Enigma

Warning: Slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Black or Harry Potter.

Summary: He was an enigma, the little beauty with the emerald eyes and skills with a knife. An enigma with an cute face and even cuter ass.

Pairing: Riddick/Harry

Notes: Harry is 19, he left with the crew on the spacecraft to get away after the war. He's a Mercenary (Merc). He changed his name to Keiran (little and dark . Celtic name.) I may make a full length story out of this. Maybe.

Word Count: 510(only actual Drabble)

One Drabble a Day Challenge, Date: Thursday, September 3rd, 2009

Enigma

The crash had left me further away from the others, still stuck in my cryo-chamber and still chained. That is, until my little emerald eyed enigma had freed me. I don't know why he did it: he was clearly a Merc, if the black trench leather duster over the uniform and tattoo on his left cheek was anything to go by.

He had easily ripped through the broken door of my cryo-chamber and had sliced through my chains with an impressive set of silver claw like daggers protruding from his gloves. I had thought he was going to kill me—or try to, at least—before he turned and left afterwards. Completely ignoring me.

I, on the other hand, had been completely hooked.

He was one of the youngest looking Mercs I'd ever seen. Maybe eighteen, nineteen. Hell, I had thought the ager limit was at least twenty-six. No matter, he was no push over. One of the best, if not the best, I'd say, the way he killed those beasts that tried to eat the little kid, Ali. Johns seemed to have heard of him, too, if by the way he kept switching his eyes from me to him meant anything, I'd say my assumption of him being pretty damn good was correct.

But other than that, I had no idea of who he was. Or what. He went simply by the name Keiran, cute name for a cute Merc. He stood barely at my shoulders maybe a little over 5''6 but no where near my 6''3. The obvious height difference brought me such dark pleasure. His raven, short-cropped hair that reminded my of feathers was always covred by the hood of his black leather duster and he barely spoke, if he spoke at all. And normally it was only to the kids and occasionally to the holy man. It irritated Fry to hell, his pointedly ignoring her orders but every time she tried to pick a fight with him Johns would stop her. I get the feeling he would have just ignored her, anyway.

I became more and more interested the longer we stayed on the hell they called Hades. And it wasn't just in his past anymore either: it was in his feline grace and ethereal beauty. The way he could seemingly read my mind and know what I was going to say before even I knew. It was the way he remained around the kids, calm and kind while he was cold as ice around anyone else.

He was an enigma, the little beauty with the emerald eyes and skills with a knife. An enigma with a cute face and an even cuter ass.

And I planned on figuring him out....and than fucking him.

Or the other way around, really, it didn't matter which came first. All that mattered was that once we were off this planet, he would be mine.

My gorgeous emerald eyed enigma...

…..he'd better watch his ass, because I was coming after it.

And I always got what I want.