butler for a day [hiroki]

[ALWYN THRONE]

[bg=AB916F][atrb=style,border-radius: 14px 14px 14px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 14px 14px 14px 0px; border: 5px solid #B59074;][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/iz58xe.jpg][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true] Still alive but i'm barely breathin just prayed to a God that i don't believe in birds chirped merrily outside the window as an alarm clock’s shrill ring filled the air. an annoyed sigh echoed through the almost barren room as a pale hand quickly shut the thing off. the figure lying on the bed slowly sat up and stretched while the birds suddenly took to the sky. a content smile spread across the pale face as amethyst eyes focused on the glowing numbers on the black face of the clock. ‘six o’clock’ a dark chuckle escaped the figure as his eyes drifted to the calendar next to the clock, and the chuckle was replaced by a happy smile. it was the day that the male had been waiting for since he meet one hiroki itoshiki. the younger male was a joy to hang around, or at least alwyn found his company pleasant. the illusionist couldn’t be sure how everyone else felt about the younger red head, but he would never know with that infuriating mask the other refused to take off. ironic—that’s what it was; however, that didn’t change the illusionist’s feelings about the mask. he would break apart with his bare hands if he had too, and he was planning to make sure the princess knew this. the purplette wasted no time gazing out his window like he did most mornings. he was up and about in no time, and the assassin was on his way to meet the red head in less than an hour. it was bright and early, but there was a crispness to the air. it was nearing the beginning of spring, and the air had slowly started to become heavier. the crisp, light feeling of winter was disappearing, and the illusionist already missed it. summer was stifling after all, and winter was one of the few times of the year that he could really relax. a slight scowl spread across the purplette’s face as he worked his way through the streets. not many people moved around at this time, and the illusionist was left to his thoughts. it had been a mere coincidence that alwyn had meet the young itoshiki. he had needed a quiet place to decipher an ancient text and had stumbled upon the red head; contrary to belief, alwyn had been quite happy with the distraction. the book was stuffy and boring, and the language used was dated. the purplette had been struggling to make heads or tails of it as he worked. the paragraphs and pages of work that he had already completed would have left him crippled if not for his companion’s constant motivation. the words had soon just turned into a constant drone of high pitched sound, and the illusionist had been forced to find a quiet corner to complete his assignment in. the plan had gone downhill the moment he appeared in the room. the red head was far too cute to ignore—no matter how much the other protested it. their meeting had left the demonic teen laughing for days, and his classmates had thought him possessed. it had taken all his willpower not to drop to the floor laughing then. the illusionist just smiled and tried to paint the picture of the completely sane teenager; he wasn’t quite certain that it had worked. they had stopped dropping by suddenly though, so that proved it worked to a certain degree. his few visitors happened to look quite terrified of him when he opened the door; he had more that one of them run away screaming in the last few days when he opened the door. a soft sigh escaped the teen as he leaned against a metal fence. their was a stillness to the early morning that the rest of the day lacked, and the guardian couldn’t help but slow down and appreciate it. there weren’t many days that alwyn had found the time to enjoy the silence. his schedule was packed with training, protecting kenjiro, school, protecting kenjiro, training, and protecting kenjiro. it had been almost impossible to find time for eating and sleeping in the last few weeks, but alwyn didn’t mind. the illusionist felt no different from how he normally did, but he had been extra cautious and went to bed a few hours early last night. the purplette hadn’t wanted to appear tired at his “date” with hiroki. dark chuckles escaped the teen as he leaned his head against the metal fence. the meeting with hiroki hadn’t ended as alwyn had expected. the unwanted arrival of his boss along with other mafia family members had interrupted his alone time with the younger and smaller teen, but the illusionist had managed to keep the red head in place up until the boy left. it had been quite the accomplishment, and he had even stolen the boy’s first kiss. the red head’s blush still made the purplette’s heart beat faster. the red head really was just too cute—especially when he tried to deny the obvious truth. soft footsteps reached the teen’s ears, and he turned amethyst hues on the approaching figure. the petite, almost feminine frame and bright red hair immediately classified his new companion as his “date,” and alwyn could feel a smirk settling on his face. the illusionist pushed himself off the fence and took a few steps closer to the approaching boy. good morning, hime-sama. how was your week without lil ole me? boring? entertaining? dreadful? exceptional? would you like a “hello” kiss? the amethyst eyes were dancing in obvious mirth as the purplette’s musical voice filled the air between the two figures. the purplette couldn’t wait to see what the day would bring—though he wasn’t at all thrilled with the thought of catering to the red head’s every whim. he did have a debt to pay though, and he wasn’t going to let anything deter him from his morning kiss either. words: -shrugs- tagged: hiro (aoi) music: radio TEMPLATE BY BAD RABBIT OF OTE

