Chapter 1

The only light source in the dark room was a small lantern, though it didn't had much use to lighten up the room. However, the moon created a pale light entering the room through a small window, making the room brighter than before and the light was reflected on the steel of a katana when it was raised into the air in lightning speed and embedded in a man's chest.
Cries of pain echoed around the room, and until screams faded away, a black-haired guy pulled the sword out of the body, and handed it to another person, who wiped the blade clean with care.
"Good work, Yatogami! I don't think there is any other executioner who would be better than you!" said the man with glasses cheerfully and he patted the blacknette on the back when calling him with his surname.
The blacknette mumbled something with a sigh, and then glanced at his fellow.
"Well that's nice to hear. But I would like to excuse myself now and rest for a while. It's been kinda a hard day." Yatogami said and a little yawn escaped from his mouth when he glanced at the clock.
After he received an authorization to leave, he decided to walk through the prisoner-area to see a glimpse of some prisoners. He was going to kill them after all, and somehow he wanted to see his 'victims' suffering in their cells.
That's right. Yatogami Kuroh worked as an executioner in Japan's best of the-best-known prison and he was known as a cruel and cold-blooded person. He walked down the hallway, glanced at the prisoners and listens to their pathetic cries to get free but he had ignored their cries completely.
End of the hallway he noticed that there was one new prisoner. The newcomer just sat in the corner of his cell, staring at the floor. Kuroh chuckled, and walked over to the cell door.
"Well well well… It looks like we have a newcomer here... What did you do to get yourself in here..?" the blacknette decided to ask, but the newcomer just sighed.
Kuroh chuckled again, and glanced at the cell door. He has all the keys in to the cells...

The prisoner was startled when he heard the door open and glanced in that direction only to see someone coming in. And of course Kuroh pulled the door shut and locked it. The boy dropped his eyes back to the ground and pressed against the wall.
"Do you think that I would let the newcomer out, huh?" Kuroh said, laughing while walking closer to the boy.
"Well, you never know. Besides, it was a total misunderstanding, I have done nothing wrong! I shouldn't even be here..!" The boy said, raising his voice and buried his face in his palms.
Kuroh was a little bit surprised, but then he ignored it, 'cause when you work in prison, you will hear many different stories from prisoners that they want to get free. And it annoyed him.
The boy stopped sobbing and calmed down. But he still didn't raise his eyes from the floor. There was a little silent moment between them.
" Yashiro...", Kuroh said quietly, and the whitenette turned his attention to another when he heard his name. He looked questioningly at Kuroh, the blacknette chuckled again.
"…is your name? Your name was written on the cell, Isana Yashiro.", Kuroh said, and stared in the boy's eyes for a moment. They were vibrant and beautiful, but full of sadness and fear.
Yashiro looked away, and mumbled about something angrily.
"Go away. Get out of here..." the whitenette snarled to Kuroh, who only laughed at the boy's words.
"Oh, looks like a little boy like you has some guts to say something like that to an executioner..but oh well, you're new, so I don't wonder..." Kuroh said ironically and noticed how Yashiro-named boy shifted his eyes a little and was frightened of him.
"Y-you're that person who is going to kill…me..?" the boy asked with a laugh, but Kuroh noticed that the tension of Yashiro's voice was a little high and he was scared.
Kuroh just chuckled and turned to walk towards the door and left the cell, leaving the boy there alone. Then he just looked at the whitenette with a smirk and locked the cell before he left.

Yashiro was sitting there throughout the night silently. He had just met the person, who would execute him. And that means that his life was going to end in just a couple of days?
'..No...It can't be. They have just arrested me today. And it was a big misunderstanding! I guess I should try to talk to someone…No. It wouldn't help at all...', the boy fell into his thoughts, and with thinking so many things he get tired and fell asleep.

Morning came after the long night, and pretty soon couple of guards came to the prison awakened the prisoners and letting them one by one to a guarded area to get some food. Yashiro was just sitting in his cell, waiting his own turn to go to the dining room. He heard his name being called, and then he walked towards the door. A guard opened the door and when he stepped outside, the other guard put him in handcuffs. Then the guards went to lead him out of the prison towards the dining room.
When they reached the dining room, Yashiro's handcuffs were removed. This place was so well guarded that no prisoner can escape from it.
Whitenette walked to queue and at the same time he tried to find an empty space for himself. Luckily he found a corner of a table to be empty and rushed over there after received his food before anyone sat on it.
Other prisoners stared at the boy for a moment and then they started to talk with one another. Yashiro didn't really care what the others were talking about and just focused on eating.
"Oh well..! I couldn't believe that I would have a chance to eat breakfast with you, Yashiro." A strangely familiar voice came from behind the boy. He quickly turned around to see whose voice it was. Only to found that behind him stood Yatogami Kuroh, the prison executioner. The boy didn't left the table, although he wanted to. He just mumbled something and moved slightly to the side on the bench so that the other one would be able to sit.
Other prisoners looked at them, and whispered among themselves. Kuroh only snorted and sat aside the younger boy. After all now he had someone to eat with.
They were eating in silence, until Yashiro break the ice.
"…umm, by the way…you're the executioner, right? Then what are you doing here? Having breakfast with prisoners?" whitenette asked, and Kuroh glanced at him, chuckling.
"Well, I don't really know. Maybe I just want to see all of them to be together before they are going to die... And when I'm here, they don't pick up fights..." Kuroh replied the boy with a laugh, and took a sip of the soup.
The boy looked at the executioner with a might wonder. Why was the blacknette laughing? The whitenette has so many questions in his mind that he would like to ask, but then he decided to drop the matter. Maybe some other time he can talk to the other guy a little more. Now, it was time to eat.

A/N: Well I think that's it for now..I know, this was kinda short, but I promise that I try to make the next ones little bit longer... Or something. And there will be yaoi, but not yet..maybe in next chapter or in third, I don't know yet D'x

Ah, and thanks for reading, and if you want to comment, then go ahead. I'm not going to eat your head~