Wisteria

8 - Haru

It was the fateful year nineteen-thirty-one when fateful Haru was born.

Haru, unlike all previous residents of the mansion, was a boy, leaving everyone in shock. No man had ever been born under the mansion considering the mansion was under the care of numerous women. The founders were women, and the new and old staff were women, so it made no sense that a boy would be born into the manor and live a privileged life amongst them.

Of course, the safety issues arose as the women surrounded the newborn.

He was a boy, soon to be a man. He would have lustrous intentions within his heart, therefore causing a nuisance to the girls in the house, young and old. He could end up aggressive and eventually dominate the household, warping it into a twisted, cruel legacy no person could call home. He could bring in more men and cause more harm than good.

As the women murmured and argued, the newborn began to cry, clenching and waving his hands around. Tiny hands desperately reached for the tender touch and care these women refused to give. It was a man, they reminded themselves. Yet, watching something so innocent and desperate flicked a switch in half of the girls' minds. Here lied a man, a possible predator-

But it was a newborn. A newborn, mind you. There was no mind, no sense of morals, no sense of feeling. It was just a child.

In fact this was the only defence the other half of the women could argue with. Haru was a child and hadn't committed a crime, and yet people surrounded him with a fearful, disgusted look on their faces.

It was too dangerous to let men roam this heavenly safe site, yet too cruel to punish a child who only came into this world. So, as any argument is created, a settlement follows.

Haru could live under the Butterfly Mansion's legacy. He would learn how to be a sweet young man while cleaning, keeping, and caring. But was he to amount to anything?

No.

Hell no.

Haru would sweep the floors like everyone else, clean the dishes, care and recover the guests etc. He'd be reduced to a small position, unable to crawl out of a demanding and low position.

And yet, twenty-three years later, standing in front of the gates again, uniform tucked and clean while his thumb stroked the handle of his nichirin sword.

"Open the door," he mumbled under his breath, rapidly knocking on the gates. Again, no answer. The man silently cursed, quickly grabbing the rusted rapper and slamming it down three times. "OPEN UP!" He snapped, constantly rattling the gate. A loud click could be heard before the wooden gates groaned open.

Before the door could slam shut, Haru placed a firm hand on the door, holding it open. "Hey~!" He greeted, wiggling his fingers as he grinned cheekily. The young staff member stared at Haru blankly before reality came crashing down on her head. She screamed in horror, falling to her knees and quickly rushing to the house. "I'M NOT THAT SCARY!" He protested, following the girl. "LOOK I'M SORRY!"

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Being a staff member wasn't as bad as he thought. It was like doing chores. Mundane and repetitive, sure, but it was better than possibly having your life on the line. All he simply did was fold clothes, make food, clean rooms up, etc. In his opinion, it was a simple life he wanted, and one he enjoyed, rather than throwing his life away.