"Finally." Akito sneered, rolling onto her side to face the door. Her dark eyes greedily glanced from head to toe of the shadowy figure in the doorway. "Well? Are you going to come in or stand there and taunt me?" She growled, sitting up a bit. The loose red robe wrapped around her began to slip down her shoulder a bit, causing a slight chill as her flesh was now exposed to the cold, winter air hovering in the room.

"I could never taunt you." A smooth voice purred, causing the tiny god to feel a shiver run down her spine. The moonlight shining through the window illuminated the figure as he stepped forward, sauntering towards her at a painstakingly slow speed.

Akito frowned, her brows furrowing together. "If not here to taunt, then you are definitely here to tease me… Mutt." She muttered, crossing her arms as she laid back into her pillow. Without even looking, she could feel the bed shift slightly under his weight, as her visitor crawled onto her bed. Her eyes stayed glued to the ceiling, not wanting to look at him.

"Teasing? Yes, I suppose that is what I would call it." The man chuckled softly, sitting obediently at the end of her bed for a moment. "Akito." He finally breathed after a long pause, reaching out to stroke her leg.

Akito gasped as a warm hand wrapped around her ankle. "Shigure," She moaned softly, her head tilting back. Quickly snapping out of her dazed state, she sat up to glare at him. "Come here."

Shigure grinned, enjoying that tiny reaction he just elicited from her. "As you wish." He purred, his tone playful. The dog crawled up to her side, laying next to her. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her. His eyes wandered over her robe covered body, not holding eye contact with her.

Akito rolled her eyes, not amused by his libido currently. Deciding to let it go for the time being, she laid back in offering to him. "Just get on with it." She whispered, eyes back to the ceiling.

Before Akito could even finished her sentence, the dog lowered himself onto his prey. Akito's head nearly started spinning as before she even knew it, his hands were fluttering about her body wildly. She could barely register what he was doing. It was pretty dark in her room, only a bit of moonlight shone in from the window, dimly lighting it.

Her robe was off and discarded. The tiny god wasn't even sure how Shigure was able to undress her so quickly, but he was. His wet mouth was planted on her neck, sucking and biting with fervor. Shigure's hot breath was warming up her body, and the panting dog devoured her.

Shigure wasted no time in kissing his way down to her breasts, greedily lapping at her nipples, before sucking and lightly biting them. Her breasts were almost non-existent. Not only was she just a frail girl, but Akito often bound her breasts to hide her gender from the rest of the clan. This resulted in her being nearly flat chested. Akito was a bit insecure about it, however, Shigure didn't even bat an eyelash. Despite her breasts being small, he found her chest quite appealing. Her rosy pink nipples drove him wild and he could play with them all day if he was allowed.

He wasn't, however, so the dog knew he had to drink his fill while he was here visiting for the night. After overstaying his welcome, Akito shoved his head away from her chest, glaring at him. She was panting, trying to steady her breath. It felt nice, and during the moment, the god had been arching her back and panting his name, but now… She was ready for him to move on. She didn't like when Shigure focused too much on one spot of her body. It was over stimulating. "Lower." Akito ordered, her cold eyes staring unwaveringly into his.

Shigure smirked, giving only a nod in response. His wet tongue traced down her stomach to her apex, stopping just above between her legs. His trail of saliva was shining in the moonlight on her stomach and he felt a heat in the pit of his stomach start to form. Desire was taking hold.

Akito had laid back in the pillow, tilting her head back. She didn't enjoy watching this show, watching Shigure get lost in passion. He was a stupid male, thinking with only his libido. She pitied him, though the sensations were pleasurable. "Go on." She mumbled rolling her head to the side as she felt his hot breath on her most sensitive flesh.

Shigure obeyed her order. Diving in between her legs, the dog of the zodiac lapped lovingly at her clitoris, his hands gripping tightly onto her thighs. Raising her legs up, he shifted them onto his shoulders so he could delve deeper into her. Her taste, her scent… It was driving him wild. It was maddening. His animal instincts were kicking in at the smell of her arousal, her desire… Shigure sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue along it before letting go to move down to her opening. His tongue pushed inside her, invading her. This was heaven. His erection was throbbing, dripping, and was currently pressed into her sheets for the time being, leaving a small puddle of pre-come in it's wake.

Akito, to no surprise, was moaning and squirming at Shigure's ministrations. He knew exactly what she liked after all these years of sleeping together. Her back was arched high and her hands were buried deep into his dark hair. She didn't dare look between her legs, she just accepted his affections. As his tongue sped up, she was calling his name, on the edge of her orgasm. Panting, she made the decision to sit up a bit. Akito wasn't sure when the next time she would be able to indulge with Shigure like this would be, so she decided to drink her fill as well.

Sitting up, she could barely see him in the moonlight between her legs. A sleepy, pleasured smile formed on her lips and she reached down, brushing his hair back out of his face. Suddenly, something was wrong.

