- Escaping the Rift -

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Sinclair sighs softly as he gazes out into the nothingness of the ocean. Bored to death he continued to wonder when his gift was coming. His father, the master of the Halloway mansion told him a week ago he had something special for him. Now usually he could care less for what his father says but when he promised him something it was usually something heâ??d mentioned it in a conversation. Running his fingers through his short golden hair Sinclair left the room in search of his father. He was determined to find out just what this â??giftâ?? was. Sinclair left his room into the large corridor. He walked passed several rooms until he reached his fatherâ??s. Knocking on his door he sighed hoping he wasnâ??t busy.

â??Come inâ?¦â?

The Master called to him from inside his chambers. Opening the door to his fatherâ??s bedroom he walked inside. â??What do you want Sinclair?â? the man asked not bothering to face him as he sat looking out the bay window staring into the ocean. â??Well I was just wondering when this so called gift you promised me will arrive. Iâ??m bored and rather tired of waiting.â? Sinclair said with furrowed brows as he put a hand on his hip. â??Well my son he should be arriving about now actually.â?

As if on key or something the bell sounded. â??Ahh, you see. You should know by now I mean what I say.â? Halloway chuckled darkly standing and turning towards the boy. He had not pants on only a pair of boxers. Slowly a womanâ??s head popped up from behind the desk. She wiped her mouth a deep blush tinting her pale white cheeks. Sinclair was glad he couldnâ??t see behind the desk. â??Well boy arenâ??t you going to get the door?â? with a snarl he left the room to retrieve what was promised to him.

The mansionâ??s style was a mix between modern and the old Victorian décor. The outside of the mansion was castle like, something youâ??d see if you were back in the medieval days when castles were all the rave. Even so the mansion contained a bit of a modern look to it which made it all the more beautiful to look out. Sinclair opened the doubled doors to be greeted by one of the many butlers in the house. â??Master Sinclair this is for youâ?¦â? stepping to the side the elderly man held his hands out toward the limo in the driveway. The Halloway mansion was far from the village practically remote from any of the civilization that inhabited the beautiful land. Sinclair felt bad for the person who had to suffer such a long ride there just to become his plaything.
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[B I T T E R Anodyne]

• Out the window, up at the ceiling, down at the seat, and up out the window again. The male was drumming his fingers on his black pants, his nervousness creating butterflies in his stomach, and the excitement made the sound he tapped out completely different from the music he had playing in his ears. â??Big brother...â?? Once again, eyes out the window, and back to the floor, pulling out the music player to check the time, before stuffing it back into his pocket. Slouching against the seat, he counted the clouds, one hand on the pane of the limoâ??s glass. One side of his face was obscured with a patch of long hair, the style that he achieved it make it look like he had a frill made of hair on the left side of his face.
  
  It had been so long, so long since he had last seen his older brother, as the years ticked by; it had been a silver lining in the clouds to be able to finally see him again. Would he remember him? Of course; it was a stupid notation to think that he wouldnâ??t. After all, he was his brother for godâ??s sake, and he hadnâ??t changed that much... Besides the whole new look and growing up and all... Brown eyes stared out at the scenery as it flashed by, his body shifting to lean against the door. Almost there? It had been a long trip to get to this place, and from a glance...It looked deserted enough. It was a beautiful island, lush plants, and the sea sparkled in the sun. Yet there didnâ??t seem to be anyone here, apart from that village that had vanished long, long ago.
  
  Kazuye might have fallen asleep sometime on the trip, since when he opened his eyes again, the car had...Well stopped. His head jerked up, eyes blinking, taking the looming mansion above the car, and the driver was currently missing. Stretching his legs, the male looked out the window, and eyes caught sight of someone standing, could it be? The door was rattled, not opening to his impatience, as when he forced it opened, he nearly tripped over his own feet on the driveway, Kazuyeâ??s eyes bright. â??Brother?â? He called out, heading towards the older male with apparent glee.[/list:u]

 

[__N o v i.S n o w]

Halloway

â??Brother?â?

Sinclair who was formerly known as Ruiza , snarled at Kazuye. This is what his father had chosen to give to him, a brother? What the hell was he thinking? He specifically asked for a toy something that could talk and participate in anything he felt like doing, not to be a brother. He didnâ??t want a siblingâ?¦ He didnâ??t want to share. He was fine as an only child and wanted to keep it that way.

â??I am not your brotherâ?¦â?

He replied quite rudely.

â??To you I am Master Sinclair and that is how you shall address me from now onâ?¦â?

He then smiled, realizing he was acting just like his father again. He disgusted the man and didnâ??t want to be anything like him.

â??You are dismissedâ?¦â? he said to the butler waving the elder man away like he was nothing. The man bowed disappearing into the mansion to tend to whatever chores he had left to do. Shifting his gaze to Kazuye he attempted to keep a friendly air about himself failing miserably at it. He wasnâ??t much of a people personâ?¦. He ordered people around day and night telling them what to do and what not to do he honestly couldnâ??t get any friendlier than what he was at that exact moment.

â??Now uhâ??â??
â??Kazuyeâ?¦.â?

Looking back his father was standing in the doorway. He looked nothing like Sinclair and Sinclair noticed that guessing heâ??d gotten his looks from his motherâ??s side of the family. He was kind of young and looked very much like a European, but Sinclair paid no attention to that focusing on the fact that he treated him like a sonâ??most of the time.

â??Thatâ??s his name?â?
â??Yes, heâ??s your giftâ?¦â?

Halloway replied looking down at Kazuye with a smile.

â??Why donâ??t you take Kazuye inside and show him around. Huxtable will grab his things and take them to his room.â?

Sinclair nodded as his father went in search for the butler to retrieve the boyâ??s things.

â??Alright, Kazuyeâ?¦ Iâ??ll show you around like my father has suggested of me to doâ?¦ Then after that weâ??ll eat because it will be lunch time. Then after that maybe weâ??ll talk or somethingâ?¦â? he looked down at Kazuye running his fingers through his golden bangs. â??Well lets go..â? he told the younger male with a smile that seemed rather fake~
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[B I T T E R Anodyne]

• Kazuye couldnâ??t help but flinch, the venom in the voice was like a physical blow. He had...had wanted to see his brother so badly throughout the years, didnâ??t he miss him at all? The younger frowned softly, but sorrow was written in his chocolate eyes. Had he walked in on a wrong time? But his brother...It didnâ??t make any sense; and the male was caught between wanting to shaking him, punch him...or just...burst out crying. Now, number three was surely out of the question, and one and two wouldnâ??t have given a good impression...So needless to say, the blonde male was left just standing there, both eyes; though the visible one would be more of an indication, were wide with shock. He wouldnâ??t have forgotten about him, not after all those years; Kazuye hadnâ??t...!
  
  Clenching his jaw, he stared at the other male, a few feet away from where he had stopped, the words pinning him to the spot. Not...His brother? He was wrong! The man in front of him was defiantly his brother, he was sure! Opening his mouth, he blinked three times. Sinclair...? In his memories, his name had been â??Ruiza...â?? Maybe he had changed it? But still, his brow furrowed, blinking up at the other, â??Master Sinclairâ?? was a bit...over the edge? But it wouldnâ??t be surprised if Ru-Sinclair had been pampered, if he lived somewhere like here. But a smile graced the otherâ??s face, a complete change of what had happened before. â??Ruiza...â? He whispered, but it was near inaudible, as the person turned to the butler, dismissing him like it was something he did often, brushing off people when they were not needed.
  His finger curled around the wire that connect the music player to his headphones, a habit he developed when he was nervous or worried, as he seemed to have a wire dangling in front of his shirt frequently. His attention was on Sinclair, but it flickered towards someone who called out his name. Kauyeâ??s head titled slightly to the side, hair falling farther off his face, revelling a glimpse of the other, hidden side that always seemed to be covered by hair. There was a man standing in the doorway. Blinking, he wondered for a moment who he was. This man did not carry himself like the butlers, no, he had an air of...importance about him...
  The blonde Oriental was silent, watching the exchange between the two, his fist clenching at his side. His name...Why didnâ??t he remember his name? Kazuye... But he blinked twice, suddenly realizing that the other was looking at him, looking at him with a smile on his face. Had he been caught blankly staring into space? Or worse, staring at someone? He quickly bowed his head, â??Thanks for having me!â? As he straightened up, toying with the hem of his shirt, slightly nervous. Gah, he couldnâ??t keep his hands still...
  
  It hurt, hurt that he didnâ??t remember. But that was something...something about that strengthened his resolve. He was going to stay. Stay and help his brother remember him. Kazuye couldnâ??t stand the fact that his brother didnâ??t remember...Anything, not his face...Not his name.
  
  â??Father...?â? Well, if that was true...That man had adopted Ruiza a long time ago... Sinclair. It didnâ??t seem to fit him, the name didn't seem to call up an image of his older brother. â??Oh, I see.â? Kazuye watched at the other smiled, but there was something..hollow...Fake. Blinking, he nodded, before looking up, and around, finally taking in his scenery. â??Itâ??s amazing...â? He murmured softly, his fingers tangled in the black wire of his headphones.[/list:u]

 

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Indeed that part of his memory was missing. He didnâ??t remember their mother or father. The only thing that he could recall about his mother was her looks as Halloway had given him a picture of her. His story about the woman was that she died giving birth to him which happened to be the night of their wedding. He grew up watching his stepfather push around his servants taking advantage of them every chance he got, which would explain his extreme rudeness to them all. Sinclair sighed disappearing into the mansion not actually caring if Kazuye were following along or not. â??You better come on or youâ??ll get lost in this maze of a building.â? He warned Kazuye not bothering to look back to see if heâ??d began following him yet. He ran his fingers through his bangs, letting out a soft yawn of boredom.

