HIRAETH - OBEY ME

ONE SHOT - BARBATOS

SOMETHING YOU
WILL LEARN.

DEATH, GUNSHOTS.

inspired by ROBBERS by the 1975
this will be by Barbatos' POV.

THE BUTLER WAS WALKING around near the river where he saw you lying down on the ground. The sunlight glowed on your skin as he watched you cover your eyes with your arm.

He didn't understand it himself on why he accepted the offer of being an exchange student in the Human Realm.

"I can assure you that my knowledge about everything is beyond. There is no need for me to learn in the Human Realm."

Diavolo smiled, "Not everything, Barbatos."

The boy only realized your clothes after trying to dismiss what had happened from his mind.

"She's from the school I'm studying in." he murmured to himself before walking towards you.

He was hovering above you. You realized sooner that the sun was getting blocked by him, making you remove your arm from your eyes.

"Who are you?" You asked.

"The name is Barbatos, one of the exchange students. I'm also your classmate — your seatmate." he answered in a formal voice.

You searched for his eyes and shook your head, turning around to avoid facing him.

"Ah, I remember now. You're Mr. Perfect." you chimed bitterly.

He hummed in response as he decided to sit down next to you, of course, giving a respectable phrase.

"May I ask why you're lying down on the ground? You looked frustrated." he questioned, making you peek through your shoulders.

"Why do you care?"

"It is never nice to leave a damsel in distress."

You sat up straight and gave him an offended look, "I don't need a Romeo or a prince sticking their noses in my own personal businesses."

He looked up to the sky that is colored with purple, orange and red.

"Will a butler do?"

Your eyes found it's way to his as he showed no emotion — this is why you don't like him that much, he seemed... inhumane.

"You're a butler?" you slowly asked, pulling each syllables longer than usual.

"Indeed, I am." he answered with a quick nod.

You leaned back, and scanned his figure. He had his polo tucked in and his tie is tied in a perfect Windsor knot. His dress pants is obviously ironed — and the polished shoes?

"Is m'lady done in checking me out?" he teased in a quiet tone, making you look away with a huff.

"Why are you in public school if you're a butler?" you questioned, pulling some of the grass with your fingers before blowing them away, repeating the action.

Barbatos arched his back in a relaxed manner, his shoulders in loose. He spoke, "I, myself, don't know the reason. My Lord only told me that I'm missing something."

"Missing something?" You dumbly asked.

"Precisely."

He then noticed the dirt on your face. He reached out and touched your cheek, caressing is to try and clean your skin.