The golden cage (Ariesa and Esteron)

[Esteron]

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Name: Iori Hoshinawa

Age: 24 years old

Height: 1,69m

Biography:

Iori is a quite handsome guy in his middle 20's. After graduating in school, he became a globetrotter and since then he travels around the world on his own. His first jobs where working in a pub or did deliveries, but becomes more and more a mercenary and still try to improves his swordmanship. He hates failure and failure was the reason for his huge scar on his back - an old wound from a sword. His last relationships was during his school time so he is quite unexperienced on this topic (and don't know to handle his feelings).

His likes are a bit unusual. Chocolate carries his sorrows away and flowers calm him down - his favourites are blue roses.

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A warm breeze let the black jerkin of him waving when Iori moved towards the outer quarter of the town. It was the first warm day in this year and spring was on the way. A few sprouts already grewed at the limbs of the trees and the first flowers bloomed in beautiful colors.

"The Fushichou mansion has to be here in the area." the blue hair guy mumbled to hisself. He hold a sheet of paper in his hands were the name and the address of that mansion was written.

 

"Spring is the perfect season to change things or to try something new" were the thoughts of the 24 year-old when he accepted his new job. It was a servant's job and the salary was pretty good. After the hard winter with less jobs and money he was glad to be paid so good. It wasn't quite the job he used to do, but it was never too late to get some new experience.

His stomache ripped him out of his thoughts. "Can't you stop complaining? You already got food the last morning!" he thought annoyed and hold his belly with a sigh.

 

When he walked along a wall he noticed the sign next to a huge gate - 'Fushichou mansion' was engraved in a decorated writing. "Eh? It's here?!?" he wondered and looked up with wide eyes. Behind the gate layed a huge noble mansion in the middle of a spacey parcel which was surrounded by a wall. He was getting nervous and his hands shivered. He was totally perplexed.

Insecure he opened the gate a bit so he could get through. While he walked over the wide marbled way to the mansion he looked around. He was definitely in the wrong place and now he realized why the salary was that high.

He was raised in a small port town and even during his journey he never was able to get to a place like this. Nobles always were another human race and lived in another world for him. Never to worry about money or food was an utopia..

 

Then he finally stood infront if the huge mahagony main door which was decorated with golden ornaments. He became scared and hesitated to knock at the door. "Maybe it wasn't a good idea... I'm not suitable for a job in such an environment..." Even his own opinion of nobles weren't good at all. They were arrogant and despised everyone beyond their status.

Then he shaked his head. "You never ran back or hesitated in your decisions you made! So get hold of yourself!" he chastise hisself. Then he managed to knock at the door and waited nervously...

[Ariesa]

Name: Fushichou Miryoku

Translates to: Phoenix Charm, an old saying for his family.

 

Age: 18

 

Height: 173cm

 

Bio: Miryoku is from a rich family. In fact, the second riches family in Japan. The family owning five companies, 300 businesses, and a world famous horse raising track. He's an only child, so all of the responsibilities are on him. The reason for his first name, is because when he was born, all of the nurses were drawn to him. Saying how it was a 'Phoenix charm,' just like the family's saying. Miryoku excels in more of the arts than anything else, and his parents see him as the most innocent child in the world. That he can't do anything wrong or knew about more 'intimate' things. Well, that's what they assume.

 

He loves music and more bitter sweets. And absolutely loves his piano, going off on anyone who touches it. He's really open to telling his feelings, he just has a hard time wording them right. The male goes to a private college known as 'University of Osaka for the gifted.'

 

And, the young male has a secret. One that only he shares with his close nick friends.

 

What he looks like:

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Miryoku looked out the window with a frown on his face. Shouldn't being rich mean that he could do whatever he wanted? If so, why was his mother giving him a personal servant to babysit him like he was a mere child. But that's fine, there's no way the commoner could survive him. He'll see to it. "Mi-kun, are you listening to me?" A soft, feminine voice called out. Snapping him out if his evil planning. The blonde faked an innocent look as he look at his mother. She had long, blonde hair tha was pulled up into a tight bon. She was sitting elegantly on the edge of his piano, her white dress flowing around her.

 

He gave her a puppy dog look through his glasses. "I apologize mother. I just," 'Hate the fact that i won't be able to get away with as much as usual.' "Feel a bit nervous. What if they're mean?"

 

His mother, so easy to manipulate, cooed at her son's uneasiness. Running her fingers through his slicked back hair. "Mi-kun, everything will be fine when I'm gone. I'm sure he's a nice young man." So it's a guy? That's new. Oh well, his new servant's gender wasn't going to stop him from planning his demise. As he laughed internally, Miryoku gave his mother an uneasy smile. Nodding his head. This guy wasn't going to last a week. Hell, not even that. He gives the guy a day, tops. A maid came in, bowing. "Excuse me, but he's here madam." His mother nodded her head before heading downstairs.

