Dangerous Curiosity [CesareBxRin]

[♠[Rin]♠]

The atmosphere was another. For some reason, Seto felt warm. But hadn't he been walking out in the cold? Hadn't he worn a big jacket because of the cold? Now it was so cuddly around him. It was like he was lying on feathers, to be honest. It made him feel comfortable, as if he was resting on a really smooth blanket or carpet.

 

Emerald eyes slowly opened, first seeing everything as a blur. He couldn't make out the simplest thing, until he blinked several times. His sight finally became clear and with that his other senses came back. His hands were in front of him, bound together so he couldn't move them away from each other. But his fingers could claw themselves into soft sheets on a soft mattress of a bed. The brunette slowly got to sit up. He was only wearing his grey top with the silver Japanese letters on it. An elder top from, maybe bought in 2013 but it still was very nice to wear. It was neither too warm nor to cool. His grey drainpipe jeans matched the top and a silver necklace with a shark tooth as pendant made the outfit an lovely one but not too lovely that it would be boring.

 

His shoes were gone, his jacket was gone, he only wore his grey socks. Where was he? This room looked like a majestic one, with a large window with a white frame and red curtains surrounding it. The bed he was sitting on had brown bedposts which were in perfect harmony with the white mattress and the red sheets and pillows. The carpet was also red, a few closets as dark as the brown of the bed. A dresser was to his right at the wall, made of a fine white material with some gold on the knobs. The door was also white. The atmosphere in this room was calming even if he had every right to panic. He was in some room he didn't know, a room that looked like a Hotel room. Would he even know the area if he went to the window to look out?

 

Seto looked down at the handcuffs on his wrists, tugging on them, but at that try he fell back down onto the bed, sighing in frustration. What now? Where was his phone? He couldn't feel it in his pocket. But maybe in this room there was somewhere a telephone...

[CesareB]

After a long day of doing absolutely nothing, anyone would experience the desire to satisfy that feeling in his stomach. But what feeling was this? Maybe it was the hunger for another? Mao had a feeling of emptiness, of loneliness, of hunger. His chauffeur was silently driving him to his exclusive penthouse when he looked out of his window to see a lone brunette wondering the cold streets. What had caught his eye was the innocent way the boy carried himself. Why was a mere boy just roaming the streets so randomly? Especially those streets. Mao's need for someone overcame whatever rationality he had left.

 

"Stop the car," Mao ordered.

 

The chauffeur followed his boss's orders and immediately stopped the expensive car. Mao hopped out of the car and watched as the young brunette wandered elsewhere. Another car that had been tailing his approached him.

 

The window rolled down and a rough voice came from inside the car. "Boss, what happened?"

 

Mao shook his head. "Nothing, Ryuu. Do me a favor and…" He pointed at the brunette. "handle him and bring him to the Gatewater Hotel. Bind him, if you have to."

 

Ryuu nodded. "Yes sir!"

 

And that was how Mao had followed a simple whim and found himself in the bathroom of a hotel room. He sighed to himself and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Fixing his expensive suit jacket, he stepped out into the bedroom of the hotel and sat himself down at a love seat. At least five feet away laid the unconscious brunette, who was mercilessly shackled in handcuffs against the bedpost. After about ten minutes, the boy opened his outlandishly beautiful emerald eyes and tried to register his surroundings. Mao watched in amusement as the boy sat up and studied himself. He tried to get off of the bed, but the handcuffs restricted him. Clearly unhappy, confused, and frustrated, the brunette fell back. Mao wondered what could have been going on in this boy's head. After a while, the brown haired boy felt the insides of his pockets, and after failing to find anything, he looked around the room.

 

Mao figured that he was looking for his phone.

 

Still not completely satisfied, Mao held up the phone and with his smooth and careful voice, he asked, "Are you looking for this?"

[♠[Rin]♠]

"Are you looking for this?"

 

Seto's head moved instantly to his side. He moved it so fast that he felt a slight pain in his neck when he did it and he gave a groan at this pain. He wanted to lay a hand onto his neck out of reflex but pulling on the handcuffs again brought him back to reality: he was sitting on a bed of a hotel room (probably) and that in a room of a man he didn't know.

 

Emerald eyes looked up, reflecting fear and innocence. They stared the man down, taking every small detail of the muscular body, the platinum blond hair and the soft skin. He looked good, he was handsome, no doubt, but what could Seto say about this man? There was nothing he knew about him. He had his mobile phone and didn't seem to be the nice stranger who would take the handcuffs off him. Who was he and what did he want? Did he want money? Seto could give him money... His adoptive family was rich enough! They would get him out of here!

