SUGAR COATED SNOW
It had rolled around unto the calendar again, the changing of the seasons brought about winter cold, along with the death a recession of most living things. I had not been within my own residence for more then a weeks' time, his fear of most things surrendering him into a helpless child, although his fight skills could counted all from which I have said, he was gentle and soft, not the tyrant he occasionally portrayed with his bad tempers.
Although I should have gone home, I should have addressed my parents at least twice more then what I had done his needs proving far greater then that of my own. My eyes blinked open swiftly as his maids came from the golden door, each carrying an innocent smile on their lips, hair done back and slicked into a bun, or it hung neatly over their shoulders, a small twinge of tension coming from their bodies, each knowing the severity of the situation. as they all waited for the eruption of anger this small boy could give them, if his sleep requirements had not been met the previous evening.
"Mitsukuni- Senpai," they said nervously a twitching grin on all their small faces, " it is time to get up heh heh." the blonde headed boy only stirred like that of a small rabbit, prancing quickly to its next location, and I knew this was going to be a rough morning. His small fingers gripped my clothing as a light sigh came past his lips, eyes watering with exhaustion.
"I'm still sleepy…" he growled against me, causing his servants to squirm in panic, rustling about the room trying to prepare things in fashioned order, drawing a bath, bringing breakfast, laying out his uniform, shinning his shoes. "Takashi…" he whimpered to me, nestling his face further into my chest, another petite arm wrapping around my waist, his glossy hair askew, a slight shiver rising through his limbs as cold air drafted from a shinning silver vent below the left corner of his bed. "Takashi, why is it so cold?" he asked a question that could be seen as apparent by the simple gesture of turning ones head to gaze at the falling snow, dancing just outside a glorious window that stretched across most of the wall.
"Because it is Winter." I said simply allowing myself to raise from the sheets, bringing him with me, his head still heavy against me bare torso, yawning while stretching one of his arms to the opposite wall, my own arm around his shoulders, my hand securing his pink blanket around his tiny frame, trying to keep the cold off his flesh.
"We are glad to see you awake young master." a butler can his hand holding a gleaming trey the tips of his fingers shifting the weight from time to time, but over all maintaining the straight and narrow balance of the silverware resting on its face. Suited to a T, black over cost, white button up shirt, clothing starched to the point of cracking if the proper movements were not made when needed, this man appeared wary of his work, his occupation, allowing a slight passing of suspicion to coarse through my inner thoughts, but ignored the note and continued with the dangerous task of waking my dearest friend. He only growled and buried his nose into the crook of my neck, his hair tickling my skin but me still showing the same face as I always did, stolid.
"Master Takashi your clothes have been washed and are ready for you when you see fit." the butler spoke to me, dull humming coming from his tone, something hidden, but my thoughts once again wondered back to the small male falling over into me lap, breathing softly in sleep.
"Arigato." I replied to his statement, lifting the so called young master and redirected his tired being to me shoulder, placing his arms on either side of my throat, they themselves locking behind my head, two fingers holding the blush colored Usa-chan, his bunny Rabbit.
"Takashi… don't make me Takashi." his gentle pleads almost caused me to give in to his sweet wish, such a simple thing to ask from me, from anyone, but he would ask me, knowing I would give, knowing I would grant it, but we had exams this sunrise and then again the following afternoon, his schedule did not call for absences.
"Mitsukuni we have things to do… you cannot lie in bad all morning." I answered plainly, putting a foot on the cold tile floor, and doing the same with the other, the shock it gave me was enough to lift myself from the warm beddings my body craved from the moment I left. My reflection dark and mood struck as I glanced into the mirror, maids following me, each holding something different in their hands, well manicured finger nails shimmering from the dim glow of diamond studded lamps. I carried him to the private bathing corridors, where I set him a small white stool adjacent to the polished white tub, already glistening with warm water, and the slight scent of pastries.
"Mitsukuni, are you going to bathe yourself," I did not ask a question, the answer already clear to me, his dazed head bobbing from is chest to the air several times before it stay silent against the granite counter next to him. Letting a sigh come past my teeth I slowly walked to him, wrapping my hand around his waist pulling his ear to my lips, "Mitsukuni would you like me to assist you in the discarding of your garments, or are you going to find it in you to do it yourself." I felt the heat in his cheeks rise, a faint glow of crimson coming from his face.
