Actions

Work Header

The Destitute

Summary:

A dark night fell across the kingdom. One place was illuminated: the Aoyagi Palace. Soft yellow light were shining from every window, and black shadows danced around. Two were standing still through all the commotion.

Notes:

GIFT FOR IDSMILEAKITO!!! i wanted an excuse to write more akitoya fanfic anyway

also sorry for the infrequent updates. the chapters for this fic are also going to be short… a new chapter for every scene change or whatever

Chapter 1: Relevance

Chapter Text

A crummy house located amongst the edge of the main kingdom still had a little bit of light left inside it. It was overgrown with vines, but the candle light and soft curtains were the remnants of a home. Beyond the house, there was only wood and trees and even more foliage. Inside the house was a ginger and feral cat that made an old room its home.

Akito opened the door to his closet. He had been saving a nice suit for this very moment. A kingdom-wide ball had been announced, and, despite the need for payment to enter, anyone could go and dance.

It was a mostly black suit, but there were a couple elements of green, and the button up for it was a slightly off white color. It was lightly used, and an item he inherited from his dad after his passing.

This job was meant to be clandestine, therefore it was perfect. All Akito had to do was keep himself on the low, get a little close to the young prince, slit his throat, and leave.

Akito grabbed the suit’s hangar and quietly walked to his bedroom. His training over the years has paid off greatly, with gentle steps and a stable income as his reward.

He changed his clothes into the suit, which was only a little bit too big for him, generally wider around the arms, but he’s been slowly filling that extra space in with a little bit of muscle.

There was a small tear down in the left pant leg, but that’s the consequence of doing nothing to stop feral cats.

Akito took his hair brush and combed his hair to be as fancy as possible. He took a bottle of hairspray and lightly used it.

Akito grabbed his knife off of his dresser and tucked it into his suit. He adorned his hands with the small pieces of jewelry he had, and put on a green tie. He put on his only pair of dress shoes and polished them to give a bit more of a shine.

After a few seconds of stretching and admiring himself in the mirror, Akito was out the door.