Sinclair or Ruiza as Kazuye knew him began the tour on the upstairs floor. â??Thereâ??s nothing to really see. There lots and lots of roomsâ?¦â? he spoke to Kazuye as he walked down the long corridor. He explained to his plaything where the bathrooms were behind each door, which rooms were study rooms, and which rooms he shouldnâ??t enter. â??My room you are not to enter unless requested. My fatherâ??s room is off limits unless he requests of you. Those last three doors at the end of this hall are off limits to everyone even I. You get caught snooping and you will be severely punished.â? Sinclair wasnâ??t being sarcastic when he said that. He had a vague memory of one of the maids mistaking the room for one of the others and entered it to clean it. When Halloway found out she mysteriously disappeared. Sinclair remembered his father acting cool as a cucumber as the woman pleaded for forgiveness repeatedly telling him she hadnâ??t known. He told her it was fine. Late in the night there was a loud eardrum piercing scream that woke him from his slumber. Sinclair remember looking out his window to see two shadowy figures dragging something around and dumping it into a large van and driving off quickly. Halloway was hiding something special in the room and whatever she saw wasnâ??t supposed to be seen or known about except by him. Ultimately he had to get rid of her for knowing his secret. As he looked back on the incident he zoned out staring at the forbidden doors wondering just what she sawâ?¦ He knew if that maid were still around he could force the information out of her, which explains why she had to be disposed of. There was shuffling in a nearby room which snapped Sinclair out of his thoughts. The older male sighed softly turning toward the room he heard sounds from. Nudging the slightly ajar door open with the tip of his foot he smiled. â??I suppose this is your roomâ?¦ Iâ??m assuming those things on the floor are yoursâ?¦â? he said to Kazuye as Huxtable turned toward the young male bowing slightly disappearing from the room.

â??So, uhâ?¦ Kazuyeâ?¦â? Sinclair began having a slight memory lapse almost forgetting his younger siblingâ??s name. â??I suppose you want to make yourself comfortable by unpacking and stuff. If you can remember where my room is come there after you are finishedâ?¦ Thatâ??s where weâ??ll be having lunchâ?¦â?

Sinclair rarely ate in the dining room finding it quite unnecessary if he had servants that could bring the food to his room. Having said what he said Sinclair went his separate way down the large corridor where he returned to his room in complete solitude. Kazuyeâ??s new room was quite simple. It contained all the necessities a room should have. For instance a nice comfy bed, a large dresser, walk-in closet, a big window so he could take a gander at the scenery whenever he wanted, a couch to lounge around in, in front of that was a television for whenever he wanted to entertain himself .​

 

[B I T T E R Anodyne]

• The blonde haired male could only look upon his elder sibling with a look ofâ?¦well, it was hard to tell. Regret? No, he couldnâ??t regret meeting his dear brother again, not after so longâ?¦ He had hardly believed that his brother could have been found, after vanishing all those years beforeâ?¦ That chaotic sounds, in the middle of the night, as he would get up, and watch from the shadows as people ran around the house, keeping him awake all night, as they questioned his parents. Horrible night, and lonely days, where was his brotherâ?¦? Where? Where was heâ?¦? Come backâ?¦? How much did he rememberâ?¦? Obviously, not himâ?¦But it was a hole in his stomach, of anyone, of anything in the pastâ?¦Why couldnâ??t he remember him? Kazuye was slightly bitter, but since when was life ever kind to those who lived itâ?¦? He snapped out of his thoughts; no more depressing ones, he was here, finally together with his brother again.
  
  Ah! No, he was leaving! Catching up to him with a few quick bounds, his footsteps hurried as he caught up to the older male, he could believe him. After allâ?¦Well, he could believe someone could get lost in this mansion. His eyes darted around, his head tilting to the sides to try and get everything and anything in his vision at once, but he was sure keep one eye on the male guiding him around. It was likeâ?¦If he took his eyes of him, Ruizaâ?¦would vanish again.
  The hallway was long, with numerous of doors that lined the walls. On the contrary to the fact that there was nothing to see, there was a lotâ?¦Just hidden behind a door. This would have been an amazing place to explore, but it also gave him the feeling of being small, insignificant, like being a kid again. Bathrooms, check, gotta remember thatâ?¦. There were rooms he couldnâ??t enter? Raising an eyebrow, he nodded, one of his hands tucked into his pocket. He was slightly surprised at the privacy; no entering Ruizaâ?¦Sinclairâ??s room, nor his fatherâ??sâ?¦ Unless called. This was quite a strict place, now that he thought about it. Eyes darted towards the last three doors, eyes glancing over them, curiosity on his face. Severely punishedâ?¦Huh? What was behind those doorsâ?¦. Though he had the feeling that there was some story, likeâ?¦those creepy stories parents would tell their child not to do somethingâ?¦ But still, It was something soâ?¦captivating about the forbidden. Scratching the back of his neck, he sighed. But a similar sound that came out of his brotherâ??s mouth made him turn, as the other seemed to lead the way once more, tapping open a door with his foot. Now this one wasâ?¦
  
  His room? Blinking, he gazed at the interior, as he nodded, spotting a few familiar items that he had brought alone. He opened his mouth to thank the man, but he was gone, just like that. Frowning slightly, â??Yes, those are mineâ?¦â? He affirmed the statement. His eyes seemed to be glued to the room, but his head turned towards his brother, before his eyes left whatever he was looking at, blinking as he turned to face the speaker. A smile broke across his face, more like a small, lop-sided grin, his shoulder shrugging slightly at the same time. â??Thank you, brother.â? His smile was slightly sad, but he stepped into his room, hearing the other leave.
  Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath, as his eyes flickered open, as he crossed the room to the widow, looking outside. Ahâ?¦It was beautifulâ?¦ A hand on the window, as he leaned on the glass pane. Kazuye stood there for a long time, head touching the glass, his weight supported by the transparent barrier. As if an invisible signal, Kazuye started to mull around, pulling out the clothing he had stored in his luggage into the walk in closet, a bunch of CDsâ?¦ A sketchpad and a pencil case made their way onto his desk, thrown there without a backwards glance, but by sound, Kazuye noted that they had fallen safely onto the soft sheets.
  
  Music blaring in his ears; he had turned on the music sometime when unpacking, when he straightened up, stretching, humming to himself a song, as he moved with quick actions. He had a few things, clothes, the everyday things, before straightening up. Hmâ?¦ Heading out of his room, headphones still on, he drifted towards where he remembered his brotherâ??s room was.
  â?¦Was it this oneâ?¦? Maybe. Eyes blinking, he knocked on the said door, waiting for the person to open in, hands in his pockets. He said not to enter without permission...But was it permission if you had been invited...?[/list:u]

 

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As he walked away he frowned at the word brother again not fully understanding why this stranger kept calling him that and quite frankly he wasnâ??t enjoying it either. Did he think if he said it enough times he would just allow it? Shaking his head slowly, the elder teen sat down on his bed lying back yawning softly. He closed his eyes taking in a few breaths of air. After several minutes of Sinclair staring at his ceiling someone knocked on his door. He stood walking over to his door opening it slowly. â??Lunch for two sirâ?¦â? Sinclair smiled. â??Finallyâ?¦ Bring it inside.â? He told the blonde as he opened his door wider for her to come inside. He rarely showed kindness to any of the staff but this particular maid lightened his spirits every time he saw her. She resembled his motherâ?¦ a lot and well because of that she got special attention. â??Pleaseâ?¦ Call me Sinclair Ms. Himura.â? He told her as she set up lunch on the balcony. â??Alright Sinclairâ?¦â? Ms. Himura said with a smile as she looked back at him.

They had a special kind of relationship, one that didnâ??t require much talking. They could look at each other and instantly know what one another was gong to say without actually having to say it. It was weird at times but they both seemed to enjoy it. Finishing her task she walked over to Sinclair putting a hand on his shoulder. With a smile she then left the room. The woman left a few moments before Kazuye was done unpacking. When the teen knocked on Sinclairâ??s door he answered almost immediately probably scaring the crap out of the other male. It just so happened that he was still standing there even after Himura had left the room. â??Kazuye, when invited thereâ??s no need to knock because Iâ??m already aware that you are going to visit. Just come inside but make sure to announce yourself so I know itâ??s you.â? Sinclair said looking down at Kazuye. â??Now that, thatâ??s settled shall we eat?â? with that said he left the door walking across the room to the balcony. His room was just as simple as Kazuyeâ??s was but with a few exceptions. His bed was simply huge, with tons of pillows; you know the ones youâ??d see in a magazine. It was neatly made as alwaysâ?¦ All that remained was a dresser, a walk-in closet, a couple of end tables for decoration, a couch, and a large portrait of their mother off to the side of the balconyâ??s entrance. He had his father enlarge itâ?¦ Sinclair wanted it to last forever..and everâ?¦ â??Itâ??s a nice day outside so Iâ??ve arranged for us to have lunch outside; I hope you arenâ??t afraid of heights.â? He said with a laugh. It seemed after the encounter he had with Ms. Himura his mood toward his younger sibling had changed dramatically.

