Title: Memories
Pairing: Akabane/Kagami
Word Count: 266
Summary: On tweezers and company.
That day, it rained like it would never rain again. Dull spray on dull buildings with thin, razor spires. Light trapped in droplet prisms swallowed by concrete grounds, wholly unforgiving. And God had nothing to do with it.
For this was a different Babylon, but no less despised. Storms could only mean that the Emperor was angry.
Akabane never did have patience for weather or religion.
"Sensei. Would you mind concentrating on the task at hand? I'm rather attached to my limbs."
A moment to recall himself, dragging stray thoughts inside and back to the bloodied digits in his hand. "Of course, Kagami-kun." Kagami-kun who, at this particular moment, glared, half-mocking, half-annoyed, and seeming terribly rubbed-the-wrong-way.
Splintered fingers twitched, as if also in protest, and Akabane, looking down at rednesses leaking from pinkish wounds, was never the type of man to resist temptation. He squeezed.
His pet and sometimes-patient hissed then, pretty blonde head jerking back, and eyes widening with pain and incomprehension and something, something that Akabane wanted to pin and dissect and devour. "My apologies," he murmured mildly, forceps already darting in to fish out splintered glass. "You should take more care. Mirrors are for looking in, Kagami-kun."
"A-Ah. Efficient as always, I see." Soft, tight-lipped Kyouji would make a fearsome rival someday. "It's not an easy thing to leave this place, Sensei, but in my honest opinion, you're wasting any talent you might possess."
Akabane merely smiled, peaceably, knowingly. In dark places, even doctors will look like murderers.
"Hold still, please." A tug – peeling tissue, torn flesh.
Kagami purred.
END