Refraining Screams

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Summary: Jiroh knew it was impossible. He was a slave. A captive. Sold. He couldn't- wouldn't love his master. It wasn't logical. Was it even possible?

Okay, so I haven't updated in forever. Sorry. School sucks.

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"Ore-sama ordered for his tea and breakfast," the silver-haired youth glanced at the wall, "twelve minutes ago." And he sighed in annoyance, "Where is the incompetent servant that chooses to not serve ore-sama and his prowess?" He lounged himself onto a red chair, glaring at the poor maid that was cleaning his room.

She shivered and squeaked out a small "I'm not sure; I'll find him right away." While scurrying as far from the room as possible, hoping to find the new boy that had decided to make her life horrible, dealing with Atobe-sama.

"Akutagawa Jiroh." A commanding voice was speaking, and Jiroh blearily rubbed his eyes, yawning and shaking his head to the side. His curls bouncing around his face, and he tilted his head to the side, wondering who had ruined his nap.

"Ahmm, yes?" He looked up fearfully into cold blue eyes, and immediately saw red hair. "What is it Gaku-chan?" he received a glare, and cowered. "Gakuto-san." He corrected himself immediately, and started shaking. What a scary presence.

"Where are you?" Jiroh blinked. Why was Gakuto asking him where he was?

"In the…garden?" He paused, confused. "Why?"

He received an exasperated look from the red-head. "Where are you supposed to be, hmm?" And Gakuto rolled his eyes at the clueless look in the boys eyes. "What I mean- more specifically, is; who are you supposed to be serving breakfast to?" Jiroh jumped up from his sitting position and started running in circles.

"Oh, no. OH NO OH NO!" he screamed into Gakuto's face. "I forgot. I can't believe it! I had the food in my hands, and then… I saw this doorway to these pretty flowers, and then," he kept on running around, screaming, "I FELL ASLEEP! I can't believe it. I can't believe it, on my first day, too!" He swayed dramatically, and kept on jumping up and down, annoying the red haired boy in front of him.

"Whatever!" Gakuto had yelled, "Just go! Go now, and beg for forgiveness. I don't care if you have to bend over and bow. Go, now." He pointed towards the direction of the kitchen, telling the boy to get 'warm food and some afternoon coffee' since the boy had left the other food out and cold.

Jiroh sped to the kitchen, almost toppling over a few people walking in the same direction, saying a quick 'sorry'. He ignored the stream of angry words coming out of the person he had knocked over, since he was busy.

"Hello!" he screamed once he had gotten into the kitchen, "I NEED THE FOOD FOR ATOBE-SAMA, NOW!" he waved his arms around, getting the attention of most of the workers in the halls and rooms near the kitchen. Seeing food and coffee, Jiroh stacked the plates onto a tray and ran up some stairs and into… an empty room?

Confused, Jiroh walked back out into the hallways. "Uhmm Atobe-sama?" he peeked around the corner, looking for his boss. "I have…" he hesitated, talking to no one, "your food and coffee?"

Jiroh's eyes widened when he saw a furious silver-haired youth walking towards him. "Ore-sama had a late" the boy glared at him coldly, stressing the word, "breakfast, and then ore-sama went to the kitchen to get his food, only to be attacked by some new child who was apparently rushing to the kitchen, to get food for Ore-sama." Jiroh took a step back, and coughed nervously. He bit his bottom lip and fiddled with his fingers.

"Umm, about that…" Jiroh looked around the room, trying not to stare into cold, emotionless eyes. "Sorry?" he said the word with sympathy, trying to show that it had been a mere accident. "I promise, promise, promise" he decided to do what Gakuto had said; beg. "that it won't happen again- please don't fire me. Please please please." And he bowed several times, frantically.

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Jiroh sighed for the seventh time in the minute, still feeling guilty about forgetting his work. He had basically ruined all the other workers' mornings, and he felt bad about it- honestly. It was a mistake, and he had been given a second chance- he wouldn't waste it.

Walking past the garden, he saw several maids rushing by, chattering. "What a horrible start of the day for Atobe-sama, and he has a ball to hold tonight. I heard that he needs to pick a bride soon, or he can't become the Ruler." Jiroh's eyes widened, and he felt another wave of guilt. Oops.

"Quick!" a boy shouted, passing him. "Atobe-sama orders all workers to meet in the commoner's room, now!" Along with the sounds of pattering footstep, as the boy ran throughout the castle, yelling the orders. Jiroh sighed and walked towards the giant room, dubbed the 'Commoner's Room'.

"Ore-sama expects you all to be present at the ball tonight."

Wait, what?

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A/N: sorry, it's short. But I had to stop it here- so the next chapter can be all about the ball, and what happens, okay? Review! And, remember to check out ISeeYouStalk's 'Baby', a story that I'm beta-ing.

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