A cool breeze blew into the room, cooling the atmosphere. It was usually pretty hot around this time of day he was happy it decided to cool down. Unbuttoning his shirt a bit, he walked onto the balcony sitting in one of the chairs. It was white, and made out of iron but had a soft white cushion around the back area and bottom area. He lounged back in the chair yawning softly running his fingers through his hair. For lunch Ms. Himura had made a nice light soup with a sandwich and salad off to the side. For drinks she had made a fresh batch of lemonade. She was the chef of the mansion and head maid. â??Come, hurry take a seat Kazuye or your soup will get cold. Unless, you like cold soup.â? Sinclair said as he sipped his lemonade, savoring it as the cool liquid slid down his throat. He could taste a slight hint of mint within the mixture which gave the beverage a rather refreshing taste that he enjoyed a lot.

[OMG exactly 666 words!]​

 

[B I T T E R Anodyne]

• Kazuye just wanted to fall onto bed, and curl up, smell the scent of clean fabric, and test of the bed actually was as soft as it looked. But it was lunchtime, and certainly not the time for a nap! Besides the cleaning and such, he still had toâ?¦Well, go meet his brother for lunch and finish that picture that he had been sketching a while before. One thing he liked about music, it boosted the brainâ??s imagination more than anything really. Casting a glance to the innocent looking sketchbook on his bed, the blond boy wondered if he should take and sit down andâ?¦ Ugh. If he did that, he wouldnâ??t get anywhere, plus, he would be late for the lunch! And he wasnâ??t going to pass up a chance to be with his older brother at all! Turning up the music, he hummed to the sing, the rhythm making him a more efficient worker. â??Motherâ?¦Fatherâ?¦Wherever you areâ?¦ I wish you could see him againâ?¦ After all these yearsâ?¦â?? His eyes closed, parentsâ?? worried faces all those years ago still fresh on his mind. â??Rememberâ?¦Iâ??ll try to make him rememberâ?¦No, I will make him remember.â??
  
  How could he have forgottenâ?¦? Had there been a trauma to his mind? He had heard; from some of his friends that had been left behind; with well wishes and pleads to write back, or contact any way he could, that through enough stress, it was enough for the brain to shut down. Butâ?¦If that was so, what had happened to Sinclair? Biting his lip, he had paused when unfolding a black and red sweater. Shaking his head, he took a coat hanger and placed it in the racks. So he would be living here nowâ?¦It would feel kinda strange living in such a big house, with maids and butlersâ?¦
  
  The younger brother nearly leaped out of his skin, surprised at how quickly he had answered the door. His eyes were wide, blinking once, twice, before shrinking back to their normal size. He dipped his head, the bangs of his ridiculous hairstyle falling over his face even more. Nowâ?¦Umâ?¦This was confusing. Soâ?¦Knock when not expected, andâ?¦donâ??t knock when expected? Alright, that could work. Thinking of it, it wasnâ??t that hardâ?¦And why was he thinking about this? Kazuye might have started banging his head on the walls for having the strangest thoughts dash through his mind, but than, Sinclair might have though him crazy. So he settled for a smile, looking up at the male with a sheepish grin. His stomach answered for him; growling slightly, as he placed a hand over it, laughing, scratching the back of his head. Wellâ?¦That was slightly embarrassing. He did, however, followed the otherâ??s footsteps, glancing around the otherâ??s room. Especially his bed. Wow. That one wasâ?¦Wellâ?¦Wow. Three people could sleep on there, no problem, for sure. And he though his bed was big. But what caught his attention was the large picture of the woman he had loved so dearly.
  Mother.
  
  Eyes bright as he stared at the picture for a long moment, taking in her appearance, of the numerous ones had had seen, and the ones that were always in his memories. It made a bitter lump form in his throat, as he swallowed it down. Did he remember who she wasâ?¦? Most likely, or he wouldnâ??t have itâ?¦But where was Fatherâ??s pictureâ?¦? But strange, if he remembered Mother, why didnâ??t he come looking for them againâ?¦? Questions that needed answering, questions that he didnâ??t want to touch at the momentâ?¦ Kazuye shook his head, and headed out the balcony, a fresh wave of air caressing his face. He wanted so badly to kick out his feet somewhere, but it would have been rudeâ?¦ It lookedâ?¦Delicious. The food that is.
  
  â??Oh. Sorry!â?
  
  Plopping down on a chair, he looked at the soup, before spooning it into his mouth. It was good! Blinking twiceâ?¦He devoured the meal, almost inhaling it down like he had been dying of hunger. â??Itâ??s really good!â? He commented, before munching on the salad and sandwich with the same gusto. It was after, before he took a swig out of lemonade, the headphones hanging around his neck, surprisingly clean. No doubt that his ability to eat soâ?¦cleanly came form years of practice with his earphones around his neck. He should say somethingâ?¦But whatâ?¦?[/list:u]

 

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He noticed Kazuye eying his mother but hadnâ??t said anything thinking he should bring it up after lunch. He ate when his brother ate and finished when he as well. It was good, as always. â?? he sighed softly drinking the rest of his lemonade. Reaching for the picture he smiled. â??So, I saw you looking at the portrait in my room.â? Tipping the picture of juice over he poured himself another glass of lemonade. â??Sheâ??s my mother. I donâ??t remember herâ?¦ All I have is the stories my father has told me and that picture up on my wall.â? He smiled thinking of her wondering just what she was like before she diedâ?¦ Sinclair wondered from time to time if she had loved him as much as he loved her. Looking at Kazuye while thinking of his mother he seemed to resemble her in a wayâ?¦ But he figured that it was nothing and that he was just thinking about her too much. He sipped his drink looking over the balcony, his eyes following a flock of seagulls in the sky. â??What is your mother like Kazuye?â? Sinclair asked staring off into the distance.

He couldnâ??t help but ask the question. By the way she looked in the picture his mother was kindâ?¦and loving. Shaking his head he sighed heavily. He stood up slipping his hands into his pockets. â??Never mind forget I asked.â? He said turning away from Kazuye. He was just acting plain weird now. â??Iâ??m sorryâ?¦.Honestly I donâ??t know whatâ??s wrong with me today.â? He looked back at him with a smile. He sat back down at the table across from his brother running his fingers through his hair. Noticing Kazuyeâ??s earphones her smiled again. â??What do you like to listen to?â? Sinclair asked removing the thoughts if his dead mother from his mind. He would have time to sulk about it later.
[sorry, tis a little short ><]​

 

[B I T T E R Anodyne]

• [[ No problem! =3 ]]
  
  The food was good, settling in his stomach; he had been quite hungry for some time now, but of course, it hadnâ??t been apparent until a few moments ago, when food had been presented to him. All that excitement and nervousness had put a delay on his hunger, but it didnâ??t take it away completely. The food was gone, almost not a single drop of soup, a crumb of bread on the plate, or the salad. He was now currently sipping the minty lemonade from the glass, feeling more or less content, and slightly sleepy as well. Nodding, Kazuye agreed with the male who was currently dining with him; It was a very good meal, though simple.
  
  Blinking, the slightly younger blushed slightly, the tips of his ears turning red. So Sinclair had noticed that he had been looking at the picture. He couldnâ??t help itâ?¦His mother had been a beautiful lady, and he missed her so much. He watched as the pitcher of lemonade deposited some of itâ??s content into his glass, as dark chocolate eyes flickered back towards the speaker. Silence; he remembered he was his motherâ?¦Butâ?¦Father? What about himâ?¦? Did he consider the man before to be his fatherâ?¦? He didnâ??t understand, this was all so confusingâ?¦ But the answer came a few moments later, she was his mother, but he didnâ??t remember her. But whyâ?¦Why did he just remember her face that she was her mother. He opened his mouth to answer, but closed it, looking away.
  
  â??Mom and Dad missed you so muchâ?¦â?? He thought, his fists clenching in his hands, â??Thoseâ?¦Kidnappersâ?¦They dumped you in an orphanage, and now youâ??ve been adopted. Your real familyâ?¦Missed you so damned much.â?? The remembrance of the longing made his gut churn, as he took a deep gulp of lemonade to subdue the feeling. â??We loved you so muchâ?¦I still do.â?? His eyes were sorrowful, but without his memories, Sinclair could take it as anything he wished, â??Remember soon, brotherâ?¦â?? His hand reached up, running his fingers through hisâ?¦ â??bangsâ?? that covered one side of his face, style his friends convinced him that he pulled off quite well. Visual Kei, a Japanese Genre ofâ?¦music? It was a style really, of the band.
  Kazuyeâ??s head shot up; what was his mother likeâ?¦? How could he answer that? It wasâ?¦a strange question. After all, she was his mother as well. He was about to answer, when he took the question back. A small smile, as he shook his head. â??Itâ??s alright.â? His voice was soft, â??She wasâ?¦Loving. A motherly figure. She caredâ?¦a bit too much, she would scold me and my sibling a lot, weather it was when we ran outside in the rain to play in the mud, orâ?¦well, do the thing young boys do their age. But, she loved us, strict, but it was still loving, and kind. She wouldnâ??t just say no, she would give us a reason, though it was never enough to convince us not to do it.â? Kazuye smiled cheerfully, memories were warm, no matter what happened.
  
  Another question? He tapped his head-phones, before removing them, pulling out the music player, an I-Pod, before flipping open the case. â??Me? Anything I can get my hands on.â? He confessed, grinning sheepishly. â??Though my friend is pretty good with a softwareâ?¦Itâ??s calledâ?¦I think, Vocaloid. Itâ??s a program that has peopleâ??s voices programmed into it, and you can make it sing songs and stuff. Heâ??s pretty good with it, though itâ??s in Japanese. Iâ??m his lab rat, to see if the songs are good. Majority of them are, and Iâ??ve kept the final copies.â? He was holding the left part of the headset, scrolling through the music selection. â??You like listening to music?â? He inquired, searching for one song he wanted to see if he had put it in.[/list:u]

 

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Sinclair listened intently as Kazuye explained to him how his mother was. She sounded wonderful. All their talking about mothers made Sinclair a little teary-eyed. His eyes glistened giving off the effect that he about to cry. To some degree that was what he wanted to doâ?¦ He blinked slowly a teardrop trickling down his cheek. â??It sounds like you and your sibling love her very much.â? He looked down over the balcony staring at the land below. â??He used to tell me stories about herâ?¦ He told me how she rubbed her belly, talked to me while I was still in her womb. â?? he sighed softly, watching the waves crash onto the shore, leaving behind shells and such.

