This has been on my mind for a long while. I put it on paper. HariAkito
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A God’s Apology

He let out a sigh of relief as the damp towel was placed on the painful cuts across his cheekbones. He didn’t mind the pain much knowing it would pass soon. He had come to learn that it was how he was thanked for his services to his god. And that he could take for as long as needed if it meant keeping someone so dear to him alive.

A bandage replaced the cloth and he proceeded to do everyday matters. Reaching into the pocket of his brown vest, he pulled out a cigarette lilting it on first attempt and placed it between his lips. Deep breath in, a long stream of smoke emitted from his mouth as he let it all out. Then again before tapping the butt releasing the ashes.

He glanced at his clock impatiently wondering when the visit would come. It wasn’t like him to keep the chocolate haired man waiting for so long but he could wait. Dragons did have longer patients then most. He sighed looking down at the scattered papers on his desk, left eye squinted just a tad as he read over his agenda making note that he was suppose to be journeying to his canine companions home to check up on the violet eyed rat, but not yet. Not until he came.

Paper’s flew as the door was slid open, cool breeze from the inside engulfed the newcomer causing goose bumps to pop up over exposed skin like hives from the sudden chill much different from the sweltering temperature from the outdoors. He preceded, his charcoal black hair plastered to his forehead by sweat that he gentle brushed away with a clammy, milky-white hand.

The doctor pushed his glasses farther onto his nose as the footsteps gradual grew louder until they halted just behind him. They body so close he could feel the sickening heat of fever radiating from it.

“Trying to kill me faster, dragon?” a rasp of a voice spoke and the doctor quickly smothered out his cigarette missing his smoky delight. A Pair of hands were placed on his broad shoulders, he tensed almost instantly. A strange action from the dragon for he was usually calm, around the others that is, but with God you could never be too careful.

His hazel eyes looked over to see one hand, nails digging into the cloth of his tanned vest into his neck; He made no attempt to pull away. “You should be in bed, Akito-san, you’re very ill.” He felt the nails dig deeper then a hand jerked his chin up so that his hazel eyes met cold, jet black ones.

“You don’t think I know that?” He growled softly ignoring the painful twinge in his chest and throat as he coughed. A crooked smile then took over his thin lips. “You’ve taken care of yourself I see.” The dragon cringed as Akito’s swiped off the bandage that covered his cuts then fingered each one reopening one of the now purple bruises. “Tsk, tsk, who would go and damage such a pretty face?” he hummed mockingly watching the anger build up in Hatori’s eyes which only made him smile a devilish grin.

The doctor gulped hard feeling his thick saliva slid down his stretched out neck that began to ach from being pulled back so far this long watching the god as he traced his jaw line with his nail until he came to his left eye knocking the hair away from it. His eye’s shut. “Open them.” Akito demanded and the dragon complied opening his eyes surprised by the pained look he saw in Akito’s dark, remorseful eyes.

“You are a sick one, Hatori.” He said almost jokingly. “You’re able to hide your flaws and heal your own pain while I live in a earthly hell tormented with sickness, and pain everyday.” He pushed Hatori’s head away from him making sure his nails scraped the wounds again causing them to bleed. Hatori quickly grabbed the old cloth dabbing away the blood that trickled down his cheek.

Akito took the doctor by his collar pulling him out of his chair and forced him back against the wall. “Aw, someone’s gone and hurt you again.” The god took Hatori’s hand away from his cheek replacing it with his letting the blood stain his colorless palm. Leaning in closer their noses touched, Hatori’s nostrils whistled with heavy breaths while Akito’s were slow, hesitant rasps.

The dragon stopped his breathing as he slightly leaned forward causing their lips to brush against each other’s with a barely audible pop as he leaned back against the wall. Akito took Hatori by the throat pushing him deeper into the wood sneering with humiliation. “Why you,” he growled pressing his lips to the dragon’s letting it linger there until the god knew his work was done then pulled away from a gasping Hatori. “Never humiliate me, dragon.”

The door slid open again letting in waves of humid, sultry air into the cool room before it was closed. Again the room was silent, dim, lifeless. The doctor stood up straight rubbing his sore neck as he heard his god move across the estate with soft, hurried steps.

The dragon took his time as he stepped outside slipping on his shows, digging deep into his pockets for his keys remembering there was a patient waiting for him. Walking down the path to the exit, he looked back to see the head of the family, barer of the full curse, leaning outside his window, bird perched on his forefinger.

Hatori’s lips kinked up in a smile, he whispered,

“You’re forgiven.”

FINE

Thank You

Ares-chan