 

"..." Seto's stare fell and he looked down to his feet, having sat up. Staring at people was impolite and he didn't want to be impolite in front of this man. He didn't want to be hurt only if he did something stupid and naive. Well, obviously he had done that already, because otherwise he wouldn't be here.

Seto figured the man wouldn't give him his phone anyway. There was barely a chance to get, either, and still he answered him with a low voice; "Yes... Please give it to me." He would lift his head to look into the man's eyes because he talked to him, but it was like he was paralyzed. He feared that he would never get away.

[CesareB]

"Yes… Please give it to me."

 

Mao smirked maliciously at the brunette's small voice. It was clear that the boy was frightened. Mao wasn't sure if the boy was scared of him or the situation, or both. But he understood that the timid boy satisfied a part of his need to devour someone. Mao never liked people, nor did he enjoy their presences. It didn't matter as long as they were useful to him. But the emerald eyed brunette… Something was different about him. Maybe it was his innocence? Mao's platinum hair never gave him any good attention. Anyone who saw him when he was younger, thought that he was a delinquent. But how could he help what hair color he was born with or who his mother was? Maybe seeing the innocent young brunette made Mao want to own what he could not have: and that was a normal and regular appearance. Well, the boy wasn't as regular Mao thought he was. Especially not up close. Up close, the brunette was shockingly striking.

 

He had brown hair, which could be categorized as regular. But his eyes… those emerald eyes were peculiar. They were almost as exotic as Mao Ueno's hair. Mao got up and walked closer to the boy. He looked into the boy's eyes and grimaced, rather hauntingly.

 

It was not surprising when one would find out that Mao was a crime syndicate's boss. He was unfriendly, frightening, and uncomfortable for most people to be around. But despite that, he was outright attractive. It was hard to tear one's eyes from him. Mao kept his long and intimidating gaze on the brunette.

 

"Boy, what is your name?"

[♠[Rin]♠]

As he heard the first step, a goose bump racked his spine. He even tried to make himself smaller, like curling into a ball like rabbits and cats used to. But he even doubted that curling up was possible with the handcuffs. He had stopped pulling on them, seeing no sense anymore in doing that. They were made of steel and this bedpost was very strong brown wood, he would need a hammer or an axe. Would he even be able to handle that, a hammer or an axe? A hammer maybe but an axe seemed so strong and heavy. And he with his tiny arms wouldn't even manage lifting it up. At least he thought that. He had never been confident about what he could and what not. He wasn't willing to try everything as well. What if he hurt himself?

 

Only as the man approached the bed and the foot steps stopped, Seto looked up. His eyes a bit widened, and still the bit of fear glimmering in them. He bit his lip, being asked what his name was. Should he really tell a stranger? What if the man used it to get his adoptive parents' money? Or worse? This man was no normal one, he was special. But Seto couldn't decide in what way.

 

He stared at the handsome face, then told himself to stop. He turned his head quickly, looking over to the window and the closed curtains. Maybe if he screamed someone would hear him?

[CesareB]

Mao let out an alarming laughter. He was greatly delighted by this boy's fear. He watched as the brunette cowered and tried his best to look away from Mao. Mao leaned closer and pinched the boy's chin with his right index finger and thumb. Next, he dragged the boy's face towards his own and stared daggers into him.

 

"When I ask a question, you answer." His cold voice was commanding. "Look at your situation. Doesn't it seem clear as to who has the ability to make choices and who does not?"

 

Mao slid his hair out of the way of his eyes and glared at Seto. He wasn't going to take the brunette's silence.

 

"I will try again. What is your name?"

[♠[Rin]♠]

Seto flinched instantly and heavily as Mao grabbed his chin, turning his head to force him to look up at him directly. He stared with wide eyes into the man's. He couldn't help it nor knew what to think about it.

 

His tiny hands clenched into fists and he gulped at the man's glaring. At his words, he would have nodded gladly, but he was still held by the chin and he felt more paralyzed than before. He understood the man's words and the meaning of those, but it looked like he was panicking too much to get it. Yet he did.

 

"S..Seto. My name is...Seto..." He muttered, his eyes narrowing a bit and blinking. He calmed a bit down, even if his heart was still beating hurtfully against his chest. It was so loud he almost feared the man could hear it!

[CesareB]

Mao sneered and released Seto's chin. He had gotten what he wanted, but he felt as though he needed something more.