As the teardrop continued to slowly trickle down his cheek the feeling made him shudder. Wiping the tear away he sighed. What was the matter with him? Sinclair sat upright feeling disgusted with himself. Disgusted that he let his emotions get the best of him, especially since it was in front of Kazuye. Suddenly he felt angry his brows furrowing. Never had he acted such a way in front of a person before. He felt sickâ?¦ Sinclair stood up again, stepping away from the table. He had to get away from this kidâ?? he seemed to bring out the worst in him. â??Iâ?¦â? he fell silent, those silly little emotions overwhelming him. Taking in a deep breath he turned to face Kazuye. â??Iâ??ve had enough. I think you should just go away now Kazuye.â? Sinclair said harshly. â??I need to be alone.â? His voice now soft, almost inaudible.

He couldnâ??t stand the feeling in his stomach every time he gazed upon the younger male. He never thought it would be possible for one person to evoke so many unwanted emotions in him. He needed to get away, separate himself and regain his composure. He wanted to leave his room and take a walk but he was afraid he would run into his fatherâ?¦ Sinclair didnâ??t want him to witness the pathetic state he was inâ?¦. He could just imagine his reaction. Knocks on his bedroom door startled the hell out of him causing him to jump. â??What if itâ??s father?â? he thought running his fingers through his hair frantically. More knocksâ?¦ He decided maybe they would just go away if he left them standing there. He waited. He could tell the person on the other side of the door was growing impatient because the knocks had gotten harder.

â??Comingâ?¦â? Sinclair spoke quickly rushing off to his bedroom door. He took in a huge breath of air exhaling slowly. He repeatedly wiped his eyes making sure there werenâ??t any remnants of tears anywhere. Opening his door slowly he looked down relieved it wasnâ??t his fatherâ??it was Ms. Himura. As she looked up him staring deep into his eyes she could tell something was wrong, but said nothing knowing how much he hated to discuss his feelings. â??I just came to clean up.â? She said smiling a little. Sinclair stepped to the side allowing the older woman to enter. â??Yeah sureâ?¦â? he murmured. Sinclair left the room as she stepped onto the balcony, disappearing down the hallway. He avoided anyone and everyone rushing to the outside for some fresh air.

Ms. Himura collected the empty dishes from the table. She looked up at Kazuye wondering just what had happened between the two. She gazed at him a bit longer noticing a slight resemblance between the two teens. She wanted to ask Kazuye what had happened but figured Sinclair probably wouldnâ??t want her to knowâ?¦ â??Hi, my name is Ms. Himura. Iâ??m the head maid and head chef here at the Halloway mansion.â? She began stacking the dishes onto a silver tray. â??Is there anything you want to know about the mansion you arenâ??t sure of?â? the woman asked smiling softly.
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[B I T T E R Anodyne]

• Kazuye seem to hardly notice that Sinclair was so absorbed in listening to him talk about his mother, he himself was quite tangled up in the warm threads of emotion of the past. It felt so good to talk about the fond memories, though it hurt a bit inside, recalling the fact that she wasnâ??t here anymore, would never see her smile in his direction again, will never see Da laugh, and pat him on the head. But if anythingâ?¦He could see his brother againâ?¦And though he wouldnâ??t remember, the blond teen would gladly stay by his side once more, and never let go. He vanished beforeâ?¦He wasnâ??t about to loose him again. But even he could notice that there was something off about the otherâ??s face, a tear on the otherâ??s cheek. Did he say something wrong? Butâ?¦His voice sounded soft, reminiscing, as his face broke into a soft smile, cheerful and sweet. â??We didâ?¦ He still does.â? It was strange, though, he remembered his mother, and surely, though it was not the same story, he still loved her. It was his turn to listen, try and collect what he was toldâ?¦or rememberedâ?¦ Who was thisâ?¦â??heâ??? His eyebrows furrowed lightly, but he was quiet, his arms folded in front of him, chocolate eyes soft and watchful.
  
  But it seemed that his brother was disgusted by the display of emotion, a swift jerk of his hand whipped away the tear. Startled as the other stood up, Kazuye was bewildered, what had happened, what had he done? His face was questioning, a small lost look that made him seem younger than he was. He didnâ??t understand, why was his brother suddenly soâ?¦different? He went from soft and quiet, toâ?¦wellâ?¦ His hands balled into fists on the table, as he watched the other, shocked into silence. He heard the other address him, cold and distant once more.
  
  He should just go? Whatâ?¦What? It was almost like a physical slap, the firm dismissal, as the other dipped his head slightly, a little more than just hurt. â??Why?â? His voice was soft, meek, but slightly demanding at the same time; he didnâ??t want to leave, didnâ??t want to leave his big brother alone! His head turned toward the door, his eyes still on his brother. Pleaseâ?¦Donâ??t make him leaveâ?¦ The knocks had spooked him slightly, but Sinclair opened the door, talking quietly with someone on the other side. Or at least, stood there, he couldnâ??t see who was at the door.
  It was a short conversation, as Sinclair stepped out of the door, and vanished into the house once more. A breeze ruffled his hair, blond locks swaying in the wind, leaving Kazuye staring where he had left, confusion written plainly on his face. Did he say something wrong? Did he do something? It was spinning around his head, and Kazuye was debating on what to beat himself up over, when a lady came over. Judging by her appearance, she was a maid, or someone who worked in the house. She was an older lady, the kind thoughtful person. He looked up at her, as the blond male was currently sitting down still on the chair.
  
  Silence, as she cleaned up the table, picking up the empty dishes, as he fiddled with his music player, his fingers curling around the black wire. Sinclair told him to leaveâ?¦But he didnâ??t want to go yetâ?¦ Not just yet. But than, the lady addressed him, as he turned his head to face her, one chocolate eye blinking twice. Ms. Himura? Oh, so she was the maid. Should he ask herâ?¦? â??The mansionâ?¦.?â? He seemed distracted, â??Ohâ?¦ Why are those three doors off limits? I would prefer to find my way around the mansion by exploring, thank you.â? He smiled at her, getting up. â??I should leave now, Sinclair didnâ??t seem to happyâ?¦â? His eyes took a distant, forlorn look, before she looked at the maid again. â??Would you like help with that?â? He offered. He was nearly done unpacking his room, and surely needed something toâ?¦Well, something to do for a while, since his brother might not want him in his presence at the momentâ?¦[/list:u]

 

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â??Wellâ?¦I donâ??t know really. Sir Halloway just prefers everyone to steer clear of them.â? She chuckled softly. â??Mr. Huxtable, the guy that drove you here has been working here longer than anyone and he doesnâ??t even know. Itâ??s a total mystery to everyone except Master Halloway. Just remember when you do go exploring this place that you donâ??t let curiosity get the best of you and stick your nose where it shouldnâ??t be.â? She smiled as he mentioned Sinclairâ??s mood. â??Donâ??t worry about Sinclair. He gets like that every once in a blue moon. It is just best to leave him be until he comes to you.â? She sighed. â??His mood is always pretty unpredictable. You never know what heâ??s gonna say or do next. Whatever happened between you two just remember it wasnâ??t your faultâ?¦Itâ??s just Sinclair being Sinclair.â? She added as she finished collecting the dishes. â??Help?â? she questioned softly. â??Well, if you want, sure why not?â? She said with a smile. â??Here, take the tray and follow me.â? She said motioning toward the tray of empty dishes on the table.

Sinclair stood in complete solitude outside of the mansion. He still felt sad even after he separated himself from Kazuye. Feelings of angst filled his heart and he just wanted them to go away. He didnâ??t like being in such a horrible moodâ?¦ The only one he had to blame for this was himself though. He was the one who brought up the subject of mothersâ?¦. therefore he had caused his own sudden pain and sadness. Sinclair sighed heavily running his fingers through his hair. Taking one last look at the scenery he turned to go into the house. He couldnâ??t very well stand outside all day; he would have to face his father someday.

â??Himura will be making dinner tonight as usualâ?¦I wonder if father will attend because of Kazuyeâ??s presence.â? He thought as he crossed the threshold into the house. Sinclair took a deep breath as he started up the stairs. He was going to confront Halloway now, so maybe if he noticed something was a little off about him he wouldnâ??t have to hear about it during dinner or any other time during the rest of the day. Sinclair walked down the hall to his fatherâ??s room whose door was always shut. Hesitantly the young man raised his hand ready to knock. As he was about to bring his fist down onto the door he chickened out. â??Nopeâ?¦ I think Iâ??ll maybe take a nap or something until dinner. Then I would have forgotten all about this and be back to my normal self.â? Sinclair smiled to himself thinking his plan sounded greatâ?¦ To him he thought it was probably the smartest thing he thought of all day. He made a quick about-face not sure anymore if his father was in his room or not. He couldâ??ve been anywhere and he really wasnâ??t too eager to run into him wherever he may be. As Sinclair walked down the hall he heard voices and one of them sounded like Halloway.

