[The scars he has are the reason why he'd dropped healing Makoto's at their first meeting. They're an important piece of someone, a map of who they'd been, a differentiation between the old and new. He still doesn't know why Makoto is possessive of his own scar, of the way his head is stitched on, but Kazuya knows when it comes to himself, it's because he'd gotten them when he was human. They were proof that he was, at one point, human. That even if he is as he is now, that humanity is kept permanently etched on his body, each struggle he'd gone through and come out of stronger for, until the end of it all. Of his humanity.
To him, getting rid of them is the same as getting rid of himself. Frequently, when Abel's memories surge and well up within him, he has to tell himself that although Abel is him, he's not Abel. But those scars? They prove that Kazuya Minegishi was alive and real, and still exists in him, is still him, even with the lack of soul, the lack of humanity. So long as his body is around as proof, he hasn't lost that.
Kazuya makes another noise at another sharp bite, though this one is far more quiet, more measured now that he knows what to expect. This is, in fact, what he asked for. What he encouraged. To rewrite the connotation of being bitten, of being... Well, prey isn't the right word, since he's still that, in this context, but to be far more seriously predated upon by things that could actually kill him at the time. Things he couldn't simply ask to stop, to be given a moment to collect himself because if he didn't fight he wouldn't survive, and isn't that just the reason for this mess in the first place?
He has ever been a survivor. Just more so in the lockdown than before. Yet he doesn't fight back against Makoto, lets the thrill of these blunt and human teeth sink into him again and again, let them sing against his blood as the adrenalin washes over him.
Maybe he's just a fucked up adrenalin junkie, and doesn't know it.
Maybe that's why he gives a small chuckle as Makoto asks him that. Asks him to promise that no matter what happens, Kazuya won't die. That he can't be killed. It's not a malicious sound, nor is it amused. It's appreciative. Again and again and again, Makoto proves to Kazuya that his trust in this demon isn't misplaced. That despite being a demon, Makoto is just as human as he is, in spirit, if nothing else.
He thumbs the back of his neck gentler, voice calm and even as he speaks.]
You won't kill me. Or, if by some miracle you managed it, I'd just come back in just a few minutes. Seconds? Hours? [This time he laughs with amusement, because he really isn't sure.] Point is, I'd be back to pester you with my being a shitty demon after too long.
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To him, getting rid of them is the same as getting rid of himself. Frequently, when Abel's memories surge and well up within him, he has to tell himself that although Abel is him, he's not Abel. But those scars? They prove that Kazuya Minegishi was alive and real, and still exists in him, is still him, even with the lack of soul, the lack of humanity. So long as his body is around as proof, he hasn't lost that.
Kazuya makes another noise at another sharp bite, though this one is far more quiet, more measured now that he knows what to expect. This is, in fact, what he asked for. What he encouraged. To rewrite the connotation of being bitten, of being... Well, prey isn't the right word, since he's still that, in this context, but to be far more seriously predated upon by things that could actually kill him at the time. Things he couldn't simply ask to stop, to be given a moment to collect himself because if he didn't fight he wouldn't survive, and isn't that just the reason for this mess in the first place?
He has ever been a survivor. Just more so in the lockdown than before. Yet he doesn't fight back against Makoto, lets the thrill of these blunt and human teeth sink into him again and again, let them sing against his blood as the adrenalin washes over him.
Maybe he's just a fucked up adrenalin junkie, and doesn't know it.
Maybe that's why he gives a small chuckle as Makoto asks him that. Asks him to promise that no matter what happens, Kazuya won't die. That he can't be killed. It's not a malicious sound, nor is it amused. It's appreciative. Again and again and again, Makoto proves to Kazuya that his trust in this demon isn't misplaced. That despite being a demon, Makoto is just as human as he is, in spirit, if nothing else.
He thumbs the back of his neck gentler, voice calm and even as he speaks.]
You won't kill me. Or, if by some miracle you managed it, I'd just come back in just a few minutes. Seconds? Hours? [This time he laughs with amusement, because he really isn't sure.] Point is, I'd be back to pester you with my being a shitty demon after too long.