 

Once alone, the aristocrat male sighed heavily. Glaring at the keys of his grand piano. Might as well get this act over with so he can begin his reign of terror. Standing up, he stretched before heading out the room. The hall was filled with paintings with a crimson carpet. The walls designed with gold flowers as the ceiling was painted with the story of the his family. Miryoku head towards the stairs with a evil smirk. Oh, he couldn't wait to mess with this new servant. What if they were a prude? Makes this all the more entertaining. Fixing his face to have a soft look, he finally descended down wide staircase. Dressed in a white button up shirt and dark slacks.

 

It seems he made it just in time, for his mother was opening the door. Greeting the new employee. "My, you're early!" She exclaimed. Miryoku had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. "Well come in, my son is dying to meet you."

 

Not exactly true, but, whatever.

 

She opened the door wider, giving him a better look at the male to be his servant. "Hello," he greeted himself. Smiling softly as he came closer. "It's nice to finally meet you." 'Let the games begin.'

 

Miryoku had to admit, the man was really good looking. He couldn't stop his grayish green eyes from roaming the other's body. All while keeping his facade in place.

[Esteron]

When the door was opened Ioris heart beated faster. "Working for people you don't like in general..." came him in mind, but put that thought away very fast. Behind the door an elegant lady with blond hair which was bond to a tight bon greeted him with a gentle smile and a young man with blond hair stood behind her. Ioris eyes went to the man and blushed lightly. He couldn't help but the blonds eyes were piercing him...

With both attention focused on him he said nervously: "N-nice to meet you, Fushichou-sama. My name is Iori Hoshinawa and applied to the job as a servant." He bow down for a short time only to hide his nervousness.

"Get hold of yourself, Iori!" the blue haired talked to hisself angrily "That's not you!"

Then he looked up and said with a grin: "I try the best to fulfill the task you will give me and look forward to work here. Well, to be honest this is the first time to be a servant so please tell me what exactly my dutys are."

 

He was able to look around and see all the pictures, the expensive looking carpet and all those golden decoration. To be honest to himself he was quite impressed by the huge entrance hall and also felt wrong in this place. Everything was so ridiculous huge.

[Ariesa]

Oh, wasn't he a nervous one. Miryoku's hand twiched, the need to tease the male eating away at him. But he didn't dare do so while his mother was still here and in between them. So maybe this whole 'having a personal babysitter' idea wasn't so bad. Since this guy was soon to be his victim. His smile became broader when his new servant introduced himself. Iori Hoshinawa. Quite an interesting name. His mother seems extremely happy at how polite the male was, laughing softly to herself. She moved out of the way to allow him in. "Oh Hoshinawa-san, you're such a sweetheart. And so eager to start working. I absolutely love that." Fushichou-san exclaimed happily. The blonde male decided to come closer, moving to lean against the railing of the stairs and putting his hands in his pocket. Hoshinawa's nervousness was just plain adorable. In a 'i can't wait to tease you mercilessly' way.

 

And Miryoku was happy to admit that his intentions for the other was becoming more and more inappropriate as the seconds went by. "Well," his mother started to explain. "Your main job is to taje care of my son over here. It seems that everyone is after my Mi-kun, and trouble seems to just follow him no matter what. I would love to go into more detail about your main job, but my flight will leave soon. I'll send you the list tonight ." Before leaving out if the door, she stopped with a soft 'oh' sound. Turning back around. "Also, I'll be gone for about eight months, and will be checking in once a month. And, you are to live in this manner for those months." She turned her attention to her son, who was examining the new guest. Well, checking him out while faking innocence.

 

"Mi-kun, make sure to show Hoshinawa-san around?" When she got a court nod, she smiled. Saying a farewell before leaving. Not waiting for her new employee to comment on this arrangement.

 

When his mother was gone, Miryoku walked towards Hoshinawa. Running his hands through his hair as he faked being shy. 'God he's cute. I wonder if he's the kind to play hard to get.'

[Esteron]

"Thanks for your kind compliment, Fushichou-sama." Maybe not every nobles were bad at all.

The woman standing infront of him seemed like a kind person. Relieved about that fact, Iori became

a bit calmer and listened to the lady.

"Oh, it was supposed to be a personal servant's job? I didnt' know that fact." he said with an embarassed

smile and looked at the blond with his deep blue eyes. "Working for him, isn't it?" he thought while trying

not to stare at him "He looks more like the nobles in my mind, but I'll give my best, no matter what. I went

through tougher things like that."

