I don't own Angel Sanctuary, this is a fanfic written for the 30kisses community on LJ, where I have claimed Kira/Katou. This was written for theme #2, Letter.

If you're offended by any mention of furries, I suggest you don't read.

March 13th, 1999

Dear Katou,

I know you like your drugs. Well, perhaps that's not the way I should word it. What was it Marilyn Manson said? "I don't like the drugs, but the drugs like me"? I don't know, I'm not really a fan of Manson. Hey, hey, a guy like me knows what a pain it is to get rid of fans, and they can make a guy feel flattered and he doesn't always want to get rid of them. But the dangerous ones... well, it's necessary to get rid of them. They can hurt you, they can kill you.

As long as I'm with you, I'll try my hardest to keep you alive. I know you don't necessarily want that, but I do and hey, I'm a selfish guy.

While I'm at it, Setsuna's a nice guy. Really, he is, and I would appreciate it if you didn't go fighting with him all the time. It's not just that you could hurt him, but he could hurt you too.

I love you both. He's like a brother to me. More than that. He's the reincarnation of the woman I loved back when I was a sword. But you're like a puppy, and I need to take care of you. The more I take care of you, the more I love you. Holy shit, I'm a furry. My sexy little puppy.

I, as the Great Sword Nanatsusaya, and your unofficial leader, hereby give you the following diktat:

You, Sir Katou, shall stop with the drugs. Or at least taking them from strange people who you've never met in your life and won't show you their face. And you can't fight with Setsuna anymore or you'll get your ass kicked. And dress up in a furry uniform so I can act out the furry fantasies that I didn't know I had until just now. But I'm all for experimentation.

Love always, your furry Master,

Kira Sakuya.

Kira woke up a while later. It took a while for his eyes to focus, but when they did he was aware of a liquid substance on his face. He brought his hand to it and when his fingers came away blue, he ran to the bathroom, only to see a huge, blue ink blot glaring back at him from it's newfound home on his left cheek.

He cursed, washed as much off of his face as he could, before yelling down the stairs to his father to get him "that shit girls put on their face to cover zits".

He went to his room, to see a syringe and an overturned, empty bottle of vodka on his desk, which would probably explain why he didn't remember falling asleep on the pen that had exploded on his desk and face, or Katou and the gang leaving.

He saw a sheet of paper with writing on it on his desk, and he picked it up, sat on his bed, and began to read. It was a rather difficult process, since his writing the night before was practically illegible, but after he finally deciphered it, he was left to wonder how high/drunk he had been. He tried to imagine Katou in a fur-suit, but quickly found himself almost doubling over from laughing so hard.

Then, he took his lighter from his pocket, and held it under the letter, watching the flames kiss and lick and all other sorts of other erotic sounding words the paper.

Once it was done, he threw what remained of his letter in the garbage, then went downstairs to ask his father why he wasn't at the store yet buying him that flesh-coloured make-up shit.

When Katou came over later that day, after laughing at Kira's face and bitching about how Kira never got hangovers (to which Kira retorted that no, but he had a big fucking ink blot on his face), he went into Kira's room, and saw a charred sheet of paper in the trash. He pulled it out, and frowned.

March 13th,

Dear Katou...

He didn't bother asking what Kira had wanted to tell him.