Painted Black
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Not making money with this, even if I need it… Paint it Black belong to the Rolling Stones.
Summary: Things are changing. Can Hatori keep up? Slash Ayame/Hatori. Dark and Angsty.
Category: Angst
Pairing: Ayame/Hatori
WARNING: Ayame OOC.
AKITO
Akito was never a heavy sleeper. He was too sensitive to cold weathers and heat, and such things could easily wake him up in the middle of the night. The smallest of noises could do the same much as any amount of light that wasn't the moon's. Akito treasured any sleep he could get and, as you can imagine, that made him the opposite of what one would call a "morning person".
When he heard a small scraping sound of a zippo being lit, he woke up immediately and in one foul mood.
The smell and smoke of a mild seven filled the air.
"You. What do you want in the middle of the night? Came to beg my forgiveness?" Said Akito raising an eyebrow, trying to make out the figure of his "visitor" in the faint light of the cigarette.
There was a rash humorless laugh from the dark corner and the cigarette's spark shook from it.
"You really are funny." Said the voice from the dark corner. And its coldness froze Akito's reply on the tip of his tongue.
The sparkle climbed a meter or so in the void and Akito knew his visitor had risen and was approaching. When the moonlight designed the figure against the rice paper doors, he caught a glimpse of a pair of venomous yellow eyes. He tried retreating for a moment, but was caught by firm hands on his yukata's colar.
"How did you get in here, you pitiful creature?" He screamed so as to call someone, and while doing so trying to conceal his fear.
There was noise in front of the door to Akito's room but it shuttered.
Akito could feel the hot breath in his ear as Ayame whispered.
"I just came to remind you of a promise you made."
On the other side of the door, the only thing the servants and the bodyguards heard was the deafening scream of their master echoing through the night.