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"So kids, this is how i met your mother"

The way they met was a strange way, some may say. A foreigner was seen on the shore of Ritou killing some samurais guarding the entrance, and stealing their clothes. It didnt take long for the Kamisato Clan to hear about the news and Ayato, the young master, ordered his men to catch and bring the boy to him. Once they brought him, one of the guards asked what they should do with the criminal. Ayato paused for a moment, thinking, then said "Don't kill him, Ill take care of him myself" the words came out of his mouth with a slight grin that quickly switched back to a serious look "Youre dismissed, and leave the boy here"
Once the men were gone  there was an awkward silence between them that got shattered by Ayato's deep voice "Why did you do  it? Are you trying to get yourself in trouble ? Or even, perhaps, killed?" The boy hasnt said a word yet, the young master was eager to hear what he had to say. He suddenly speaks in a hurried tone, beautiful and innocent voice which didnt fit a person that had just killed over 6 men and was still covered in their blood "I was scared.. I dont remember how i got on the shore, all i know is that the samurai seemed as if they wanted to hurt me , so I killed them" Ayato snickered "You want me to think it was self defence? Then why'd you feel the need to steal their clothes as well? I think you simply just wanted to get in without anyone stopping you" He didnt reply and instead said silence, so Ayato changed the subject .
"Well then tell me, do you remember where youre from?" "Mondstat" he said, this time in a more monotone voice. "Nation of freedom, hm? Unlucky you got into the most strict nation there is. What about your name?" "Thoma" he replied , again with the same monotone voice. "Thats all that i remember, im sorry" Ayato felt like that was a lie and he simply wanted to keep as much information to himself as possible, but it didnt bother him too much.
"These clothes dont fit you. If you want me to keep you alive then you need to look more presentable at least. What about we go and find you something new?" "Ok" he replied obediently.
Thoma followed the young master out and into the city, where they were met with many stares and whispers from the people. Obviously it was to be expected, the young master of the Kamisato clan with the foreign murderer that everyone was talking about? Unbelieveable. "Ignore them" Ayato said without looking at him. Thoma was nervous and got closer to him as if to seek safety and comfort.
Once they got to the shop they were looking for the blonde couldnt help but feel like a stranger, the clothes they had were nothing like he was used to wear , yet he knew that if he wanted to be accepted here he had to dress and behave like one of them so he didnt complain. They ended up buying him a red and black outfit that seemed to match him, but it didnt matter too much since he would soon stop wearing it and finding something better.
They got back where they were greeted by the young lady of the Kamisato clan - Ayaka. She's beautiful and elegant, long light shiny hair, hypnotising eyes, lower half of her faced covered by a fan matching the rest of her outfit. She was perfect , and Thoma could tell that just by looking at her. She was much more slim and petite than her brother, more innocent and sweet looking, yet they shared one obvious thing - their piercing gaze that could send shivers down your spine, that made you scared yet wanting more. Thoma snapped back to reality when he heard the man beside him say "This is Thoma, the kid that was killing the samurai. Im planning on keeping him and making him one of ours. What do you say?" 'Keep him?' thought Thoma, 'It almost sounds as if hes talking about keeping a lost puppy he found' but for some reason he didnt mind being treated like a pet or an errands boy, on the contrary, he liked it, he felt wanted, no longer tossed away. "I think we should keep him" Ayaka's sweet voice echoed in the almost empty room they were in. "Good, then from tomorrow morning Ill teach him how to behave properly. Ill train him like a good boy" He definetely was being treated like a pet, but Thoma's heart skipped a beat when he heard those words come out of the taller man's mouth.
The next day he was woken up before the sun could even show itself. His training began with his way of speaking. He had to know how to adress everyone properly, how to talk to them respectfully or if he was even allowed to speak. It wasnt too hard for him to get used to this part. He then had to learn to listen to the Kamisato's master's orders: both from the young master and his sister. He felt a bit against it at first, some of the orders were a bit out of his comfort zone, but he knew that if he didnt do as told he'd be abandoned once again. He would remind himself of that fact each time he felt bothered by any of the orders.
A year or so has passed since then, he was now used to these things and listened to every order without question. He would cook, clean and take care of the house while his master was out working. But recently the orders were getting strange. Whenever Ayato would come back from a busy day and would find Thoma doing house work he'd tell him to leave everything and come to his room. He always did as told. Things would go this way : Ayato makes Thoma sit on his bed while he looks at his face and examines every feature of it through gentle touches with the same hands he used to kill people just hours before getting home, sometimes still covered in blood. But this time it was different. Ayato didnt stop with just his face, his hands slowly slid down to his neck, tightening around it a bit, then down to his collarbone and shoulders then suddenly going back to his face as if he realized he wasnt supossed to be going any lower than that. He didnt want to allow himself any more. He got up and left without saying a word, leaving Thoma full of questions.
He left as well a few minutes after coming back to his senses and was met by the two masters sitting down at the table waiting for him. He quickly put their food in their plates and sat down as well, a bit distanced from Ayato. As they were eating, the young master looked at Thoma playfully, and asked if he also wanted to try something he cooked himself. Thoma of course couldnt say no to him, but when Ayato took the food in his chopsticks and took it to his mouth he felt hesitant now because of the smell.The scary grin on his face forced him to take a bite out of the deadly smelling and looking..thing . As soon as he felt the taste he felt like spitting it out and needed something to clean his mouth. Ayato looked at him, now grinning even more while Thoma was struggling to swallow, tears forming in his eyes. He loved that look, maybe a bit too much even. He wanted to see what other expressions he could make. But his fun was soon ruined by Ayaka handing him some water and asking if he was alright. Ayato rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth in disappointment. From that day on Thoma swore to never eat anything else he was given by his master.

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