Barely, by the moonlight alone, she noticed something different. Shigure's eyes were normally black, but as the figure down between her legs looked up at her…

"Shigure, what-" Akito demanded, snapping out of her pleasured state. She tugged at his hair, pulling his face away from between her legs.

"Shigure?" The voice calmly asked, sitting up a bit.

Grey eyes met with Akito's black ones and she recoiled a bit. "Hatori?"

Hatori frowned, wondering why Akito seemed so confused. She seemed pleased with his actions just moments ago, why was she stopping him now? "Have… Have My efforts displeased you?" He asked softly, his tone a bit wounded. The dragon sat up, his white button up shirt askew.

Akito took a moment to collect her thoughts. She was positive that it was Shigure who entered her room, and she was positive it was him between her legs just moments ago. Was her illness beginning to take her mind from her as well?

After a moment, she shook her head no and reached out for the dragon. "No, you have done nothing wrong. I was mistaken." She said weakly, laying back onto the bed. "Just continue on."

Hatori gave a small nod and began unbuttoning his shirt. Tossing it aside, his cold hands reached down to unbutton and unzip his brown slacks. Slipping them off, the pale and svelte man slowly climbed on top of Akito, not wasting any time. If the god gave the order to continue, he would. Whether it was his name coming from her lips or not.

Lining up with her entrance, Hatori shut his eyes tightly and buried his face in her neck as he sunk himself into her slowly. A soft moan escaped his lips, and he quickly regained his composure. Akito had shown in the past that she didn't like when he made noise during their time together, so he usually remained quiet.

Akito was a bit taken out of the moment, still a bit consumed by her confusion. Either way, she couldn't deny that the dragon's length and girth was pleasurable inside her. He had been secretly servicing her this way for almost as long as she had been sleeping with Shigure. The dog was often not around as he moved out on his own so early on, so during the times he was gone, she accepted Hatori into her arms. The dragon was a decent replacement, though she didn't enjoy his style of making love. She knew Hatori didn't love her, or even really liked her, to be quite honest. However, the dragon struggled to make every time they slept together loving. He would kiss her, or stroke her hair, and it made Akito uncomfortable and furious. This was never making love, it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Hatori didn't seem to understand that, he strained himself to make the act not be as repulsive as he knew Akito found it to be.

Akito moaned a bit, only to please him. She figured she might as well let him think he was doing a decent job. Her long nails dragged down his back, wanting to scar him a little bit, to draw blood. This made the dragon shudder as he picked up speed, thrusting into her more quickly. His face was still hidden in her neck, trying to keep quiet and get this over with.

Akito allowed this to continue for awhile. She shut her eyes and tilted her head back, holding onto Hatori tightly. She never could tell if she pitied him, or if he pitied her more during their intimacy like this. Did he service her like this out of obligation, and pity? Akito never shed her guilt over blinding him in his left over that daft assistant he was so fond of. She accepted him into her arms out of pity as well. The poor dragon had so much tension that built up over time, and god knows he didn't have any other women in his life. Letting him spill his seed into her a few times a month was the least she could do for the poor, lonely, pathetic doctor.

Hatori was having a harder and harder time stifling himself now, his orgasm was close. He kept quiet, however, not wanting to upset her. He did kiss her neck a few times, but stopped when Akito made a low growling noise of disgust at his affection.

Akito was lost in thought for a awhile, until she started to feel something trickling down her neck, where Hatori's face was. She shifted a bit, giving him another growl. The wetness continued, pooling into her collar bone. Akito wasn't happy.

"Quit drooling on me, you disgusting pig." She spat, digging her nails into his shoulder to get him to stop thrusting into her. He was annoying her. Hatori stopped dutifully, not understanding.

Akito frowned and grabbed Hatori's face, pulling it out of the crook of her neck. She was barely able to see him, but his long bangs were wet and stuck to his face, matting up a bit. So, was that it? Was he sweating on her? Akito grimaced at his emotionless face, feeling her rage for him growing rapidly in the pit of her stomach, just staring into his dull, grey…

Suddenly, there was a drip.

A drop of liquid fell from Hatori's angular jaw down below, onto her face. She scowled, feeling it slide down her cheek. "Hatori, you make me sic-"

She stopped, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room finally. More drops fell from his face onto hers, and he looked confused. His bangs were matted to his cheek in… Red.

Was that blood?

Akito gasped slightly, using her hand to wipe her face, then holding it up in the light to examine it. It was. Deep red blood was all over her hand, now smeared on her cheek. Her neck was a bloodbath, covered it in while it was also pooled in her collarbone.

She grabbed his still solemn face in her hands, cupping it. Leaning in close, she shoved his bangs out of the way, thinking the source of the spillage had to be behind there. A panic was building inside her. She shoved his bangs back, smoothing them against the top of his head easily with the help of the blood. Suddenly, she nearly screamed.

Behind his bangs, Hatori's left eye was bleeding profusely. Blood was pouring out of it at an alarming, unnatural rate. Akito gasped, leaning in to get a closer look. It was pouring, dripping out all over her and all over Hatori. Upon closer inspection, Hatori's left eye was completely black. There was no iris, no white of his eye, just an empty, black hole.

