The Master [MxMxM+]

06

When Mason had first entered his room, he couldn't believe how much he already loved it. It was impeccably to his taste he had to wonder how they had done it.

It wasn't even the fact that it was a huge room. Everything was fit weirdly to his liking. The rules hang on one side of the room facing his bed, as if to serve as a constant reminder of what he'd signed his life into. It was even designed in red, his favorite color.

And when Mason lowered himself on the bed, he noticed the phone by the bedside stand and picked it up.

He wanted to roll his eyes at the fact that just like the framed rules the back of it was red too, but he didn't because he had to admit, it looked beautiful.

Mason turned the phone over in his hand, it wasn't so big, but it wasn't small either. He didn't turn it on, because he just didn't want to get overwhelmed.

Things were happening about a thousand miles per minute. Just yesterday he had convinced himself it would be worth it and that he had nothing to lose if he had showed up, and now here he was.

He'd let the phone overwhelm him perhaps later, Mason went to take a shower in the bathroom that looked almost the size of the room. He needed a long bath, but he would do that later, right now he was on edge.

He had enough time to snoop around and have a look if he wanted to but no, he'd done enough exploring for one day.

He lay flat on his back on his new queen size bed and stared up at the ceiling letting out a heavy breath.

Focus... he told himself. You're here now, for a reason.

He'd left his window open and now a breeze crept in, causing him to shut his eyes in peace. He might have drifted off to sleep right there, but the soft knock on his door jolted him back to reality.

Tadashi was here.

As Mason's heart began to race in anticipation for what was to come, he opened his door and got out.

Jet too, was out of his room by the time he had closed his door right behind him. He kept his face neutral as their gazes met for a brief moment.

Mason believed that the other man wasn't someone he even wanted to talk to. He didn't like him.

At best, he'd try to tolerate him and in reality that was only because their rooms were really really close to each other.
The way the man seemed to try to avoid everyone was the same way Mason was determined to avoid him.

"Let's go get the others shall we?" Asked Tadashi, polite as always.

It was moments later that they settled down.

To pass the time and the tension, Mason tried to conjure up an image of the Master in his head. He was an elderly man most likely, maybe not so old but a few wrinkles here and there. White-ish or graying hair. To him, it was obviously that kind of thing. But there was no helping it now though, whatever happened would be it.

So when he had come in from the direction everyone was looking at, Mason had tried deliberately but couldn't seem to prevent his jaw from hanging open.

He was definitely not old. In fact, Mason could bet their ages ranged around the same brackets. His dark hair was swept back to reveal stormy blue grey eyes.

With a bit of his hair falling to his forehead, he was like a dark horse, eyes brewing up a storm and looking like a creature impossible to tame.

Even the way he had rolled up his sleeves and lowered himself at the head of the table radiated power. Mason was completely overwhelmed.