the gardener - komahina

two

-Hajime's POV-

I felt the familiarity of my body moving on it's own, my feet softly thumping against the crimson carpet. My thoughts stayed slightly delirious, since being dragged into the head-space so suddenly took a slight toll on me.

What the hell happened? I asked. My, seemingly rasp, voice echoed over and over inside my head as I waited for him to respond.

I was drawn out. The deeper voice then responded. I inwardly cringed: I was with Ko when Izuru was apparently dragged out. I put the peices together in my mind to figure out why the hell my protector was summoned.

I'm guessing he mentioned a main trigger, huh? Actually saying what that trigger is was a big struggle for me, but only one could cause a switch like that so suddenly. He obviously didn't mean it.

Hajime felt his own eyes rolling at him. Obviously not, Izuru responded.

Once again, the rhythm of feet tapping gently against the carpet was the only noise to reach the boy's ears. The light that shon through the glassed windows was a pretty mix of orange and purple. As the ordinary boy's eyes drifted unwillingly towards the cream walls, he noticed a lack of portraits. Yes, there were one or two of Ko, but all the rest were beautiful landscapes of foreign countries.
I wonder why there aren't any pictures of his ancestors. Hajime wondered to himself.

You'll have to wait and see. Izuru responded, almost mysteriously.

I stopped Izuru from walking, and relaxed my posture. I then turned my head fully to a large painting of a green countryside. I took a couple steps closer to take in more detail, such as the carefully placed blades of grass. The realism of it was stunning.

Looks like it was made in Novoselic. The red-eyed boy informed me. I cast my eyes to the golden plaque imprinted onto the dark brown frame that shined slightly in the sunset.

"I suppose you're right... that's in Europe, too," I said aloud, my voice matching my slight feeling of curiosity. "But why of a place so far away?"
My mumbled voice was not replyed to, and Izuru once again took over my body and walked us to our room.

The servants quarters were hidden within the walls of the palace, like most are. The hidden door was decrectly hidden on the corner of the staircase, the only thing pointing out the fact there was a door was the petite, round and silver plated door handle. Watching as my hand reach, twist and pull the door open, I heard two pairs of footsteps trot up the staircase. I turned my head over my shoulder as the two males stode past me as if I were invisible.

"I'm telling you- that guy was so handsy with him!" The first one said, louder than he should have. He had unnaturally unpleasant neon pink hair, coming down to about his shoulders. His eyes were the same colour. Kirumi hadn't introduced me and him yet - and I doubt she formally will - but I assued we would get each other's names eventually.

The other male next to him was tall and slender, a magenta scarf wrapping around his neck. They had already past him now, so that was the only definitive feature I could make out. I hoped we would get to know each other soon - reason being I truly didn't want to become the loner who only talks to himself.

Don't you have the Prince?  Izuru said, making me jump a little.

I guess, but he won't be here all the time, will he?  I responded, my face glum.

I sighed and Izuru took control of my body and guided us through the small, winding and well used corridors. I occasionally threw a few glances into the rooms with doors open. They all seemed to be laundry rooms or bedrooms filled with beds.