Tears were forming as Akito wildly looked around, trying to call for help, but she suddenly couldn't scream anymore. Her words were silent, even as she strained to call for a housemaid to help her wounded dragon.

Hatori kept his eye trained on her, watching Akito flail about. When Akito realized Hatori wasn't responding at all, she suddenly stopped her wild attempt to get help to study him. A feeling of dread was building in her stomach. Why wasn't he reacting to horrific amount of blood pouring from him?

Slowly, painfully slow, a grin started to form on the doctor's lips. Akito felt her stomach sink, her heart jump into her throat. She had never seen him smile like that. It was frightening, unnerving. She felt sick.

Hatori leaned in closer, his empty, black eye boring into her. At a deathly whisper, he said to her gleefully, "Tomorrow, Akito, you're going to die."

Akito shrieked. With all the might she muster, she shoved Hatori off of her. She was covered in his blood and as she frantically searched for her robe to cover herself up and run, she could hear him laughing. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard. Akito had known Hatori her entire life and she had never heard him laugh. It was sickening.

As she found her robe on the floor next to her bed, she bent down in a panic and shoved it on, then suddenly… Silence. There was no more laughter. She froze, terrified.

Slowly, Akito began turn, afraid. She didn't want to see Hatori. Was he silently standing behind her now? What would he do? She turned, ever so slowly…

She nearly screamed again as she suddenly came face to face with…

"What's wrong?" The voice asked softly, looking into Akito's eyes. The man sighed softly, raising a hand up to stroke her cheek. "What's gotten into you? Did I do something wrong?" The man asked gently, moving to run his hand through his hair. His dark auburn hair.

Akito froze again, looking into dark red eyes. "… Kureno?" She finally whimpered, looking around violently for Hatori. Where did the dragon go? Looking down at her hands, she realized the blood was gone. There was no blood on her bed either. What was happening?

Nearly diving towards him, she clung to Kureno and started sobbing. She didn't understand. Why was she hallucinating such horrific things? Feeling him stroke her back was helping her relax, however. Had Akito not been in such a vulnerable position, she would never have clung to him like a child like this. "Oh, Kureno, I saw the most horrific thing, I can't even describe it. Hatori was…" Akito sniffled, hiding her face in Kureno's neck.

"Ha'ri was what?" A cheerful voice asked, no longer rubbing the tiny god's back.

Akito froze. That wasn't Kureno's voice.

"Ha'ri does a lot of nonsensical things. Anyway, what we should be talking about is this robe. Out of all the colored yukatas I have made you, you choose to wear this red one every single day. Truly, I think you would look magnificent in a royal purple robe! Our very god is royalty, you know, you really should wear more color."

Slowly, Akito pulled away and looked up, knowing exactly what she would find. Her entire body was shaking as she pulled back and looked right up into golden eyes, long silver hair wrapped around both of them.

"A-… Ayame?" Akito breathed, looking up at the snake with tears in her eyes.

"Yes, love?" The snake sung brightly, flipping a bit of hair over his shoulder with an award-winning grin. He chuckled, looking down at the bewildered little god in his lap.

Akito screamed, suddenly beginning to kick and claw, doing everything she could to get away from Ayame. She was sobbing, crying, begging to understand what was happening. She felt two rough hands grab her shoulders and push her back onto the bed. Closing her eyes, she was crying out and sobbing, struggling to get away.

Akito couldn't take anymore, she didn't like this. How could she be hallucinating this badly?

She forced herself to open her eyes and she seethed, it wasn't nighttime anymore. The moonlight was replaced by sunlight peeking in through the windows.

Gasping for air, she looked up and saw… Hatori. His rough hands were holding her down onto her bed and his face was inches from hers. Once the god stilled, he pulled away, sighing. The little god had nearly ripped all of her tubbing and IVs out during her thrashing. He was a bit annoyed that he would have to reinsert everything later.

"Akito, calm down. You were having a nightmare. I was attempting to monitor your heart rate when you suddenly started screaming and wildly rolling around. You nearly gave the housemaids a heart attack." He sighed, standing up straight and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Akito panted, wildly looking around for a few moments. So… It was only a dream? Frowning, her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths to calm herself. She waved her hand, beckoning Hatori close.

Keeping his knees straight, Hatori bent at his waist down to her eye level. He was a bit taken aback when Akito grabbed his face, shoving his bangs back. She studied his left eye closely for a few moments, making him shift uncomfortably. After awhile, she let go of him, seemingly satisfied.

Hatori didn't question the action. He was sure he would get scolded if he did. Finally, he spoke.

"You slept soundly through the night. Today… Today is the day, Akito. Everyone is here, they are all gathered in the banquet hall." He said softly, reaching up to fix his hair back into place. "As with your father, I will bring them in one by one. Do you understand, Akito?"

The god frowned, giving a very small nod as she looked over out the window, still trying to calm down.

"Start sending the fools in, then."