Title:The Flower's Thorn

Author: DarKradWings

Theme: 18. little black threatbook

Patch: 7th

Warning: Umm... I don't need a warning.... OH! It's a little freaky a the end... That's about it. O.o;; Oh! And it's obviously twincest. You should have figured that out by now.

Author's Notes: I decided on the theme, Little Black Threatbook for this story, because... well... it fit SO well... how could I NOT use this theme?!

Summary: What happens when suitors try to court the younger twin? They get killed. A tiny glimpse at Mikel's... possessive nature.

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A usual sight within the confines of the Elysian Estate, was the sight of its master sitting by a windowsill, or lounging in a sea of pillows on the floor, or even standing with his back to the wind and his hair billowing around his slender frame. It was also a common sight to see a notebook in one hand and possibly a flower in the other. Of course, such a sight might seem a bit odd to those who don't know the boy. But for those who did know him, it was natural and completely understandable... if not a little, disturbing.

For those that knew him, the flower and the book would be taken as a sign to leave him alone, not bother or disturb him in any way until whatever he was going to do was done and the little black book was well out of sight. Given, there were some by far more closer to the youth than most who would approach, joke and the be on their way without the book ever being opened and the flower never once mishandled.

But it was rare and few if ever.

You see... the flower was usually a gift; either from a suitor to the master or to his younger andvery beautiful brother. And the book? That was where the names of all these suitors was kept. Usually, if he held this book in his hand along with the blossom, it meant that the flower was given to his brother, which was never a good thing.

As anyone who knew anything knew, one thing was certain. Gifts were not to be given to his younger twin. Certainly not gifts that would detour the younger sibling's affections away from him.

No... that was NOT allowed at ALL.

If someone from the outside world planned to court the younger of the two masters, it could mean all hell on earth, since the older brother was quite possessive of what belonged to him. Especially when the "object" in question was his little brother. He loved him, dearly and with all he had. There was nothing more important to him in the entire world, nothing that could compare in value or have more meaning that his Kitsune.

The very thought that there were others out there that wanted to share in his brother's affections was absurd, for more thanone reason. First of all, it was just not allowed. No one was allowed to touch what belonged so preciously to him. Second, they did not deserve him. No one did, but least of all humans! Thirdly, Kitsune was in love with him, not them! What were they thinking trying to take away the one and only special thing he had ever wanted?! They had no right... none whatsoever!

And the list went on and on...

Thus, his little black book was kept for such happenings. This book that could bring about certain destruction to whomever's name was written inside of it by him.

"Hiroyama Isshou." The name was script in crimson underneath a good many others and the flower in which he held in his slender fingers withered to a dreadful husk of it's once beautiful splender. As the pen lifted off the page, the morose screams of the man whom the decayed lily previously belonged to ripped through room from amidst the book's pages as if the leatherback was actually alive and in great pain. He closed the black cover over it's old and worn pages and let an eerie smile play on his lips as he hummed along with the agonized screams of the man whose fate was sealed within the pages of the master's judgement.

OWARI