~Dances around~ weee! Yay! So much encouragement! Please, keep those suggestions coming! ^^ Thank youuuuu! Sorry bout the delay, had major writers block. I'm sorry this chapter is so short, I couldn't extend it. Don't worry, the next chapters will be longer.
"You brought me home?" Ken asked in feigned confusion, "From where? Where was I?"
"The Zoo." Was the reply he got as Aya stood up and stretched, his shirt riding up to show the lean, lithe skin of his abdomen, which was even more pale then his normally exposed skin, and that's saying a lot. Ken blanched eyes wide with fear, not knowing exactly how much that his leader knew about him. Aya looked over at him, eyes softening slightly at the afraid boy. "Ken, please, calm down. How long." Was all that he said
"How long what?" the terracotta coloured boy asked, confusion over coming fear.
"How long has this been going on Ken." Came the dreaded cold reply. "How long have you been a werewolf." Ah, Aya, direct as ever it seems. Ken shrunk even further back, trying not to appear to cower, but it wasn't working too well. The taller man sighed slight and kneeled down on the bed, closer to the quivering male. " Ken." Aya said. The boy refused to look at him.
"Ken, look at me."
Ken raised his head, looking like a small child, lost and frightened, they're gazes locking, reminding both of that moment back at the zoo where Aya had made the werewolf obey.
"Ken, it's alright, I'm not going to hurt you. You can trust me." He said, radiating sincerity. For once, both sides of Ken, the human killer and the monster agreed. Yes, he could trust Aya...he had too.
"You brought me home?" Ken asked in feigned confusion, "From where? Where was I?"
"The Zoo." Was the reply he got as Aya stood up and stretched, his shirt riding up to show the lean, lithe skin of his abdomen, which was even more pale then his normally exposed skin, and that's saying a lot. Ken blanched eyes wide with fear, not knowing exactly how much that his leader knew about him. Aya looked over at him, eyes softening slightly at the afraid boy. "Ken, please, calm down. How long." Was all that he said
"How long what?" the terracotta coloured boy asked, confusion over coming fear.
"How long has this been going on Ken." Came the dreaded cold reply. "How long have you been a werewolf." Ah, Aya, direct as ever it seems. Ken shrunk even further back, trying not to appear to cower, but it wasn't working too well. The taller man sighed slight and kneeled down on the bed, closer to the quivering male. " Ken." Aya said. The boy refused to look at him.
"Ken, look at me."
Ken raised his head, looking like a small child, lost and frightened, they're gazes locking, reminding both of that moment back at the zoo where Aya had made the werewolf obey.
"Ken, it's alright, I'm not going to hurt you. You can trust me." He said, radiating sincerity. For once, both sides of Ken, the human killer and the monster agreed. Yes, he could trust Aya...he had too.