Blood, fire and death

Chapter 4

"What design did you make out of his bones" Aaron asked, his left arm bent over his head. They were on an empty court far away from prying eyes and even further form sharp ears.

"What?" Dimitri responded, laying eyes on the human for the first time that day.

Aaron felt his gaze but ignored it as he continued to stretched, clasping his arms and pulling them over his head before reaching down and letting them hang along with his head as he stared at the ground beneath his feet.

"Grimm, you are his brother aren't you?" He clarified ,repeating the action a second time, effortlessly moving into another stretching pose, rolling his shoulders and head in circles.

"You look alike, same hair color, pretty green eyes that shine in the light" He described in a bland voice.

Dimitri crossed his arms over his strong chest, the vein in his neck bulged under his hidden anger.

"Are you going to say he was a good person next?" He voice was low, the kind that sent chills and caution flowing through the veins. Aaron was also affected, but instead of cowering in fear, he paused his movements and locked eyes with who would be his coach and trainer for the next couple of weeks. He tilted his head to the left, eyes wide open shining in confusion.

"How the hell should i know? " He asked. "I hardly knew the guy, i'm just curious what his bones turned into"

Dimitri gaze narrowed before he tore them away when Aaron showed no sign of backing down.

"A shark" He responded and Aaron restarted his warm up.

"A shark, i don't see it" He shook his head.

"You didn't know him in life"

"Then I guess it makes sense that i don't understand" Aaron admitted, catching Dimitri's gaze once more, this time he smirked. "How about a bet"

Dimitri rose a brow as he was flooded with curiosity. He wasn't a smart man, he got his position with strength and perseverance taking years of training and experience to reach where he was, where others could in half the time with quick thinking and strategic planning.

But it didn't take a genius to see that something was off with the human his alpha was mated to. His big hazel eyes, caramel skin that was both unblemished and smooth to the touch. The clothes he wore upon his arrival spoke volumes about his or his family's wealth, thousand count egyptian cotton, fine silk and high class brand jeans. His perfect tossed hair and irreproachable poster. He should be spoil, fragile, blind to the real world and it's horrors.

Yet, they said to have found him in an alley in one of the darker corners of the world. Leaning against a piss, shit and jizz stain wall being hit on by one of the younger warrior like some two dollar whore.

And then there was the day of Grimm's death. He may have been naivety on his part, maybe he was simply too blinded by his sibling demise to judge the emotion accurately but he didn't believe a word about acting, pretense and frauds. Nobody could fake the joy that shone in those hazel eyes at the site of a life leaving a body.

"If i can land five blows on you by the end of our two hours morning season, you'll grant me one wish." Aaron continued ignoring his teacher's silence.

"And when i win?" The warrior questioned, and for a moment he thought he saw the same look of that day in Aaron's big doe eyes. Then, innocence.

"What would you like?" Aaron questioned , head tilting to the left, enhancing the air of helplessness that seemed to cling to him.