13CC: Okay here's the second chapter! I hope you enjoy it!
Dark leaned against the door frame watching his new slave scrubbing the floor of his bedroom with a rough brush. His thins arms and body moved forward and backward along with the brush. The small boy paused for a minute sitting back on his feet and using his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
"I'm finished," the boy said turning to Dark expectantly. His voice was filled with anger.
"Then it's time for breakfast," Dark said ignoring the loathing look that was being directed at him. He stood up straight and started to walk away. The voice of the smaller boy stopped him.
"I can't cook," He practically growled.
"That's what I have chiefs for. Now come on!"
Daisuke scowled, but followed the violet haired boy to the dinning room. Dark gestured to a chair next to him for Daisuke to sit in. As the boy was reaching for the chair someone pulled it out for him. He looked up and saw the blue eyed boy from the day before.
"Th-thank you," Daisuke said blushing as he sat down.
"Satoshi what are you doing? That's my slave!" Dark said to the blunette. The boy said nothing, but left the room.
"Who was that?" Daisuke asked.
"My little brother Satoshi," Dark said in a dismissive tone as food was placed before them. The prince instantly began to chow down not remembering that slaves were not supposed to talk to their masters about personal things. He also failed to notice the dreamy look that had come across his slave's face when he said Satoshi's name.
Daisuke continued to dream about Satoshi through the rest of breakfast. He barely touched his food.
Snap out of it Daisuke! He told himself shaking his head slightly. Stop dreaming about that boy! And he's a boy! You can't love him! Wait a minute- love?
"Today there's a party for- something. I can't remember," Dark said pulling Daisue from his thoughts. He didn't really seem to be talking to Daisuke, but the boy listened anyway. "I need to get ready now because it's in an hour."
The red head wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Then he remembered that when he got ready for parties back at home a servant would always help him get dressed. Dark turned to him smirking. He would have to dress the prince.
Dark put his pants on by himself, to Daisuke's great relief. However he made Daisuke unbutton his shirt while he rambled about- well Daisuke didn't know what he was talking about now. He had long since tuned the prince's voice out.
The red head slid Dark's shirt off. His body was very well built. The smaller boy couldn't help but notice. He wondered if Satoshi's body looked that good?
No don't think about him! And why am I staring at Dark's body?
Daisuke took out the shirt that Dark was supposed to wear and slid it on to the boy's beautiful arms and then buttoned it up so that he could no longer see his nice chest and abs.
"Don't button it up so high," Dark said grabbing Daisuke's hands and gently pulling them away so that he could undo some of the buttons. The smaller boy blushed at the hand contact, though he didn't know why. Satoshi was the one he liked. Not Dark.
Hold on! You don't like Satoshi! He's just really dreamy that's all. Wait- no!
Daisuke quickly grew bored of following Dark around as he chatted with guests and joked with his cousins about things Daisuke didn't understand. Just as he was wondering if it was possible to die of boredom he noticed Satoshi trying to sneak through the crowd without being noticed. He was doing a pretty good job of it too, until a group of girls noticed him and rushed over to talk.
Surprising they didn't leave when Satoshi glared at them, or when he did his best to say as little as possible. The girls were chatting and laughing happily to him. It seemed like they could have had a great conversation with a statue for all the fun Satoshi was to talk to.
I wonder if he would talk to me? Daisuke thought shyly. Just as the thought went through his, as if on cue, Satoshi looked up and made eye contact with the young Niwa.
Yin had met Yang.
13CC: I know it's short! Bows continuously Gomen, gomen, gomen! I have a terrible habit of making chapters to short. Please review!