what life's all about. isn't this a dream come true. isn't this a nightmare too?

i'm the big bad wolf and you're my little sheep.

Weed was one of the greatest things man could ever smoke. Right next to a premium cigarillo, that is. It was just… so spectacular! Life had never been easier for Hannibal than when he'd found weed. Before it'd been difficult, pretending to be someone he wasn't. It was hard to swallow his hatred and his bitterness, difficult to force a smile. And even more difficult to live among these useless piles of flesh, to interact with them. It had been so easy before the weed to just submit to his hate and to destroy everything in his path. Before the weed he had been uncontrollably violent, unable to stop himself or calm his lust for revenge. But now though? Some days he almost forgot why he was really in Oyama, why he was really doing the weed, who he really was. It made things so much simpler when he was completely baked. He was relaxed and easy going. His tolerance of humans skyrocketed when he'd smoked a joint or taken a few hits from the bong. He was more in control of himself when he was on the drugs, and it was just wonderful. Sure there were some side effects though, the main being his boosted sexual drive. He'd never really been all that big of a pervert and he'd hardly touched anyone but his dedicated lover. But with Giovanni dead and the weed's help, he just couldn't keep his hands off of people.

That was probably why he had been kicked out of the house for the evening. he'd gotten a little too touchy-feely with Arthur and pissed the werewolf off. Eh but whatever, the evening was nice. The sun had almost completely set by now, only soft rays illuminating the sky. He was alright to venture out now. It was only really when the sun was risen high that it'd give him serious problems. but right now? hell nah, the only thing he needed to do was wear a pair of shades until it was completely dark.

and he was.

he couldn't really recall where he'd gotten these sunglasses from, they weren't his usual aviators. they were small and pink with heart shapes for the actual shades. he seriously couldn't remember where they were from. maybe his roommate's or something he'd kept form a recent fling? his mind was drawing a blank and all he could resolve was that they looked amazing on himself. he'd found them in the pocket of his jeans, a rather loose pair of denims that sagged to show his boxers. tonight was a lazy night for him, these dirty jeans and some tee he'd taken out of arthur's room all he really wore. the flipflops he had on slapped the pavement with every step he took, slinking down the sidewalk of the city in an aimless manner. he currently had one hand shoved in his pockets, fiddling with the plastic baggie hidden away with a fresh rolled joint inside. the other held a super size McDonald's cup filled with a mixture of kool-aid and blood. his shoulders were slightly hunched in his slouched posture and his pale hair swept over his sunglasses. behind his shades his gaze flickered about, bouncing between watching the pavement pass under his feet to up ahead of him. every once in a while he would take a sip of his drink, smacking his lips loudly afterwards.

he wasn't all too sure where he was heading tonight, no plan exactly scheduled out. honestly he hadn't intended on even leaving the house. but after pissing arthur off he had decided it was best to run off and let the werewolf cool his engines. he didn't like to see arthur angry with him but it was just so hard to say sorry. they were the most difficult words in any language for him to pronounce, even when he knew he should. but eh in a few hours the other would be fine and he could return home. until then he just needed to find himself some entertainment.

here he slowed his steps, coming to a complete stop. lifting his head he looked around at his surroundings. he seemed to have wandered to a less populated part of town, a block that was admittedly barren. the only living soul he could see was some teenager sitting on a bench talking to his backpack or something. haha how weird. humans could be such strange things sometimes. With a grin he began to head in the direction of this person, taking a few more sips of his drink. as he came closer and closer he felt almost a sense of familiarity for this young boy. his cuteness was... ringing some sort of bell and waking something else. he racked his brain for where he'd of known this luscious cutie from. and suddenly it hit him. the internet! from that chatroom he'd been in with some academy students. he'd done some researching after he'd left the chatroom and managed to find a decent amount of information on all four of the kids. thank god for inside sources, am i right? anyways this was definitely haruto miwa, one of the cutest of the bunch. oh happy day, oh happy day. he'd struck gold tonight. it was almost with a sinister grin that he quickened his pace, sneaking up on the teenager from behind.

once behind the bench he leaned over, draping his free arm over haruto and over his chest while the other held the cup at his side still. he smirked as he leaned over the smaller male's shoulder to look into haru's face. his eyes twinkled mischievously as he admired the boy's face. he was so cute hannibal could just eat him up. perhaps literally. "well hello hello, haru baby! fancy running into you of all people. can't say i'm complaining," he said with a chuckle and tightened his arm on the boy, drawing himself closer to his back. "you're even cuter face to face than i thought you would be. man oh man, i'm one lucky bastard." he gave a coo at the other before nuzzling haru's cheek with his own.

maybe it was a good think he'd been kicked out of the house tonight. if arthur wasn't going to accept his molesting then he'd just have to find someone else to. and it seemed he just had.

appreciation goes to CARSYN of CAUTION 2.0

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just a wet dream

panic meet the press

Start talking "a sensationalist" Oh he's slightly clever to just a certain extent If you talk you better walk you better keep your mouth shut With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun Well keep quiet let us sing like the doves

