The Boy: After (Brahms x OC)

Chapter 4: Did You Know

I woke to the sound of knocking, Brahms' little boy voice came from the hallways; "Wakey wakey! I made ham and cheese for you, it's your favorite!" Still not processing what is going on, I went and opened the door.

"Good morning, Aiza." Brahms said cheerfully, handing me a plate with a ham and cheese sandwich on it, the sides had been cut off. Confused, I ask "How did you know this is what I eat for breakfast? You even cut the sides that I hate." Brahms beamed and answered: "I saw the bread next to the plate and in the refrigerator you put the ham and the cheese together on the outer most rim, which means you take those out first thing every morning.

"In the trash I saw bread sides, so that's how I figured." I was pretty impressed, he just turned from a three-year old kid to Sherlock Holmes. "If you're this smart, then how come you don't know how to take a shower?" I pointed out. Brahms looked at me with innocent brown eyes, "I had helpers, I just have to sit." He simply replied. Even though I still think something's wrong, I couldn't object to his logical reasoning. Hm.

"How did you know how to make a sandwich then?" I persisted, still suspicious. "Mother taught me." Came the answer. I feel the air get a bit heavy, and questioned wether his mom is okay. Brahms shook his head, not wanting to speak more of his parents. I can feel the depression radiate from him, like waves that brings sorrow to everything they touch. I noticed a single droplet of water running down the mask. Is he crying? Something horrible must have happened to them, I choose to temporally forget that he's a psychopath, but maybe he's not; maybe he just doesn't understand society. Even though he's a big guy, he is still a confused child inside.

Feeling terrible to bring up the subject, I whispered "I'm sorry" softly. Brahms raised his head up and stepped towards me, pinning me against the wall. "Hug me," he demanded. Not wanting to make him more sad, I obliged. In my conscious, I've already pictured him as a lonely and confused child lost on the path of life, he only need a light to guide him to the right path. I tightened my arms around his neck, as he hugged me back under my arms, so that's the only place available. I will be the light. I thought.

What I don't know is that tiny smirk sitting on the corner of Brahms lips under the mask as he embraced me as a child looking for support. If I would have saw that smirk, I would know right away that I was tricked. Brahms did it on purpose to get closer. But all that's useless as I didn't notice at all.

After breakfast, Brahms took me around the mansion, introducing every little thing from dead leaves to lady bugs. I feel like a daycare teacher, but as long as he's enjoying it. "G-Aiza! Come!" Came the voice, I noticed the pause; was he going to call Greta? Somehow the thought me a bit uncomfortable, but I brushed it off. Greta had been with him for way longer, so it's only normal.....right?

A little tug on my sleeve brought me back, Brahms was not content with my little space-out. Suddenly remembering something, I turned to Brahms; "Hey, can you talk normally? Like in your natural voice, you don't have to pretend to be someone else with me." To be honest it's really getting on my nerves.

Brahms gazed into my eyes intently, "Do you not like my voice?" "No, Brahms, be yourself." I replied. He suddenly chuckled, lowering the tone to his normal voice, he came closer to my ear and hummed "Do you like my voice now? Hm?" Now first let me establish this: I am a musician, and I have absolutely no control over how much I love smooth and deep voice chords. Especially with him so close to my ear, I have no where to escape. The dark chocolate-like voice vibrated through the air and into my ear drums. My face flushed up and I hate to admit that I probably will get addicted to his voice.

Noticing that I was spacing out again, Brahms let out an unsatisfied grumble.

"Aiza."
"Huh? Y-yeah what?"
"Do you like me now?"
That's a weird question,
"Yeah of course"
Pausing a bit, I asked, "hey, do you know how to sing?" Brahms answered yes, so I let him perform a bit in the breezy garden.

The refreshing wind caressed over us, spreading the fresh scent of the nature. The birds chirped as if wanting to join the little solo. Brahms tune echoed though the estate, it was a little folk tune, but he made it so much more beautiful. Like the whispers of a lover, wanting more attention.

I closed my eyes and fully enjoyed the moment; a moment that I will never forget, even when Brahms weren't beside me anymore. The rustle of the leaves announced that the man is slowly walking towards me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Brahms was staring at me, apparently into deep thought.

"That was amazing, Brahms, I really love it. You should sing more, for me." I smiled a bit, not knowing that the scene of me smiling in a background of beautiful garden made a deep and unforgettable impression in his mind. My sentence somehow triggered something in him, because the next thing I know is that Brahms took off his porcelain mask and threw it as far away as possible. The poor mask hit the ground with a splatter and shattered into a million pieces, my eye followed the mask and by the time I turned them around, Brahms was already in front of me.

He held the back of my head with one hand and the other grabbed my waist and secured me in place. I still haven't realized what had just happened as he leaned down and put his lips on mine.

My first thought was, damn his lips are soft and squishy. My second thought was, he smells nice today. And my third thought was, he is actually really good looking. I think there is something wrong with me.

Brahms let go of my lips for a brief moment to again recapture them, this time more wild and passionate. He bit my bottom lip and I yelped a little, he took the chance and slid his tongue through my opening. It was hot and slimy and the sensation finally hit me what is going on.

I tried to push him back but he is just too strong, all I could do is tilt my head and let him invade me. I could've kicked and do my moves on him, but a part of me still didn't want to hurt him.

By the time he was satisfied, I thought I was going to suffocate. My lips are sure to be swollen. Brahms' hand is still on my waist and he planted one last peck on my lips before letting go. My body was shaking either with excitement or fear. Or maybe both.

Not knowing how to react, I ran away and into my room like a coward, leaving Brahms alone in the now silent garden.

Author's Notes
Hiiiiiii sorry for the late update（>ｙ<）
School started and I am constantly suffering (ಥ_ಥ)
So I might cut the plot short judging on how things go, plz bare with meeeee
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