Be bad for me. [Seijuro Akashi.]

Chapter eight

At Akashi's house

"Welcome home!" The maids said in a chorus with bright smiles on their faces.

"Hello." Akashi greeted, throwing them a small, warm smile.

"Sei-sama, would you like me to treat her wounds?" A maid offered, funny enough, that maid was Aiko's mother.

"Thank you for the offer." Akashi said as he walked up the stairs, still holding onto the quiet Ayumi.

"I'll bring her up into my room and you can treat her there." He ordered, in a quiet voice, making sure to not wake the sleeping brunette up.

"Yes, sir."

At Akashi's room

"Should we disturb her? She is sleeping peacefully." Aiko's mother asked, taking out the equipment from the first aid kit.

"I'll treat her, you may leave now." He replied, signalling her to leave with his glare.

The maid left quietly as ordered, but she did make a complaint before she walked through the oak door, "Remember, you promised to marry my daughter, don't go liking this girl." She muttered, before shutting the door behind her.

Akashi sighed and smiled to himself, "liking this girl." He muttered, and flipped Ayumi over he stripped her singlet off as she mumbled in her deep slumber, "Go away Seijuro."

"Seijuro.. " He muttered to himself again with a small smile plastered onto his face.

He snapped open her bra, and applied medication onto her wounds, and wrapped it up with some bandages. He then walked to his closet and grabbed one of his old shirts and dressed her up.

Akashi kissed her forehead, and put her to bed.

"Sleep.." He muttered. He checked his watch, looked back at Ayumi and left the room.

Akashi took a stroll outside, breathing in the crisp Saturday morning air, looking at the blue sky, imperfect clouds and the little early bird children scattered around a small playground. He hesitantly sat down on one of the swings, it was truly a great day.

"Akashi!" A loud annoying voice was heard from the distance, scaring some of the children and the birds away.

"Yes, Tora?" The red haired boy asked with a small scowl on his face.

"Is Ayumi okay?" Tora asked walking up to a swing beside him, as she sat herself down.

"She is fine now, you may leave." He ordered, still with a scowl on his face.

"No." Tora replied casually, looking at the blue, sunny sky.

"Tora, leave." Akashi demanded, his words laced with dynamite.

"Kill me, and Ayumi will hate you forever." Tora choked out, looking into his eyes.

"Like I care about her." He muttered, looking away.

"I'll leave, but don't hurt Ayumi. Hurt people hurt." Tora requested before leaving and smiling at all of the upset mothers holding their terrified children.

A few minutes passed, and the playground returned to the happy, energetic vibe it had before. Somewhere deep down in the short mans heart, he felt a sense of emptiness and lone, just like Ayumi.

"Sei, you look upset," he hears a girl proclaim, with her squeaky voice.

"Aiko, get to your point." He said, already getting sick of the small talk that was about to happen.