[Bored again, so I've decided to try something new and…well yeah. If it gets no reviews I'll delete it if it does I'll continue it. Tell me what you think. ]
A presumptuous meeting
"This will be your living quarters." The woman gestured to the left, a small room dictated for his own personal use. "Not to worry the young master is in the room adjacent to your own. From this room you can keep an eye on him and make sure nothing befalls him." She sighed gently opening the door to the room itself. "It has all the basic living conditions. A bed, bathroom, vanity and dressing room where you may keep your clothes and any other unsightly things you may have brought with you from the slums." Her nose wrinkled distastefully before turning her back on him and walking in. "Your bags will be brought in shortly though I don't think anything you may have had previously would do here. Most of your clothes will be burned and from there the master will buy you new clothes. Of course that will be coming out of your pay, nothing here is free. You work for your keep." She glanced to the red head before ushering him back out the door to the corridors.
He nodded slowly keeping up with her pace, "Yes Mistress Takada." He mumbled keeping his head down at an angle as she continued to stop forward. The heels of her shoes connected sharply with cold stone floors. "I shall do my very best to keep the young master happy and content with the best of my abilities." He sighed running a bit to keep up with the woman. "Will I be meeting him soon or am I not decent enough right now to present myself to him?" He came to an abrupt stop as she looked him over several times before shaking her head. He frowned, "Then what should I do milady to make myself look more presentable to him?"
She sighed, "Pull that hair back, it's messy and unkempt. Your fingernails must be cut, clothing changed and a good bath wouldn't be bad for you either." She snapped taking him firmly by the arm. "Lucky for you the master of the house seems to favour you for some reason." She watched him blush slightly. "Ah, I see now, why you're favoured. Is that why you were brought here?" She questioned but the boy didn't respond. "Well, in that case there's been a bath prepared for you. Do as best as you can to wash off and from there I'll send in a couple of attendant girls to help you more. I'm sure we can make a good attendant out of you, yet!"
Takada opened the door of the washroom a flood of pent up steam blowing her hair out of her face before she gestured for the boy to enter. "Go ahead Mail, it's not going to hurt you I promise." She mumbled. "When you've undressed place your clothing outside of the door we'll take care of it from there. When you've finished there should be a suit or something more fitting awaiting you, no need to thank any of us. It's the least we can do." She smirked slightly. "Your job isn't the easiest."
His eyes widened slightly. "I heard the prince is the most benevolent of them all and that in the future he will make a very excellent king." He cried watching the woman. "I-I've never been able to glimpse him myself but I'm sure he can't be nearly as demanding as princes of neighbouring countries. He must be a good man, a very good man."
Takada watched the display with the same sentiment as someone watching a man going to his death. "Outside the castle yes, inside he's just as whiny and bratty as the rest of them. I wouldn't want my words to be repeated but the last of his attendants he ran out in three days. He seems to pride himself in doing it. Making them all run in fear of him. His very aura is nothing like his father, he's dominating and willing to use any and everything to his advantage to get what he wants. He'll hold anything over your head to determine your character and then cast you out into the streets when he deems you untrustworthy." She reached a hand up caressing Mail's face gently. "Don't you worry though, I can tell. You're different from the rest of them. Completely different, you'll do just fine matching him. You're trustworthy to the king and he brought you here so there's nothing to worry about for now."
He nodded gently taking a step into the bathing area. "Thank you milady. I-I really appreciate those words. If you have faith in me then I have faith in myself." He grinned gently closing the door behind him and heading towards the source of the steam.
She raised an eyebrow, "How foolhardy though that boy could be useful to me." She smiled heading down the corridors once more. "In my time here I haven't been able to become one of the kings' favourites but with his help…I'm sure that I can become the new queen even if it's by force." A gentle snicker passed from her lips before a long string of crackling throughout the hallways.
Mail of course didn't hear a thing other than the taps running refreshing water. He reached forward turning the taps off before tilting his head. "One must be hot water, the other cold to balance the stream out." He tapped his lip gently, "Well, it's just like yin and yang…" He breathed in deeply beginning to remove his clothes a finger dipped into the side of the water in order to test it's hotness, it didn't seem to be too bad on either favour.
Once he had slipped his clothing outside, he submerged himself into the bath releasing a gentle sigh and leaning back. He allowed the water to pool over him before his crossed his legs staring up at the vaulted ceiling. "He's a brat prince, he runs out his attendants and he's cold hearted?" He asked aloud. "No one is that cruel." He bristled, "But if he is I'll be fine! It doesn't matter; I'll make sure that I'll work my way into my position. Nothing he does is going to run me out." He sighed, "Nothing he does can run me out."
