The Leviathan's Rose

Chapter 4 - Oh The Woes of Not Being a Rose

There were days when Haru forgot how much older he was than Jamie. Most days he forgot the boy was four years younger than him. Jamie was only sixteen, yet his mind seemed older, far older. 

His warm chocolaty eyes had memorized Jamie's expression when he told him just how loved he was. He stared up at the cream colored ceiling, the thick brown frames of his glasses creating a border in his vision. The soft bed beneath him cradled his muscled body as he laid in silence. 

It was true, Jamie was incredibly loved. Not just by the people at Rosewood Hall, not just by his friends, but by other members of Leviathan. Haru clenched his fists, his knuckles going white. The Master himself loves Jamie, more than any of his other children. It was irritating, knowing that he and the rest of Leviathan's members would never get the praise and attention that Jamie did from their Master. Even when he actively fought against Leviathan, the Master still loved him. 

Jamie was the ultimate prize, the icing on the cake, the one thing the Master of Leviathan wanted above all. 

Haru understood how the Master viewed the world. To him, the world was a garden. The world's current leaders were poison in the soil, slowly seeping into their heirs. Among all of the dead flowers, the corrupt people, Jamie was Leviathan's rose. He was perfect in the Master's eyes. And the Maravish Royal Family were nasty, vile roots, forever tying Jamie down. 

Haru winced sharply, releasing the death grip he had. Small crescent moons were etched into his palms, blood getting under his nails and slowly welling up in his palms. He sighed, blowing a stray strand of hair from his face. 

And the Master would do anything to cut those roots off, to save his precious Jamie. 

Haru padded to his bathroom quietly, his white socks making a barrier between him and the cold floor. He flicked the lights on, the yellowy-white light bathing the room in contrast to the moonlight outside of Haru's glass balcony doors. A quiet ringing filled the air. He sighed, carefully reaching into the pocket of his sweatpants for the phone he'd smuggled into his Rosewood Hall. 

He cursed softly when he saw the calling ID. He carefully pressed the phone to his ear and used his shoulder to keep it there. 

"How is the plan going Hinamori?"

Haru bristled at the name. The cold water flowing against his hands felt more icy than before. A shiver crawled up his spine. 

"I thought Phi told you to stay out of this Ingrid." Haru said coldly.

"I was told not to make direct contact with the targets-"

"And from the evidence you've left on Lottie and Jamie you disobeyed that order."

Ingrid hissed at the two names. 

"Listen Hinamori, I've paid the price and dealt with the punishment. I'm only talking with you to make sure you're doing your job." The anger in her voice was the mos prominent, but Haru caught the slight whimpering when she talked about how she paid for her actions. 

"Why do you want to know so badly Ingrid? You have been calling me non-stop since I arrived here. Judging by the way Phi described your condition after you left Rosewood Hall, I'd guess that Jamie did a number on you-"

"Shut up."

Haru stumbled back, he'd never heard Ingrid sound so... shaken. Stray droplets of water fell from his hands, quickly ascending to the surface of his socks. He could hear a couple of them hit the floor over Ingrid's staggered breathing.