â??Shitâ?¦â? he thought. Quickly he opened a nearby door slipping into the room quietly. He stood his back up against the door. He was sure he was quiet enough no to attract any attention toward the room. The voices were closer now, right in front of the room he was hiding in. His heart felt like it was going to just pop with the way it was beating in his chest. â??Waitâ?¦Why am I being such a coward? This isnâ??t me at all. I was raised differently.â? He thought grabbing the doorknob and twisting it. When the door swung open he scared the woman his father was talking to and she nearly fell, his father catching her. â??What are you doing Sinclair?â? Halloway asked as he looked at Sinclair. â??Playing a game with Kazuyeâ?¦ I thought you were himâ?¦â? he lied. â??I seeâ?¦Well Iâ??m glad you are having fun.â? With that he escorted the frightened woman into his bedroom to do god knows what. He felt slightly better after that chuckling softly to himself as he recalled the look on that womanâ??s face when he pulled the door open.

â??So whatâ??s your name kid?â? Himura asked Kazuye. "I know you don't want me to be addressing you as kid all the time." she added with a soft chuckle.

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[B I T T E R Anodyne]

• Sir Hallowayâ?¦Was it the man that had greeted him in the front door? Sinclairâ??s father? Most likely. But still, why off-limits? Was there some sort of secret or something in there? Nah, things like that only happened in stories, and never really did happen in real life. You know, secret planning, and then they were hunted down for knowing the classified information. Too many movies, too many stories, and a way too active imagination. He nodded, Mr. Huxtableâ?¦He should thank him for driving him here, when he saw the man again. Putting his hands on his nose, he made a soft groaning sound, â??Of course, I like my nose where it is, the place might bite back!â? Kazuye joked, laughing before nodding. Inside him mind however, the gears were turning, thinkingâ?¦Thoseâ?¦doors. But at the mention of Sinclair, Kazuye sobered up, suddenly serious. Soâ?¦It wasnâ??t his fault? Nodding his head, he ran his fingers down his bangs, untangling the already straight locks of hair. â??Ahâ?¦I see.â? Not really, but still, what else could he say? Nodding his head, he reached out and grabbed the tray, holding it up with his hands, not before quickly shoving his music player back into his pocket to allow both use of his hands.
  
  Why had Sinclair broken out like thatâ?¦? Surelyâ?¦But it was mother, someone vital in your life, so no doubt that the fact that she was gone would dreg up painful memories. But still, it confused him, he remembered mother, but not him at all. Somehow, that hurt him inside, but it filled him with confusion. Who had told him about mother, and what did he rememberâ?¦Or what was he told? Kazuye frowned slightly, the thoughts bouncing around his brain, like a bouncy ball enclosed in a small room.
  
  â??Ah! My name? Itâ??s Kazuye.â? He told her, as he made a slight face. â??I got that a lot when I was growing up, kid this, kid thatâ?¦ Just because Iâ??m the youngest.â? He laughed, he could get used to this, being carefree, and not a worry in the world. â??Sayâ?¦What does Mr. Halloway do for a living?â? He inquired, curious about the people who lived in the house. Besides, he seemedâ?¦mysterious. If anyone had a hidden agenda, it would be him. Oh god, there it went with the mystery story againâ?¦
  
  [[ Sorry for short postâ?¦ ^^; ]][/list:u]

 

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â??Itâ??s nice to meet you Kazuyeâ?¦â? she said with a smile. â??Well mister Halloway used to be a model and a dancer surprisingly. I suppose thatâ??s how heâ??s been able to afford such a huge mansion.â? She said running her fingers through her dark bangs. Sometimes he goes away to model, you know take pictures nâ?? stuff. It seems even though heâ??s retired heâ??s still very passionate about it.â? Scratching the back of her head she shook her head slowly. â??I think to afford such a living space he mustâ??ve gotten a huge inheritance of some sort because he seems a tad bit young to be retiredâ?¦â?

â??Uh, excuse meâ?¦â?

Ms. Himura looked toward the door and smiled. â??Oops, am I taking too long?â?

â??Uh, yeah. We canâ??t start supper without youâ?¦â?

Looking back at Kazuye she smiles.

â??I forgot Iâ??m the only one allowed to cook here. Well since you wanna help Kazuye maybe you can help prep the food with a couple of my lovely assistants down in the kitchen.â? Gesturing Kazuye to come along she began leaving the room with the made in the doorway. Halloway had a lot of weird little rules. He was a little skeptical about people in general period, which was, in fact the reason why he didnâ??t have a very large staff of maids.

Down in the kitchen there were two maids already there prepping food. Himura looked around and frowned. â??Whatâ??s all this?â? she asked. â??Dinner partyâ?¦A very important oneâ?¦â? One of the women responded. â??Iâ??m the head maid. How come Iâ??m the only one without knowledge of this event?â? she asked. â??Eh, Master Halloway just informed us of this todayâ?¦â? Himura sighed heavily. Looking back at Kazyue she smiled. â??Well itâ??s a good thing you are here. You can help us get things ready.â? Looking at the watch around her wrist she sighed again. She just hated when he would plan stuff so unexpectedly. â??It looks like we better hurry tooâ?¦He likes to throw his dinner parties at nineâ?¦ That seems like a long time away but he likes to invite a lot of peopleâ?¦â?

[Tiz alright :3]
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• â??A pleasure as well!â? Kazuye smiles, glad to have finally introduced himself properly; it seemed like a wonderful place, another bonus to add to the fact that he was with his brother once more. The head maid seemed nice enough, and so welcoming as well. His eyes flickered towards her again; they were wondering around the way they were going, taking in the new sights. It wasâ?¦so interesting. A model? If he could say so, Mr. Halloway did have the body for a modeling carrier. And it was a well paying job, the teen agreed, having noticed the mammoth size of the house. It wasâ?¦Quiteâ?¦ Amazing on how big it really was, inside and out. â??Ah, I see.â? What else was there really to say? He didnâ??t ogle at model magazines, and it was kinda hard to give a compliment to someone of the same gender in praise, what was he going to say, heâ??s really handsome? He was and that sort of stuffâ?¦ Speaking of which, his brother had changed a lotâ?¦ But have a lot of girls after him nowâ?¦ And why the heck was he thinking about these things?! UGH! He was not thinking this, he was not!
  
  But his train of thought crashed and burned, thankfully, when a timid voice called out, as he turned his head at said door, blinking inquisitively. Supper? They couldnâ??t start supper without her? Raising an eyebrow, he turned towards the maid in question, as she smiled and started to explain.
  
  Canâ??t cookâ?¦Only her? That was a strange rule. But still, â??Of course.â? Nodding, Kazuye, blinking, or at least, thatâ??s what it looked like with one eye visible, and chances of him winking were slim in this situation. It would help to do something; and just mooching of people didnâ??t feel rightâ?¦sometimes.
  
  In the kitchen, he just watched for a moment, two ladies already there and preparing food. Dinner party? For what cause? It couldnâ??t be the fact he just arrived. But there was a slightâ?¦ Thought of it, maybe. Nah. Still, better help out, if this was a momentâ??s notice, all the hands the better! â??So we should get cracking then, right? What am I doing?â? The teen asked, grinning. Waitâ?¦ â??Do I need to wear a hair net or something?â?
  
  The cafeteria ladies did back at his old school; for hygienic reasons. And in this hairstyle, he couldnâ??t possibly put on that capâ?¦thing. That would mean letting is hair down from the tie and clipâ?¦Oh god.[/list:u]

 

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Yes it was quite a strange rule, Halloway didnâ??t believe in being too cautious of the people around him. It took a while to earn his complete trust. â??Oh what bad mannersâ?¦â? Himura murmurs to herself softly. â??Everyone this is Kazuye-san, he will be staying with us now.â? The women turned a bowed respectfully. Stepping forward, the first maid smiled. â??Hi, Iâ??m Angelina. Itâ??s a pleasure to meet you Kazuye.â? Angelina was nineteen, the youngest of the four maids. Her long auburn hair was pulled back, twisted up into a neat bun showing off her bright emerald eyes, and soft features. Her specialty was dusting and cleaning the bedrooms. â??Iâ??m Asiaâ?¦â? with a smile the busty blonde winked at Kazuye. She was twenty-five, the eldest out of the group. Asia only watered the plants in the mansion, and sometimes tended to the garden out front, but her main job was tending to Halloway. Heâ??d taken an extreme liking to the womanâ??s exotic looks. She wore a slightly smaller maidâ??s outfit than the other womanâ??Halloway liked a little eye-candy every now and then. She was 5â??10 a little on the tall side towering over the other women. Her bust was pushed up by a special bra, enhancing the size of her already large breasts that seemed like they were going to pop out of her low cut dress. The rest of the garment hugged her rather curvaceous body leaving nothing to the imagination. Her dress stopped high on her thighs showing off silken legs and beautifully tanned skinâ??a rather inappropriate outfit compared to everyone elseâ??s.. â??Hmmm, you look a lot like Master Sinclairâ?¦â? she commented licking her lips. â??And, um, Iâ??m Lenne.. Ms. Himuraâ??s assistant.â? The soft spoken woman from earlier spoke, adjusting the glasses on her face. Brushing back her dark bangs se sighed softly. â??No what to do with your hair?â? she questioned even softer.

â??Letâ??s put it in ponytailsâ?¦â?

Asia quickly suggested with a huge smile. â??Ooh, that would be so cute.â? She continued, walking up to the young male running her fingers through his large bang. â??Not only would it be cute, your hair wouldnâ??t be in the way anymore and weâ??d be able to see your pretty eyes.â?

