This is for my new friend, FragrantRose. You said you wanted blood for your birthday, and so here it is! I hope you enjoy this, and have a very happy birthday!
He entered the dark room slowly, dread bubbling up from every fiber of his being. Yuki knew. He knew it wasn't safe for him here. Despite his frantic pleading to Hartori and Shigure, Yuki also knew that he had no choice…it was what she wanted. As he stood in the middle of the room, he waited. She was here, he could feel it. So he just…waited. Arms wrapped around his ribcage from behind as a warm body formed and pressed itself against his back. He let out a small gasp as his body began to tremble in the arms that held him.
"I missed you…" The delicate voice whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down Yuki's spine.
"…Happy Birthday." Yuki responded, his words coming breathless and weak, as the arms held him just a bit tighter. "I…" He began again, his voice faltering in his throat. "…I didn't get you anything." He whispered.
"That's okay…" The voice cooed in his ear. "I already know what I want." And Yuki felt his stomach churn and drop.
The arms released him, and Yuki turned slowly to face the person he had learned to fear. Cold, malicious eyes met his, and Yuki understood immediately that there was no way out of this. Whatever it was that she wanted…it was already hers. He watched in utter horror as she snatched his wrist and, in movements so fluid and swift, drug something across his exposed arm. At first he felt nothing at all, and simply stared at the red fluid pouring from his arm as she brought it to her lips. Yuki let out a low hiss as the contact of her tongue on his wound brought forth the delayed sensation of pain that shot up and radiated through the rest of his arm.
"…Akito." Yuki whimpered feebly as he felt himself begin to grow dizzy and lightheaded.
Yuki slumped to his knees as his legs gave out on him, his arm still suspended by her grip. Fresh pain surfaced as the knife dug in to make a new wound on his forearm. His breathing became shallow as he felt her lips move to the fresh wound, taking more of what she wanted. Yuki felt his heart slow its pace as it unwillingly gave up what Akito had taken by force. His gaze fading and blurred, Yuki felt arms wrap around him as Akito moved to the floor beside him. She held his frail body next to her, continuing to lap the blood that ran down his arm as Yuki felt himself loosing consciousness. Where was Hatori? He needed help. Akito released his arm and rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it grew dangerously slow and finally…stopped. With a small smile, she gently pressed her bloodstained lips to his. Letting out a slow sigh, she cradled his head as a hushed giggle escaped her lips.
"Thank you, Yuki." She whispered quietly to the still boy. "You gave me such a wonderful gift this year."
The End