 

Iori was ripped out of his thoughts when the lady spoke about the fact that everyone was after Miyoku-sama.

So she arranged a personal servant not as a normal butler, but also as a bodyguard. "Don't worry about that, Fushichou-sama, I am used to the fight with a sword, so I promise to protect your son no matter what!"

But the point that the blond woman would leave soon made the 24 year-old nervous again. So he would be alone with his new master so early. He sighed tightly. It couldn't be help, ne?

And eight month would he be alone with that guy. "Wait? Live in the manner? T-thanks for the kind offer."

He looked around. So for eight month this would be the place he live... it wasn't bad at all. Before the female was leaving he wished her a good flight and then turned around to the young male. Now they were alone...

 

He looked at Miyoku. "So that's it, right? Hope we'll get along, Miyoku-sama." he said with a smile. Standing infront of the blond he noticed that the noble was taller than him - not much, but still! And a look in his face told him that he was younger than Iori. He wasn't exited at all.

But the imagination of not being alone and live in such a huge manner brightened up his mood. It was been a long time since he shared a house with someone. Yes, the last time was still at home. All the years he traveld alone, however he was kind of happy to live here now. "Well, please tell me what to do."

[Ariesa]

Swords? Well, wasn't his new servant interesting. Miryoku studied Hoshinawa, noticing his blue colored hair and violet colored eyes. He was even shorter than him. And that simple fact gave him some joy, the reason being is that he can use it to his advantage. The blonde moved closer, only a few inches separated them now. He couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to play with his new form of entertainment. If mother was going to stick him with a babysitter, might as well make the best of it. Miryoku's innocent facade disappeared, immediately being replaced with a mischievous smirk. Eyes studying the male in front of him, as if to imprint such an image into his memory. "What you should do," he echoed. His once curled in posture now relaxed and radiating an air of pure confidence.

 

"Don't worry, Hoshinawa-san, we'll get along just fine. But, you first need to know something." The blonde grabbed the other male's arm, pulling him towards his body until they were flushed together. Chest to chest. "You're only here to entertain me. And will do anything i say with no hesitation." Miryoku leaned in close, their faces only an inch away from each other. Hoshinawa looked pretty young, which made him wonder the male's age. He looked around eighteen or so, maybe a year older or so. Moving one of his hands to wrap around the other's waist, holding him in place. Their bodies fit together perfectly, considering the bluenette here isn't just shorter than him, but smaller as well. There's just now way such a small physique can lift a sword.

 

He wanted to see other emotions play in Hoshinawa-san's eyes besides nervousness. To see his anger, his fear, all of it. He wants him to be bare before his very eyes. To tear him apart. He's never had such an urge to control someone, and he quite likes this feeling.

[Esteron]

Surprised by the blonds sudden change he couldn't react while he was suddenly pulled in Miyokus arms. "Eh? What the...?" he startled, feeling the warmth of the other males chest on his own and blushed. He blushed even darker when the blond came so close with his face. What the heck was wrong with this guy? Then he felt the blonds strong hands wrapping around his waist and flinched. The blue haired didn't expect the other was that strong!

"What the heck are you doing?" Iori asked confused and tried to escape the embrace. With all his might he was able to free hisself, took a few steps back, but felt a wall behind his back. His thoughts were swirling around in his head and he breathed hard. Because of the hard escape the first two upper buttons of his black jerkin were loosen and uncovered a bit more of the males pale skin.

That was unexpected! Being hold like this all of the sudden... by a male! And who was younger as well! "Don't get confused! You know you'll be stronger than this spoiled noble's son!" he tried to calm him down. But the warmth of the embrace felt kind of... comfortable...

Iori took a deep breath and looked to the blond resolutely. "Don't dare to touch me again!" he growled and his ees glared full of anger. They were quite the eyes of a swordman. "Even if it is the case that you are my master from now - I won't do everything you want, got it? I am not your damn toy!"

[Ariesa]

Miryoku was surprised when the other male released himself from the hold, but the smirk soon slithered back. So he's a fighter, makes this all the more interesting. He noticed that the blue haired male pinned himself against the wall. Trapping himself. The blonde only half listened to the threat given to him. He was too distracted by the defiant glare that was piercing him, and he wanted to see just how far he can push the guy. Soon, his eyes started to wonder. Until they came to a stop at the newly exposed skin in front of him. 'I want to leave a mark,' was the first thought to pop into his mind. The need to see Hoshinawa covered in marks made by his lips becoming deafening to his ears. "Oh, is that so?" The nobel said in a light, airy tone. Coming closer to his new servant. Caging him between his arms as the palms of his hands rest against the cold wall. "But you are my toy."