â??Or, he could just let it down; pull it back into a ponytail, while you all continue on preparing for tonightâ??s festivities.â?
â??Master Sinclairâ?¦â? Lenne said quietly in a somewhat surprised manner. She was a soft spoken woman by natureâ?¦ It was a habit she couldnâ??t really help.
â??In the fleshâ?¦ Now since problem is solved you can all get back to work. Standing here babbling on about Kazuyeâ??s hair isnâ??t gonna get the food cooked.â? After heâ??d said that he grabbed Kazuyeâ??s wrist and looked down at him. â??Come with meâ?¦Kazuyeâ?¦â? he said tugging on Kazuyeâ??s wrist pulling him into the hallway. Once in the hall he pulled a hair band off his wrist, he had about five in total on that wrist. It was a habit he picked up when he used to wear his hair long. â??I showed up just in timeâ?¦Asia was gonna turn you into a girlâ?¦ She has a thing for oriental boys dressing up like girlsâ?¦â? he murmured thinking about the time she tried to get him to dress like a chick. â??So you think your hair is long enough to pull back into one ponytail?â? Sinclair asked examining the otherâ??s hair trying to figure out just how it went.


[I really just had to draw her... XD]​

 

[B I T T E R Anodyne]

• There were more maids than butlers here. Weird sudden fact, but it was true; he had seenâ?¦one butler, and four maids. Very pretty maids; and Kazuye wasnâ??t too surprised; who could when the owner was a model with lots of money? He bowed his head slightly when Ms. Himura introduced him, his head tilting to the side slightly after he had done so. Angelina had been the first one to introduce herself, as the blond Oriental teen gave her a lopsided smile, but his eyes flickered towards the next, and he blinked twice. Asia, as the female introduced herself as, winked at him. He wasnâ??t blushing per say, but the ends of his ears turned slightly pink, and he looked away, dipping his head quickly, almost like an awkward bob. She was pretty. Whatâ??s wrong with him, he was seventeen for godâ??s sake, he wasnâ??t a prepubescent boy, blushing when someone gave him a overly-friendly gesture. But still, that dress was quiteâ?¦provocative. And he didnâ??t exactly want to ask why, smaller uniform that reveled a bit too much, with her chest seeming too much from the dressâ?¦ His attention was diverted when she made the comment on him looking a lot like Sinclairâ?¦But was the licking of lips really necessary? Kazuye, not trusting his voice, just mutely nodded, as the next maid introduced herself. She, on the other hand, was quite soft, silent, like the classical bookworm, her assistant, huh? That was interesting, and than it was back to the conversation with his hair. Brushing it slightly to the side, the dyed locks fell back in place a second later. â??A pleasure to meet everyone; please take good care of me.â? He replied, a habit from when he was growing up, a reflex to almost any introduction.
  
  He would have much preferred to have left it just like that at the moment.
  
  But it wouldnâ??t be pleasant for a guest to find a hair in their food, right? However, when someone burst through with an idea, the male didnâ??t know weather to be amazed or horrified. Ponytails? As inâ?¦With a â??sâ??? It was the exotic-looking lady, Asia, who suggested it, and the big smile on her faceâ?¦ Well, Kazuye didnâ??t feel to comfortable with that look in her eyes. Out of shear politeness that he didnâ??t take a step back, as she approached him, getting used to the site of her in thatâ?¦uniform that seemed to be more proper in a bedroom than for work. He leaned back slightly as her hand reached towards his face, running the thin digits through the hair that fell in front on his face. Cute? Blinking, Kazuye wasnâ??t sure what to say anymore. Cute? A voice, as he turned around, eyes still wide, his mouth slightly parted in shock, his dark optics caught glimpse ofâ?¦ Brother.
  
  Fingers curled around his wrist, as they pulled, the lanky teen nearly tripping over his own legs as the older male tugged him along, his feet refusing to move, but managed to reposition themselves in time to prevent Kazuye landing flat on his face. Stumbling after Sinclair into the hallway, the male shook his head, clearing the train of thought, throwing the train off itâ??s track. But still, it seemed fate wasnâ??t done playing tricks on him, as Sinclair reveled an interesting tidbit of informationâ?¦Aisa likedâ?¦dressing up oriental boysâ?¦like girls? â??Howâ?¦Interesting?â? He wasnâ??t sure what to say to that, but he wasnâ??t surprised, she had mentioned, after all, how â??cuteâ?? he would look with his hair in ponytails. But still, the time he spent working on his hair, his friends had called him a girl once or twice in the past.
  
  He couldnâ??t help but laugh, with the look that his brother regarded him, as if trying to figure out his hair, which was most likely what he was doing. His friends, guys at least, had watched him put up his hair before, and had just blinked at the end, only a comment or two on how much hairspray he had used to keep it up. He saved in that department by using some clips, but still, it was a lot of hair gel and spray he used. His hands reaching up, he pulled out, one, two, threeâ?¦four clips, before tucking them into his pocket, the whole hairstyle seemingly having â??wiltedâ??. â??I think one will be enough.â? Was his reply, as his fingers pushed the large clump apart, smoothing it out with his fingers. He plucked the hair band out of the otherâ??s fingers, putting it between his lips to hold it, as his hands pulled the hair towards the back, curled digits a make-shift brush, as the left side of his face was reveled, the bangs brushed to the side. Wincing as his hands encountered a knot, Kazuye smoothed the tangle out, bunching the blond hair to his back of his head, the tail flaring out. One large wisp had escaped the tie, and fell in front of his face as the teen turned towards Sinclair, blinking. â??Hm?â? He inquired, the vast amount of hairspray making some of his hair still stand up, or fight against the binds, dark optics blinking at the older male. "Feels kinda weird. Maybe two ponytails would have better."
  
  || She's pretty! Lovely drawing~ And it was hard to look for how to do visual kei hairstyle. Apparently, they splurge on hair gel; I though it was all clips. =x ||[/list:u]

 

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â??Indeedâ?¦.â? Sinclair replied to Kazuyeâ??s comment.

It intrigued the elder male that one would put so much effort into a hairstyle. He wondered just how long Kazuye spent in the morning fixing his hair up. However, Sinclair had no room to talk really. His hair used to be long, down to his back to be precise. He would spend hours in the bathroom brushing and combing, moisturizing and spraying to make sure it held a great shine and had a lot of volumeâ??he hated the way flat hair looked. He wore it wavy, curly, in ponytails, a bun or just out. He cut it though tired of the steps he had to go through to make sure it was beautiful all the time. Keeping it short was a lot easier for Sinclair to maintain now, and even though he missed his long hair, he didnâ??t think heâ??d be growing it to that length or any longer than what it was any time soon. Sinclair watched as Kazuye carefully pulled his hair back chuckling softly when some hair dropped down, falling out of the ponytail. Pulling another hair band off his wrist he smiled. â??Two should do the trickâ?¦â? Sinclair said positioning himself behind Kazuye. â??Allow meâ?¦â? not giving Kazuye a chance to protest against his actions, he proceeded to take out the hair band in the younger maleâ??s hair. He combed his fingers through Kazuyeâ??s hair, using his fingers to part his hair down the middle as neat as he could. With one hair band in his mouth he pulled back the first section of hair, combing his fingers through the strands to make sure it was nice and neat. As he wrapped the band around Kazuyeâ??s first ponytail he was careful not to tie it tight, or pull too much, knowing all to well how it felt to have your hair pulled on tightly by someone else. Folding the hair under instead of letting it flare out it looked like a bun of sorts. Sinclair did the same to the other section of hair, remaining careful of how he handled the younger maleâ??s hair.


â??Thereâ?¦â? he said with a smile of victory as he had conquered the rather spiky hair. There were a few strands of protruding hair, but not enough to make him do it over. If he had a brush and a comb he could have made them neater. â??I didnâ??t do them too tight did I?â? he questioned placing a hand on Kazuyeâ??s shoulder as he walked around him. While gazing down at the younger male he couldnâ??t help but smile. â??I have to agree with Asia on thisâ?¦ You do look a lot cuter with all that hair out of your faceâ?¦â?

â??Ah, I knew I was rightâ?¦â?

Arms wrapping around him tightly made him tense up as huge breasts pressed into his back. â??I was thinking maybe five ponytails though in a cute little designâ?¦but thisâ??ll do.â? She said hugging on Sinclair nuzzling his neck as she gazed down at Kazuye. â??Nnngâ?¦youâ??re getting my shirt wet Asiaâ?¦â? Sinclair complained grunting softly as he looked back at the woman. â??Eh? Sorry I just rinsed them off, I was gonna dry them but overheard your comment and just had to see.â? She replied with a soft chuckle.

â??You helping too?â? she asked nuzzling Sinclair more. He blushed lightly still not very accustomed to her being so touchy-feely with him. Well it wasnâ??t that he wasnâ??t used to it, it was just she always caught him off guard. Sinclair was never sure what to do when she leapt out of nowhere attacking him with random displays of her affection. â??Uh, sureâ?¦â? he replied with a soft sigh. â??Greatâ?¦â? Asia replied as she released her hold on him. Grabbing Sinclairâ??s hand, she grabbed Kazuyeâ??s as well leading them both into the kitchen with her. â??Hm, you guys can help Lenne with prepping the veggies while I help Ms. Himura and Angelina with prepping the meat.â? Asia said glancing down at Kazuye then at Sinclair. She then released their hands heading over to the sink to wash them again.

