The silk stayed as fresh and smooth as the day he had purchased it on a whim, from the merchant. Ayame smiled softly, it was meant to do great things, this material was. He would make something interesting, colorful, vibrant, …hmmm, he stroked his chin softly. Something GRAND. Why! He knew! He'd make a piece of clothing for darling Yuki-kun, his favorite person! But, the pattern…He brainstormed unsuccessfully trying to bring up something his brother would like. Even LOVE, finally he huffed dramatically and threw on a coat. "Mine!" He bellowed grandly, granting himself the attention of everyone in the store. Mine popped up, from behind the cash register, smiling indulgently at Ayame. "Yes, Aya?" she said, while packaging a peacock feather skirt for a Caucasian woman. "I WILL BE GOING OUT! KEEP THE SHOP FOR ME! LET NO HARM COME TO MY DESIGNS! FAREWELL, MINE!" he flourished and slammed the door behind him. Mine sighed and smiled helpfully at a bewildered customer. Ayame strutted contentedly around the park, welcoming the odd and often envious glances of pedestrians. He finally sat down on a lonely bench under the outspread branches of a decroding Willow and began to think about the design. Something beautiful, lovely and intriguing. He bit his lip, in thought as a person sat by him. Turning, his childish eyes widened a small bit. "A-akito?" He rasped, trying to clear his faltering voice but failing miserably. "Hello, Aya. So nice to see you…HERE." Akitos voice was smooth and terrifyingly threatening, all at the same time. "Yes, uh.." Ayame searched for words. "What a pleasure." He finally said, Akito nodded wisely like an old gypsy woman, seeming to know your deepest secrets, Akito leaned back on the benches stone, eying Ayame curiously, the whole time. "So, Aya. Making a present for your DEAR brother?" Akito simpered, loading sarcasm onto the words that were already too sweet for Aya. "Yes, " He replied warily, feeling choked. "Remember THIS…Aya?" Akito hissed, handing him a snapshot, then jolting up and sprinting away on an athletes, thin legs. Ayame turned the picture over, puzzled and froze. A small boy with huge, sad eyes reached out for a silver-haired individual whose arm was in the process of yanking away from the baby faced child. Aya paled visibly, "Oh…God.." he whispered as he felt the nausea. He stumbled back to the shop, where Mine was just turning the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed'. Seeing his somber expression, she ran outside and took his hand. "Aya. What happened?" Aya shook his head, burying his head in the shoulder ruffles of Mines jacket, humiliated tears seeping down his cheeks. He only wished Yuki would forgive him. IM HYPER NOW! eating ice cream does that to you..yes, this is an interesting little drabble that amused me therefore I am... Please Review! and flames are okay...i'll just send it back and youll suffer from a burnt face! aaand they make GOOT appetizers for Wrath...R&R!