We'll Meet Again.. {P} Someday

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    The male smiled at Loki gently and let his arms snake around the other's waist, tail curling to warp around his legs affectionately. "Alright My Loki. But either way, I'll worry." He spoke gently, Dipping his head to brush his lips to the other's. Smiling softly in familiarity. "Promise we'll see one another again? Please my Loki?"

    Loki's eyes widened, pulling down the head again for a much more heated kiss making sure he was showing dominance towards the fox demon. The red head pulled back a few seconds later, unable to hide a sinister grin. "Cross my heart and hope to die." He promised determination never leaving his flame eyes, intertwining here hands as a sign he wasn't joking around. "You will take care of yourself, and you'll also keep up your hard work at the council." He pecked the others lips much more innocently then before a slight blush tinting his cheeks as his hot breath fanned over the exposed skin.

    Findley grinned, tail seeming to wag happily, nuzzling his face into Loki's hair and holding him tightly. "I'll do my best my love. You must keep yourself well too? Don't give your heart to another when you are away, understand me my Loki?" He murmured and pinned his ears as Salem called that the horse was ready.

    "Why would I do that when I know I've got you?" He questioned, kissing the almost faded love bite on the neck as a last sign of his affectionate action. "I have to go. Goodbye my love."nHe whispered tapping the tail in an attempt to make the demon remove himself. "Fin, I need you to let go." Loki said much more firm now as he glanced at the door.

    Loki gave the hand one last comforting squeeze before letting go, walking to the door but turning around by the doorframe a sad smile viable. "I'll miss you." He waved one last time, turning around and continuing walking towards Salem. "You said your ready?"

    Salem smiled at the sad scene, shutting the main door behind them both. "I did Loki... Let's get going my friend." He nodded, and led Loki to the horse as it waited patiently for them, tossing it's head as Salem helped Loki onto it's back, swinging into the saddle himself, and turning the horse, picking up a trot out of the territory.


    Findley watched from the door, ears pinning the farther they went, a hand raising itself to slowly cover his mouth, a soft sob escaping his throat, shutting the door and leaning on it, sinking to the ground, wiping at his eyes.


    (After your post, I'll timeskip a year, to when Findley is dragging himself home from the fight.

    Loki's heart ached for some strange reason, he couldn't put his finger on it but he felt like bursting out in tears. "I'll miss you too." He told Salem, wrapping his arm around the waist to keep his balance on the horse.

    (Time Skip)



    Findley snarled, lunging for the Jin that stood across from him, hackles risen vicious, he bore six tails, a viciously feral look in his bright eyes. The male snarled, taking the Jin into a tackle, the two begining into a tussle, screams and snarls exploding throughout the territory. Findley let out a scream yelp as teeth sunk into the area between his throat and shoulder, wrenching himself from the ghoul across from him and kicking, hitting the jin between the eyes, and spinning to sink his own teeth into the goul's leg, shaking his head like a wild dog, hissing out another scream as teeth sunk into one of his tails, twisting painfully and leaping to escape the bite of his opponent.


    His mind was in shambles, broken and confused, clouded with his alcohol intake. The male fought recklessly, and went head first into these battles. He tore away from the other, howling, throat burning with the scream as his tail tore, ripping free completely. Findley whimpered, instantly going into escape mode, darting from the raging ghoul as quickly as he could, panting as he slowed, the tail he had lost dripped and oozed it's blood.


    Wheezing, the male collapsed, he didn't know where the hell he was or what the hell he was doing here. He was terrified, sharp wheezing whines escaping his body as he panted, gashes digging deep within his sides, shoulder ripped, body tired and bruised.

    Loki gasped for breath as he woke up, clutching his heart and coughing up blood on his knees and hands as his wide, teary eyes scanned the clearing. It took him a few moments to realise where he was, everything looked the same as before, the same tree and flowers. Was he dreaming? Some kind of illusion perhaps? No it couldn't be, he was in the demon realm once again. It had to be, after all he did push one of the council members out of the way so he could enter the portal, and stole his weapon.


    He rubbed his head and wiped his blood covered mouth as he looked around, his black and silver motorbike now had dents from the fall he had been through while entering he realm. He once again gasped as a unknown sharp pain entered his body, it didn't feel like his pain though, but he was certain he felt it before. Findley. Loki jumped up, his black cloak hood covering his entire face and hovering just above the ground covering his entire figure.