 

"Seto, eh? I am Mao Ueno," he said, walking over to the window.

 

He peered out into the empty streets. Things down on the streets were quiet. Too quiet. Just as soon as he could "smell" the trouble, someone frantically knocked on the hotel door.

 

"Boss!" someone yelled.

 

Mao turned around calmly. "What is it, Ryuu? You can come in, you know."

 

The door swung open and the same red head that had been tasked with kidnapping Seto, rushed inside. Ryuu was Mao's right hand who was trusted with the syndicate's most important tasks (and even some of the small stuff).

 

"Boss, they're here!"

 

Mao walked over to Ryuu. "Fine then. Get the cars ready."

 

"Yes sir!" Ryuu replied.

 

Mao took out a gun and reloaded its bullets. After finishing that, he tucked it back inside of his jacket and walked back to the window. The opposing syndicate group always wanted to find ways to attack Mao and his men. And that night just happened to be another one of their sloppy attempts. Mao was preparing himself for a chaotic ride to his penthouse. But those were nothing new. Just as he finished cleaning any traces of his presence in the room, another man rushed to the door and greeted Mao.

 

"Boss," he exclaimed. "Let's go. Now!"

 

Another group of intimidating men filed in and escorted Mao out.

 

"Hey boss!" someone yelled as the group went to the door.

 

Mao turned around. "What?"

 

He turned to see another one of his men pointing at Seto, who was still handcuffed to the bed.

 

Mao studied the boy and after a few seconds, turned back to the door. "Take him with us to my home."

[♠[Rin]♠]

Seto felt happy as hell as his chin was released. He kind of felt free at this very moment even if only his chin had been taken and then let go. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced yet but he could live with it and would probably be able to think of it forever.

 

"Nice to meet you..." Seto didn't even know why he said it. It sounded stupid and he knew he was acting stupid at the moment, but it was better than experiencing being glared at again for not saying anything. His mind at least told him it was better to 'sing' than to stay in silence.

Emerald eyes watched Mao walking over to the window, curious and confused. He wondered what the man was looking at as he looked out of the windows. Was something out there? Was it dangerous? Deadly, even?

 

Suddenly, a man rushed in and they talked about someone being there. Many other men filled the room, about to escort Mao and leave forever. Seth felt excited in the situation but thought he would now be left here. Someone would find him and he would get to go back home!

 

Nope. Someone pointed at him, and the 'Boss' told them to take him to his home.

His home

 

His home.

 

Those two words repeated in Seto's head. He felt so insecure and dumb in a room with Mao already, how would he be able to bear being at his actual home? What did the man want? But Seto was sure he would find out, soon enough. But now he would be silent; always watching the gun.

[CesareB]

Ryuu showed everyone to their cars. Mao sat in the back, silently looking out the car window.

 

"Boss, it looks like we left them," said the chauffeur.

 

Mao turned to the front of the car where his driver sat. His home wasn't too far away, but he wondered what to do with that brunette… Seto… Mao's grey eyes moved over to the boy and watched him carefully. After a few seconds, he turned back to the chauffeur.

 

"Driver, call Ryuu and tell him to head back to the base.," Mao ordered.

 

The chauffeur gulped. "Y-yes, sir. But Ryuu-dono would most likely oppose to-"

 

Mao didn't have to say anything. The driver froze in his spot when his eyes met Mao's.The driver picked up a phone and dialed in a number. In the rear view mirror, he could see the other cars with Mao's men in them.

 

"Yes, yes," the driver said into the phone. "Yes, Ryuu-dono. Those are his wishes. If you oppose them, then I say you talk to him."

 

Mao looked back to Seto and just as he did before, looked away after a few seconds.

[♠[Rin]♠]

Seto found himself with the handcuffs in a fast driving car, sitting next to the man, Mao Ueno. His glance was down on his hands. He didn't know what to think about this nor what to feel. He felt excited and on pressure, to be honest, but he couldn't describe what he should feel. Should he ask to be freed? Would it have sense? What did this Uneo think of him? Had he kidnapped him because he found him ... cute? Was he really cute to a stranger?

Well, frankly, he would like that. He didn't consider himself as cute and to know that strangers would think that would maybe make him feel better and more comfortable.

 

Obviously they soon 'left them'. Seto didn't know who 'they' were, but he assumed they weren't much nicer than Mao. They may even be worse.

 

Feeling a pair on eyes on him, Seto kept his glance down, and then Mao talked to his driver, who would have to call this Ryuu... This one man from before.

