Treasure [Klance/Leith]

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So for some reason when I wrote this, I used first person POV for Keith? I guess I was experimenting with it so I'm sorry for the sudden shift in POV types but it happened. Also it begins with a flashback so I'm sorry for confusion.

"Give me a hero and I'll write his tragedy."

Those words echoed through the empty house as Mrs. Prescott sat across from me in the study. She was seated in her favorite leather chair, her auburn hair tied back into a bun and her caramel eyes warm as she stared at me. We played a game where I would name someone at random and she would tailor a story to fit their job I made up for them.

I sat in the smaller, cushier chair across the coffee table from Lillie and stared at the green tea cup I held in my hand. "Saburo Gushiken. A librarian."

Her thin lips curled into a smile as she sipped at the green liquid inside her teacup. "The third son and strong willed. What an interesting name for a librarian, isn't it Keith?"

"It's Murasaki." I snapped in annoyance at her speaking my name so easily, as if her family weren't the reason I was forced to live as I was now; pitiful and corrupted.

She lowered the drink and nodded slightly, acknowledging her mistake. Her white blouse contrasted with the pair of light mint jeans she wore and the darker makeup that was skillfully plastered over her face carefully so that it covered her flaws. "Murasaki, I was thinking that your Saburo could come from a poverty stricken home where his mother mourned over their dead father and worked all day and night just to feed her three sons."

I sighed slightly and looked down at my tea as I swished the green liquid around in the cup. "I can already guess how his tragedy will play out Lillie. He'll watch as his mother over works herself and eventually She'll be lost to illness causing the eldest son to take over her work. Saburo feels useless as he watches his family fall apart around him and he's sent to an orphanage when social services find him. He's then given a abusive home and he finds himself working at a library because books are the only way he's able to find peace in his life." The tea settled down and my reflection shown in it, the bags under my eyes were darker than it had been months ago when I had lived with my sister and parents. I narrowed my eyes at the reflection, feeling resentment fill my chest at the sight of my own face.

"Oh, how did you guess?" She asked quizzically, slowly crossing her legs with a tiny smirk.

"You're so horribly cliché with your stories I'm able to guess exactly which route you'll take with each one." I stated before meeting her caramel eyes. Even if she were another one of the pigs living in the Prescott family, she was the one I could talk to without feeling the urge to strangle the life out of. "I purposely chose a name that meant 'third son' and 'strong willed' in order to see if you would finally change your flaws of story telling. The more you repeat the same words the more your literature becomes repetitive and bland. You are something that the Japanese would call Aho."

Lillie's eyebrow twit he'd slightly in anger but she didn't lash out, instead she placed her free hand over her mouth and stifled a laugh. "Oh my Murasaki, you're picking up on some childish insults aren't you?" She asked in a humorous tone, as if she were trying to be funny.