Him

Chapter 2: Scream

            "Hmm...he must be having a pleasant dream. Maybe, one of those wet ones. He's smiling like a pervert. Or, is that fear I sense?"

Who? Who's that? Wait. WHO'S HERE? Snapping his eyes opened, Yaran saw an unfamiliar face grinning at him.

"Good morning." He did a window-wash wave with his hand and tilted his head to a side to complete the cute gesture.

"W-Who are you?" Yaran sat up and backed away.

"I'm..." The lad slouched forward and leaned closer to the frantic man.

Obviously, this caused Yaran to distance himself from the stranger furthermore, pressing up against the headboard of the bed.

"Your housekeeper."

"What?"

"I'm the person who cooks and cleans for you, young master."

"Y-Young master?"

"Mm-hmm...aren't you lucky to have such a good-looking me around?"

"Huh?" With widened eyes, Yaran hid his face partially beneath the comforter he had pulled up to cover himself with.

"Why are you wrapping yourself up like that? Are you naked under that blanket?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"That's unfortunate." Sighing, he shook his head. "Such a handsome face you have, yet you live with a disability."

"I don't..."

"Hear properly?" he cut in. "Yes, I could tell. You poor thing."

Unable to conceal a yawn, Yaran rubbed at the crusty residue on his eyes with the backside of his hand. His slumber was full of nightmares and completely unfulfilling. His brown tresses were disheveled to that of a lion's mane and dark roots shadowed his chin with shy facial hair. Addressing him as handsome was rather odd at the moment, but nevertheless Yaran was undeniably pleasant to the eyes despite his current state. "Why are you here?"

"To clean up the mess you've made."

"Mess?" Attempting to recall what happened last night, Yaran mumbled. "I cleaned up everything. There shouldn't be any mess."

"You left an empty bottle on the floor with beer spilled around it. Make sure you wipe it up later. I nearly slipped walking in here. It's not good. Not good at all."

"Oh?" Yaran blinked in confusion.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry," Yaran apologized.

"Don't do it again."

"Okay."

"Very well. You have a fabulous day, young master. I'll see you later."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going home to get ready for a movie date, of course. It is Saturday after all; a day to have fun with my friends. You should go out as well. Being cooped up in here by yourself will drive you insane from loneliness."

No kidding. Yaran agreed in his thoughts.

"Okey-dokey. I shall be on my way."

Yaran didn't even have time to react. His so called housekeeper disappeared as fast as he appeared. Still a bit stunned, he shifted to the edge of the bed and draped one leg off the mattress.