It was truthful; he was to be here for life. Since he was young his mother and father had own several businesses though through the years the business had declined and eventually shut down completely. It left his family in so much debt that his mother and father sold him into prostitution to pay off their debts. He wasn't sure where they had gone from there but he was nothing but an extra mouth to feed by any chance. In the brothel, he had been favoured by many at least until the king showed up. After the weekend with the man no one was aloud to touch him, only the king himself. It had been hush hush but he knew the truth. Even the brothel had it's limitations and when he was to be sold to another brothel counties the king made good on his promises from so many nights and freed Mail. His freedom was bittersweet, the man wasn't willing to give up his grasp on the boy and Matt had known better all along. He had been drugged and brought here, to the palace where he was to work off the money the king had paid for his release by selling his body to the man and watching over his son, the prince Mello.
The clothes fit perfectly, to a tee actually but it was suspected. The king knew his size; from all the trinkets he received for being favourited he was bound to know one way or another. He returned to his room waiting to be called upon. He couldn't say this new life was going to be bad just yet. He had gone from being a prostitute to being a cohort of the king. From there he had moved to favourited attendant and helper of the prince he hadn't met yet. He had his own bed, vanity and new clothing on the way. Nothing here was bad; it was all actually turning around from him. He smiled gently, if only his mother and father could see him now. It was still a bit shameful but in a few ways he had worked his way here but he didn't like the idea of favourited whore.
"You've returned." A gentle coo from the adjacent door where the prince was said to lay his head. "Wonderful, it's bad to keep one such as myself waiting." The arrogant tone rang through the words. "But what's happened has happened."
The creaking of leather was heard from the doorway before the crunch of the bed tilting to another weight. From there and encirclement of arms around Mail's neck where he gently caressed his face and ran fingers through his hair gingerly. He guessed this was the prince's way either to welcome him or frighten him but in any case he stayed still.
"Your name is Mail?" He questioned into Mail's ear before he slowly nodded his head. "I don't like that name, from now on your Matt. Much, much more simple and it has a better ring. You look like a Matt." He snickered, "How old are you?" He questioned running his fingers down the others chest.
"Seventeen." Was the gentle reply. He wasn't sure what he was to do. Looking at the man could possibly incite anger but then again he had no idea if he was the prince or not. "A-Are you the prince Mello?" He questioned as he felt a shift against his head. The man had nodded yes. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Another simple nod when the other continued to play and caress. "Is there something you want?"
He shrugged slightly, "Not at all, I simply wanted to see what was so interesting about a man to my father." He smirked gently watching the boys face redden. "Oh yes, mother and I know very well of the young consort that enchanted my fathers heart and when I heard you would be coming here…I guessed you were insane." He laughed softly.
Matt breathed in deeply to keep his composure. "It wasn't my idea milord, it was your father the kings…"
Mello sighed sipping into the empty spot between Matt and the end of the bed before reclining, his shirt riding up to a tanned waist. "Go ahead look, you're already shameless aren't you?"
Matt glanced back at the man. Blond hair falling into a neat bowl cut, he was handsome but his eyes were large. Where someone would expect them to be innocent instead they said more of pain and anger, pent up pain and anger that could be released at any time. His mouth was forced into a tight line to rid himself of telling facial expressions and his blue gaze was narrowed inherently on Matt's face. "No milord. I have shame; the things I have done to get here are not my fault." He replied gently.
A hand raised as Matt braced himself to receive a slap but instead a soft touch ran across his cheek. "I see, nothing you have done is your fault. I guess you're right. You were forced, I presume into prostitution and because of your strange looks you attracted my father you happened to glance you through a window. I myself have seen you several times; I remember your hair, those eyes." He paused running his fingers upward through Matt's hair. He smiled gently, "But still it is inexcusable what you have done to my family." His grip tightened before he pulled Matt to his own face. "Because of this, whether it be your fault or not you will be my personal puppy punching bag." He smirked slightly tilting the boys head up. "You shall respect me as such, not only as the future king but as your master. I'll have my revenge on you…for what you've done." He growled shoving Matt back on the bed and moving to stand. "Come along puppy you have duties to attend to."
Matt was shaking. All that had been said about the man was true; he could only guess what this man had up his sleeve with almost overwhelming power and influence. He was utterly doomed wasn't he? "Y-Yes milord." The blond shot a glare. "I mean…master Mello." He followed the man back through the doors where they shut slowly behind them.
[Well here it is…I don't know if it's any good but I tried. Sue me, no not really. If there are reviews, alerts or maybe even favourites I'll continue. Please review guys, it would mean a lot to me.]