"No… I can do it myself." he whimpered turning his head against mine, his thumb now within his mouth biting lightly on the tip.
"Then I will wait outside for you, don't be to long." I sounded melancholy I know, but his aggravation and disposition was something I grew tired of, but still his adoration and sweet peach would and always surrender me helpless. I traveled down the narrow halls, the light base coloring that gave the walls something other then finery, had spots of grey sunlight as the windows that surrounded the passageways were being opened by small maiden commoners.
"Mori-Senpai…" a young girl came to me, looking the same way as most do, sheepish, shy, her shoulders concaved on themselves as she fiddled with the hem of her dress, "I..I have been told to lead you to where your clothing is…" she only glanced at me, a pink ribbon threading itself across the bridge of her perfect nose. "if…if you could please follow me Senpai." I did nothing but stare, as I often did, not really caring for girls such as herself, not really caring for women, not that I cared for men as the mischievous twins did, or the sly grins Tamaki and Kyouya would pass one another, I found relations with people that had no connection to me from birth useless and time consuming but it brought others this joy and untold happiness that clearly I could give to a particular female group. Nodding to her request I followed her chipper step a few door down, gold trimming the handles, silver paint layered over the expensive wood, her tiny hands opening the entrance my uniform folded neatly on pink sheets, my own shoes polished, glossy and reflecting light back to the crystal chandelier.
Sighing I began the repetitive process of unclothing and re clothing into stiff slacked shirts and heavy coats, strangling ties, and waist binding belts. My white tang top slid from my arms and shoulders with ease, a slight chill making my skin twitch.
"Uhh." the red strip that once marred her face and had into a flaming mask her head rushing to the floor, her body trembling, "K-komenisai…" she apologized, retreating from the room.
"I forgot she was there," my words reflecting the thoughts of my mind. My ideas seemed to be wondering more then usual on this morning. After knotting the purple and black stripped tie, I slipped the blazer over my back and headed across the floor, my shoes clacking against the bronze tile, until my hand reached the door knob turned and found my leg being tackled by a soaked Mitsukuni, a towel covering him as his wet fingertips dug into my clothing.
"Takashi?" his brilliant golden eyes stared at mine, the tears of sleep still coming past his lashes. Taking a breath I retrieved him from the ground pulling him against me, the warm steam of bath water still resonating from his pores.
"Time to get dressed." my voice felt lower then past speaking but I could feel the time creeping upon us in very swift pace.
"Young Master!" a horde of servants came after him, all stopping and catching their breath once they found him nestled against my neck, legs wrapped around my waist, a string snapping within me, as I tried to ignore how much of his bare skin was touching my own, biting the inside of my cheek to restrain in un necessary tension I paced into his bed holdings, another string with in me snapping at the thought of a single word. Bed. I sighed, picking a piece of clothing from his dresser, sitting him a lavished chair as his tired body sank into the upholstery, I removed the towel from him slipping undergarments unto him as quickly as I could, this event not uncommon when rough mornings came around, if only his parents knew. A weak smile curled on my lips as I tried to stay composed, imagining the distraught expression that would behold their faces.
I then died his hair with the another bath sheet from the pervious morning, ruffling his hair into tangles and knots, that would fall back into perfect place once a comb was run through is strands. He whispered my name, once again falling into peaceful trance, another string popping, I took in a shaky breath replacing his close to naked body with vestment. Stringing his shoes, grabbing his blanket, and his rabbit, putting them into a pure white duffle bag with the inscription in gold letters, "Usa-Chan" threw it over my shoulder and then replicating the same act but with more care as I regained my hold over Mitsukuni, I retired from the room and walked down the long staircase, that wound it's way through a stone tower. Waving my hand to the driver of a silk white Limo, our book bags already within it's compartments, I stepped inside seating myself and then laid Hunny across my legs as he stayed quiet, his thumb being nibbled on by his white teeth.
Another string snapped. The elongated car began its drive, smoothly making its way to our Oran high School, the clock tower could be seen, gleaming in solid riches. These breaking strings, they unbound themselves every morning when this occurred, when his sleep had not been thorough, how many did I have left before I gave? how could I reattach them so I wouldn't?
Would My Young Master Suffer if they did?