Note --- Okay, the letter like so are memories. This is Riff's thoughts. This is Cain's thoughts. Got it? I do not own Godchild. I do own the maid, Lucille

Riff paced Cain's room anxiously as he waited for Cain to finished his bath. He always was in there for way too long. Riff had always told him that if he kept that up, he'd look like a prune - but Cain had stopped believing that when he was all of ten years old. The seconds passed like days, and finally, Cain emerged from the steamy bathroom wearing just a thick white bath towel. "Riff," Cain said in a light voice, "Would be kind enough to listen to my problems?"

"What problems, milord?" Riff asked, for he was truly confused.

"Well, you know, just things that aren't. . . aren't right." Cain dropped his towel and flopped onto his bed, wrapping himself in the blankets.

"Like what, exactly?" Riff asked, sitting on the bed next to Cain. Each breath he drew in began coming quicker and quicker, as Cain picked up his hand and lightly traced the veins that were clearly visible through his pale skin.

"Well first, there's all these stupid girls. Lord knows, I love it when I find some one actually worth it, but no one has ever even came close." That was a tear-jerker for Riff. A real punch in the face, a hit below the belt. To know that everything that he's ever felt, all the tears because of Cain, were worthless. Riff looked away. "Riff?" Cain reached out to turn Riff's porcelain face back. His hand was like ice on Riff's warm skin. "Like I was saying, no one can even came close to being what I wanted - except for this one person. They've been there for me a lot. But I'm nervous about the situation. I don't want things to become strange. Especially because they work for me here. . ." Riff instantly knew it was that new maid, Lucille. She was always flirting with Cain - not to mention every other male in the mansion. But Cain always seemed to be talking to her about something, and always looked nervous around her.

"Oh," was the only thing Riff could say to him.

"But, I'm going to take a chance, I think. I really want to be with this person." Cain said sincerely.

"Then, go for it I guess." Riff smiled with fake enthusiasm. He knew Cain always saw the fakeness of all his smiles - it was easy to see the sadness of his pale blue eyes. The only time Riff really smiled was when Cain was smiling.

"Thanks, Riff. I will. Tomorrow." So be ready, Riff. You're in for it.

Riff walked slowly down the hallway. He was again, waiting for Cain to finish his nightly bathing. What he had heard earlier walking past the kitchen truly puzzled him.

". . . and Riff told me to go for it last night." Cain said in a hushed tone to the maid, Lucille. She twirled a red-orange curl around her finger.

"Well, are you?" She asked in a whisper.

"Of course!"

"I'm so happy for you Cain!"

"I'm glad I've had a great friend like you to talk to, Lucille. I really do hope that. . . "

He thought long and hard as he paced the never-ending hallway. So, what could it mean? Don't get your hopes up, Riff.

"Riff?" He heard the muffled call of Cain. Riff walked into Cain's room, where he was sitting all bundled up in his blakets. Here we go. . . "Riff, there's something that I really need to tell you."

"Yes, milord?" Riff could feel the blood slowly creep to his face.

"See, that person that I really want to be with - " Cain swallowed hard as Riff sat next to him on the bed. "- is you. I think that I love you Riff." Cain whispered, his lips only inches from Riff's. His sweet breath filled Riff's nose.

"I never thought you would - " Cain's lips lightly touched Riff's for the first time. Riff almost passed out right then and there. Cain pulled away. Riff went back for more, and Cain's lips parted. It was three loud knocks on the door that stopped the two.

"Cain!?" A shreik called.

TBC. . . Okay. Chapter one - done! Hope you liked.