AN: Yes, this does involve Cain trying to get gay with Riff. However, this is NOT, repeat NOT, any kind of shonen-ai, yaoi, slash, or anything else. Just stupidity.

Riff sat calmly in his chair in the study, reading the paper and sipping his tea. Another fifteen murders had been committed among the upper class of the town. Rich people did like to kill each other, it seemed.

Cain walked in. He looked flushed. Riff stood.

"Good evening, Lord Cain. Though I suppose the evening has been past for many hours now, it's almost morning—"

Cain cut him off. "Must you always be so formal, Riff?" he sighed.

Riff blinked. "Well, I could call you just Cain, then, if you like. Did you need something?"

Cain stepped closer. His chest was almost touching Riff's. "Yes." He breathed. "I do need something."

"Er…" Riff could feel Cain's breath on his face. It smelled like tulips. Has he been eating flowers again?

"I've tried for so long to deny how I felt about you, how I've always felt about you." Cain whispered. He leaned even closer. "My father knew. He knew I loved you, that I was in love with you—"

"You look a little pale. Has someone been poisoning you with arsenic again?" He hastily took a step back as Cain blinked.

"Well, yes, but that's not the point—"

"What did I tell you about taking tea from strangers?"

"Riff—"

"What did I tell you?"

"Come on, Riff! I'm trying to tell you—"

"The same thing always happens! This is exactly why I tell you—"

Cain leaned forward and smothered Riff's words in a kiss. Riff quickly stumbled back.

"Okay, I don't know what the hell just happened, but I'm pretty sure it just went way beyond the usual master-servant relationship."

Cain teared up.

"Is that how you look at me? Is that all you think of me?" he burst into noisy tears as Riff stammered.

The door slammed as someone pranced in.

"Mary Weather." Exclaimed Riff, his head turning with a jerk. "I—"

She put her hands on her hips and pouted. "Is my brother trying to get gay with you again?"

"Er…yes…wait, what do you mean, again?" She shrugged.

"Well, I guess you wouldn't remember the other times…"

"How could not remember that?"

Cain threw himself on the study's couch, sobbing loudly. Mary ignored him.

"Well, you were asleep…"

"WHAT?"

-…-

The howling wind blew Cain's cape around his shoulders as he gazed down at the body.

The woman's throat had been slit in a horribly savage manner. Her head was attached to her neck on only a thread of neck. Blood was spread around her in a gruesome crimson puddle. Her features were beautiful even in death.

Cain swept his hair away from his face, the moonlight shining on his golden eyes. The gathered nobles waited expectantly as Cain's perfectly formed lips parted.

"She's dead." He announced.

"Thank you, Cain!" Exploded Riff. Cain spun around.

"Why do you have to undermine me in front of other people? Why do you have to do that?"

Riff help up placating hands. "Look, I'll stop, it's okay—"

"You always do that—"

"I'll stop, okay?"

"Are you done?"

"Yeah."

Cain eyed him for a long moment.

"I'm done, okay? I'm really done. Go on." Cain continued to stare. Riff flapped his hands at him. "Go on."

Cain turned back around. He paused for a long moment to get back in the mood. The he spoke again in a low voice.

"She's been murdered."

Riff threw his hands up in the air. Cain spun around. "You're doing it again!"

"I didn't say anything!"

"You're still doing it!"

"I didn't say anything!"

"Look, just stop, okay?"

"Fine. Whatever. I'm leaving."

Riff walked away. Cain called after him.

"Please, Riff, come back, I didn't mean it!"

He ponced after Riff.

-…-

Riff opened the door to his room. Cain sat on the bed, completely naked. He stretched out his arms.

"Riff!"

Riff shut the door.

-…-

AN: I think that's enough for the first chapter. Expect more soon!