[Kaguya]

Yuki walked behind his brother like a scared child, they had went from being beaten, abused and humiliated, to being used as dolls and humiliated. When they had changed to their former master they thought their fate had been set in stone, he had been kind enough, they where never 'touched', given what they needed to survive and as a gift for being porcelain dolls where each given a simple yet elegant sash. Things had changed again and once again they where in limbo unsure of what would happen as the prince they where going to be serving had demanded them both as tributes for his birthday present.

Walking up the long path from the gate to the mansion like palace his eyes tried to look for any sign of life on what seemed to be a desolate wasteland void of life. Stopping for a second he looked to his brother “What did we do this time to be sent away?” he whisper lowering his head, as his head moving forward, his hair followed covering his face almost like an avalanche. He felt like they where back with their parents and being punished all over again. Quickly however he began to walk again knowing his brother would end up dragging him if he didn't start moving.

Getting to the door he moved forward and opened it for Yukio, as he was younger it was expected of him with their upbringing “The door was a jar, seems like we where expected about this time” he whisper, however if even a gentle breeze passed his words would have been easily drowned out. Waiting for his brother to pass him, he removed his shoes as was customary from where they where from and took his hand once more for safety as they walked into their new cage.

His ice blue eyes looked around in wonder to the architecture that was all around them, taking note on the beautifully crafted marble floor to the alabaster pillars and cherry wood furnishings with deep crimson cushions of silk and velvet. It was now he noticed the long red velvet drape curtains and tapestries on the wall, the whole scene was overwhelming to him and so he shook a little. This had only been the main hall, it was so big he swore that a circus and a kabuki could take place at the same time without any difficulties and still have a little room to hold a feast comfortably.

By looks alone you would have never been able to tell one from the other, but that is why though they matched in clothing they wore opposite colours, Yuki wearing mostly white and Yukio in mostly ice blue. It had been the only way their former master had ever been able to tell who he was speaking to. Now finished inspecting the main hall and getting over the initial shock of how big it was he noticed a small table at the foot of the stairs, once again letting go of Yukio's hand he moved to the table as he noticed their was something on it. Seeing one of the envelopes having their names on it he opened it and tried to read it.

Yuki was dyslexic, however it didn't help their parents didn't help them learn such a skill anyway, it had been eta who took the time to help them learn reading and writing, so he found such a task difficult, moving his finger over the words as he tried to sound them out in his mind “Yukio sempai...” he say standing in front of the other bowing a little, thinking he got what the note said “Our room is room seven, we have to unpack and be ready to start working for our master as soon as possible” he whisper not wanting to disturb their master's household after only being inside it for only a few moments. He handed Yukio the letter so he could double check what was said, he wasn't ashamed he had difficulties, but he wanted to make sure the information was accurate, once again his hand moved into his brothers hand.