[HIROKI ITOSHIKI]

Small signs of stirring and tired eyes slowly yielded themselves to the light of morning, flinching a little at the sudden flow of light on his eyes from the window by his bed. He groaned at the sudden intrusion of light in his room and wished for longer night hours for more sleep. But, he couldn’t afford to sleep longer. He had plans today to meet up with someone.. He gave a long sigh at that thought. Ah but he could think about that later. He had to get ready and leave a note for Kousetsu about it. He lazily stepped out of bed and let out a small yawn, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his head. Ah, the early hours of the day and he still felt compelled to get back in bed. But it was six o’ clock and the white rabbit couldn’t be late, or rather the redheaded little boy.

Ha. That’s quite funny actually because it made him think about something else Wonderland-related. It wasn’t just the thought of the guy’s violet hair. It was a little bit of that ‘I know something’ nature as well as that grin that occasionally greeted the guy’s feature as he spoke with Hiroki. That is something that truly reminded him that this guy was like the Cheshire Cat. In similarity, the violet haired person also had a sense of mysteriousness about him. Always coming and going in that mysterious way, showing up wherever he pleases like the Cheshire Cat. In that same manner, he also was like Alice in that specific circumstances. He found himself not knowing what to do and simply ‘wandered into Wonderland,’ if you will…He slapped his hand on his face and let out a long sigh. Why was it always the female characters he was compared to?

It’s not like he didn’t realize he was just a little effeminate. Just a little! It’s not like he grew out his hair or decided to dress in dresses so he was only a touch effeminate. He wasn’t a freakin’ girl, he swears on it! He sighed and went to his bathroom. Unlike maybe the main bathroom or Kousetsu’s bathroom, Hiroki did not have a mirror. If one was to take notice, neither did Hiroki’s room. It was his own semi-‘personal’ touch to an otherwise boring room. He didn’t want to have to look..at his red hair. His red eyes. His face that so closely resembled his mother’s. It wasn’t that he hated her. In fact, he could show no feelings towards her since he has never met her to be able to form an opinion. However, he always did have questions for his mom that would always be left unanswered.

He took a peak at the clock and quickly made a hustle to get changed, even if the effort to change was a drag as well as keeping the promised time. However, he did try to be punctual. He imagined the image of a typical ‘innocent boy’ would be hurried or in a rush to arrive on time, always arriving at the last minute because of some lame excuse like he couldn’t get his shirt buttoned on right or he had accidentally slept past his bed time. As he finally slipped on the last thing he needed--a watch-- he quickly scribbled down a note for his brother telling him that he went out for the day to hang out with a friend. He wrote for Kousetsu to eat dinner without him if he didn’t come home before dinner.

With that said and done, he finally made his way to the predestined spot where he was to meet him. Alwyn Throne. A purple haired guy who did whatever he want when he wanted and persisted in his notion that the young redhead could possibly be called ‘cute’. He huffed seeing Alwyn’s signature smirk on his face as he arrived onto the scene and gave a small good morning back. “You can stop with the ‘hime-sama’ you know. I’m not a princess since princesses are girls and you’re not really my butler. Just call me ‘Hiroki’. The furthest I’ve been called is ‘Hiro-chan’ by my brother. And my week was just peachy thanks.” He blinked at the next question and blushed. ‘Hello’ kiss? “N-no way!! Besides, people don’t greet each other that way in Japan, y’know. Not that I know of anyway.” He had a cautious look in his eyes, his characteristically arm cross showing that he was being less careful with his mask today. After all, it would be pointless since this person could see it.

[ALWYN THRONE]