    Loki pulled up the modern looking motorbike, as if fate it actually worked he growled immediately straddling it before taking off. He knew it was a risk but he sped off in full speed without any kind of helmet or protection as he drove but he didn't care he needed to see Findley. Will he take me back? Even though it broke my heart, I did cheat on him while my parents where still in the hospital for an excuse to why I didn't visit them for so long. It lasted until I accidentally said Findley's name while we were having fun. The eighteen year old came to a stop and hopped off his bike when he saw a ghoul/jin standing there, beaten and bloody. It gave him hope that it was the person he wanted to see oh-so badly, but after a minute or two of watching it eat before realising it wasn't his demon. He started in horror at the thing it was eating as if a feral animals. His Love's tail. "No!" He screamed out, falling to his knees as he pulled out the demon's gun which looked strangely like a shotgun. Watching in pure horror as the ghoul turned around, tail hanging from his mouth eyes red and black. "Go burn in hell!" He snapped angrily at the jin, pulling he trigger as soon as it tried jumping at him watching with teary eyes as it made a big hole inside the demon's head before falling on his skinny torso.

    Shaking in fear as he stood up, pushing the ghoul off him. The pain didn't stop burning through his body for some strange reason, as if hypnotized he picked up his damaged bike, straddling it like he did not too long ago. The road was blurry from the tears he was holding back, hitting the breaks as soon as he saw a figure on the rocky dirt path. Out of pure instincts he ran to the man with multiple wounds shaking him gently, he didn't understand at all why he actually shivered in delight at the touch of the strangers flesh. Was he that much of a sadist? "Sir? Are you alright?"

    Findley Panted, ears pinned flat to his head, nails (Now elongated in his own fear and pain) gripped onto the cobblestones of the road, eyes closed tightly before he was touched, eyes opening wide, the deep ghoulish depths swirling in confusion. He knew that touch, his chest welled. It isn't him... It can't be him.... Where the hell am I? He whined and closed his eyes again, calming his sped heart. His eyes watered as his tail tried to move, only met with plain as the shredded flesh touched the road.


    He moved just a little, kicking his legs in attempt to gain leverage, scrabbling uselessly. He finally gained his voice, but it came as a strained wheeze. "Please... I need to get to Salem...." He whimpered, Salem would fix this.

    "F-fin?" Loki questioned in surprise, flipping the male over to face him, thankful that the hood was still covering his surprised looking face. I'm an idiot for leaving him, i should've known better. "Stop bloody moving so much, your making it painful for me too!" He huffed as he picked the male up bridal style, stumbling towards the bike a smirk resting on his face. Over the past year he had grown taller, now standing at 5'9 (Just in case your confused why this happened, men stop growing in between the age of 18-25) and the long combat boots he was wearing made him stand at 6'0 which he was more then a little proud about. "This scene seems familiar." He teased, mounting the bike before carefully placing the injured male in front of him.



    "Hold on." He snapped coldly, double checking he would be safe as he took off in full speed without another warning. It should be just around the corner, if I'm correct there's a shortcut in the field. I think I can make it with my bike. He swallowed nervously, even though it had been a year he still remembered the route to the house as if it was yesterday, and his love's sad face when he left to go back to his world. Loki stopped the motorbike with a warning huff as he dismounted the bike and carried Findley to the doorstep. "Salem!" He shouted though apparently not loud enough because no one came, panicking as he looked to the demon laying in his arms. "F*ck this. I'm kicking down the door!" After those words he lifted a leg from the ground, making it come into contact with the wooden door with all his force. Out of pure luck he watched it fall to the ground. "Salem! Findley's injured!"



    (I was thinking, should we stop staring out the 'rude' words? It's getting kind of annoying to do it all the time xD)

    Yeah, the stars and filter don't matter anymore.))



    Findley gasped as he was picked up, lifting hid arms to support himself against Loki. Until he caught a whiff of his scent, nearly bursting into tears in his own drunk state of mind. Arms instantly moving to wrap around Loki's shoulders. Letting out a long keening whine. Nearly begging to be accepted again. "L-Loki... My Loki...." He keened as the bike stopped, the scent of his home filling his senses. His sides rose and fell at a rapid pace, ears perking in alarm at the sound of running feet. He began into a small thrash as he felt arms slink arounnd his waist, crying out softly.


    Salem's surprise was... immense, to say the least. To hear the slam of a door hitting ground, as well as shouting. What the hell? He raced down the halls. Eyes widening at the scent of Loki, and his own master's blood. "Master Findley...." He whispered and darted, arms wrapping around the demon's waist, gently taking him from Loki, until he began to thrash in his own alarm. "Fin. FIN calm down! I'm right here! It's me. It's Salem!" He shouted, attempting to calm the demon down.

    Loki's eyes widened, snatching the kitsune back and placing a leather gloved hand over the mouth and nose firmly, restricting the others breathing looking down at him with cold eyes lips placed in a sadistic sneer. "Calm down, Salem is going to help you. I'm staying beside you until I die." He whispered surprisingly soothingly, only removing his hand once he felt Findley go limp in his arms. "There, he's asleep. Please heal him. I'll be outside, finding a way to fix both the door and my bike if that's okay." His voice sounded dull as he passed the limp demon to the smaller his glare like ice. This is not the way I wanted to see my love, I know I deserve to be punished for leaving and half hearted cheating... But this? This is just sick.