Back to the base? What did that mean?

According to the situation, Seto got that Maro /was/ the Boss. He was the boss and everyone would have to follow and obey. Seto anyway. He wouldn't want to get hurt or pointed at with a gun ever.

 

A second time Mao looked at him. This time Seto actually looked up, feeling like the man wanted something from him. But then he man looked away again. Seto turned his head to look out of the window. It was a clear night, a nice night. And he was sitting in the car of a stranger, with a gun, with handcuffs. Whether Mao was a criminal?

[CesareB]

The chauffeur drove the car into the parking garage and got out.

 

Mao turned to Seto and said, "Stay on your best behavior."

 

The driver opened the door and hurried Mao and Seto out, then led them into the lobby of the grand apartments. On the walls were different paintings that were clearly expensive (only because Mao's family donated them) and extravagant curtains that hung over the windows. White cushioned seats and couches were placed neatly out in the lobby. With a few guards and Seto, who seemed greatly confused, Mao was escorted up onto the top floor of the apartments. The elevator opened to a grand penthouse.

 

"Boss," said a guard. Mao ago ignored him and beckoned for Seto to be pushed into the living room. After the guards cleared, a maid greeted the two males.

 

"Welcome home, master!" she said with a bland voice, almost as though she was tired of saying the same thing every day.

 

"Go home," he ordered.The maid happily jumped from her tired looking stance and gathered her things. In a matter of seconds, she was gone.

 

Mao felt tired, and with that, he headed into the bathroom, leaving Seto in the living room.

[♠[Rin]♠]

"Stay on your best behavior."

Seto nodded instantly at the command and then was let out of the car. He followed like a dog without hesitation, just staying by Mao's side. He was the only one he knew, actually, but he wouldn't follow someone else. The lobby was a positive surprise. Seto found it was big and ordinary, he liked it very much. But sadly they then went to an elevator. In the next second he was in a living room, and a maid welcomed the man next to him. Seto studied her curiously. She was friendly and he kind of wished he could talk to her, but she was sent home right away. Better for her, it seemed. It looked like Seto couldn't go home that fast.

 

Mao left him in the living room, going to another room. A bit lost, the brunette looked around. He wasn't someone who sat or stood still, and so he at least took a few steps away from the spot he had stood to explore the room a bit. He wouldn't touch anything, just look and study. He was fine and he thanked God for that. Nobody threatened him and nothing seemed to want to hurt him. He was glad it was that way.

As he was almost done with half of the room, he stopped at the windows, pulling the left curtain a bit away to look out. He didn't know the area... Even if he fled, he wouldn't know where he was.

[CesareB]

Mao finished washing up. After showering, he put on a cotton bathrobe that exposed his well defined and muscular chest and then walked to his mirror. He took out his earrings and brushed his teeth. After doing that, he walked out into the living room to see Seto looking out the window. Mao wondered if the brunette was trying to escape or if he was just surveying the area. Mao leaned against the doorway, looking strikingly relaxed and almost different in his bathrobe and wet skin.

 

He cleared his deep voice and said, "I don't think you want to jump from here. This is the 42nd floor."

[♠[Rin]♠]

Seto jumped when he head the other's voice, letting go of the curtain and turning to the direction of the doorframe. He studied Mao shortly in the bathrobe. He was an attractive man, no doubt. He was muscular, athletic. His voice was not too rough and not too soft. He seemed perfect.

 

"I didn't..." He interrupted himself and looked over to the now again closed curtains. It would be a stupid idea to jump or climb down there, yes. Especially now that he knew it was the 42nd floor... Oh my God.

Seto cleaned his throat and kept his glance down. Should he ask Mao what he could do? After all, the man had kidnapped him for a reason. He wanted to know that reason.

 

The brunette lifted both handcuffed hands and stroked some bangs out of his eyes. He then blinked a bit tired. He had been on the way home before he had suddenly awoken in the hotel room, and now tiredness was coming back. He wondered if he would get to sleep or asked whether he wanted to sleep or not. It was generally a good question: was he a prisoner or a guest? The feeling was a mix of both. He had the handcuffs on his wrists but the freedom to walk around and speak. Also he had just been left alone. This Man had to be very confident that Seto wouldn't try to flee or at least had no possibility to do so.