[bg=AB916F][atrb=style,border-radius: 14px 14px 14px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 14px 14px 14px 0px; border: 5px solid #B59074;][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/iz58xe.jpg][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true] Still alive but i'm barely breathin just prayed to a God that i don't believe in an amused edge settled on the purplette’s face as the smaller red head spoke. really? the boy had the audacity to deny him. a wicked gleam spread through the amethyst hues as the illusionist shifted closer to the smaller form. the grin disappeared in a flash as the older male allowed his body to slip into a bow, but the amused gleam stayed fixated in the light purple eyes. words of praise for the princess filled his mind, but it was all senseless drivel. a coy smile curled onto his face as his eyes peered through the curtain created by his bangs. the princess is cruel to his butler. I’m your slave for the day, and my master is the princess. alwyn paused a moment in his tirade to stand tall and step closer still to his princess. the butler would like a greeting aside from “good morning” from his cute princess. won’t the princess be so kind? the smile turned cat-like as the purplette took the final step toward hiroki. his head slowly tilted ot the side, and cat ears popped into existence on his head. a slender, black cat tail flicked out from behind the illusionist. won’t hiro-hime be so kind to indulge his butler’s whimsical nature? the older teen slowly brought his hand up to the younger’s chin, and he carefully leaned in closer to his red head. soft, swift, and sweet. those were the words for the kiss alwyn placed on hiroki’s forehead. the purplette winked once at the red head before taking a quick step back. the same cat-like grin adorned his face as the cat appendages disappeared. did the princess think his butler would steal a kiss from his sacred lips? alwyn’s shoulders were shaking slightly in suppressed laughter as he shook his head a few times. nyah ~ don’t think so lowly of me, hiro-hime! the childish guardian just shook his head a bit more before adopting a serious expression. where shall we go, your majesty? the purplette’s natural tenor had transformed into a more cultured, butler-like tone: deep and velvety. secretive mirth had permeated slowly through the illusionist’s pale features as his violet arms drifted to his arm which now hovered suspended in the air between the two teens. cat ears and tail reappeared as a wide smile stretched across the purplette’s face. we could walk and talk or go watch the clouds drift across the sky or visit museums or visit stores and quaint cafés—or we could go dress shopping for the young master! two old ladies passed by when alwyn’s last suggestion cut through the still morning air. the two giggled excitedly to one another and began talking in hushed whispers as they turned onto another street. a satisfied purr escaped the cat-like teen as he adopted a Cheshire Cat grin. perhaps… we should visit a cosplay café! a small frown danced across the impish face as amethyst hues drifted down to his offered arm. but hiro-hime should take my arm… or hand… first! black cat ears twitched slightly as more hushed laughter spread through the street. alwyn’s momentary dismay disappeared in a milliseconds. amusement spread through his body as another purr slipped from his throat. the purplette could already tell that he would have an enjoyable day. it was already starting off without a single hitch, and all the attention was just lovely. another purr rumbled through the teen’s chest as his violet gaze focused back on his princess. shall we go now, hiro-cutie? words: -shrugs- tagged: hiro (aoi) music: mp3 TEMPLATE BY BAD RABBIT OF OTE

[HIROKI ITOSHIKI]

He blinked as he noticed that his rejection at the invitation of a kiss had provoked the purplette into actually stepping closer to him. He frowned a bit at that mischievous look in that Cheshire cat’s eyes as it caused him to step back, mostly out of reflex. The young carrot top was still having a hard time trusting the elder male, especially since he was the way he was, always teasing him and trying to rip his mask off all the time with such an ease that it really irritated him sometimes. He felt defenseless, almost naked in front of him…okay let’s not go that far. He would never trust anyone, let alone the purple headed troublemaker, enough to be naked in front of them. Ew. Gross. Stop. Bleh. Anyway, it didn’t seem fair to him. That his mask was taken off so easily but the same could not be done for the purplette. Although he had only thought the idea in his head, it still made him frown in annoyance at that thought. He would rather that other people had their safety nets pulled out from under them instead of himself. And Alwyn had obviously taken his safety net with ease.

Stop it. Stop with that smile, as if you knew something that he didn’t. Hiroki found his gaze averting that smug grin on Alwyn’s face. He tried not to care about other people’s business but he had a bit of a curiosity that stopped that. As such, he didn’t like that it appeared as if he didn’t have any say in whatever was going on, it was all taken care of by the cat in front of him. He flushed a bit and jerked his gaze back to his ‘butler’, looking annoyed that he had been called a ‘princess’ once again. “I’m not a princess!” He retorted with a little distaste, “B-besides! A master can’t be a princess if you haven’t noticed. A master is a guy and a princess is a girl and if I am gonna be one of the two I’d choose neither!” His usual stubbornness was apparent. Usual in the way that he acts with Alwyn anyway. He would never dare to act this way on a normal basis with others, however something about Alwyn agitated that side of him that he tried to forget…that spoiled brat part of himself just couldn’t be bottled when undergoing the insistence and pressure of the illusionist.

He blinked and blushed a little, finding Alwyn still stepping closer, moving one step back again. “H-Hey wait--st-stop..” He complained with a faint blush as he found Alwyn still advancing closer to him, obviously expecting the elder male to steal yet another ‘first kiss’ from him. He loosely balled his hands into fists and closed his eyes tightly feeling Alwyn’s hand under his chin only to feel Alwyn’s lips…on his forehead. He blinked and blushed, looking at Alwyn with an incredulous look. Given that obvious prank Alwyn pulled, he couldn’t easily hide a stutter in his voice that showed just how unbelievable he thought what Alwyn had done was, “Y-You-!!”

