Thank you so much for the reviews! I hope this chapter will be pleasant to read, and like I said before there would be a little romance in the story and so here it is. I'm sorry if this chapter is a bit crappy, it seems like it was a bit too forced.
Disclaimer: I don't own Godchild. Kaori Yuki has that honour alone.
§Riff's Day Off§
Chapter III
"Cain, Riff hurry up! We're almost there!" Mary Weather cried, zealously as she ran ahead of her brother and their manservant—who was brought along only because they did not trust him to stay alone at home where he was capable to defy orders and work—and scurried towards the lushes carpets of natural greenery and flowers that was Hyde Park. The sky up above was the same color as that of Riff's blue eyes, though the heavens were far from being sad or rather timid.
"Mary, don't run so fast or else you're going to trip and fall." Cain remarked, warning her to be careful. Mary ignored him and laughed merrily. Riff walked besides his lord silently and sighed internally. He was not use to the attention Cain was presenting him, but secretly he was…flattered.
"Oh look, look at how blue the water is! It resembles so much your eyes Riff. And over there swimming in the water, there are a bunch of ducklings!" Mary Weather said as she knelt besides the edge of the Serpentine Lake in Hyde Park.
"Yes, the water does resemble Riff's eyes, doesn't it?" Cain said, slowly, looking directly into his manservant's majestic blue eyes. The latter averted his gaze and hid the small red pigment that crept to his pale countenance.
Riff cleared his throat and said sheepishly, "Miss Mary Weather perhaps you shouldn't lean forward too much over the water. You might fall in and—"
Mary Weather looked up at him and smiled kindly at Riff. "I won't fall in Riff, but you should be more concerned over Cain. I doubt he knows how to swim." She teased. Cain shot her a look and muttered, "I do know how to swim, it's just I don't have time for such things."
Riff stifled a chuckle at his master's remark and smiled despite himself. Cain saw him smiling and slightly smiled himself. He leaned his head against Riff's shoulder and looked out into the crystal blue water that glistened under the radiant winter sun—which was rare considering the sun hardly made an appearance during winter as it did now.
Oddly enough this little outing of theirs seemed almost pleasant and tranquil. It was like they were a family with not a care in the world. Yes, just the three of them: Cain, Riff, and Mary Weather. What a beautiful family it was indeed, even if the feeling lasted only a few moments. A gentle breeze swept through Hyde Park and rustled a few stray locks of Cain's hair and brushed against Riff's cheek.
Riff looked down at his master and sighed. Cain's eyes were closed and Riff found that he was admiring his peaceful expression. He was pleased his master for once was at ease, that he did not have to worry himself about his father's frustrating presence and his devious plans. Both master and servant were so engrossed in their own little world, that they were oblivious to the exasperated cries of a certain little blonde haired girl.
Mary Weather stomped her foot in a very un-lady-like way and yelled, "Cain! Riff!" still they did not hear her, but the other people around them did and were giving them confounded looks. Mary Weather studied her brother and Riff and noticed the dreamy twinkle in their eyes, than after a few seconds of watching them, she observed how close they were standing to the edge of the lake.
An idea bloomed into her mind and she smiled. Mary Weather would have perferred to execuet another method to wake them both up, but this idea seemed more amusing. She walked around her brother and Riff and stood behind them. When she was sure they did not see her, she abruptly pushed them both into the water—or at least that was how she had imaged it to be. There was a loud splash and the only one who found himself in the water was sadly Riff. Cain fell to the grass confused, but he soon overcame his uncertainty and yelled, "Riff!"
Riff surfaced from the water and climbed out of the cold lake. He dried himself as best he could, but it was in vain. Riff blinked and found to his dismay that he would have to walk around London drenched until it was time to go home. However, there was no use complaining, just as long as his master and Mary Weather were enjoying themselves was enough to make the wet butler happy. For Riff a little wetness and sickness meant nothing to him as long as he got to see them both smile.
A/N: Thanks for reading and again my sincerest apologies that this chapter was crappy!