 

Miryoku moved in close, one of his hands moving to caress the exposed skin. Caressing the soft skin carefully. "My own personal toy, which i can use any way i please." His voice became lower as he moved again. This time, his lips caressed the silk like skin instead of his fingers. Oh, the next eight months are going to be the best eight months of his life. He's never had someone so defiant and yet submissive. Yes, he's calling Hoshinawa submissive. To him, the other male seems like the one he needs to be taken care of instead of doing the caring. Also, he just wants to have the other squirm underneath him. That was another fact he supplied in his mind.

 

"I can touch you whenever i want. You see, your voice means nothing here. Well," he paused, nipping at the skin softly as his hands moved to hold the other's waist. "Unless it's a voice filled with desperate desire."

[Esteron]

Trapped between the wall and the males body Iori got scared. "I- I won't repeat myself and get lost!" But his voice shivered and wasn't frightened at all. He didn't know how to handle the situation and when the males hand caressed his skin he startled and his face turned dark red. "Stop it, damn it!" he shouted panicked. It was so embarassing to be treatened like this.... "Why don't you get it that not everything you want will be granted? Is it too much for a noble?" Iori got angry again, but this time he wasn't able to escape Miyoku. Well, he tried to push the male away, but had to admit that he gotten weaker. With a bite on his lips he coursed that he didn't eat this morning... but he had to save his last money.

 

He felt the others hands holding his waist. "S-stop..." His body began to shiver when the blond began to nip at the skin. With every nipping his head got more and more full of thick mist. It was a strange feeling and he couldn't describe it... His body seemed to like being touched and caressed, but his mind couldn't bear this. Since he chose becoming an eternal wanderer he had no sexual contact with anyone, so his body had to be very sensitive. 'Damn body... you have to fight against it, too....' But the calm breath of the young male blowed away his mind. He couldn't catch a clear thought.

'I have to resist. I am a fighter... always...' Every strength left his small body.

[Ariesa]

"And I won't repeat myself," the blonde said in a voice just a little above a whisper. The fact that this guy won't just give up easily thrilled him. Lately, his toys have been too submissive. Practically laying on their backs for him if he even comes into the room. It's became so boring that the young noble stopped playing with them. Always being found slamming his piano when he couldn't play a certain piece correctly or snapping at the workers. A routine that's been happening for the past five months or so. One that's made him more and more agitated. "Hmm," he hummed softly. One of his hands moving to go under the other's shirt. Caressing his back with a ghost of a touch from his fingers. "Why don't you understand that I always get what I want eventually. When your time here isn't even up yet, you'll be putty in my hands. Wanting me, needing me like your life depends on it. Like I'm your own personal drug."

 

That's how it always ended for him. And he'll hate when the time comes, but for now, he wants to savor this defiant phase Hoshinawa is going through. Miryoku chuckled at the other's weak protest. "You see? You don't even have the strength to stop me now," he moed his head so they were now face to face. A devious expression on his face as he searched the other male's violet eyes. "Don't tell me, you've never been touched like this before." The young noble noticed how red his servant's face was, and concluded that his guess was correct one. 'How cute. Well, there's a first for everything,' he thought to himself. His previous toys were all experienced in this, but having one that wasn't, made the thrill inside of him increase drastically.

 

Miryoku opened his mouth to say something, when something in his back pocket vibrated. Who the hell was calling at a time like this? His face morphed into one of anger as he removed himself from Hoshinawa with a growl. Giving them some distance as he answered his phone. "What?" He practically roared into the speaker.

[Esteron]

Relieved that Miyoku turned back from him He leaned against the wall and sighed loud. That was close! He didn't know what he had to do when the male wasn't interrupted by the phone. His body was still shivering and still felt the blonds hand unser historischen shirt. 'Damn, Miyoku-sama. Degrading me like the! ' He buttoned up his jerkin with yet a red head. Wanting him? Needing him? He hast truly an alive fantasy.

While the other was on the phone, Iori came back to normal and walked towards the staircase. He turned around and looked to the door. 'There is still a chance to leave here and now' he spoke to hisself. 'But it's not your style, ne? Don't give up. You can handle that youngster. It's only a beast to tame.' But he had to admit that his feelings paralyzed him when he was that close to the male. 'So you only have to pay attention that he won't have the opportunity again.'

While thinking he decided to have a look around and walked up the staircase. In the first floor there was a floor on the right and on the left side as well and the end of them wasn't in sight. This place was indeed pretty huge.

To thought of it, the name Fushichou sounded familiar to him. Wasn't it the name of one of the richest families? 'Ah, yes! There are so many buildings and so on under their name!' Iori remembered. So it wasn't s surprise that Miyokus opinion was that everyone would dance to his tune. Tse, what a spoiled little brat... thought he could submit everything in the world.

