The Disclaimer is in the Summery box, I own Saguru and all OC's you see in this story.
This Chapter is part of the double chapter update. Hope you enjoy!
Turns out, I have made quite the helpful ally.
"Here you go, Saguru-sama. You should eat more." He says softly, his gentle voice aiding in his trap looks, putting some of his food on my plate. His soulful blue eyes gazing at me with worry and quite a bit of awe.
Now if I could only get rid of the utter devotion he held for me, everything would be great.
It creeps me out, especially since I have no clue in how I earned it. I was just being myself, nothing special.
-Flashback
The guy has been awake for a while now, around a few days if I'm actually counting right (and the food schedule is to be believed).
Turns out he is rather quiet, staying mostly out of my way and only answering when I ask something. My fellow soul always follows my lead, waiting for me to take my share before taking his own food. I took a bit more once to see if the guy would argue or react in some way, but they did nothing.
They were however surprised when I gave the plate to them.
"You need to eat more; you're skinnier then a twig." I tell him when he looks at me confused.
"…It's not necessary, I'm used to eating little." The young man says, his voice gentle and soft.
I frown a little at that. "Why is that?"
He looks surprised that I'm asking that, but answers, like always, "I was placed with a few others and they were always rather famished…" he trails off hesitantly as my frown grows.
"Well, you won't have to worry about that here. So eat your fill… do you have a name." I ask, not wanting to call him 'you', 'man', or let slip 'trap'.
(Even if he doesn't understand what that means, I still don't want to let it slip. He could find out in the future, and then that would be awkward.)
"0412." he answers promptly, then wincing at the sound of my palm meeting my face.
"That's not a name, that's these bastard's use of objectifying us to ease their conscience or to please their sick thrills. I mean a name, like something a mom or dad would give you." I explain through my fingers bitterly, my mood soured.
"…I don't have one…" the trap says, looking sad. Crap, please don't cry.
"Do… Do you want one?" I ask hesitantly, not sure if I'm crossing a boundary of something.
The strawberry blond (which is just long enough to reach the small of his back) just looks so surprised and startled, I think I have before they blush a bit, turning all shy all of a sudden.
(Traaaaaaaaaaaaap!)
"Yes, I would like one, if you could give me one." He says, a small smile on his face.
Sighing, I take this guy in. Even dirty and in ragged clothing, they're very beautiful, to a rather stunning degree. And despite the quiet nature, they're very intelligent; those eyes don't hide it, the way they take everything in and react accordingly to the situation. (Much like prey, always careful and wary around all the predators surrounding them.)
"Tomomi, the kanji for it is 'wisdom' and 'beauty'. Fitting for you." I say, keeping the fact that it can be for both boys and girls.
I am a little evil. Just a little.
Tomomi smiles at me like I gave him the world, his arms wrapping around himself in well-contained joy from what I see.
"Thank you." He says, starting to sound a bit choked up.
I smile a little, patting him on the shoulder.
-Flashback End
And ever since, I have had a devoted little follower.
At first, he had addressed me with the suffix Ue, but I put a stop to that fast. (I honesty don't deserve it, and it makes me sound so stuffy.)
I'm now trying to get him off sama, with very little success.
"Oh, and Saguru-sama, it'll be best to act in three days from now." He says serenely, calm and composed as he leans into me.
At his words, a slow smirk over comes my face, my body leaning against the wall as I relax, Tomomi following the movement, his head on my shoulder.
A most helpful ally indeed.
(AN)- So, I hope everyone has enjoyed this double update.