He didn't know why he felt the urge, but he did. Claude Faustus, butler of the Trancy manor walked down the long rows of beds at the hospital, looking from one to another until he found the one he'd been pulled to. Laying in the bed was a woman no older than 22, bruised and battered. A child was curled up at her side, one of her arms wrapped loosely around him as he slept. The woman's gaze was peaceful as she watched the child sleep. Claude quietly walked towards the woman, but she still looked up. She blinked her eyes, looking up at Claude, showing her two different colored eyes, one sky blue and one dark chocolate brown. As recognition dawned on her, her eyes widened more so.
"Y-you," she whispered as her memories took her back to when she had first seen him. She glanced down at the child as he stirred slightly before falling back into a peaceful slumber. Claude's eyes drifted down to the sleeping child, taking in his small dusting of freckles that seemed to clash with his midnight black hair. He tried to keep his anger in check as he looked back at the woman.
"Who's is he?" he asked quietly. She sighed quietly, watching the child sleep.
"He's yours," was all she said, gently resting her hand on the child's head.
Claude blinked before narrowing his eyes. "That is not possible."
"Don't dare question me. I have only been with one man my life and have been disowned by my family for it." She glared up at him, her hand now protectively resting on the sleeping boy's head. "Even when they demanded I put him up for adoption, I refused. And for that, they turned their back on their only child." He studied her face, taking in everything about her, her eyes, her full lips, the well hidden gray hairs sprinkled in her dark red hair.
"Then why keep him if it meant losing your family?" he asked softly.
Her eyes narrowed. "Why are you here? After four years you take an interest in a past event?"
Claude sighed, shaking his head. "Even I do not know," He looked at the dark bruises on her arms and cheek. After the distance he had put between them, he still felt possessive of her. He gently brushed his gloved hand against her cheek. "And how did these come into being?" he murmured.
She looked down quickly. "A person didn't like to be told 'no'" she replied carefully.
Claude waited a few moments before speaking again. "And your employment?"
"No doubt gone to another in need of money," she sighed bitterly.
He nodded slightly. "And the child's name?"
The woman looked up at him, studying him closely. "Aaron."
Claude looked back down at the child, the name echoing through his head. Aaron...Aaron...Aaron... He turned sharply to go. "You shall hear from my benefactor and myself soon. Until then, rest, Harmony."
"Why did you even come?" she questioned, watching his body posture closely.
"We'll both find out, now won't we?" he murmured before walking away.