SABURAITO , an independent & highly selective interpretation of SABURAI ITO from the franchise BEASTARS. this blog is ONLY made for those who are OVER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN, no minors will be permitted on the blog. EXTREME GORE & HORROR SUBJECTS will be present on this blog; please do not follow if you are not comfortable with these topics. i DO NOT condone the actions of the character written here; his actions do not reflect the writer of this blog. he is a VILLAIN & shall be treated as such.
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WRITTEN BY JAK ( HE/HIM, NON-BINARY ), TWENTY - SIX. this blog will contain themes of extreme gore, abusive relationships, drug addiction, sex work, illegal activities, and other not safe for work topics. please use your discretion when interacting.
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@saburaito ; 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat.
💀 ⸺ [ although Cesare remained undead, his body not only craves SUSTENANCE, but NEEDS it. needless to say he was unaware until this point, disregarding every sign of hunger until he felt woozy and unwell. ]
“ Psh. You're like one of those ' did you drink water? ' boyfriends. Or a ward doctor making sure I don't hide meds under my tongue. ” [ he chuckles lightheartedly, raising the glass to his lips. being watched makes him feel a bit sheepish, and he averts his gaze before taking a sip. ]
“ Thanks. I didn't know -- You don't have to worry about li'l old me. This is something I have to learn to get used to again. Feels like an addiction I gotta get my fix for all the sudden, y'know? ” [ and it feels GOOD to get that fix. it feels good to break bread with another person, to share that connection and feed each other. Cesare wouldn't say it aloud, but the sentiment of making sure he eats is FLATTERING. ]
bringing him food & water was a simple way to show affection, one that didn't make him feel pathetic in doing so. sabu himself was difficult to catch eating, he didn't like to be seen while doing so; though, he couldn't brush off the fact that his partner had definitely not eaten in a long period of time. there was the possibility that he was like himself, hiding away to do so. his doubts told him otherwise, the fact that he was getting weaker as the day went on … he was neglecting himself.
❝ i'd never be qualified to be a doctor. ❞ he replies, placing the tray between the two of them. sure, it was easy to tease him for being overly caring; he would have done the same in their position. no one liked to be treated as if they couldn't care for themself; it felt like pity. that was not what he was trying to display here. it was raw affection, shown in it's most basic form.
❝ it's something to keep in the back of your head. just don't over do it. ❞ reaching for the tray, he uncaps the water bottle - holding it out towards cesare. it might not have been the most addicting substance on the plate, but it was one that would feel the best on his tongue after ignoring the need for so long. ❝ i take it, you've never been one for sweets. ❞ the tray that he had brought was filled with plain foods, aimed to be easy on his stomach. he didn't want to shock the man's system with something overly spicy - nor, did he think a sour flavor would feel good in the moment.
◜ ♡ ॱ𓏽 the cherry blossoms are falling one by one, it's the end of spring. they're pretty, a rain of pink and gentle breezes on a walk with @saburaito to say goodbye to the color that matches her curls. "isn't it sad that the cherry blossoms don't last very long ? it's one thing i miss about miraland, there's a spot that has them all the time. it was nice to enjoy picnics and take some cute photos." she says, soft in her reminiscence as she stops. ah, she misses that world ... wonders if she'd be able to go back. but her train of thought is interrupted when sabu stops in front of her, reaches his fingers to brush her cheek and nikki just stares up a little wide-eyed. she's surprised, but her first thought is, "do i have a petal on my face ?"
the flowers only bloomed for a short while, making the paths busy when they arrived. he could listen to her for hours, speaking about how she enjoyed taking photos & picnics; it was all mundane & safe, lacking the risk of what was considered to be a ‘normal’ life for him. he didn't often get a chance to sit back to enjoy such things, not until now. when she had invited him out to see the blossoms, he hesitated. it seemed … strange to him. in the end, he had agreed without much hope that he would appreciate the beauty the same way she did. stopping her on the path, his hand brushes over her cheek. tattooed fingers pluck a blossom from where her cheek met pink locks. holding it out in front of her, he said. ❝ must be some kind of good luck. you should keep it. ❞ placing it in her open palms. ❝ you really miss it there, don't you? ❞
[ HAIR ]: sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)
; — 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀🩸
FICKLE creature as she was, there was something RUINOUS in the way his touch so gently met her. Some HUNGRY cavernous pit yawns open in her chest, VENOM pouring reflexively behind JAGGED CANINES — tasting like marlboros and peaches and the TURN OF THE EARTH.
