For every anime I dare stumble upon, I try my best to write a piece for it. When Griffith first asked Gatsu to kill for him, that scene became one of my favorites. That side of their leader is very intriguing and speaks a lot about him. Thus, it is why I have put my own little spin on it.

-Assassination-

Griffith looked across to Gatsu, his firm smile still lingering on his smug lips. His blue eyes stared at him deviously, for a long moment and took in the appearance of the fighter, his commander, his own that accepted to slaughter his foes with the merciless blade he wielded. After all, he has previously stolen a hundred lives for a lesser power, a smaller cause.

Gatsu truly was his property, since that faithful day, three years ago and yet the reminiscence burned freshly in his memory. They were young at the time, spilling blood as if it was their potential for greatness. Griffith ordered and grinned in mirth even if the task was as brutal as every battle they fought along side. His forced follower would do just so and obey.

There had never been a price for triumph; no coins could ever really pay for someone's life, though most thought it. Victory and survival was enough for some mercenaries. Gatsu never yearned for money, only acquiring new skills for the next combat in his way. Now, he had to ensue an issued path, a road being built as they progressed to a dream.

Griffith's dream was what they fought for, their own but little crossroads all leading into one, large enough for every soldier's feet. If anything came amid the seeker and his desire, no matter what it is, it would meet a cold steal blade and then the next one from death itself.

Royalty and nobles dared interfere and Gatsu agreed to murder them. Griffith could utter but his sincerity.

''Thank you.''

Gatsu returned the smile as equally, across his mouth.

His leader, standing before him, stepped up to his taller frame, broad shoulders and darker skin stood like a statue. As if ritual, the ivory hand reached out for the collarbone, bare of all armor and rested it there.

His toes pushed up from his ebony boots and gently, he leaned up and pressed his lips to a tan cheek. The warm sensation and chaste kiss slowly fluttered away as a swift blur of white hair passed before his onyx depths, almost bottomless and to the other side of his face. The motion repeated itself as Griffith retreated.

''It is not payment for your duty.'' He would never offer him a coin.

''Nor, an incentive.'' He added. Gatsu never required a prize or even reason; he always followed his captain's wishes.

''Simply, my thanks.'' Another smile met his eye.

Now, under his black cloak and the veil of darkness whilst the evening entertainment unfurled, he had a job to do.

-EndE-

From the eyes of a yaoi + shounen-ai fan.