Prologue

"Hurry up, slowpoke!"
"H-hey! I-I'm coming! Hold up. Hey!"
"You better hurry! Or else we're going to leave you behind."

Now he sits there wondering if it was true. Did she really leave him behind? Did she move too far ahead? Or did he move too far ahead? Was it on accident or on purpose? Can he take a step behind? Will it ever be the same again?
Many different thoughts swirl through his head making him groan and clutch his head in pain and frustration. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he continued to fist his hair. He clenched his eyes shut, making the edge of his eyes slightly crinkle. He grinded his teeth, imagining that there was a pillow in between them.
After a few minutes of his mental battle, he sighed in relief when he realized that the headache was gone. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the soft exterior of the rug. The corner of his mouth quirked up, before he leant back onto the floral printed armchair. He felt the texture of the knitted crochet.

"E-excuse me, young sir?" A timid voice broke his peaceful silence. He opened one of his eyes to see who it was.
It was the new maid.
He forgot her name, but it reminded him of spring. He sighed again and replied with his usual bored tone, "Yes?"
The spring maid jumped up from his sultry voice and blushed madly. She played with the hem of her apron and stammered, "E-Eiko-san asked if you would like some tea for your headache, sir."
He tried his best not to let his amusement show as he continued to look at the blushing maid. He turned back to look at the ceiling before closing his eyes in pleasure, "Yes. Herbal mint tea sounds good, right about now." He opened his eyes with a smirk and looked at her seductively, "Would you be a dear and pass on the message?"
He knew she couldn't resist. Not intentionally being arrogant; he just knew he was handsome. From his chin to the shape of his body, he can capture any girl with just a glance. He chuckled to himself when she did as what he anticipated; she blushed and stuttered a 'yes, sir', before walking out the door, almost tripping over her newly polished patent shoes.
He smirked to himself and laughed quietly. Although it wasn't loud, his shoulders shook with laughter. All girls are the same, he thought to himself with fake delight, easily flustered under the gaze of a handsome man. They can be easily hooked as a fish in a pond. How adorable.
"You shouldn't be messing with a young lady's emotion like that." A new voice stated. He turned around only to be met by a pair of forest green eyes. It was narrowed into slits as she stepped out of the shadow. He could tell that she was angry and bothered by his early action with the new maid. It was easy to tell the way she crossed her arms over her chest, making it bigger than normal. Her right foot over her left, as she tapped her ring finger on her upper arm.
The frown on her face was visible, as he relaxed his shoulders. He turned back around and smirked, "Ah. You've seen that, haven't you? Although, you see it every day, you always seemed bothered by it. Could it be that you're possibly jealous?"
She snorted softly and uncrossed her arms. Her arms went limp to her side, as her hips swayed to the side when she walked closer to him. She sat down on the arm of the chair and leant down to his ear. He felt her warm breath and instantly tried to keep down his excitement.
"My feelings for you have nothing to do the way you treat women with distaste. Truth be told, girls should be disgusted by you." She whispered furiously, as she gripped the arm of the armchair he was sitting on.

"Well, women have no problem with me and my disgust to them. If anything, they seem to enjoy it. "He looked up to her vibrant green eyes, "And feelings, you say? Hm. Care to elaborate your feelings for me?" His eyes held mischievousness and trouble. Her eyes glared down at his with disdain.
"Disgust, arrogant, foolish, snobby, ungrateful, egoistic, masochist, sadistic, evil, selfish, and many more I cannot list at the moment." She listed the words with ease, like a river full of unspoken words.
He frowned at her response, "Why not now?"
It was her turn to smirk down at him, "That maid is coming, "before walking towards another set of double doors from the back of the library. His eyes followed her steps and stopped when the door closed with a soft thud.
He sighed tiredly and rubbed his temple. He heard another set of double door open and saw that new maid with a tray of tea and cookies. The strong scented tea, mixed with sugar cookies, wafted in his nose as he inhaled the wondrous scent.
She set the tray down on the coffee table and stood stiffly by his side. He looked down at the tray and reminded himself to thank Eiko-san for the tea and cookies. She put just the right amount of sugar on the cookie, noting how he wasn't supposed to have many sweets. The bitter smell of tea made him want to groan in delight.
He looked back up at the fidgety maid and smiled falsely. His lying abilities are difficult to know if it's a lie or the truth. Kins and friends cannot decided if its legit or a false accusation.
Not even he can know which one.
"Thank you for your kind service. You can go now." He brushed her off with a wave with his hand, closed eyes nonchalantly.
"O-oh! Yes! Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I'm sorry, sir." She stuttered embarrassingly before stumbling out of the room.
But before she had the chance to step out of the library, he called her back.
"Excuse me." He voiced. She quickly turned around, red faced and wide eyed.
"Y-yes, sir?"
His fake smile enchanted her and he knew it, "Would you mind mentioning your name?"
She mentally face palmed herself. How could she forget to introduce herself?
"I-I'm Chiharu, sir. Chiharu Saike." She bowed down with respect to her new masters.
He hid his smirk from behind the rim of his tea cup. The bitter taste swallowing down his hollow throat as he gulped it down. The warmth of the tea spread throughout the whole body and he invisibly shivered.
"Good to know."