&& YOUNG MASTER ;
【☠—;;
❝no!❞
arms crossed and puffed out cheeks. he wanted to play, not get ready for bed. though bedtime was not one of the many times of the day he had to hide. he was able to sleep in the same bed as his brother, get warm under the covers after mother and father had left. the bedtime story was retold from memory and always ended up better than the original because the two boys took the weak ends and turned it into something more. bedtime was something he truly enjoyed. but not getting ready for bedtime.
as gloved hands reached out to capture him, he zipped away, clear on the other side of the room in a matter of seconds. an amused giggle escaped his lips. this game was fun! with how concealed his life is, he tries to make the best out of it when he can, with little games such as this. he tries to live a normal life, despite the fact that his existence be kept secret from his birth parents. on the outside, he was as happy as his brother. but on the inside, there was something else. the pain of abandonment. the complete rejection of his family. the love of his brother and his butler was more than enough to cover the lack of love from his parents and keep a bright smile on his face. but it still couldn’t replace the thick blanket of sorrow laying over his heart.
as the butler’s final words are spoken as a sense of warning, the demon child stopped almost immediately. the game was over. his smile slowly dissolved, the joy in his crimson irises slowly draining. it was a fact he lived with each and every day but being reminded of it made him feel as if he had heard the cruel news for the first time.
❝right—sorry, grandpa.❞ the small child approached the man, arms extended outwards to him.
⦅ * THOUGH some may say that children grow wilder & even further reckless with every passing generation, tanaka can only disagree. having seen what is it----three generations of the bold, eccentric, intellectual men & women of the phantomhive family---- this aspect is proposed by either the young, looking back at the horseplay of their childhood, or the old, who have forgotten what children truly are. children are children, whether they're fawns, birds, or people, save for the little exception that's now slipped under the floorboards of the esteemed household. but regardless, the man has had enough experience-- a lifetime of it--to handle this situation. ' quite alright, child. let's hurry, now. we must not desire to keep your brother waiting to tell tonight's story, must we? ' & worn, but able arms reached forth to lift & secure the weight of the young one.
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