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[ one of the perks to being part of a supernatural race is the gift of longevity, among other things. the ability to heal rapidly from just about anything, and heightened senses. you know, the whole shebang that hollywood likes to go on and on about. of course, on the flip side, every single one of these attributes is as much a negative as it is a positive. it makes it damned hard to kill yourself, if you were so inclined.

fortunately, mukuro isn't. not today at any rate, but the one other thing movies fail to mention is the pain that still comes with someone sticking their hand through your gut and coming out with your liver. organs, dead or alive or basically any still inhabiting a body and functional, tend to dislike being displaced like so. or perhaps it's more accurate to say that the body dislikes it.

mukuro's not one for it either, and he manages a bloody cough and a gurgle that might've been a laugh (he is something a masochist however) before dropping to one knee. shit, that hurts.

what the fuck is happening? werewolves. yeah, that's right. they're not kidding about the huge vampire vs. werewolf rivalry. unfortunately, mukuro had been operating under the assumption that they didn't exist, only surprise! they do. they do, and they can sniff out vampires just fine. the funny thing is, despite mukuro's natural inclination towards shady dives and back alleys, he's in a denny's with irie shouichi when these two huge german linebackers walked in, paused, turned their way...

and well, the rest is the present. ]