A/N: I FEEL SO BAD! I've been neglecting the fic... because I got grounded ^_^;;;;;;;;;;;; well here's chapter 6... It's kinda stupid but w/e.

Shigure swore as the ceramic mug cracked against his foot, the burgundy painted shards scattering across the polished hardwood floor.

"What?" he coughed through a grunt of pain. Thoughts whirled wildly through his mind, before being shoved aside and replaced by others before he could figure out what they were anymore.

Hatori's expression grew even more stern, if possible. "Akito."

The inu winced. "Do you know..?" If it had anything to do with Mit-chan, what would he do...

Hatori stared at him with lightless olive green eyes. "I don't know, baka. He just told me to come get you."

"Well..." Shigure said, nudging the pieces of shattered ceramic with his toe. "Mit-chan's upstairs, in my room..." Despite himself, Shigure had to let a grin escape as he saw Hatori's eyes widen. "You really have filthy thoughts, Ha-san! She's feeling sick, so do you think you could take care of her while until I get back?"

Hatori's unfaltering eyes fixed on Shigure's gray ones. To most, this would mean that the dragon wanted an explanation, but Shigure had known him long enough to know otherwise.

"Arigato, Ha-san." he said humbly, flashing a grin that wasn't present behind his eyes. The inu spirit put on his shoes and promptly sprinted out the door, as Hatori watched him with unblinking eyes, like a stone statue.

"Don't let it happen to you as well, Shigure..." he murmured under his breath.

But, obviously, the dog did not hear; he was already nearly out of sight.

~*~*~

Shigure, panting, tried to regain his breath as he stood outside the sliding door to Akito's dark room. Surprising even himself, his hand shook as he gripped the frame and slid it open. The strong scent of bitter incense rolled into his nostrils, and his socks slid silently across the hardwood floor as he stepped apprehensively into the room.

"Shigure..." came a reedy whisper of a voice from somewhere inside the ebony shadows. The dark-haired man jumped at the unexpected voice, and knelt on the floor, bowing his head as the ghostly pale boy swayed out of the shadows.

"Who was that..." he hissed softly, circling Shigure slowly. His frame was feeble and delicate, but vigilance teemed through every step. "With you today."

Shigure choked and, not knowing exactly what to say, stuttered for a moment before jarring out, "Her name is Mitsuru..."

Akito's flashing indigo eyes glinted dangerously. "She was on your shoulder." he whispered, "You should not have even let her touch you..."

"Akito-sama, she was sick..."

"Do you think I give a damn if she was sick?" he murmured monotonously, "Do not let her find out." he knelt down so that his face was level with the inu's, and Shigure winced as the eyes burned into him. The twisted boy slowly closed the gap between their faces.

"Don't let her find out, Shigure..." he breathed, the hot exhalation tickling Shigure's ear. "Because you are not too big to be punished..." and before the dog spirit could react, a cold, wet tongue snaked out and traced over his lower lip. He cringed, and his fist clenched as he fought against his anger, trying in vain to keep from slamming it into Akito's face.

"Go now." murmured Akito, and without hesitation Shigure stood up and ran. His stomach felt sick, and as he slid on his shoes his brow knotted and he let his anger flow through his head.

//He's not going to lay a finger on anyone... Not me, not Mit-chan... No one.//

~*~*~*~*~

Mit-chan coughed, as Hatori placed a surprisingly gently hand on her forehead. Her flushed face knotted into a thoughtful expression, and she murmured weakly,

"Shigure?"

The dragon paused. "Go to sleep." he told her simply, and she nodded and rested her head down into the pillow (The Shigure-smelling pillow! YAY! *inhales pillow*)

Hatori placed a moist cloth on her forehead, clearing away the chestnut brown hair with gentle fingers. "Sleep, Mitsuru... Shigure... he wants you to heal. You don't know it, but he's risking a lot for you. So feel better... For you and for him... Please."

No response. He knew she was asleep, but added one last sentence.

"I stole your wallet."

Actually, he never said that. Mit-chan just fell asleep and he walked away into the kitchen to wait for Shigure.

That concludes this chapter because I have writers block and can't think of anything for now.

Till the next one! Ja!