“Ready for your bath, Takemitchy?!” Pah-chin hoists him up so Takemichi sits on his shoulder, his legs dangling on either side of his head. Almost releases a whine when he sees Takemitchy happily cradled by Pah-chin’s massive arms- pillowly, that must be the reason, not because Takemitchy likes Pah-chin better. Reluctantly, Chifuyu lets Pah-chin take his young master from his hold. Hand Takemitchy over,” Mitsuya smiles, so sweetly that it feels almost malice. Pah and Peh are in charge of bathing Takemitchy while Mitsuya helps dress him since he has the best fashion sense in the guild. That voice has Chifuyu whirl around, arms tight around the boy for a secure grip, and he clashes gazes with Mitsuya, Pah-chin and Peh. “You finish that sentence, and I’ll throw you out of the window.” “You can make me happy if you promise to marry-” His smile turns goofy at the corner of his lips, and Chifuyu can’t stop this bubbling feeling in his chest. Only happy Fuyu! Fuyu must be happy! I’m going to make Fuyu happy.” Takemichi cups Chifuyu’s face in his small palms, determined. “Then what happens if I break my promise?” Takemichi tips his head to the side in confusion. Then he masks his annoyance with a broad smile, reserved for cats and his young master only. Fucking dumbass, Chifuyu curses quietly, spouting horrible shit to children. In Takemitchy’s dictionary, ‘Kaz-kun’ is Kazutora. His eyes dart around to add dramatic effect to his acting, “Oh, no, Takemitchy! Where are you?! Oh, no! Help!! Takemitchy is missing!! HELP!!!” With a grin, Chifuyu yanks the blanket and gasps, feigning surprise when he doesn’t find his young master in bed. The giggles grow louder as Chifuyu reaches the bed.
Chifuyu decides to play along, coughs once to change his tone, and says loudly, “Takemitchy, it’s time to wake up,” before he crosses the room in a few strides. There’s a lump of blanket on the king-sized bed, but his sharp ears catch giggles. He pokes his head inside, green eyes roaming around. “Takemitchy, I’m coming in,” Chifuyu announces, pushing the heavy door open. He balls his fist, raises it up, then knocks twice.įaint giggles. His young master’s bedroom is the easiest one to find, the one with a large, nicely carved door and gets the most sunlight, hence the brightest light slipping under the door. Doesn’t find in him to go against the decision, either, too content with mundane tasks and harmless pleasantries he shares with the subject of their mission. No, Chifuyu hasn’t grasped the reason behind his Colonel’s decision to accept this mission. It’s such a waste of space since only three permanent residents live in this mansion-no, scratch that, a resident only since the other two were sent away on a business trip, which is why his mercenary guild, Toman, was hired in the first place. (had no time to get attached to things when he constantly had his life in danger) Living room, study room, music room any type of rooms that people from old money can think of, something Chifuyu can’t relate to, not when his entire life could be boxed and moved in a matter of hours. The foyer is split into two galleries that lead to rooms on the east and west wings. Lit by a luxurious chandelier above, the relatively art pieces decorated the foyer seem to be sparkling in gold. It’s a two-storey mansion, connected by a spiral staircase in the middle. The mansion is something Chifuyu has only seen in crappy television and books. With a huff of determined breath, he leaves his room. It might or might not have something to do with the fact that his young master said, “Fuyu’s so cool!” complete with the stars in his blue eyes when he saw him in a suit-Ĭhifuyu checks his watch. The 3-piece suit isn’t an obligation since he’s actually a mercenary instead of a butler, but he’d rather dress appropriately for his young master. Chifuyu slips his dog tags into the collar, buttons it, ties a bow, and then faces the soft morning sunlight through the window. A chorus of birdsong drifts into the mansion.
The sun shines across the hills on the estate.