Everything hurt him, it hurt to be touched, touched, looked at... But his Master's touch made him delirious, he loved it. I loved him.
His heart was nothing more than dust, but his Master collected it as if it were the finest gold.
He united it, mol...
Mika remained seated, a little away from his teacher's work table so as not to interrupt his brainstorming, while he hugged a yellow teddy bear.
He watched enthralled as his master masterfully moved the threads and fabrics to form another museum-worthy set, his brow furrowed in concentration and his lips gently pressed together with the barely visible beads of sweat that pearled his face, making him even more attractive to anyone. his eyes.
But the real reason for her smile was not the scene in front of her eyes, no; It was the one that this set was made especially for him, his teacher was inspired by him to make that suit that he saw was perfect like everything that the teacher Itsuki Shu did.
"Give me the third thread to your right, the red one" he asked for the first time, provoking emotion in him, who quickly handed over the request before sitting down again and squeezing his stuffed animal. "Thank you." his teacher's murmur only caused him a smile full of happiness.
"Don't thank me, Master, it's the least I can do" speaking as he had been taught, he answered without stopping smiling at any time. His teacher got up from the place and stood behind him, extended his hands and covered his eyes with one. "A-ah? M-Master?" His murmur was ignored by the older man.
He moved his free hand to the minor's chin, who opened his mouth nervously, something ignored by the other who calmly walked his hand over the boy's face; brushing with the tips of his fingers the nose in its entirety, the lips and each small space of the foreign face, he felt the cheeks of the minor with his palm while caressing. His sharp purple eyes analyzed the other's reaction as he raised his hand to slightly raise the other's head, four fingers on his neck and his thumb placed just below the younger's thin peach lips. The black-haired man's mouth narrowed, waiting for his master's orders while his cheeks did not let the blush pass, that had settled there ever since his master had been after him.
The black-haired boy's nervousness increased when he didn't hear his teacher's loud voice for five minutes, his lower lip trembling a little before whispering.
"M-Master... Is something wrong?" His whisper was not answered until minutes later, while the hand that covered his, according to him, horrible eyes with heterochromia. Aquamarine on the right and a soft gold on the left were greeted by the two amethyst orbs of the older man who continued to seriously appreciate him.
"I see you haven't cut your hair, it's already beginning to cover your eyes" it was barely a murmur, but the younger one heard it and a small and sweet smile slid down his throat.
"It's because I don't like them, Master, they are horrible and he wanted to hide them. Not like yours, which are precious jewels" his words came out with affection to his teacher while his eyes shone with joy at his teacher's attention to notice that detail.
"Well, I do like them, Kagehira." His voice became a little stronger and more certain while his gaze was hardened. "They are two completely different jewels in a single mine, which makes it even more beautiful to appreciate. You are my most exotic and special doll, Kagehira" the younger's eyes shone with surprise while that crimson color on the younger's smooth cheeks grew significantly.
"W-what things does it say, master?" a mumble trying to escape the growing nervousness of the young man with the unequal eyes was the only thing that was heard in the room for a number of seconds.
"That you are my doll with the best flaw" he gently caressed the minor's lower lip, remembering all the time they had been together as master and puppet, every joke and laugh of the minor after finding him on the street; broken, bleeding, completely ruined by that impoverished city that was the former home of his best doll "Now you are completely perfect, you are fixed and remodeled by my hands, my doll" his whispers had the youngest in a trance, who watched him attentively remembering everything and nothing at the same time.
He remembered perfectly how his mother had abandoned him in that alley, the days when he was hungry, how his body ached, how his stomach twisted from constant hunger, how he had been beaten by the odd drunk for no apparent reason. He remembered everything. Until a day like any other, his master had passed by, accompanied by a servant and carrying the beautiful Mademoiselle doll, elegantly dressed in a red and black suit to the body; he saw it by pure chance, but the eyes of his then little master were drawn to his strange eyes.
He was taken to his master's mansion, bathed, fed, healed, and clothed by the young man's personal servants. His parents and his brothers did not understand why the young Itsuki had brought him with them, but they did not question anything and just continued their day to day watching how the little one with violet orbs taught the boy many things and the one with unequal orbs learned it quickly. maintaining a soft and kind smile without questioning anything the child asked for.
The years passed and the young Itsuki took him under his wing as a doll that he cared for and maintained himself. They were the best years in the life of the Kagehira.
"Kagehira, my defective and adored doll" his whispers as he gently caressed the minor's chin and throat brought him back to the moment, he watched carefully how his teacher's eyes observed him in detail. "You are everything to me..."
That whisper made him laugh, the softest and most affectionate the other had ever seen in him.
"You are my savior. It's my light, master" he dared to brush the hand that his teacher had on his chin with his fingers while giving his master the most overflowing smile of happiness. "You are my God, from the first moment, you are absolutely everything to me, Master" his smile could only widen as he saw the rosy cheeks of the master he adored so much.
"I know, Kagehira Mika, I know" were the soft words charged with the emotional attachment that he had to the boy, his smile diminished as he placed a soft kiss on the younger's forehead, something that surprised his opponent too much. "This is my first present, Happy Valentine's, Mika. My dear doll" the words slipped like dew from his lips while the black-haired man touched with his hand, now free from the grip of the stuffed animal that rested on the floor, the place of his master's gift.
"Happy Valentine's Day, my beloved Master" his eyes brimmed with the purest and most joyful emotions knowing that his teacher appreciated him despite his flaws, perhaps he loved him as much as he did. But for now he would not think about that, he would only enjoy the pampering that his master gave him for being his Dear Puppet while he softly whispered how much he adored him.
He had been living for 5840 days, 3650 days feeling alive and 3600 seconds knowing happiness.
He only expected to know complete and complete happiness with his master more than he could count...
End.
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