After washing her hands she quickly dried them on a clean hand towel before accompanying the Himura and Angelina. Sinclair sighed. He simply came to get an apple and maybe some juice of some sort and somehow got sucked up into helping. Walking over to the sink he washed his hands shaking the excess water off instead of drying them before walking over to Lenne, who wasn't far from the sink considering she had to rinse some of the vegetables before and after she cut them. â??Sooo, what should I do?â? he asked looking down at the large amount of veggies. â??Umâ?¦well you can cut these onions and tomatoes up and put them into these separate bowlsâ?¦â? she replied softly avoiding eye contact with Sinclair. â??Itâ??s a lot so, Kazuye can help youâ?¦â? she added. Sinclair just nodded before he retrieved two sharp knives from the knife rack. Sinclair began to peel an onion deciding he wanted to start cutting them firstâ?¦


Thnx. :3 And lol yeah, they use lots of hair gel and hairspray... That's the only way they could keep those crazy hairstyles so neat and spiky while doing a concert.​

 

[B I T T E R Anodyne]

• Of anything, Kazuye wasnâ??t expecting for Sinclair to actually make a comment about his hair, most of the guys he knew would just blink and nod. But still, you could look almost anywhere on the net now, there were enough guys to rival girls in style and fashion. Still, of anyone, he wouldnâ??t have expected his brother to care how he wore his hair. If he asked, he got that slight feeling that the thought of â??fagâ?? running through the personâ??s mind. They might have, might not, but he got that prickle every time in inquired about his hair to someone that wasnâ??t his close friend; they were used to his questions, though they were infrequent. But still, if you were going to wear your hair, might as well make it look nice, no? He had tried a few styles out before, spending hours in front of the mirror, his hands in his hair. It wasnâ??t to say that he had his fair share if mishaps before; in the beginning, he had held burned his hair with the hair straightener . Needless to say, that wasnâ??t fun at all, and the smell. Ughâ?¦
  
  â??Eh?â? He was surprised, as the older male was suddenly behind him, his words bring confusion. That wasnâ??t exactly supposed to have been answered, just thinking aloud, but the teen didnâ??t move, the hair band slowly being removed from his hair. He was gentle, unlike some people who would rip the tie right out; taking strands of hair with it. Why did he carry so many hair ties around anyways? Did he used to wear his hair long? So many questions buzzed on his lips, but he kept silent, the fingers that ran through his hair were soothing. His muscles relaxed, as his eyes closed, it felt soâ?¦nice. Sinclair knowing how to do thisâ?¦? A surprise, but it was a pleasant surprise at least. If he was a cat, he might have started to purr, butâ?¦That would have been embarrassing to admit that it had felt pleasant. He even made sure not to tie the ponytail too tight, a bad habit that even some of the girls did when they did his hair on a whim. Carefulâ?¦This was how he remembered his brother when they were little; the one who pulled him to his feet when he fell, scraping his legs on the cement, soothing him through his tears. Not the person who had snapped at him when they meet. Maybe, maybe somewhere, he still remembered.
  
  The sudden declaration made him snap out of his thoughts, Kazuyeâ??s head turning around to look at Sinclair, blinking. Wow, he was good at this. But it was slightly strange to see things out of two eyes, instead of one. â??Nope. Not at all. Thanks!â? He gave him a smile, his head following his movements, the small grin growing larger as he spotted the on the otherâ??s face. But his next words made him blink in shock. â??Cute?â? He echoed, raising an eyebrow, but was interrupted by a familiar voice. â??â?¦Asia?â? He inquired, but the way his brother tensed up, the female might have been pushing against his back, or at least a part of her. â??Iâ??m not cute.â? Well, weird interjection, but still, had to get it out. Kazuye did not think he was cute. But still, he was sure it went unnoticed, Asia beingâ?¦Ah, overly friendly. He could be frank, she did seem like the type that was touchy feely, but stillâ?¦The way she dressed. His ears were slight pink, blinking sharply. Were theyâ?¦lovers? Or something? Somehow, a faint pang of jealousy shot through his chest, as Kazuye watched them. Where did that come from? The nuzzling didnâ??t help either, but his head tilted to the side, as Sinclair more or less agreed to help out. He didnâ??t seem like the type to do such a thing. But he was dragged back into the kitchen.
  
  Vegetables? Kazuye washed his hands, taking a moment to look around, drying his hands on a hand towel, having spotted where Asia had grabbed herâ??s. Lenneâ?¦Was the quiet girl? Ms. Himuraâ??s assistant? Ya, that was her, the timid, soft-spoken one. He watched as Sinclair got two knifes, the blades winking in the kitchen light, as he accepted his own. As Sinclair seemed to have started to peel onions, he grabbed a tomato, before cutting it up, dicing them. He was watching his brother out of the corner of his eyes, distracted, that on his fourth tomato, he hissed, dropping the knife on the cutting board. â??Ow!â? Ouch. He had sliced open his palm. Quickly stepping away from the food to not contaminate them, Kazuyeâ??s face half winced. Careless, careless. He was usually much better with the knife, having helped his mother prepare dinner before. â??Lenne, do you have a tissue I could use?â? But what was most embarrassing, was that he had been watching Sinclair when he had hurt himself, stupid, stupid, stupid! A faint blush on his face, a small sign of his shame.
  
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Lovers? That was a quite absurd assumption. A relationship between the two of them could never existâ?¦ Unless it was a sexual one but he hand no intention in that. For one she fooled around with his father and no matter how much she adored Sinclair he would never take sloppy seconds.

By his fourth onion his eyes began to itch and burn. He blinked furiously trying to fight back the onionâ??s fumes but nothing worked so he tried rubbing them with the backs of his hands. Sinclair only worsened the problem by doing that and ended up having to leave the counter. He hadnâ??t time to notice Kazuyeâ??s little incidentâ??too focused on getting to the sink. Felling the sink over for soap her sighed heavily.

â??Sinclairâ?¦â?

Asia rushed to assist the teen grabbing the soap for him. She grabbed his hand squeezing a small portion into his hand. â??You know I can do this myself.â? He murmured as he began to wash his hands. After he did that he began to rinse his eyes. â??Let me get you a towel.â? Asia said quickly. Handing the towel to him she smiled. Sinclair wiped his face and sighed heavily. â??No more friggan onions for meâ?¦â? he said grunting softly, the tingling of the onion still lingering on in his eyes.

At the sight of blood Lenne dropped her knife. Her lips quivered softly as she was unsure of how to address the problem. She had a slight phobia of blood and well couldnâ??t be near it. Even though she really wanted to help Kazuye she began to take small steps back. â??I-Iâ?¦â? she murmured softly. Combing his hair through with his slightly damp fingers he came up behind Lenne placing a hand on her trembling shoulders. â??Whatâ??s the problem?â? he asked looking down at the woman.

The faint smell of blood reached the teenâ??s nose. Looking at Kazuye he could see heâ??d cut himself. â??Howâ??d that happen?â? he asked the younger teen. â??Get a clean rag Lenneâ?¦â? he told the woman as he approached Kazuye. â??That looks deepâ?¦ You werenâ??t paying much attention were you?â? he questioned taking the maleâ??s bleeding hand into his examining it slowly.

As quickly as Lenne left, was as quickly as she had returned. She handed the male the clean rag. Sinclair began to wrap the cloth around the teen's hand squeezing softly. "Come with me, we should clean the cut before it gets infected..." he told Kazuye as he began to pull him along. "I guess we know not to have to help in the kitchen anymore." Sinclair said jokingly smiling down at the other.

There wasn't a bathroom to far from the kitchen and that's where Sinclair took Kazuye. "Stand right there I'll find some bandages and stuff to clean the cut with... In the meantime why don't you clean it in some water and soap..." he said as he began to search the bathroom.​

 

[B I T T E R Anodyne]

• He usually wasnâ??t this clumsy in the kitchen, no way. Than again, Kazuye didnâ??t have something that distracted him so much that his blade hand slipped enough to draw blood. Taking in a deep breath, he scolded himself in the back of his mind, Sinclair would have noticed his strange distraction, and already he said he didnâ??t want a brotherâ?¦ What did he want again? Would he find it strangeâ?¦? Most likely; majority of the people didnâ??t find it right, and downright creepy. The blond wasnâ??t too sure if he had made a good impressionâ?¦ But it didnâ??t hurt to keep on Sinclairâ??s good side.
  
  He hadnâ??t been expecting for Lenne to have backed off at the sight of blood, blinking in a confused manner as a clatter sounded over the kitchen commotion, the knife hitting the floor as it fell from a lax grip. Whatâ??s wrong? The girl backed away slowly, as if Kazuye had suddenly contracted some terrible disease, but as his eyes flickered down to the welling up of crimson from the wound. He would have taken a step forward towards her, but when someone was backing away from you, unless you wanted to terrify them, you wouldnâ??t follow. Quickly closing his hand in an attempt to hide the wound, it didnâ??t help that the scarlet liquid got all over the place, over his hands as well.
  
  Wincing slightly, Kazuye looked somewhat like a child who had caught his hand caught in a cookie jar; guilty. Swallowing, he opened his mouth to answer, but what would he say if he knew the truth? Probably creeped out beyond words that he had been thinking about his so much that he got distracted. But still, as he ordered Lenne to fetch a rag, and taking his wound hand in his own to examine it closely. Shrugging, the teen just bobbed his head slightly, swallowing. Deep? It didnâ??t hurt too much, just felt like a light scrape. But with that amount of blood, he wasnâ??t too surprised.
  
  
  Hissing in slight pain as Sinclair started to wrap the wound up, the cloth brushing against the open flesh, making his tremble slightly. Biting his lip, eyes downcast, as Kazuye nodded; his arm once again a leash being used to drag him in the right direction. Looking up, he smiled at the older male, ears a slight pink. â??Sorry, distracted.â? He mumbled under his breath, the only excuse he was able to give at the moment. But the smile did lighten his mood slightly, a cheerful grin on his own face.
  
