Creative Writing: Shiro

"Shiro places the bird in the grass. He's about to turn when a rock strikes the bird. Cold and heavy, it rolls a few centimetres after impact, leaving a small trail of blood in its wake. The bird's skull dips in awkwardly on one side, and it falls in its place. Shiro turns, stunned, and grabs the young Prince's wrist. "Why would you do that?" He demands, and his grip tightens ever so slightly as Mitsuki stares at the broken creature. The boy blinks owlishly and lets his arm hang limp in Shiro's grasp. He gazes up at the white haired boy and Shiro feels his grasp slacken as those serene jade orbs lock onto his. "It was suffering," comes the reply as his gaze drifts back to the small, disfigured body.
Although his fingers begin to quiver, Shiro's voice remains steady. "It would have healed, there was no reason to kill it." That petrifying gaze is lifted back to him. "It would take a long time, it was better to end it now." And at that, Shiro feels something within him snap, and his grip tightens to the point that Mitsuki begins clawing at his clenched …show more content…
"I love you," Shiro says, fingers curling to grasp the blanket. He feels Mitsuki's fingers pause, then resume softly raking through the pale white strands, even gentler than before. Shiro turns his face slightly, pressing his cheek against the other boy's thigh. He grips the blanket tightly with trembling fists. "I love you," he repeats, and even he can hear the way his voice wavers. He clenches his teeth, jaw locked, as he feels a shudder rack his body. Mitsuki's hand stills in his hair and trails its way down to his back where it begins tracing soothing circles. His knuckles have gone pale from the force of his grip, and Shiro surprises himself with the strangled breath that escapes his lips. "I love you so, so much," he chokes out, burying his face against the prince's upper