Ron had looked at him funny when he returned to the mansion that day. The scent of Blood must have latched onto him since he stayed there for too long. It was good enough that he didn't question him any further.
But other than him, no other servants came to question him or even suspect anything out of the ordinary. Which was very good, well, not like he would answer them either way.
Cale entered his room and went to his bed. The soft mattress greeted him ever so kindly and he let himself sink into the fluffiness of it's comfort. He hummed in content.
He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling,
The image of the red haired individual was still fresh in his mind. He doesn't know why, but he knows he'll see that person... 'Bob' ... soon enough;
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And he was correct,
The next time he met the other red head was three days later, at the same place inside the Rose garden.
...
White Star had been observing the child for the past three days, and the results did not disappoint him.
The child did not tell anyone about their meeting, he's not like those other children that would blabber their mouths everywhere at any chance they get. And what's more... his time was wrapped-- White Star couldn't point out how it was warped, but it was.
And his action's did not match those of an ordinary child his age,
Not to mention, he could be his new candidate for the birth of a dragon slayer. Maybe he should use the same approach as he did with the Endable Kingdom?
...
Cale had just managed to slip pass by his butler and avoid breakfast with his 'family'. It wasn't even that hard, but it was still annoying that he had to do that every time he wanted to go to his sanctuary. If he wanted this place to remain a secret.
"Hello young master,"
Cale stopped his steps,
It was Bob,
He was standing just outside the rose bush and the iron fence,
"It's... you, what are you doing here? I'm sure you didn't accidentally stumble here again, right?"
"Yes," Bob answered him innocently, he wasn't wearing a mask like last time.
His face was different from Cale's. If Cale looked innocent and noble like to other people, then he was the exact opposite.
He didn't look innocent at all, but he had the sharpness that made him look rather stoic, even with the smile, he was quite the looker. "I couldn't forget the scenery yesterday, so I couldn't help but be drawn into it yet again. Is it alright if I enjoy this beautiful scenery here, young master?"
Cale stared at the stranger for a few moments before turning away and walked towards his seat. "Do what you want" he nonthecally said,
As long as he doesn't bother me
Bob smiled at the answer, "Thank you, Young Master"
Slowly but surely
Bob thought as he pulled out a canvas from his satchel and some of his painting equipment. Bob could see that the young Henituse was sneaking glances over but pretended not to care.
He will be mine,
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This happened for several days; Bob would greet Cale and ask for permission to stay, and the other would say to do what he want and then do his own thing. Then Bob would sketch something while paying close attention to Cale from the corner of his eyes.
It repeated until Bob decide it was enough, "Young Master, are you curious?" he asked, a soft smile on his face
Cale, who had been secretly glancing his way, paused; "Yes, is that alright?"
"Yup,"
Cale slowly got off from his seat and went towards Bob. He went pass the rose bushes and got closer to where Bob was, he kept on getting closer until it was only the iron fence between them.
His pants was slightly torn from the roses thorns, but he did not care, it was just pants after all.,
Bob showed Cale his masterpiece, and Cale couldn't help but widened his eyes;
Red,
It was a picture of the rose garden with himself at the center of it all. It was such a delicate looking piece, he can't believe it was himself in it and not someone else.
Bob smirked, he had lived for so many years, such a simple painting was easy for him to paint. He could've finished it within a day if he wanted to, but for the sake of his plan, he had been dragging it for few days.
And it was worth it.
"Do you like it?" Bob asked,
"Yes..."
"Then I'm glad," Bob stood up, clearing everything except for the canvas he handed towards Cale. "Think of that as a present from me to you young master, for allowing to paint such a beautiful picture"
Bob turned around like when the first met slowly,
Cale looked at his back and looked back at the picture,
"HYUNG!"
Bob stopped and turned around,
He saw Cale holding onto the painting like it was his lifeline. The red head was now standing up and looking at him right at the eyes. Those reddish brown eyes of his seemingly stared right at White Star's soul.
"You.. you'll visit again right?"
Cale asked, a desperation masked with his usual nonchalant attitude came out from his mouth.
Bob paused before smiling, "If the young master allow this lowly being, then I will"
Cale beamed at the answer, "Then you better! and..."
Bob curiously looked at the hesitating young master, "call me Cale,"
Gotcha,
For a split second White Star's lips twitched up as his plan worked, "Okay," He replied, "But I have to go now, so see you tomorrow, Cale"
Cale nodded his head up and down, his hands still holding the painting delicately. "See you tomorrow, Hyung"
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That day, Ron became more curious as his puppy young master had another smell latched onto him. It was there before, but rather faint, but this time...
Ron bit his lips to calm himself down.
It was a smell he would never allow himself to forget, the scent of those foxes he must hunt down. The very foxes that destroyed his home.
And that painting...
He didn't remember the count, nor the countess commissioning any paintings, he also knew the young master wasn't that interested in painting. So...
...Where did he get that?
Oh how his curiosity is getting worse as days pass, He wanted to ask, but... he was nothing but a lowly servant, how could he question his liege when it wasn't his place to do so?
Should he pay closer attention?
He let out a small laugh,
How curious...
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Red Means I love you
Fanfiction(Cale x W.s) Red had meant everything to him, and one day, he saw the very red he thought he would never see again. This was reason why he started it all. . dear readers; the chapter above 'the planning' might have major spoilers for the novel...
