Ruthless

Late Summer

He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. It hot. Way to hot. Even though it has been constantly raining and thundering the last few days, he's sitting here with shorts and a thin shirt, waiting for a cool breeze to find its way into his room. He closes his eyes and listens. There are birds singing. The trees rustle quietly. Voices reach here all the way from ground level. Laughter. Ame unhappily clicks his tongue and reaches for his headphones. As soon as the music erases every other noise, he relaxes with his legs put up onto his desk. My phone lies in his hand whose grip slowly loosens. His head falls to the side. The steadily less bright sunlight begins to color the walls of his room orange. He lifts his head and blinks a few times. What woke me? Is it the unfamiliar piano piece that's playing right now? The next thing he notices is the rose that he's holding in his hand and the thin red line meandering down his palm. Where did this flower come from? Carefully the boy opens his palm. He's been holding the rose so tightly that the thorns dug deep into his skin. With the feeling of forgetting something important, he gazed at the sunset. Ame chuckles to himself. What is this unsettling feeling? It feels like he's two people at the same time, yet still someone else. That free Ameto is no more. That childish Ameto is gone. Only Laito's property remains. He takes a transparent vase from his shelf and fills it with water. Afterwards he places it onto the windowsill. During the process his mind feels unusually empty. The moment he places the flower inside, a bit of blood mixes with the water. After watching the pinkness dissovle, he then leaves to find Laito. Arriving outside, he gazes onto the sky. The daylight disappeared way quicker than he had anticipated. The bright stripes in the sky slowly turn into the dark of the night. He turns towards the church. Just as he had thought, Laito sits on the second step that leads up to the altar. Ameto approaches and look down on him. His pale skin, that's similar to the marble of the steps, and his relaxed expression make him seem like a corpse. He squats down next to him and gazes at his face. Then the boy reaches for him with his hand. His fingers carefully comb his hair. Laito's lashes quiver. If you're awake, then say something! Ame blushes a bit and stops. Maybe... He leans forward and kisses his forehead. Laito opens his eyes. Will he get angry at me? They glace at each other. The deep green of his irises makes them seem like an endlessly big forest in which I could get lost in. Isn't the eye the window to the soul? What's his soul like? Laito brushing the dust off his clothes startles him and interrupts his careless thoughts. Ame get up. "Why are you here? I searched for you." He pulls out a piece of paper from inside his pocket. "I've been reading this." Ameto blushes even more. "W-What do you think about it?" He sighs. "Boring! I fell asleep." After checking his insulted facial expression, he also gets up and hugs the smaller one from behind. "I'm joking. It's a very nice poem." Ameto can't suppress his smile. Laito lifts him up, so his feet can't touch the ground anymore. "I should reward you." In the blink of an eye he swings him around, making his legs fly in the air. Letting him down in front of the altar, Ameto sees his eyes glisten with a dark feeling. Laito grabs his chin and lifts it. "Just let me treat you gently sometimes..." This... he's been trying to get me to agree for days now... "Why? Why do you want to do that?" He won't tell me. His only answer is a mysterious smile. "Don't worry about that." He moves forward and the other's behind presses against the altar. Ameto's hands touch the hard, smooth stone. Laito's hands pull the other's shirt to the side and he sinks his teeth into his neck. Warmth spreads in Ameto's body, starting from where he bit him. His throat begins to hurt and he feels his dry mouth open in an effort to catch more than Laito's scent. At that moment he realizes how hungry he is. The smaller one grabs his wrists. "L-Laito? I..." He lets go of him. "I forgot. You must be very hungry because you didn't drink anything since you arrived here." He takes his hand and they vanish. Now the church is left behind as the quiet and lonely place it always was.