 

Hearing Miyoku quitting the call, Iori went back to the staircase, sat down on the golden handrail and looked to the blond. "Hey, Miyoku-sama! It's not very mature to think you can submit everything if you want!" the blue haired shouted to the male in the entrance hall. His selfconfident already returned. "There are always things you can't gain or reach, you know? And it's not the right allure for someone who will carry such a huge responsibility one day. So stop those foolish games and focus on what is necessary!"

'Well, why not turning things and trying to make HIM feeling bad - also as a small revenge. Selfconfident He folded his arms and waited for the males response. 'I will let you know that you can't play pranks on me that easy.'

[Ariesa]

Miryoku was practically glaring dagers as he was on the phone. There's to be a masquerade party in three days and he had to bring a date. But was it really necessary for them to interrupt something so important and tell him something they could've done by sending a letter? Or a damn email? He can deal with that much. He tuned out the person on the phone as he listened to Hoshinawa explore the first floor of the manor. If only the little commoner knew just how big this place really was. And that alone made a smirk tug on his lips. As the phone call continued, he decided to stop it before he throws his phone out of the window. Again. "Yes well, i do plan on coming. And would love to talk more about it, but I'm in a bery important meeting right now. Goodbye." And with that, he hung up. Sighing heavily as he put his phone back into his pocket as he turned his attention to the top of the stairs. It seems that a certain someone as regained their confidence. 'So at a distance, he's more courageous? Should test that out.'

 

This felt more like a came of cat and mouse. But of course, the blue hairy male was the prey. Miryoku was smirking through Hoshinawa's rant until the very end. His face falling. Responsibility? He scowled. This commoner doesn't understand anything. And says such lies from the top of the stairs like a coward. And focus on what was necessary? The blonde's expression darkened. "I think it's cute how you can say this all from the top of the stairs," he called out. His voice no longer playful or mischievous. Now cold, uncaring to some degree. As he went up the stairs, his steps echoed in the tense silence. Growing louder as he got closer. "You think you know a lot, just from hearing about my family here or there. You really don't understand the real responsibilities in this kind of world. Here, the most mature and kind players don't win..," he was closer to the top of the stairs.

 

"And what's necessary for me," his voice was not only cold now. But enraged as well. "Is none of your concern. What i do, what i want, and what i need is something you'll never understand. Nor be ae to comprehend." Miryoku was now in front of him, fuming. Who the hell does Hoshinawa think he is? He doesn't understand anything! Not a damn think! Without saying another word, the blonde stomped off. Heading towards a certain door, going into the room and slamming the door shut with a loud bang. 'So much for a new toy that he'll like. He's a lot better when he doesn't try to act like he knows me.'

[Esteron]

I don't care from which distant I speak to you." the male spoke, acted cool while watching the now angry blond moving up the stairs. "Yeah, you are right... in YOUR world maturity isn't that necessary but rather the one with the biggest purse is the winner. He can control and take advantage of the poor." To admit it was like this situation. Iori took the job only for the money.

 

He was shocked because of the enraging male and watched him leaving without a word. "Maybe I overdid it..." he mumbled wondering and felt guilty. With auf big sigh he sat down on the stairs and layed his head on his arms. 'Yeah, I don't understand the richs world... not at all.. but act like I know about it - and about him. To have such a heavy burden to carry isn't easy I guess. He is still that young... probably he barely knows the world outside his twinkling life. Outside you have to be mature as soon as possible to survive and - well - not being kind as well.'

He closed his eyes. 'Our worlds - our lives are so different... it's nearly impossible to understand the other.' Yes, he made a mistake to say all this things to the blond. 'I should apologize...'

Iori stood u and looked along the for. 'He went into this room..' the blue haired thought while he walked towards a door. He hesitated and swallowed. How would Miyoku react? Then he knocked at the door. "Miyoku-sama, may I enter? I want to talk to you."

[Ariesa]

The blonde was now sitting on a pale blue couch, staring out the same goddamn window with a now pissed off expression. 'Why does everyone try to understand when they can't? Think they know so much about me without getting to know me?' It was becoming an old tune that the young noble was too familiar with. Someone telling him something he already knew and trying to simplify it like they were discussing a mere board game. It frustrated him. Miryoku huffed, messing up his slicked back hair so his bangs hung just above his eyebrows and taking off his glasses. They were for reading anyway. The male then sat with his arms folded, frowning to himself. 'What did he mean by; take advantage of the poor? He knows nothing. The stupid commoner.'

