A/N: I am really not good at Angst am I? Oh well. This was supposed to be "Eyes" 's Opening chapter, but I never got around to making it like that and the Humor fic suddenly sprouted out of nowhere. (Yes, Chapter one happened while I was trying to write this)

Anyways, I hope you like it XD It's short, but I feel that making it longer would be a drag.

Thank you to everone who reviewed!

Oneshot Number 6: Who Matters?
Words: 691
Genre: Angst, Romance
Rating: K+

"I heard people talking about you yesterday"

The rustle of paper resounded just after this statement was made, and the petite noirette looked up from the book he was just reading to regard his Master's steely gaze.

"That's normal isn't it?" he deadpanned, returning to his reading material, gently pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

He could hear his Master seething, he could feel the rage filled glare, one that would have easily sent the bravest man to cower in fear, directed solely upon him, the full force of that ashen blue gaze burning holes at his side… and yet he doesn't particularly mind, altogether used to the young Noble's temper.

But this reaction only seems to add fuel to the fire.

"How can you live with that? Everyone keeps calling you things behind your back and you just let them! Why won't you fight back?" Elliot barked in exasperation, already having enough of everything he hears.

"What makes you think I'm even capable fight back?"

"Oh please! Like you aren't the snarkiest most violent person I know?" the brunette snapped, "I still remember the sting every single one of your punches makes, and that's on a normal day. Why don't you at least try to defend yourself from those bastards? Why does it look as if this doesn't even affect you at all?"

Apart from the rustle of paper from pages being turned and the sound of his own shallow breathing, nothing could be heard. And Elliot waited, gaze unmoving from the petite form of his servant, for an explanation.

Finally, with a snap of the book, Leo spoke. "Because most of what they say is true anyways" the noirette dismissed as he stood up, walking towards the door.

He barely even flinched when he was roughly grabbed by the shoulders and pinned to the doorway just before he reached for the metal knob. He sent a glare up at his master, but it hardly had any effect under the taller male's intense gaze.

Still he would have reprimanded the teen if it wasn't for the strong but gentle hand touching his face, brushing his bangs aside.

And only a little later did he find himself staring straight up at defiant and resolved slate blue eyes.

"Just which part of this" Elliot began in a low whisper, contained rage flashing within his eyes as he kept his hands on Leo's face, staring directly into those beautiful, beautiful dark eyes. "Is Ugly? Fearsome? Distorted?" he seethed, refusing to let those eyes leave his own.

"Elliot… calm down" Leo began, intimidated by the pure anger displayed within his Master's expression despite the gentle caress he was being given.

"Tell Me!"

"…."

He couldn't say anything, the rage and desperation within those slate blue orbs rendered him completely speechless.

He didn't know why Elliot ever bothered getting angry for him, and Leo always always prayed that he doesn't. He wasn't worth it, he was only a servant, he didn't deserve such a gesture, especially not from his precious master.

He would have been fine just being by his Master's side. With just his Master knowing the truth…

The Truth…

He smirked. "Because I just don't care whatever it is they say" he finally stated, earning him another resentful glare. But he was not discouraged. "Because, really. Why would I even bother getting angry at them if you already do it for the both of us?"

"…"

"Why would I care what they say, when you're here saying otherwise?" he continued, a smile gracing his features fully as he looks up at his Master.

"L-Leo…"

"Why should I care about anyone else?" he breathed, taking a single step forward and pressing a chaste kiss to his Master's lips. "When you're the only one that matters?" and taking the momentary shock that befell his beloved Master, he slipped from underneath the brunette's form and left the room.

Out on the semi-deserted corridors of the boy's dormitory, the smile on Leo's face took on a more solemn quality. "Well that was uncalled for" he mumbled, tracing his lips. "But maybe it's worth it"