Cain relaxed down into the tub, softly sighing. He closed his eyes and leaned back, enjoying the silence. He had instructed Cain to leave him alone, that he just wanted to think, which was true.
Cain breathed in deeply, relaxing even more. He absolutely loved the smell of lavender. Despite what Riff had said, it did relax his mind, too. He just sat there, for about thirty minutes, his mind completely clear.
That is, until he had to call for his manservant to dress him.
It should've been just like all the times before that Riff had dressed him. Cain talking non-stop, Riff nodding and occasionally saying, "yes, milord," but it wasn't. It was strangely different, although Cain couldn't quite place what was different, he did notice that Riff wouldn't look him in the face. Though he was extremely curious, he didn't ask Riff anything, he didn't say a word except for when Riff was about to leave.
"Thank you, Riff. The bath was nice too. We're going back in the morning. Don't tell Merryweather where we're going. I don't want her to worry."
"Yes, milord. Good night," Riff mumbled, shutting the door behind him.
Cain was suddenly worried. Perhaps he shouldn't have pressured Riff into a more than friendly relationship. But, if he hadn't, then he would still be biting his tongue, keeping himself from saying and doing things that would be completely unacceptable. He'd have gone through his life regretting not saying something, especially now when he had the strange feeling that he wouldn't have many more chances to tell Riff that he was, in fact, madly in love with him.
But that was ridiculous, Cain thought, rolling over to find a more comfortable position. After all, Riff had been the one who kissed him. That had to mean something. It had to. But, Riff could just be acting to please him. Cain didn't want to acknowledge it, but he had a thought that there was a small chance Riff didn't really return his feelings, Riff just did whatever necessary to keep Cain happy. Coddled him, gave him everything he wanted.
Riff did act like that, sometimes. Even when Cain had the stupidest idea, Riff went with it.
Cain rolled over again, unhappy. He told his mind to shut the fuck up and leave him alone. Eventually, it did, sending him into a hellish sleep, filled with one particular nightmare he was sure he would never forget.
His wrist was chained to the doorway, and he looked around the room curiously. Then, he saw Riff, with a gun to his head, facing away from Cain, towards the windows. Cain ran forward and the chain kept going, stopping short just centimetres away from Riff. Cain reached as far as he could but he couldn't grab on to Riff, pull his arm down, get his attention, anything. After a few minutes of struggling to get the stupid chain off his wrist, or pull the chain further, Cain screamed, as loud as he could, first just wordless yells, then, "Riff! Dammit Riff! Put it down! You idiot servant! Put the gun down! Riff!"
Riff ignored him, and just stood there, his finger twitching, but not yet pulling the trigger.
"Riff! I can't lose you, I can't lose you," Cain sobbed, falling as the chain made an oddly appealing clanging noise.
Riff pulled the trigger, spattering Cain with blood.
He woke up immediately, shooting up to a sitting position, gasping and sobbing, his arms crossed as if he was holding himself together. He got his senses back and got out of bed, grabbing his housecoat and sneaking out of his room, not wanting to wake anyone until he came to Riff's room.
He knew it was just a dream, he really did, but… he wanted to reassure his subconscious that it was wrong.
A/N:
-Well. It's been quite a long time since I've updated this, and I'm very sorry. As usual, Godchild belongs to Kaori Yuki, who is not me. Ah well. By the way, I have a new Harry Potter fic. It's going to be a series, too. As for this one, I've got the rest of it planned out.