 

Miryoku didn't even flinch when there was a knock at the door. "Wasn't what you said not too long ago what you wanted to talk to me about," he snapped. Was he being childish? Well, he wasn't denying the fact that he was. But it was understandable, in his opinion. Hoshinawa acted like he knew everything, again the same old tune over and over again. He sat there for about two minutes in silence. 'Might as well see what the commoner wants.' The blonde groaned as he stood up, going towards the door and opening just a little so only his body showed and not the room. The noble looked down at the other male with a blank expression. The only emotion showing was in his grey green eyes, which were narrowed. He wasn't going to let Hoshinawa in, he doesn't trust him. He doesn't trust anyone to be honest. "Speak." Miryoku leaned against the door frame, waiting. But not patiently.

"Unless you have something else to tell me about myself and how i should live."

[Esteron]

"Uhm..." the blue haired looked down with a sad expression on his face. Feeling Miyokus sharp sight seemed to pierce his chest and felt an unwell sting there. "I won't tell you anything about your lifestyle. And how you live your life is not of my concern." Then he took a break and when he raised his head his eyes met the blonds. 'Probably he is still mad of me...' "I overreacted and blame you for something you have no influence to..."

 

A short break again then he added: "And, yes, I have no idea how it is to be a noble and live with problems a commoner like me doesn't understand. It was a big mistake to assume things I don't know." Iori learned his first lesson not to be that straightforward and say what to think, so he would be more careful with the things he would say. "It wasn't my purpose to hurt you, Miyoku-sama and I apologize for that. Should we try a restart?" Finishing the last sentence Iori tilted his head a bit and looked away with his still hazy eyes, ashamed of his bad manner before.

[Ariesa]

Miryoku was quiet during the commoner's apology. Usually, he would take revenge on anyone who angered them. Not even an over the top apology would make him forgive the person. But, the fire inside of hin slowly started to go out as he examined the other's body language. He actually seemed sorry. 'What is with this commoner?' He huffed heavily, closing his eyes briefly as he opened the door to his room wider. Going in to sit back on the couch. Before he did so, he turned to look at Hoshinawa. "Well? Are you coming in or not?" It was is own way of saying he forgave him and that he was sorry as well.

 

The noble sat on the couch cross legged, leaning his head back as he thought. Why was his mood suddenly jumping all over the place because of his new toy? This game wasn't simply one of cat vs. mouse. This was a whole different game. Different strategies, plans, everything. But, he refuses to lose whatever kind of game this was. He intends to win, even if he has to come about this game differently. Miryoku looked over at his servant, his eyes no longer fiery. However, they were now soft and filled with curiosity. This guy was really different. And it intrigued him despite the anger he felt five seconds ago.

[Esteron]

Iori watched him opening the door wider and moving inside again. His eyes brightened up when he heard the invite. A smile flitted over his face. "Thank you very much." Then he entered the spacy room and was astonished. 'So spacy and all those expensive looking things...' The male noticed the piano in a corner of the room. He didn't expect to find an instrument like that here. 'Maybe he isn't a bad person at all.' This piano showed him that Miyoku had a sensitive side. "So you like playing the piano? I admire those people who have the paticence to learn it." he mentioned while having a closer look. 'And maybe he is usually alone. It wouldn't be a surprise with those busy parents.' The blue haired looked across the other male. 'I was really rude back then.'

 

With a sign he sat on the arm rest of the couch and looked to the ground. "You know, I blamed you for something, but I'm not better at all. I said to focus on necessary things, but didn't do it myself. It's not my task to teach your or something like that. I'm here as a servant - nothing more or less."

The blue haired turned to Miyoku. "Even with our different ways of life and points of view we have to get along for eight moths now." THen he giggled. "The start was definitely not the right way and not mature. So here it is the secon start - from the very first. Well, you already know my name so... I'm 24 years old and a traveler since 5 years. Can I learn something about your person as well?" he spoke and tilted his head with a gentle smile.

[Ariesa]

He looked over at his piano when Hoshinawa mentioned it. He admires people who play it? That was a first, to some degree. His mother wasn't so pleased when she found out how fond he was about music. But in the end, she gave in. Thinking this 'phase' will pass as soon as it came. And to his mother's displeasure, he still played it. Sometimes at odd hours of the night. Miryoku let out a silent huff, but it wasn't out of annoyance. "Anyone who really wants to learn something they admire will have the patience for it," the nobel said softly. Studying the dark mahogany grand piano, its texture as smooth as the day he got it. Not a scratch or single dust particle on it. Honestly, it was the only thing he has the he treasured with all his heart and soul. Not letting anyone else touch it but him. Nor play it. The blonde looked over at the blue haired male. 'At least he's admitting his place in all of this.'

