It is in later afternoon when the driver arrived, to pick up both Asahina and Shiori and to send the couple back home in metallic gray VIP sedan. Later then, classes continues as usual. It is around 4pm as Henry continues with his tutoring in the study room with the young master, and with the most boring subject ever existed to such energetic youth like Haruma, that is History.
After saying goodbye to Asahina and Shiori, Haruma went to the study room with Henry. The boy expressed his dissatisfaction about the betrayal of Akechi Mitsuhide toward Oda Nobunaga, stated in the History book. "I don't understand why this asshole trusted Mitsuhide. He clearly dug his own grave!"
At the same time, he felt too bored, because History wasn't his favourite subject. And he tend to doze off when Henry tutored him.
Haruma slumped his head on the table study, while drumming his mechanical pencil on his notebook. "Sensei.. I can't anymore.." This subject could be the death of him.
"Language, watch your language." Henry pointed at the boy with his metal pointer before tapping it to the black board.
"Stay awake!"
His voice is heard, it echoed in the study room.
Exhaling out a sigh, he shook his head a bit as the boy whined softly.
"15 minutes tea break. Go."
The boy gave Henry a thumbs up, muttering, "Thank you Sensei, you're the best." Instead of going for a tea, he slowly rested his head on the table, napping. Even if it was just 15 minutes, at least.. he could nap. "Sensei.. Don't you think Mitsuhide's name is quite close with Mitsue?"
The boy mumbled softly, before his eyes shut.
"Nonsense."
He replied to the boy's murmurs, with arms now crossed to his chest, taking his seat behind the desk, glancing to his wrist watch checking on the time.
"...." right. They started the lecture around 2pm. And now it's 4.30 pm. No wonder this kid is tired. It's been more than 2 hours. Henry thought to himself.
He waited until the 15 mins is up, before the butler made his way towards the boy's desk.
Two fingertip tap lightly to the boy's forehead, waking the boy up.
"Hnn.. 5 more minutes.. sensei.. have mercy on me.." Haruma showed 5 fingers to Henry, before he continued napping. His eyes felt heavy, and surely he doesn't want to wake up and continued learning about Oda Nobunaga. But the old Japanese saying that Haruma memorized for the conclusion of the legend's death was, 'Nobunaga mixed the cake, Hideyoshi baked it, and Ieyasu ate it.' Well, eating a cake in his dream won't be too bad.
"..."
In his dream Haruma could feel a light flick to forehead. What was that?
"Class is dismissed. You can open your eyes now."
He heard Henry's voice, but in between being awake and asleep, if Haruma looked up to the butler, he can only see an image of the butler... in complete traditional japanese warriors armor
This dream felt so real. His half-opened lids set on Henry.
He wondered why the man in front of him looked so strong with that getup. The slender hand reached the man's pants, dragging him close to the boy's side of his body.
"Oh my lord, don't throw me in the dungeon.. I still need to continue my History lesson in my real world.." Haruma murmured low, his eyes drifted to close.
"My lord, have mercy on me.. let me go.." The boy was blissfully unaware of what was going on around him.
In his dream, a man with familiar face indeed caught the boy and was about to throw him in a dungeon, but the boy tried to beg for the man's mercy, with his exposed body, revealing his fair skinned. It sounded like the boy tried to seduce the man with the art of seduction.
"...hnn-" The man is pulled closer by those slender digits, eyes blinking couple of times, looking down to the dreaming boy.
"Oi..." He nudged the boy to his shoulder, light frown on his face trying to figure out this whole scene, since Haruma actually just tugged the butler to his belts, close enough to his private.
KNOCK!
The man's knuckles landed on the top of the boy's head.
"It hurts!!"
The boy abruptly opened his eyes, rubbing his head a couple times. A pair of brown eyes nearly shed tears. "Sensei, why did you hit me?! You're so cruel! Just when the best part came, you-!" The boy sent a deathly glare to Henry, his mouth pursed tightly.
"You were seducing me."
Henry replied bluntly with a strong excuse to knock the boy lightly with his knuckles. His emeralds eyed the boy, piercing gaze this time.
Haruma's eyes and his mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise, as he clumsily stand up, hand still rubbing his head, "Excuse me?? I do not-" Come to think of him, wasn't the dream earlier.. had the image of Henry's face?! He could feel his face heated up, and nervously let out a laugh.
"H- hahahahaha I don't- I don't understand what you're talking about, but hey! Look at the time, I should return to my room!" The boy awkwardly closed his book on the table, his heart pounded loud in his chest. He needed to run away from this study room, right now!
Henry observed the boy hurrying to leave the room. For a second his eyes shifted to his gloved hands.
"Wait,"
A very rare demand from the butler.
"You saw it, didn't you?" Henry questioned, referring to the time Haruma took of the gloves from his hands this morning when the brunette was asleep.
The boy froze at his place. He didn't dare to look at the man's eyes, so he looked down on his feet. "Saw.. saw what?"
Haruma tugged his own shirt, his hand went clammy. His lips parted, then pursed by itself.
The man did not touch the boy, but his piercing emeralds were looking at the boy closely from where he stood, several feet away from where the boy now is.
"...answer me."
"..."
Haruma took a glance at the butler's face, paled face like a white board. Unwillingly, he replied, "..yes.." Haruma lowered his head again, "I'm sorry, I.. I just got.. curious.. so.."
Henry stepped closer, now standing right before the boy.
"Come with me."
He exits the study room, headed to the other room, two doors away. A locked room. Taking out the keys, he unlocked the door, pushing it open. Inside, there are at least 10 tall drawers, this place looks like an archive.
The boy reluctantly followed behind the man, as he peeked at the man's back. He doesn't get mad at him, right? Haruma gulped, worried look displayed on his face. When they arrived at unfamiliar room, the boy stood behind, dumbfounded. ".. you aren't going to lock me up here right?"
"It's amazing how ridiculous you can sound." he replied, moving to one of the drawers, taking out one thick hard covered album, and placed it on the desk next to where Haru stood in this archive room.
"Open it." The first thing Haru could see is a family photo, the father, the mother, and the infant, whom is Haru of course.
"..." The boy's brown eyes scanned the family photo. He recognized the two figure, thanks to Wakana-san giving him a photo of his biological mother before. "So? What's the purpose of you showing this?" His voice turned cold, disinterested.
"My purpose does not matter."
"Emotions aside, learning about your past might just equip you for your future."
"I'm not in the mood to know about it." The boy averted his gaze from the family photo, "Why, after all of this? Is it fun to toy with a stupid brat like me, tossing me around and then pick me up like a dog?"
The boy spat, irritated with his own parents. He thought they were the one who threw him away. An abandoned child.
Henry's emeralds lowered to the particular face, the lady in white in the family photo.
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Heartfelt Quintessence
RomansaFate is a fickle mistress, and destiny is never set in stone. At least, that's what Haruma think of, being a 16 years old who lived alone without his foster parents. Despite living his life with a lot of debts left by his foster parents, the young b...