[CesareB]

Mao walked closer to Seto, who seemed to be contemplating something. He looked tired and confused, but Mak found this extremely amusing. He walked to the kitchen and looked through the refrigerator, then grumbled to himself. His maid hadn't left him anything except for cheese and some beer. He frowned at that, then placed it on the counter top. Mao wondered if Seto was hungry, but he hadn't felt like asking. He walked into his bedroom and got the handcuff's key. Mao would unlock Seto depending on his answers. After a few minutes, Mao walked out again, jingling the keys. He found startling the boy very amusing and it gave him a feeling of satisfaction.

 

"I have a few questions for you," he began. "Firstly, how old are you? Secondly, why were you on that side of town?"

[♠[Rin]♠]

Seto looked at Mao as said walked closer but he passed him by. For a few seconds Seto's heart had beat louder than any church clock, at least it had seemed to him like that.

Mao left, and Seto was again lost. He lifted his hands and played a bit with the handcuffs, pulling on them and then tangling them so the chains would make some funny noises.

As Mao returned, the brunette looked up, stopping with everything if not his breathing. He saw the key, and assumed it was the one for the handcuffs. Or he would get locked in somewhere.

That thought alone let him shiver slightly. He took a step back as if he was afraid of the key. He didn't want to be locked alone in any room. He didn't want to be alone, he was alone so often. And felt lonely even more often.

 

As Mao asked him the questions, Seto fiddled a bit with his top, looking down. He breathed slowly, then answered. "I was...on the way home...from a friend... And the shortest way was through an alley that leads to ... uhm ... 'this side' of town. It was just a cutoff." Now as he said it out loud, it sounded extremely stupid.

[CesareB]

With Seto's answer, Mao laughed loudly. He walked closer to Seto and glared.

 

"Your story is interesting." The way he said interesting sounded wildly sarcastic. "And I assume you know almost nothing about the 'underworld', do you?"

 

By "underworld", Mao meant the crime syndicate. He meant his "family" and his enemies. He meant guns. He meant death. The "underworld" was not a place for innocent boys. And Mao knew that. But he still dragged Seto into it. Truthfully, Mao didn't regret it. He just found it the more amusing. Seto was Mao's amusement, and that was his sole purpose. At least then it was. Mao took the keys and unlocked Seto.

[♠[Rin]♠]

He fell silent as Mao talked about the 'underworld'. He had heard stories, seen some crimes, once worked at a bar in where such guys would show up. But otherwise he had never been involved until now. Though, Mao didn't need to know it. Nobody was in the need to know it.

 

Seto actually created a smile when the handcuffs were taken off. "Arigatou!" He couldn't help but just say it with all of his friendliness. He had been brought up that way and it was part of his behaviour. He rubbed a bit over the reddish marks on his wrists, hoping they would go away soon. Now the question was: would he stay here or...?

[CesareB]

When the handcuffs came off, Seto thanked Mao in upmost friendliness and cheerfulness. It's weird, Mao thought. This boy is being… friendly? That sent him in a loop. How could anyone be genuinely friendly to the person that had them in handcuffs? SETI was an enigma to Mao. He just couldn't put his finger on Seto.

 

After being freed, Seto looked at his wrists. It was clear that he was wondering whether to leave or not. Mao gave Seto a harsh glare.

 

"Do NOT leave this place. Understood?"

 

Without seeing the brunette's answer, he walked back to his kitchen and grabbed the beer. Mao sighed. Why had he even grabbed it? He barely drank and when he did, he wasn't a force to be reckoned with. Mao was already scary sober, but drunk… Words couldn't even describe it. Mao put the bottle back into the refrigerator and rushed back into the living room. He looked at Seto coldly and asked:

 

"You are tired, correct? Why don't I show you a room."

[♠[Rin]♠]

Seto's smile was instantly gone and he looked up scared at Mao, nodding twice quickly. So there was no leaving, strictly no leaving. As soon as Mao was back in the kitchen, Seto sighed, hugging himself loosely and stared at the curtains. How long would this man keep him? Hopefully he would at least keep him and not sell him or something. He had often heard about prostitution and slavery. He could only hope that he wouldn't end up in one of them.

 

Mao returned and talked about a room that he, Seto, would get. The teen lowered his arms, ready to follow. The coldness in the man's voice let him get a goose flesh, visible on his lower arms since his top was short-sleeved. He didn't even try to make it stop, it had no sense anyway.

[CesareB]

Mao led the brunette to one of his spare rooms in the back. They walked down a quiet hallway past expensive paintings and mirrors. Mao opened the door to Seto's new room and said, "Here it is. I plan on seeing you tomorrow morning."