 

'Wait, learn something about me?' Miryoku thought for a moment. No has ever asked about what he was like, again just assuming. His face was converted into a small pout and furrowed eyebrows. A look he gets when he really had to think of something, showing his age of eighteen even more. "Well, you know I'm rich and play piano....," he paused. "Sweets. I like sweets. And I hate being bored." His voice was soft yet monotone. Was he doing this right? They were actual facts about himself, so he assumes so. Or should he say more?

 

'I'm not going to spill my guts to the guy.' Miryoku looked over at Hoshinawa, noticing the distance between them. Oh, was nervous? "Why are you sitting so far away?" A smirk appeared on his face as he tilted his head to the side. Eyeing the commoner like he was some sort of food, or prey. "Are you scared of me? If not," he patted the seat next to him. "Sit closer. I don't bite, not in the mood right now." Miryoku was going back to his mischievous self from the beginning, not at all comfortable with whatever was going on here.

[Esteron]

"I like to take your offer." Iori sat down next to the male. The couch was very soft and comfortable. "And I saw scarier things and persons than you." he said with a smirk. Well... when he thought of the situation back in the entrance hall he wasn't sure about that... Thinking about it made him blush again. It was confusing, but not uncomfortable. The other males body was warm and being in his arms as well. He didn't notice that he spaced out and stared at the ground. Probably because it was been a while since he was treatened like that. 'What are you thinking? He is a man!' he told himself 'There's no way you like being touched by a man!'

Turning to Miyoku he noticed that the male smelled good. It was a likeable parfum. Noticing something like that was embarrassing... but it was kind of attractive.

"Uhm, sweets? You like sweets? Hey, me, too. Chocolate is my favourite." the blue haired replied "It sweetened your life a bit more." And hating to be bored, ne? That proved the assumption that he was used to be alone and his young age.

Iori had to admit that he was quite handsome and even more from that close distance. His heart beated faster. "So your mother hired a servant to take care of you as long as she is away, right? Is there something else I should know?" he said and tried to ignore the heartbeating and the small nervousness. That wasn't the topic he wished to speak of, but he had to talk about something normal.

[Ariesa]

The noble raised an eyebrow at the other male's statement, especially at the blush that appeared afterwards. Seems to him that the guy wasn't completely convinced himself. His smirk widened. "Hmm," he hummed softly. In a 'I don't believe you at all' tone. Leaning in a little closer as if he was listening to every word he had to say. "I don't mind chocolate, but i prefer something sweeter." Was he flirting in a unsubtle way? Yes, yes he was. And Miryoku didn't care. Even if it was sime kind of game to him, he was also having some fun as well. His hand twitched with the urge to touch Hoshinawa, until he asked about the situation he was in. The blonde sighed. 'He ruined the moment. Again.' Why did this guy have terrible timing?

It was starting to agitate him damn it!

 

"She wants you to be my bride and have us live happily ever after in the country side," the nobel said in a sarcastic tone. Folding his arms back over his chest. And once again, mimicking a bratty child. "Mother basically wants you to babysit me. Meaning accompanying me in business meetings or anything relating to my family business. As well as take me to and from school." He may or may not have a few speeding tickets. But to be truthful, it's not the worse thing he does. And he's glad his mother can be so easily fooled. Otherwise he would've been shipped off to bordering school when he was five. "She'll give you more detail over a e-mail i guess," he sighed. Looking back out of the window. Maybe he should just make that damn thing into a wall so he doesn't have to look at the same sight whenever a certain emotion develops.

[Esteron]

"Accompany you? And take you to and from school?" he said disappointed and leaned his head against the back rest with a sigh. It was indeed some kind of babysitting and it didn't sound interesting at all, but he always could be in his near. That's one of the only positive points. 'Being always in his near?' Iori asked himself 'Why the hell should I want it that much?' But the question was answered only by a look at Miyoku. Something about him was very attracted and let his heart jumping up and down and his hands shivering.

Seeing Miyokus hazy sight out of the window he moved closer and patted his hand on the blonds shoulder. "Ok, you don't have to talk about it any further when you don't like the subject." the blue haired said in a calm tone. 'And please tell me how far you would have gone when the phone didn't ring' came up to his mind. Why suddenly that question? 'You are no teen anymore so something like that don't bother you!' But it wasn't the case - not at all.

His hand on Miyokus shoulder felt right and not unpleasant. "You said you like something sweeter than chocolate, but does something like that exist? I would be happy if you show it to me." the male said with a shy smile and thought further: 'An embrace of yours would be sweeter than chocolate...'