    "Tell me if you need humans flesh, the council will take too long to get here. Besides, if they spot me there will be even more unneeded drama." Without another word he walked out the house, cloak still covering his skinny figure. And lucky for him too, since he had 'skipped' a whole year of his education he had to stick with cosplaying for money, and today was the most embarrassing one yet.

    Findley had whined, holding Loki to him before he felt himself loose consciousness, grip faltering as he fell asleep. His main tails falling limp. Salem caught him from Loki and looked up at the male, eyes wide in adoration and thanks. "You don't know how much this means Loki...." He whispered, repositioning the male before gently turning to take him into the closest room. "I'll call you if you're needed, the most he'll need, if at all, is blood." He spoke quietly, holding the kitsune close as he padded into the room, laying the male down and trotting out, puffing his cheeks.


    The male passed Loki outside at a stressed pace, entering the barn and climbing a ladder into a loft, and then proceeding to dig through a cabinet. Placing medical supplies into a bag and closing it when he got what he needed.



    When he reentered the home, he did so at a run, shutting the bedroom door behind him and pulling out a syringe. He tapped it to remove air bubbles and sunk the needle in Findley's bicep, squeezing the painkiller into his bloodstream. "You should really stop getting yourself into these situations.... It's been getting worse...." He whispered as he began working, taking a swab and alcohol from the bag, and swabbing the ripped and gashed wounds. "You're so stupid. Did you actually think fighting would bring him back?" He thought about it as he worked. "I guess it kinda did.... Actually..." He spoke with a thoughtful expression, stitching his shoulder as best he could. "Crap.... You're completely missing flesh..." He rolled his lip between his teeth.


    (Do you want Salem to take Loki's blood for Fin?)

    (Whatever is fine with me.)



    Loki watched Salem, slightly amused by the others constant running, he must really care for Findley for doing so much for him for so little in return. He turned back to his bike, scanning over it while nibbling his lip uncertainly. Nothing seemed to be seriously damaged, it was still rideable and filled with gas. "Jesus Christ, what am I doing here again?" He asked himself, running a hand down his face as he walked to the wooden door that he simply put to the side out of the way until he would fix it, which he refused to do in case he got in the familiars way. "Salem? Everything okay in there? Need anything?" He called uncertainly, fixing the cloaks hood so it once again shadowed his cold face, not wanting to show his disappointment to anyone.



    Maybe, just maybe if I leave now and try going back to my world Findley won't realise? Urg why am I so nervous? Am I that scared to mess up again? Loki looked to the ground shuffling around on his feet, now that he thought of it he still had someone to take care of. The jin that attacked Findley. "I'll make sure you'll burn in hell, filthy peasant." The words slipped out his mouth at the thought of the demon without him realising, feeling around in hia pockets until it came into contact with the box of cigarettes and lighter he kept close. I need to get to him before anyone else does. Well, I'll make sure Salem is okay before I do my business. A sadistic smirk had hidden as he walked into the house. "Salem, last chance. Either you need me to give you blood or not. I have a promise to keep."

    "Yeah... Blood is going to be extremely needed. Get in here." He spoke, cleaning blood from Findley's mouth. "He's.... gonna be missing a bit for a while." He spoke with a nervous chuckle, and threw the cloth into the bag, moving to start stitching up his side. "He won't feel me working on him, but he'll for sure feel it when you're blood enters his system, don't be surprise when he holds you. It's a desperation kind of thing." He nodded gently. (Sorry for late reply. Went and got some dutch.)

    After he heard those words he walked in, heavy footsteps echoing off the walls. "I need a knife to cut myself with." Loki said, only showing his out stretched arm from the cloak shaking impatiently as he looked towards the passed out demon, disappointment burning in his eyes. "I need to go somewhere, so can we hurry this up please?" He questioned, running a finger down Findley's blood stained face, pausing at the soft lips. "He's such a bloody idiot. Does tails grow back?" He asked only now focusing his attention towards Salem. I wonder how flame resistant jin are, then again. Does it matter? The out come is still going to become the same.

    Findley twitched at the touch, but couldn't move in his sleepened state, body quivering. Salem calmly handed Loki a scalpel, frowning, "Brace yourself though, when he catches scent you You're blood he'll get needy, especially as you being mates, if he takes to much just give him a little whack and he'll fall back." He tried to lighten the mood, not meaning what he said. "Seriously though, if he takes to much, pressure point his neck and he'll drop."

    Loki let out what could've been a huff or a chuckle at Salem's attempt to lighten the mood. He took the scalpel, pressing it into his wrist before tearing the skin with swift movements. "How long has he been getting drunk?" The hooded figure asked, watching with monotoned eyes as his blood poured into the mouth. Leaning down and whispering in Findley's ear. "Wake up love, I have an reward for you ~" He pulled back, wanting to see the red and black eyes that he loved so much. Even though i said I'll do it i can't give too much, i still need my strength to get revenge.