 

He closed the door shut and walked back into his living room. Truthfully, he didn't know what to do with Seto next. Mao wanted to do something useful with him. He walked to his front door and locked all of the locks then headed to bed. Tired, he was not ready for another bland day of work at the "base". Well, maybe things would have been different with Seto there.

[♠[Rin]♠]

So he ended up in a room. It looked quite nice and was a bit bigger than his room at home. Seto drove a hand through his hair and sighed, walking over to the bed, sitting down. He took off his shoes and socks and then sat cross-legged. He didn't know what to do, but going to sleep for the rest of the night sounded like a good idea. Especially because the man wanted to see him in the morning again. He would like to be fully awake then, just in case...

 

In the end, Seto took off his trousers as well and put them nicely folded onto the end of the bed. Then he turned the lights off and laid down, covering himself. He cuddled into the blanket and curled up, closing his eyes. The sheets smelt new, as if nobody had slept on them before. He missed his own bed, but his tiredness let all his worries and thoughts leave. Only seconds later he fell asleep.

 

 

~~~~

 

 

In the morning Seto stirred and awoke. He opened his eyes and rolled from his side onto his back, sighing. "Morning, Lea." His voice was soft and friendly, but then as no purring appeared, he blinked and sat up. Seto turned around his head to every side, studying the room before he remembered. His cat was alone at home and he was here... in this man's, Mao Uenos's, house. He looked down at his wrists which were still red but only slightly. He drove both hands through his hair, sighing in frustration. He finally wanted to know what the man wanted from him.

 

At the touch between his hands and hair, he noticed that they were greasy. He pulled the blanket away and stood up, walking over to the second door. He opened it and entered a nice bathroom. Closing the door behind he took off his other clothes and went into the shower. Just a quick shower... To cool down and clean his hair.

After the shower, he hurried to dry himself as if he would die if he wasn't quick enough. Then he brushed his teeth and brushed his wet hair. He put his lingerie and top back on, since the trousers and socks were still on the bed. He left the bathroom and picked his trousers up, unfolding them before putting them on. Now, what time was it?

[CesareB]

Mao woke up around five o'clock in the morning. He washed up and got dressed immediately. In thirty minutes, he was in the living room and answering the door for his maid. The maid, butler, and few other servants came in the mornings and left before Mao went to sleep. Because of Mao's over protective locks, it was almost impossible for the servants to get into the penthouse in the morning. The maid was a young woman named Sakura that had worked for Mao for a few months. Despite being new, Mao trusted her with his food. Sakura usually seemed tired and bored, but after a while, she could become one of the world's most cheerful people. The butler was a young man named Subaru who had worked with Mao for uncountable years. But the butler wasn't in the kitchen at that moment. He was probably elsewhere, cleaning or making sure that the plants were watered.

 

"Good morning, master!" Sakura exclaimed, looking a little more cheerful after a nights rest.

 

"Make breakfast for two," he ordered before heading to Seto.

 

He opened the door (without knocking or asking to come in) and studied Seto, who was standing idly in the middle of the room. He noticed that Seto wore the same clothes from yesterday and his hair was a little wet. The water droplets made his hair seem to glisten.

 

"The maid is cooking breakfast," Mao said. "Follow me if you wish to eat." He laughed at himself. "Well, you have no choice."

 

Without seeing if Seto was behind him, Mao headed into the kitchen with a fast pace. He walked past furniture and some other servants that had not been there the night before. The way to the kitchen smelled of various foods and delicacies that Mao didn't really care for. He walked into the kitchen and sat at his regular seat.

[♠[Rin]♠]

Seto looked up as the door was opened. He looked straight at Mao, listening to him. At the thought of food his stomach told him that he was very hungry. Even if he had a choice, he would have chosen to eat, probably.

Slowly he followed, looking at the paintings and being distracted by them. He also studied the new people. How many people worked for this man and how did he pay them? Would they never tell anything? Wouldn't they find it strange that suddenly a boy was there? Wouldn't they ask? Would they help him?

 

Before he could think further, Seto noticed that he had stopped walking and stood looking lost in the corridor. He shook hsi head and went quickly into the kitchen, smelling the nice food. He smelt things he hadn't smelt before and they seemed tasty!

What was he thinking? This wasn't his home. This was actually a crime. He was a victim, he had been kidnapped! He shouldn't take this for granted. He should be afraid yet grateful that he got breakfast.

Carefully, Seto pulled a chair back and sat down silent, his glance at the window. The area outside was none he knew, but it seemed interesting.