[Ariesa]

When Miryoku felt the hand on his shoulder, he was half tempted to just smack that hand away. He was belittling him, treating him like some child who was going to cry over the littlest things. But, that hand was also comforting. Spreading a warmth through him that was anger, nor lust driven. Which also bothered him and yet had him craving for him. Unconsciously, he took Hoshinawa's hand into his own. Lacing their fingers together as he used his thumb to rub the back of the other's hand. All while not looking at him, though his expression softened. The skin felt like silk, and was small compared to is own slim yet big hands. The urge to pull the commoner pulsed through the nobel suddenly. He wanted to touch him again, to feel his skin against his lips again. To hear make noises that should considered a sin-. 'Well the weird fluffy feeling is gone now. Only took, like, two seconds.'

Though, he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or the worse loss ever in his entire life.

Miryoku turned his gaze towards Hoshinawa, raising an eyebrow at his shyness. 'Bipolar, much?' Shrugging, he stood up. Still holding the male's hand as he led him out the room and towards the kitchen. "Yes, it does exist. And only you and I know about. So if you tell another soul, I'll have to punish you." He let that statement hand in the air for a moment. 'Hopefully he doesn't figure out the double meaning behind it.' The smirk returns.

[Esteron]

Iori startled when Miryoku took his hand, but then he relaxed. It was a comfortable and warm feeling in his heart when they hold hands. 'His hand is larger than mine' he noticed 'And so soft.' The males head turned red again and enjoyed that moment. 'Romantic, ne? Kind of.' the blue haired thought and smiled shyly. That moment blew everything bad away and it was only Miryoku he saw and had the wish to cuddle up to him, but resisted the wish. 'What are you thinking? It would turn everything bad.'

Then the male watched him standing up still holding his hand. 'Eh?' Surprised he was pulled by the male he barely fell. 'Where is he going with me?' They left the room and the blond pulled him further towards another room. "Eh? Where are we going?" And what was he talking about? Only they knew about it? The blonds sentences sounded weird and Iori wasn't sure if they still talk about the sweet things he thought of...

Was he talking about sweet things among themselves? He blushed dark red and youldn't help but going behind him. The blonds strength with which he pulled him was strong and he couldn't resist. 'I'm not sure what he is talking about, but let's see it...'

In his opinion he was still sure that he could still fight through every situation. "And what are you going to show me there in the room?" he asked trying to be selfconfident.

[Ariesa]

Miryoku rolled his eyes, this wasn't the response he wanted at all. What was the guy thinking he was taking him. He was still talking about the dessert that was made for him alone and no one else could taste it. Honestly, Hoshinawa should feel honored that he was going to taste something so sweet and delicious that only four people in the world know about it. "The kitchen. Where else would the sweet sweeter than chocolate be that i told you about?" 'Weirdo.' As they walked, he may or may not have taken his time as they walked so he could hold the blue haired male's hand a little longer. 'It's just cold in the manor.' Despite it being a cool 65°.

When they reached the kitchen, the nobel reluctantly released the commoner's hand. The kitchen, though more old fashion looking, was huge. Three old iron ovens on the back wall as the whole place was spotless. Like no one ever stepped foot in this room. The blonde went to the fridge. Taking out a smooth, wooden box that can easily be mistaken as a music box. He held it in his hands for a moment. What the hell was he doing? Why was he sharing something like this with a mere servant? And one that didn't know how to hold his tongue might he add. But no matter how many times he asks himself this, only one answer came; he had no fucking clue.

So, without further ado, he set the box on the counter the stretched in the middle of the kitchen. Folding his arms and looking over at Hoshinawa with an expression of anxiety, confidence a small child has when showing an adult something magical, and trying to keep a blank look.

"Well? Open it."

[Esteron]

"Uhm, sorry I was a bit surprised." he said and smiled embarassing. 'What are you thinking about? Do you lost your mind?' he scolded hisself, but I looked forward to see - and taste - something sweet and delicious. 'Yeah, sweets, sweets, sweets.' Thinking about it he hummed lightly and even didn't notice that they hold hands until they entered the huge kitchen.

Iori was astonished again. Even the kitchen is that big... but it looked so clean as if nobody used it. 'What are they eating when they don't use the kitchen?' Well, probably the only were that serious about cleaning everything.

He followed the male to the fridge and watched him taking out a wooden box. 'Eh?' Curious the blue haired went to that box Miryoku set on the counter and opened it slowly. "Wow!" was his first word when he saw that delicious-looking cake. It had three little layers and the fluffy texture was covered smoothy by a hardened chocolat sauce. This view let Ioris eyes shining like eyes of a child who got a longwished toy. "It looks truly delicous and so fluffy. And the smell is like a paradise." he said delight. "Oh, eating it must be a piece of heaven. Who made that masterpiece?"

The 24-year-old looked at the male smiling and suddenly his stomache growled aggressively. "Sorry, but I couldn't help to get hungry seeing that delicious cake." His smile turned to an embarrassing smile and he hold his stomache. He could barely resist to eat the cake. "Uhm, may I have a piece?"