He was obviously a bit flushed in the cheeks, fuming that a trick was played on him. Hiroki simmered a little, shaking with held back frustration. He was fuming! ‘Sacred lips’? You’ve got to be kidding with such a cheesy line like that! “It’s not funny!!” He grumbled when he was asked where they could go, feeling tempted to say ‘home’. However, for some strange reason of which he could not fathom, he decided to stay. “If you pull something like that again, I’ll definitely pull those fake cat appendages off, no matter how many of your nine lives you got left” His bark was obviously worse than his bite as he showed no intentions and had no way to actually pull through with his given threat. He gave another brief sigh as he vaguely listened to Alwyn list things to do on his own.

That is..

Until he heard the last suggestion of going dress shopping!? He blushed when he heard two old ladies giggle behind him, preventing him from going through his usual outburst. He grit his teeth for a few moments to calm himself down (well, try anyway) and pouted a bit, with that childish cuteness that was his mask, “G-Geez Aly~! Y-you know I’m a boy and yet you’re still bullying me..I-I can’t do something like that, you know” He said that with the cutest little smile, having his own charm about him because of his childishness. He watched as the ladies seemed satisfied with that reaction and left with their hushed whispers. Perfect. He turned to Alwyn with a disgruntled and a slight annoyed expression that showed he obviously didn’t like that last suggestion, “St-stop giving people false ideas!! I’m a man! I’m not into making myself look anymore like a girl!” He said stubbornly. He didn’t take to the cosplay café idea too kindly either, choosing to ignore that suggestion, turning his gaze away from Alwyn with a small ‘hmph’.

He took notice finally of the arm offered to him and had an inquisitive look. Take his hand? But wouldn’t that be more like a couple’s date..? He shook off that idea quickly. No! Of course not! It was simply a gesture of this game of ‘butler’ and ‘…princess’ that Alwyn was playing. He decided to be a bit stubborn when he was about to take Alwyn’s arm. Instead, he crossed his arms and retorted defiantly, “If you cut it out with the ‘hiro-cutie, hime, chan, or whatever other nicknames, then I’ll take your arm!” He’d probably lose this negotiation somehow…but it was worth a try..right?

[ALWYN THRONE]

[bg=AB916F][atrb=style,border-radius: 14px 14px 14px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 14px 14px 14px 0px; border: 5px solid #B59074;][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/iz58xe.jpg][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true] Still alive but i'm barely breathin just prayed to a God that i don't believe in hiroki was a doll in comparison to the other people that alwyn had entertained. his reactions bordered on adorable, and the illusionist just loved to tease him. the red head also possessed a gravitational pull to him, but the purplette suspected that he was the only one aware of that constant tug. the others had all been for improving his skills. masks upon masks had been developed to deal with those various people. the purplette had dealt with high maintenance women, perfectionists, radicals, conservatives, brats, and possessive bastards. hell, the illusionist once adopted the guise of an elegant woman to trick his older brother, evrain. hiroki was by far the guardian’s favorite, but alwyn could not deny that he felt far more for the red head than reasonable. his first duty was to his boss, but the purplette was finding it harder and harder to think that way. something was dreadfully wrong with him, and he knew it had to do with the blushing red head. the illusionist allowed a fake smile to stay plastered on his face as he listened to the red head. really, the other complained more than he should. everything was perfectly alright. it wasn’t like someone was going to cast judgment on them. plus women could be masters, and the purplette believed that the right male could play the part of a princess. nevertheless, he would humor the red head for the day. it would just end up coming back to bite the red head later. the illusionist let his arm fall back to his side, but an evil glint settled in his eyes. you wound me, hiro-sama. i’m the servant; you’re the master. we’re trying to develop a working relationship here, but you won’t even let me guide you. and as a side note, the cat appendages aren’t fake; i created them. it would hurt quite a bit if you tried to take them off. the guardian paused and cast his gaze back-and-forth down the street. now… i’ll make a compromise with you, hiro-sama. we’ll do anything that you want to do, but you have to give me a kiss afterwards. i won’t suggest any more embarrassing ventures or call you “hiro-hime,” “hiro-cutie,” or “hiro-chan;” moreover, i’ll also answer any questions truthfully. does that sound like an even trade to you, hiro-sama? most of it is aimed in your favor anyway. a mere kiss is all i ask in return for all those valiant deeds. doesn’t seem at all bad, neh? alwyn was trying not to break out into laughter as he finished talking. his red head was adorable, and it would be hard to not slip into his old habits. old habits die hard after all, but the purplette wasn’t about to disappoint his hiro-hime. that would be too much. a soft sigh escaped the purplette as he once again offered his arm to the red head. i don’t suppose you would be inclined to take my arm now, right? we’ll go in whichever direction you ask, and i won’t complain a bit. this day is all about hiro-sama after all, and the butler has to do as he is told. aly will be a good boy today just for hiro-sama’s sake. so shall we go? a bright smile had settled on the purplette’s face now, and he truly felt at ease with the situation. he could act like a complete nutcase around hiroki, and the young throne was doing just that. he wanted the smaller boy’s mask to be ripped away though. ripped away and torn into tiny pieces. he only felt a small tang of guilt about it; after all, his own mask wouldn’t be coming off. alwyn kept his smile firmly in place as he watched the young itoshiki with light purple hues. he would make the most of the time he had with the boy. that he could do no matter which personality or mask was in place. words: -shrugs- tagged: hiro (aoi) music: death of me by red TEMPLATE BY BAD RABBIT OF OTE

