Underneath The Pale Moonlight (a WLW AkeShu Fic)

Waste Disposal: Akira

I've been living in this manor for a while now. I've gotten used to the creaking of the floorboards, the rotting stairs, and the lonely echoes cast by the halls when you dare utter a word. It's almost endearing, in a way. The only thing I haven't gotten used to is her. The vampiress who's allowed me to stay here all this time. She's quite recluse. It makes me ponder over her decision to allow me to stay with her.

"Akira." Her voice interrupts my thoughts, I quickly look up at her. She doesn't look...like anything, really. Just hollow. And cold.

"Yes, miss?" She's always told me to call her miss, or madam. I know her name. But I've never spoken it. Not to her. Not to anyone. Not even to myself, alone in the darkness of my room. It reappears in my thoughts constantly. Goro Akechi. Goro Akechi. It's a sweet name, like velvet or silk.

Akechi sat beside me. "You know, I've heard a lot of things about how mortals have literature about vampires." She said suddenly, flashing her teeth at me as she smiled. It scared me. She never smiled. Not at me, at least.

I nodded slowly in response. "Yes, we do. They're not very good reads, though."

She nodded. "I didn't think so. Tell me, Lady Akira, what makes them so bad?"

Lady Akira? She has to be going crazy. But even still, the way she addressed me made me feel...special. In an odd way. Akechi was like that. She was odd.

"They're not very accurate, is all." I answered after a moment.

"I see." Akechi murmured, standing up. "I'll be off now, Akira." She smiled at me once more, a chill running down my spine. "Would you like the remains?"

Right. That's why she wants me here. Waste disposal.

"Yes ma'am. I do." I mumbled, watching as she nodded quickly, patting my head gently before disappearing into the woods.

I watched as she rushed off into the woods. Hoping and praying that'd she'd come back soon. I don't know why. She wasn't all that nice to me. I found myself pondering this question as I started to head up to my room, the lingering feeling of her touch still sending shivers through my body.