Masked Emotions // Dream6d

Chapter 7

Warning: Mention of death, strong language, sexual innuendos

     Vincent woke up in the morning to find Dream gone. He sat up straight in his bed, but regretted it. His head pounded with a fury. Strange, Vincent didn't usually wake up with headaches. He shook it off and began getting ready for work. He'd enjoyed his day off as much as one could when being tormented by a flirtatious hitman, but now it was time to get back into his routine.

     Vincent sighed, straightening his shirt and stepping into the hallway. It was alive with other servants, all traveling to their respective hallways. A6D wasn't too far from the servant's quarters, thankfully, so Vincent arrived soon after leaving.

     He rolled up his sleeves and got right to work. He remembered what his boss had said, and listened carefully for any approaching guards. As the hours ticked by, he only had a few incidents of having to scramble into his hiding spot. Luckily, they were not carrying the head of any of his friends, and there were no blood marks he had to cover up, so all was well.

     Vincent wiped the sweet from his brow as he scrubbed dried mud from the stone floor. There was a creak from one of the windows and he nearly jumped out of his skin. " Hey, cutie!~ How's work?"

     He groaned, knowing who it was without turning around. " Go away, I'm busy."

     " It's fine, I'll just admire from afar," Dream cooed. " Did you miss me at all? I'm sorry I wasn't there to wake you with a kiss."

     " Why are you like this," Vincent hissed. Inside, the butterflies in his stomach reacted to all of the blonde's comments. Dream snickered.

     " I'll answer your question later, for now, I think you should hide."

     Vincent's head snapped up. He turned to look at the hitman, only to find an empty windowsill. Then, he heard the footsteps. He hurried to the door behind the tapestry. He let out a small sigh of relief once the darkness enclosed him. He heard the stomping of the guards pass and he waited a beat just in case.

     The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he squeaked when something wrapped around his waist. He scrambled for his matchbox and lit the small flame. He maneuvered around, the arms still encircling him, and froze when he saw Dream's figure.

     Dream, of course, only gave off a visible smirk, but seemed too cheeky for his own good. The hitman licked his fingers and pinched the flame, causing darkness to fall once again. " You're cute when you're scared, Vince."

     " I will stab you the first chance I get," the brunette promised. Dream laughed and Vincent felt his heart skip a beat. He tensed up. What was with him, lately?! Why did this stranger affect him like that?!

     Vincent wiggled out of his grip, struggling to get away in the cramped room. Finally, he pushed out into the hallway and gasped for air. " Don't be so dramatic, I would kill to be stuck in a closet with me!"

     Vincent shot the masked man a glare. " I would do the killing for you."

     Dream poured and the servant continued with his work. " Don't you have planning to do?"

     He heard a small hum come from the blonde, but no other answers escaped him. Vincent rolled his eyes, wetting his cloth again and wiping the dust off a table. He continued with his work for the next few hours, Dream rarely spoke, unless it was to warn him of incoming guards. Thankfully, the next few times, Dream jumped out the window instead of hiding behind the tapestry.

     Finally, the bell tolled in the castle courtyard, signifying lunch. Vincent packed up his cleaning supplies and hid them from the sight of any royals. He removed his work gloves and started down a servant's hallway to the kitchen. Dream didn't say anything, and didn't follow him either. Frankly, the young man was surprised at the blonde's ability to shut up when he needed to.