Alfred, son of a billionaire, was always told by his father, ever since he was little, to never talk with the workers of their estate. Of course, who expected a 6 year to listen to his father? Especially when the new gardener had a son his age.
The young blonde ran through the flowers of his father's garden. A bird chirped and caught his attention. He tip toed to it, but it flew off before he could get a good look at it.
"Darn it! Stupid birds always fly away. I just want to make a friend." Alfred pouted and crossed his arms.
"Ouch!" Alfred jerked his head in the direction of the voice.
"Hello?" He called out.
"Oh, gomen nasai!" Said a quiet voice from behind a rose bush.
"Gomen nasee?" Alfred said confused. "What does that mean?"
"Oh, it means sorry..." replied the voice.
Alfred laughed and ran around the plant. When he saw the boy that the voice belonged to, he became extremely happy. He didn't get to see many kids his age. His dad had him homeschooled and kept him on the property at all times. The boy sitting on the ground in front of him had jet black hair and soft brown eyes. It seemed that he was hurt. He was squeezing his finger in pain.
"Are you okay?" Alfred asked.
"Hai... I mean y-yes." The boy said with some trouble. "I just poked my finger on the bush."
"Oh yeah those roses are pointy." Alfred laughed. "So what your name?"
"My name is Kiku," said the boy as he smiled.
"That sounds funny!" giggled Alfred.
"Well, um, w-what is your name?" Kiku asked, a little nervous.
"I'm Alfred. I'm the hero of the earth!" Alfred puffed out his chest in his heroic pose.
Kiku gave a soft laugh.
"Come on, let's go play!" Alfred said pulling the boy's hand.
"Uh, okay, but I can't be gone too long. Tousan might get mad."
Alfred looked at his new friend with confusion. "Who's Tousan?"
Kiku remembered that Alfred didn't speak japanese and quickly fixed what he said. "My father."
"Oh..."
They played for a while, chasing each other in the large garden until Kiku's father called out.
"Kiku, come on, time to come in!"
Before the japanese boy left, Alfred stopped him. "Wait, Kiku, will I see you again?"
"Well I live in the hut in this garden with my father."
Alfred's face lit up at the news. He threw his arms around the smaller boy and hugged him. Kiku was obviously uncomfortable with the closeness and tried to pull away, but only succeeded in making Alfred hug tighter.
"Alfred, I have to go."
"Oh sorry," Alfred said when he let go. "Can I see you tomorrow?"
"Hai!" Kiku liked the thought of seeing Alfred again.
They waved bye to each other and went their ways. Alfred ran inside to find his dad. He found him sitting at his desk.
"Daddy! Is it time to eat yet?"
Mr. Jones looked up from his work to looked at his son. "Alfred, I'm busy right now. Why don't you go see if Francis has something for you."
"Okay!" Alfred ran out of the room to go find the family's cook. Francis had been the cook for over 10 years and was no longer considered a worker but a family friend. The blonde boy ran into the kitchen and almost into Francis.
"Whoa! Alfred slow down." Francis smiled. "Did your father send you to eat alone again?"
Alfred nodded. "But I understand, because he's busy!"
Francis smiled and shook his head. "I can eat with you, but only if you tell me where you disappeared to all day."
The boy's eyes went wide, but he agreed. "Okay."
The French cook turned to the counter and fixed a quick meal and served them both. "So, where were you all day?"
"I'll tell you, but you can't tell Daddy." Alfred said with a serious look.
"I promise I won't say a word to him."
"I made a new friend."
Francis raised his eyebrow. "A friend?"
"Yeah, but..." Alfred looked around the kitchen, which was empty except for them. "he was the gardener's son."
"Oh Alfred, you better be careful. If your father finds out about that then the boy will be in trouble."
"I know, but I won't tell him!"
Francis laughed at the excitable boy and finished their meal. Once they were done, Alfred waved to Francis and went to his room. His father never came to say goodnight, but instead had a maid put him to bed. After the maid left, Alfred sat awake in his bed, unable to fall asleep. He had his first real friend. Smiling he finally drifted off to sleep.
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