[HIROKI ITOSHIKI]

Alwyn was a mystery. Hiroki couldn’t make heads or tails of the strange purplette. He didn’t know how to deal with this kind of person, mainly for the fact that there were very few people who saw through his mask and handled it in the way that the mist guardian had done. He was different. He was strange. He was a person foreign to Hiroki since he had met very few like Alwyn. It made him nervous and anxious, always feeling on guard because of how easily his violet eyed servant had made it seem to rip off his mask. In a way…Hiroki felt dreadfully exposed. Like a child who had been stripped of his safety blanket. He felt almost as if everything would be left for Alwyn to see as he pleased if he had not tried to at least keep a few of his fragmented mask on his face.

How easily the young Throne made it seem to bring rosy colors to his once placid cheeks and a stutter to his normally calm outer appearance. His pomegranate eyes laid inquisitively on the violet eyes that glinted with some kind of playful glimmer, that of a cat playing with its new favorite toy, or something of the sort. He nearly took a step back from that little suspicious glint but resisted the urge, always one to be quite prideful and mindful of how he acts. Besides, it was difficult to move away from Alwyn, as Hiroki has found on a few occasions. Though, he didn’t take it as anything more than ‘interest as to someone…unique like Alwyn’. Hiroki didn’t like that he couldn’t understand. How could he so easily and casually rip off the teenage redhead’s mask whenever he pleased? It’s not like he was an amateur at the creation of masks..

He held back the urge to scoff at that dramatic statement. ‘You wound me, hiro-sama’? What servant and master..it’s not like Hiroki could think of himself as a ‘master’ type. After all, it wasn’t in his ‘looks’. He allowed himself the courtesy to simply cross his arms in disbelief at that statement. He, however, was surprised that the cat appendages were real. As illusions, he didn’t expect them to actually be ‘real’. As real as it seemed, Hiroki always believed illusions would remain illusions--existent only in the mind. It was at that moment that he had the curiosity that tugged at him to touch those cat ears, though he resisted fairly well, simply turning his head away from the spectacle.

He was brought back to his senses when he heard the sound of a compromise. He wasn’t particularly sure if he’d abide by the terms but he liked compromises so long as he was the one receiving the most benefits. It wouldn’t hurt to listen at least…But that is, until he heard that word. A…Kiss? He flushed at that condition. “Y-you can’t be serious!” He said, mainly to himself, looking down towards his, Alwyn’s, feet. He thought about it for a bit, though. It really didn’t seem all too bad considering the things he’d be receiving. No ridiculous nicknames, doing whatever he favored, being able to ask questions on whatever he wanted…it just sounded fishy. All that for a simple kiss? There had to be some kind of catch, at least, right? ….Especially when it looks as if his ‘butler’ was about to break into laughter which just made him pout. “I-I won’t accept that offer unless you make the trade more even, just a tad more on your end. Th-that doesn’t sound too bad right?” Of course, this was said towards Hiroki’s benefit, since it’s hard to believe a simple kiss for all those deeds was all it took. Besides, Alwyn couldn’t think of anything any more ridiculous than a kiss, right? Right?

He blinked when he saw the arm offered to him again and blushed softly, slowly letting his hand take hold of his arm. He looked away stubbornly, “Th-this is only because I have to!” It was as if he was a child, though he didn’t seem to mind it so much as he claimed. “S-so..” He started, “Do..I get to ask you a question now?”

{credit icons to misteline~}