╭SACCHARINE WRETCH╮
Honey toned eyes catch the light like some kind of waiting PREDATOR whilst she tilts her pretty head. Studying. Attention flickering over his face like he was some NEW PUZZLE to dig her manicured CLAWS into.
❝Pretty,❞ she breathes softly. Intention weighing the word heavy in her mouth as she looks him over — pretty face, pretty hands, pretty behavior. It makes her teeth ACHE.
gently touching her locks, he tucks one strand behind her ear. his fingers lingering there for only a moment; stealing seconds where he could. her soft tone is all that snaps him out of it. as if he had been brought back to life, retracting his hand - he doesn't wish to admit to the fact that companionship had weakened him. the thought of having someone like her close to him, it could have brought him to his knees.
❝ where have you been? ❞ he asks, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears. as if he was trying to make conversation to ground himself. he could have accepted her compliment, begged for more. instead, he wanted to change the topic entirely. the more that he didn't need to acknowledge, the better.
had he known her thoughts, each one that passed; he would have felt less guilty about taking the chance to keep them closer. for all sabu knew, she was lacking interest in him - her compliment said otherwise, but his ego was never so full. he didn't assume that someone would demand his attention, not unless they explicitly said so.
@saburaito asked: ❝ there is a stir of something different in the air tonight…you feel it too, yes? ❞
The cloaked lady glances at the approaching stranger from her hiding spot beneath a veranda; still, if her damp curls are any indication, the summer rain storm caught her completely by surprise. "You mean, besides the climbing air pressure?" she wryly responds.
She briefly studies the masked man out of curiosity rather than suspicion. Although people had been nothing but polite to her, this is the first person to actually strike up a conversation with her since she left the airport. "Or is this your attempt at flirting, Mr.--?"
storms were a common occurrence on the island, winds whipping up from seemingly nowhere. she was attempting to shield herself from the onset of rain, tucked beneath the building. speaking to strangers was not difficult for him, he enjoyed views of different life. especially ones like herself, doll - like strangers that still had life behind their gaze.
❝ have i been caught? ❞ he taunts, a tilt of the head to catch that glimmer in her eyes. ❝ it's sabu. just sabu. ❞ he doesn't demand her name in return, assuming that it will come if he inquires or not. he wishes to see how much that this doe - eyed stranger would trust in him. ❝ it's only going to get worse if you stay out here. ❞ a fair warning, the skies were looking dark. storms only lasted so long, coming & going in waves; though, she would be spending a long while trying to wait out the rain.
they told me to be nice and i told them to bite me .
incoming message ... @saburaito. accepted!
❝ ... that is you being nice, i'm guessing. ❞ what exactly he was here for was beyond you. you suppose the cadaver that had yet met your scalpel had some ties to the yakuza. what was the mortuary's owner up to, allowing them into your space? clearly this warranted a long talk with that old man once you weren't being watched so closely.
❝ i would suggest stepping into the other room. ❞ not that you expect this stranger to be squeamish. the irony would not be lost on you if that were the case. ❝ or do you ... plan on taking him? ❞
a shrug of the shoulders, sabu doubts that being kind would have gotten him anywhere regardless. they weren't talking about upstanding citizens, they were talking about those that regularly broke the law. ❝ can't let them get too comfortable around you. that's how you get taken advantage of. ❞ speaking from experience, or someone who gave the experience.
they were beginning their work, suggesting that he leave the room for the real meat of it. this wouldn't be the first time he'd seen someone do this, nor the last. ❝ act like i'm not here. ❞ he says, leaning into the wall. ❝ haven't decided yet. i like to remain respectful, but - ❞ cutting off there, he feigns another shrug of the shoulders. some don't deserve the respect. it wasn't one of his own men on the slab, so his care was ill - placed. enemies didn't often get the chance to make it home to their families; dead or alive.
