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[14-Aug-2021][Ayatsuri Sakon] Candle in the Dark
Title: Candle in the Dark
Day/Prompt: 14-Aug-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Zenkichi/Sakon
Rating/Warning(s): Teen,
"I'd do that again if I had to." Sakon said in a quiet voice. His face turned into a mask of solemnity, eyes grazing over the stolen manila file. His gaze never faltered as he read the contents.
Sakon was sad, upset, and it didn't take a genius to know seeing murder, daily too, was probably the culprit. Anyone would be. Zenkichi raised a brow, his lips pressed thin.
"That's for sure. You plan on doing it again?" He asked curiously.
Giving an attempt of a close-eyed, happy smile and a helpless shrug, Sakon nodded tiny as he slid the folder into Zenkichi's hands, pushing his hands through the pocket of his coat as he stared blankly at the floor.
Zenkichi's eyes flickered to the desk before returning to the boy in front of him, hands flipping through the assortment of papers with practiced ease. After so long of paper-pushing articles at his old haunts, you could only be so bad at it. His skills ensured he kept some distance, but sometimes he spotted other people in the details— friends and family.
Zenkichi studied the file again and continued to ponder what he knew about Sakon. He watched as the kid, who continued to stare at nothing in particular, softening from his hard, distancing shell into the boy he was— just some wide-eyed kid who ought to be puppeteering and not following other string-pulling.
The photographer knew all about schemes and machinations, exposing them for a living and all. If Sakon invited himself into the lion's den, then Zenkichi would come along. Kid needed a candle in the dark. More than likely though, Sakon'll end up being his.
"Well,"
Offering back the file, Zenkichi held back the words of concern; they'd talk about it later, when Sakon was okay, Zenkichi had his story, and the case was solved. Instead, a warm grin spread across his face, and Zenkichi lazily dropped the yellow paper in Sakon's hands, ruffling Sakon's black bangs playfully.
Sakon jolted into reality, as if drenched in water, rapidly blinking as color flooded his face.
"Then we'd best get going," Zenkichi chuckled as he glanced down to see Sakon relieved at not going it alone.
Day/Prompt: 14-Aug-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Zenkichi/Sakon
Rating/Warning(s): Teen,
"I'd do that again if I had to." Sakon said in a quiet voice. His face turned into a mask of solemnity, eyes grazing over the stolen manila file. His gaze never faltered as he read the contents.
Sakon was sad, upset, and it didn't take a genius to know seeing murder, daily too, was probably the culprit. Anyone would be. Zenkichi raised a brow, his lips pressed thin.
"That's for sure. You plan on doing it again?" He asked curiously.
Giving an attempt of a close-eyed, happy smile and a helpless shrug, Sakon nodded tiny as he slid the folder into Zenkichi's hands, pushing his hands through the pocket of his coat as he stared blankly at the floor.
Zenkichi's eyes flickered to the desk before returning to the boy in front of him, hands flipping through the assortment of papers with practiced ease. After so long of paper-pushing articles at his old haunts, you could only be so bad at it. His skills ensured he kept some distance, but sometimes he spotted other people in the details— friends and family.
Zenkichi studied the file again and continued to ponder what he knew about Sakon. He watched as the kid, who continued to stare at nothing in particular, softening from his hard, distancing shell into the boy he was— just some wide-eyed kid who ought to be puppeteering and not following other string-pulling.
The photographer knew all about schemes and machinations, exposing them for a living and all. If Sakon invited himself into the lion's den, then Zenkichi would come along. Kid needed a candle in the dark. More than likely though, Sakon'll end up being his.
"Well,"
Offering back the file, Zenkichi held back the words of concern; they'd talk about it later, when Sakon was okay, Zenkichi had his story, and the case was solved. Instead, a warm grin spread across his face, and Zenkichi lazily dropped the yellow paper in Sakon's hands, ruffling Sakon's black bangs playfully.
Sakon jolted into reality, as if drenched in water, rapidly blinking as color flooded his face.
"Then we'd best get going," Zenkichi chuckled as he glanced down to see Sakon relieved at not going it alone.