That Mortician; Desires

2| That Mortician; Yearning

A/N: FYI, reapers are humans who have committed suicide.

"This will be your new servant," a voice said. A boy, named Leic, turned around to look at where the voice had come from. It was his father speaking. Leic looked at the said 'servant.' The other boy was about the same height, had very long grey hair, and a girlish physique.

"Who is that?" the boy spat. He'd tried very hard to get rid of all the potential servants. Having a servant meant that your parents would abandon you for good. They wouldn't take care of you, or spend time with you. Having a servant was something he didn't wish. He'd never wish it. Being left behind was the worst curse, it would just confirm his already subconscious idea that he was unwanted, unneeded, and unloved.

"His name is Anderson Rivers. We bought him from some slave traders in town. He is a hard worker and will do anything you ask...so please...give him a try," the father pleaded. Since this new boy came from slave traders, and is not used to fighting back, there was a chance that he won't leave no matter how terribly he was treated. His life here would be much better than anything it would've been otherwise, so, obviously he would try to stay in this household to the best of his ability.

Leic nodded reluctantly. He was going to do what he did in the past...keep the new guy around for a week before getting rid of him. Leic would try every trick in the book, if need be, to accomplish his goal.

The father smiled and left the two children alone. Leic examined his new servant carefully, something seemed strange about him, but he couldn't tell what.

"Your name is Anderson?" he asked. The boy didn't respond. "Aren't you going to answer me?" the boy still didn't respond. Leic huffed and started playing with the servant's hair as he spoke, "Your hair is so long. Are you actually a girl or something?"

"I am a boy," he replied simply and softly. The bratty child didn't even hear him at first.

"So, you can talk!"

"A servant should not speak unless spoken to or unless it is necessary for his master's convenience," the boy answered quietly once more.

"You're actually quite the weirdo...and you smell too! We need to get you cleaned up before you start calling yourself my servant," Leic grabbed the servant's hand and led him to the nearest bathroom.

"Take off those dirty clothes. Until we get you some of your own stuff you'll just have to wear mine. By the way, my name is Leic," Leic left Anderson for a brief moment to go find some clothes for him. It was difficult to find the right outfit and Anderson was left standing awkwardly in the bathroom, naked, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing until Leic returned.

"Sit down in the tub and I'll help you scrub off that layer of filth," Leic said as he walked back into the bathroom. Anderson did as he was told and in no time he was thoroughly cleaned. Leic helped him get dressed and brushed his long hair. It was so tangled and full of knots that Leic was half tempted to chop it all off. However, he didn't. Leic liked the long hair too much to damage it in any way. For some reason, he felt that the hair was entrancing and wanted to keep it around.

"You don't look that bad when you're clean!" Leic smiled at his handiwork. Anderson just nodded in agreement. He didn't wish to upset his new master.

"You're way too quiet. It's okay to speak when you're with me...maybe not around adults since adults are just strange to begin with."

"Thank you, Master Leic."

"If you talk that quietly I won't be able to hear you!" Leic said. This new servant was proving to be a difficult piece of work. But, Leic felt a connection with him that he hadn't felt with any of the other servants his father picked out. Maybe this one wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he could actually enjoy Anderson's company. Leic sighed. He didn't want his parents to abandon him, but, if they abandoned him with Anderson perhaps life wouldn't be completely miserable.