[HARUTO NIWA]

He pet Iku awkwardly, patting its head with a sigh. Now what was he going to do? He couldn't go back there so soon, and that place was the more … active part of town. He didn't want to go back to the Academy just yet, either. Maybe if he sat there long enough, it'll be okay. He just needed them to forget, or for people to spend some time thinking about it then concluding it wasn't real. No one listened to the so-called 'crazy ideas' of silly kids, anyway. They'd just think it was made up, that she was seeing things. Yeah, that was right. It didn't make any sense as to why he was sitting there on the bench, hiding from the rest of the people in town. He should have just brushed it off a while ago. People would believe him over a little kid, wouldn't they? But he panicked, like he tended to do, not to mention he was a horrible, horrible liar. Not that he ever told himself that, anyway. Haru tended to overlook his negative traits, just because it was easier to do so than actually face it.

Yeah, he was pretty much living in denial.

He didn't really think about his situation that much, though, for he suddenly felt an arm over his shoulder and over his chest. Holy shit. His eyes went wide at the sudden contact. That was definitely a man behind him. Dear god, was his sexuality that obvious? No, wait, no, he wasn't even that sure about it! This person – whoever he was – was just confused and this totally had nothing to do with his sexuality. But dear god was he invading his personal space. Haru was normally not that picky when it came to his space, but when it was a man, he just gets flustered and conscious – which was really what made him first start thinking he was gay.

He wasn't ready to tell himself that, though, and he was definitely not ready for the sudden affection. Nor how he was talking like he knew him. "Wh-what the hell, who are you?" he demanded, face completely red. He tried to get out of the man's grasp but he was suddenly pulled closer. "I'm warning you, I can – Stop that!" And the man was practically nuzzling his cheek, making him turn a brighter shade of red. With a sudden rush of strength (probably the adrenaline because truth be told, Haru wasn't really that strong), he pushed the man away, quickly standing up, short of breath and turning to the man, with a glare and wide eyes. Silver hair. Very familiar face. He knew Haru, and he was pretty sure he knew this guy. And then it clicked.

Oh god.

"It's you!" he cried out, pointing to the taller man. "The guy in the chat! The-The pervert!" He suddenly felt very vulnerable. Not that he was going to show that. Oh, no, his bright red face and look of surprise definitely didn't make it all obvious. "What the hell are you doing here? And don't try that shit again or I'll - I'll ... Don't try it again!" Yeah, he was as threatening as a puppy.

[HANNIBAL HUGHES]

I LOVE LITTLE GIRLS BOYS

i love little girls boys they make me feel so good. i love little girls boys they make me feel so bad. when they're around they make me feel like i'm the only guy in town. i love little girls they make me feel so good. they don't care if i'm a one way mirror. they're not frightened by my cold exterior. they don't ask me questions. they don't want to scold me. they don't look for answers. they just want to hold me. isn't this fun. isn't this what life's all about. isn't this a dream come true. isn't this a nightmare too?

i'm the big bad wolf and you're my little sheep.

It's cute when they start to struggle, embarrassed and panicked by the sudden presence of contact and so close at that. And with Haruto? It was down right adorable. From the bright red face to the demands and the glares, it was a d o r a b l e. Which was splendid for Hannibal but not so much for the teenager. So while Haruto was becoming frustrated, Hannibal was becoming amused, a large cheshire grin spreading across his lips and evident entertainment dancing in his rustic eyes. It only became more so when the teen managed to rip himself out of the vampire's grasp and stand up to properly confront him about the invasion of his personal bubble.

He could only laugh to see the shock in the other's face when Haru recognized just who he was. "The pervert? Oh come now, you know my name," he said teasingly before taking a long sip of his drink and listening to the boy's threats. "Or you'll do what? Beat me up? You're so adorable when you're trying to act intimidating, Haru baby. You make it hard to keep my hands off you," he retorted as he moved to quickly round the bench and approached the boy.His grin had faded now into a smirk, his eyes flickering up and down to take in the boy's looks overall. Pictures did the kid no justice, not holding a candle to how attractive he was in real life. Hannibal couldn't help but give a small lick of his lips before taking another sip of his mixed drink. It was set aside on the bench afterwards.

With both of his hands free he was able to, once again, pounce upon the boy. With a quick use of his enhanced speed he whipped around behind Haruto again, both arms snaking around the teen's boy. "Oh Haruuuuu you're so cuuuuute. I can hardly contain myself. I'm sure you understand though," he cooed as his hands began to dance across Haruto's body. One might have started to slip under his shirt, too. The man was quick moving but surely Haruto already knew this, hm?

((Sorry it's so shooooort. Didn't want to do too much GMing.))

appreciation goes to CARSYN of CAUTION 2.0

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just a wet dream

panic meet the press

Start talking "a sensationalist" Oh he's slightly clever to just a certain extent If you talk you better walk you better keep your mouth shut With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun Well keep quiet let us sing like the doves