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Author's note: I know it's plain, but it is rated G you know!
Besides, it's not the climax yet!
Chapter 4
Spring was now giving way to summer, as Lord Rukawa was sitting placidly facing the coal-black fireplace that was not lit. His maid, Haruko, was just serving him his afternoon tea when she heard faint knockings on the grand oak door of the mansion. Trained for obedience and disciple, she immediately made her way to open the door. There standing at the entrance of the mansion was none other than Rukawa's impatient yet elegant aunt, Lady Ayako. Before Haruko could curtsey and greet her Ladyship, Lady Ayako began to instruct her,
"What on earth took you SO long, my girl? Start packing your bags and while you're at it, pack your master's too. And if he dares to stop you, you have my words to ignore him."
And before Haruko could turn away to begin her work...there came more instructions, "Oh, and tell Ookutsu the groom to get new horses for the carriage later on." "Yes, ma'am."
Curious to know what was taking Haruko so long to answer the door, Lord Rukawa himself took the trouble to see what was going on, only to find his favourite aunt menacing his servants...as usual. Upon seeing her nephew, Lady Ayako rushed up to him, saying, "Well, aren't you going to kiss your favourite aunt?" "How lovely to see you Aunt Ayako!" he announced sarcastically, while planting a small peck on the back of her hand.
"Well now, let's not waste anymore time. There is much more things to do. We have to move you out of this place." "But this is my home!" protested Rukawa. "It's completely out of the question. A 19-year-old BOY all ALONE in this monstrous great house!" "My HOUSE! And you can't scare me like some frighten little boy."
With a sigh, Lady Ayako confessed, "Well, it seems that I have to tell you the truth. I'm a very lonely lady. I'd be glad for some company at the palace. Won't you come?"
Though he may look cold and aloof, but seeing the sad, lonely, pitiful look on his aunt's face, he finally gave in, unwillingly, and agreed to accept his aunt's invitation to the palace.
Author's note: I know it's short, but there's more to come. So
just wait! I'll continue later.
Author's note: I know it's plain, but it is rated G you know!
Besides, it's not the climax yet!
Chapter 4
Spring was now giving way to summer, as Lord Rukawa was sitting placidly facing the coal-black fireplace that was not lit. His maid, Haruko, was just serving him his afternoon tea when she heard faint knockings on the grand oak door of the mansion. Trained for obedience and disciple, she immediately made her way to open the door. There standing at the entrance of the mansion was none other than Rukawa's impatient yet elegant aunt, Lady Ayako. Before Haruko could curtsey and greet her Ladyship, Lady Ayako began to instruct her,
"What on earth took you SO long, my girl? Start packing your bags and while you're at it, pack your master's too. And if he dares to stop you, you have my words to ignore him."
And before Haruko could turn away to begin her work...there came more instructions, "Oh, and tell Ookutsu the groom to get new horses for the carriage later on." "Yes, ma'am."
Curious to know what was taking Haruko so long to answer the door, Lord Rukawa himself took the trouble to see what was going on, only to find his favourite aunt menacing his servants...as usual. Upon seeing her nephew, Lady Ayako rushed up to him, saying, "Well, aren't you going to kiss your favourite aunt?" "How lovely to see you Aunt Ayako!" he announced sarcastically, while planting a small peck on the back of her hand.
"Well now, let's not waste anymore time. There is much more things to do. We have to move you out of this place." "But this is my home!" protested Rukawa. "It's completely out of the question. A 19-year-old BOY all ALONE in this monstrous great house!" "My HOUSE! And you can't scare me like some frighten little boy."
With a sigh, Lady Ayako confessed, "Well, it seems that I have to tell you the truth. I'm a very lonely lady. I'd be glad for some company at the palace. Won't you come?"
Though he may look cold and aloof, but seeing the sad, lonely, pitiful look on his aunt's face, he finally gave in, unwillingly, and agreed to accept his aunt's invitation to the palace.
Author's note: I know it's short, but there's more to come. So
just wait! I'll continue later.