Mayuki tossed and turned in his bed, somehow restless after the tiring day he had had. He shifted himself to look at the clock on his dresser, which was a bit higher than he expected it to be. The numbers displayed were 2:15, but Mayuki was no longer interested in the time. There was a box underneath the alarm clock. Hmm... He thought. Wonder how I missed that earlier. Sitting up, Mayuki set his feet on the polished wood floor and slowly pushed himself up and off the bed. The second all his weight was off the bed, a blinding pain set in his head. "Fuck..." He whispered, breathing heavy from only seconds of the intense pain. He leaned against the wall, pushing on it as if he were the only thing holding it up. Keeping his hands on the wall, he staggered to the dresser, mere feet seeming like miles. When he reached the box, he was completely out of breath. Snatching it quickly he bounded back to the bed and collapsed on it. The pain started to clear slowly, and Mayuki's moaning and whimpering stopped. For some odd reason, those aches hit around this time. Always, lately. He was beginning to get sick of it. Ah well. It's gone now. He reached over to his nightstand to grab a knife and cut through the tape that was keeping the box shut. The glint of the knife mesmerized him momentarily and his hands faltered. Blood trickled down his hand slowly, almost tauntingly. Mayuki leaned down and licks the trail of crimson up suggestively, putting on a show for no one in particular. At this he giggled, glancing next to him at the stuffed rabbit, and opening his mouth. "You'll watch my show, won't you, Pantech?" He was no vampire, but Mayuki adored blood. The way it gleamed in the light, and the way it flowed down his throat effortlessly. Sucking harshly at the would for the last time, he turned his attention from the cut to the box. All the tape was off and there was a small blood stain at the top. Hoping the contents of the box hadn't been stained, he cautiously opened the box, filled to the brim with anticipation. He was surprised at what lay inside. The whole box was full of soft black feathers. "Sugoi!" He exclaimed excitedly. But where did they come from, I wonder... As soon as Mayuki thought that, he noticed something white poking out from amongst all the black. He stuck his hand inside and grabbed the object. It was an envelope with his name written in dark crimson on the front. Flipping it over, he found it was already open. He grabbed the paper from inside and folded it out, though it only contained a few words.

Dearest Mayuki,

These feathers from my wings, picked by my very own hand. All for you.
Pain is love.

X
Rayne

'X.' For a single kiss. Mayuki pondered this. Who left this here? How'd they get into my apartment? Questions swam through his head, making him feel dizzy once again. Putting the note in the envelope, and the envelope in the box, he took a single feather from the box before placing it on the floor next to the bed. He glanced at the clock once more. 3:00 AM. Mayuki yawned, not realizing the exhaustion that had set upon him. He curled up under the blanket and pulled Pantech into his arms, still holding the feather in his hand. There was only one word going through his head before he surrendered himself to dreams. Rayne...