  The bathroom, quite convenient, being located close to the kitchen as it was, Kazuye mused as looked around the area, slightly distracted, but his attention was pulled back once Sinclair addressed him again. Stand right here? That worked, though the blood was already seeping through the rag that the other had so kindly bandaged up for him. Quickly stepping towards the sink, he unwrapped his wound before sticking his arm right under the fountain of water. A sharp yelp, thought the water was cold, it still hurt so much! The water quickly ran red, as the teen wriggled his fingers, the cold water making them feel numb. Oh well, at least it didnâ??t hurt anymoreâ?¦
  
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Well, the bathroom was quite convenient. Well thatâ??s the way it seemed anyway. But no thatâ??s no the way it was. The master of the house was also a clean freak and as a reminder to his household staff that dealt with food he wanted a bathroom close so they would always remember to wash their hands before they dealt with his food. â??Distracted?â? he sighed. â??By what?â? he finally asked as he ended his search, standing before a shelf on the other side of the bathroom grabbing a case with a large red cross on it. Obviously it was first aid. Sinclair opened the box and took out the needed necessities.

He approached the younger male by the sink, watching for a few as he washed the cut. He turned the water off then reached for a hand towel. Taking Kazuyeâ??s hand into his, he began to dry his hand. Careful he was not to inflict any pain on the other. He dried his hand slowly, making sure the towel absorbed all the water that was on Kazuyeâ??s hand. After the otherâ??s hand was dry, Sinclair began wrapping the bandages around it. Blood had begun to resurface, soaking some of the bandage as Sinclair applied it. He sighed as he finished wrapping the bandage, pinning it together with two small silver clip like things. â??You really did a number on yourself Kazuyeâ?¦â?

He smiled as he took Kazuyeâ??s injured hand into both his hands. â??Letâ??s go do something that doesnâ??t require any manual labor.â? Sinclair suggested with a nod. After all, that was the only reason Kazuye was there in the first placeâ?¦ to service him. He was quite the lazy person and if the opportunity arose, would dip out of any type of work if he could. He didnâ??t like doing anything that didnâ??t particularly benefit him. He was more of a laid back, â??Iâ??ll make others do what I donâ??t feel like doing,â?? kind of person. Again, he used the otherâ??s arm like a leash pulling him along out of the bathroom.

They slipped passed the kitchen with no problem. It seemed to easy though and Sinclair had to look back periodically to see if they were really in the clear. Always, when the maids knew he was dipping out on them, they would pop out of nowhere to make him come back and help. Today it seemed fortune had shined down upon him as none of them caught onto his plan.

Sinclair lead Kazuye upstairs and down the hall. To his room they went and once inside, Sinclair shut and locked his door making sure no one could enter his room without his permission. Finally he released Kazuyeâ??s hand all together as he headed over to his bed. Sitting down, he crossed one leg over the other looking up at the younger male. â??So what kinds of things did you do for fun before you came here?â? he asked running his fingers through his silken hair​

 

[B I T T E R Anodyne]

• "Distracted? By what?" Swallowing, Kazuye had been hoping that Sinclair wouldn't ask that dreaded question. What was he supposed to say? Oh, sorry, I was distracted since I was staring at you? No way! A prickling feeling of embarrassment, as the teen carefully looked at the floor, suddenly finding the white tiles that lined the area fascinating. But still, the older male would be expecting an answer soon, silence would give him something to find suspicious about...Though a blatant lie was even worse! "Uh...It's nothing...stupid really...." His words were quick, spilling off his tongue faster than he could control them. Wincing slightly, he looked back up to see the other finally retrieve the first aid kit.
  
  His hands still rubbing tenderly around the wound as to not agitate it, his fingers stopped the motion when the stream of water was cut off. Titling his head slightly to the side; what was he doing? But it was apparent, as his injured hand was carefully dried off. Eyes softened as Kazuye looked upon the other male, the gentleness making his heart ache. Why didn't he remember...? Brother...
  
  His fingers twitched sightly, a short reflect when his hands were immobile for a while, but the younger male watched in silence as his hand was dried and than bandaged with pristine white cloth, though it did not stay that way for long. Drops of crimson welled up from underneath the bandages, staining it a bright scarlet, though it thankfully only dotted some areas. The sigh was not lost on Kazye, who felt a twinge of guilt. Nodding, it suddenly felt like he was a child again, being scolded on getting hurt for not paying attention. "I will." He smiled at Sinclair; he might not remember, but at least he still cared...
  
  Though, Kazuye just mirrored the smile that the other person ave him, hands closing on his injured one, as he suggested something to cure the boredom without physical work. Nodding slightly, though he had no clue what the other male was planning, he was once again lead away, his arm the string to pull him along once more. But what would they do? Talk again? Play a game? Weren't they too old for that now? Laughing quietly to himself, he softened his footsteps as he passed by the kitchen, if they got caught, not doubt that Sinclair wouldn't be pleased. Though, no one came out to get them to come back, not a head peaked out from inside the pantry. Guess they were busy...Though, hopefully it wasn't too much work, it would suck if they had too stress themselves out since Sinclair and Kazuye weren't there.
  
  Up some stairs and down a hall, though their destination seemed to be his room. Taking a few steps away from the door, he watched it close and shut with a click. Locked? Raising an eyebrow...Why would he lock the door? Kazuye hardly did back in his old home, and it was only when he really didn't want to be bothered; his parents would knock before entering, least they find their nearly grown son in an awkward scene. Pulling his arm back to his side, Kazuye stood near by the door, as the other sauntered towards his own bed, as he plopped down, now regarding him. "Hn..." More questions? But it didn't matter, he was glad he could spend time with his brother though, "Well...I usually listen to music...play games...You know, the usual stuff. What about you?" It was the common question ending, extending the invitation to learn more about the questioner.
  
  Kazuye wandered deeper into the room, his bandaged hand held carefully to his side, though it didn't seem like it bothered him much now. His eyes were still on Sinclair's, but they darted away to look around the room, the younger one of the two licking his lips slightly. Hmn...Should have asked for a glass of water before they left...
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â??Me?â? Sinclair had to think on the question. What did he do for fun? Well there was bossing people around, music, playing some games [mainly strategic], reading, writing, drawing, looking over his balcony, shopping, and last but not least sex. Really that was the best. Sinclair enjoys it not for the pleasure but for the complete and utter control he had over another personâ??s body. He was a bossy and possessive person, really it wasnâ??t surprising. â??Letâ??s seeâ?¦ I enjoy a lot of sex, reading, writingâ?¦Hmm,.shopping and games.â? He finally answered as he kicked his shoes off at the edge of his bed. Speaking of sex that was the main reason why Kazuye was there in the first place. It was weird how the simple word â??brotherâ?? threw off his train off thought for so long.

Finally he stood from his bed and approached Kazuye. He was pretty much fed up with controlling women. That was too easy of a game for him now and he craved something knew. When he expressed to his father what he desired he never thought he would give him a boy. A girl perhaps, but not a boy. Well whatever his fatherâ??s reason was he was pretty satisfied with the results and didnâ??t care anymore. Kazuye was certainly interesting and he would enjoy bending him to his will.

Their bodies were close now; Sinclairâ??s face merely centimeters away from the otherâ??s. He could feel the heat radiating from Kazuyeâ??s small frame and it sent shivers through him. He wrapped his arm around the younger maleâ??s waist pulling him closer their bodies touching now. He wasnâ??t shy about his curiosity at all. Heâ??d always wondered what another male would taste like and now his father had granted him that ability. Without a word of warning Sinclair pressed a kiss to Kazuyeâ??s lips. They were as silky smooth as his. He ran the tip of his tongue along the center of Kazuyeâ??s in an attempt to get his approval to enter.

His free hand did not stay idle as he kissed the younger male. He drove that semi cold hand down into the otherâ??s pants. His fingers slipped passed his boxers and he began to caress his length through the fabric. It was hot down thereâ?¦.just like it was down his. Well of course duhâ?¦they were both boys. He abandoned Kazuyeâ??s mouth suddenly attacking his small neck. For some reason it looked far more appealing to him than any other females. Maybe it was because he assumed that Kazuye had never done anything like this in the past. Maybe it was because the fact that no one else has touched him poked at the back of his mind. Virgins of any kind tugged at his inner beast. He just enjoyed tainting the pure and making the weak even weaker. There was something strangely arousing about it. He couldnâ??t explain why or how these feelings inside him came to be but quite frankly, he didnâ??t care. He enjoyed it so much.

He gently nipped and sucked at Kazuyeâ??s soft flesh as his hand continued to fondle him down below. It felt a little weird to be groping another male like he was but instead of turning him off it was turning him on. This was something new, far more exciting than a virgin woman. With the same sex their really wasnâ??t much of a mess and wouldnâ??t have to worry about the crying afterward. Or would he? Kazuye could be emotional just like a woman. That would kind of suck. Sinclair honestly didnâ??t know or think that he would be able to exist in the same room with Kazuye if he was to ever cry over something as trivial as sex. Heâ??d probably either laugh until he couldnâ??t anymore or seriously dislike him. Boys didnâ??t cry and even though heâ??d done so earlier [which heâ??d despised himself forâ??and still does] he would never let it slip again. Through the soft fabric of Kazuyeâ??s boxers, Sinclair traced his index finger around the tip of the otherâ??s length. Curiously he began to squeeze it softly.

Sinclair was completely erect now. All the groping and sucking really got him hot. Kazuye wouldnâ??t be able to tell because they were too close together, and the arm that was between them was blocking his cock from pressing up against him.