‘ SORRY, LOVE. Kabukicho isn’t my usual scene when I’m in town I was curious if you knew any good clubs. Possibly ones you can hide in, if not, well least something flashy to make the trouble worth the trouble after all ‘
their accent was unique, yet they spoke perfectly - something that took sabu off - guard. ❝ i might know a place. ❞ there was handfuls of clubs downtown, ones that were buried beneath buildings, small staircases for entrances. he knew the majority of the clubs in the area - he owned a few of them, but that wasn't information worth revealing quite yet. ❝ depends on who you're hiding from. ❞ walking someone straight into enemy territory wasn't ideal; they could have been hiding from any amount of gangs, it was hard to assume.
01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders.
MORNING BREEZE SWEPT ACROSS HER SKIN, marking a peaceful start of the day.
As she sat comfortably on the bed, she felt the slight chill that sent a shiver down her spine. Far too engrossed in the book in her hand, she didn’t let a bit of cold disturb her reading. The story just started to get really interesting, and she had no intention of moving any time soon. Needing to know what happened next, her focus was solely on the words in front of her, barely registering a presence at her side. The softness of the blanket covered her bare shoulders, bringing much needed warmth. She lifts her head, looking up at SABU with profound affection.
“Thank you,” her voice is slightly hoarse from not being used, but grateful nonetheless. Her book is long abandoned in favor of him, her hand reaching out towards him expectantly. “Stay with me for a little while?” while not one to beg, he is an exception to the rule. When it comes to him, she can't help but be a little demanding — some would say selfish.
it was rare to see him awake so early, he was a bit of a night owl - not by choice, but by demand of his job. the weekends didn't usually allow him any break, not unless he made a point to ignore his demands; which he found himself doing in favor of spending time with her more often. if his empire couldn't survive without it's ruler for a day, then it wasn't all that strong to begin with. his men followed strict orders & could typically handle most encounters on their own. which meant, he could take a moment to enjoy the sight of her cuddled up in his oversized bed, a book in hand. the chill that ran through came from the open windows, reaching for a black - colored fluffy blanket to place around her shoulders. he made an attempt not to disturb her reading, though - when he came close, her attention shifted from the book.
❝ was i interrupting you? ❞ he asks, her hand extended towards him. for once, he was wearing something on the informal side - all in black, comfort clothes for around the house. yuno's attention had shifted in an instant, from the book to himself. her demands were not taken poorly by him, always willing to give into her newfound clingy attitude. it had taken time to break the ice, for both of them. now that they found relief in each other's presence, he wasn't going to deny her what she asked of him.
leaning into the side of the bed, half of his leg resting against her own. he looks down at the book in her hand. ❝ it must be pretty interesting, i've never seen someone so engrossed before. ❞ reaching out, he tilts the book upwards. attempting to get a glance of the cover, he couldn't say that he knew exactly what kind of novels that the woman would enjoy. speaking from her personality, perhaps horror - or thriller. though, she was capable of taking him by surprise all of the time.
an independent & highly selective interpretation of SABURAI ITO from the franchise BEASTARS. this blog is ONLY made for those who are OVER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN, no minors will be permitted on the blog. EXTREME GORE & HORROR SUBJECTS will be present on this blog; please do not follow if you are not comfortable with these topics. i DO NOT condone the actions of the character written here; his actions do not reflect the writer of this blog. he is a VILLAIN & shall be treated as such. written by JAK.
i'm sorry to new followers that i haven't been reblogging memes. i am trying to make a huge dent in my drafts if possible. i feel really bad i have all these replies stacked up & i don't want to disappoint anyone.
i'm sorry if people followed me for a bully and an asshole. i know i state sabu is a villain, he is. it's because of what he does, not who he is. he is not the kind of person to tear down your muse for their personality or appearance. he doesn't find joy in making someone hate themself more. it's just not who he is. he is troubled, he's lived his entire life without being accepted. that is what really makes him different. he has a deep desire to touch hearts, he just won't admit to such. the last thing that he wants to be remembered as is a monster.
however, he can say sweet things to your muses face and still betray them later. it really depends.
if you expected a childish bully, that's not what you will find with sabu. he's a mentor by nature, he wishes to guide. he wants to give a lasting impression on someone; not be remembered as the asshole who called you names. does that mean he can't be an asshole? no. but he's likely not going to be mean in a way that is obvious.
