[Kaguya]

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Feel free to read, but if your names not on the list then your not coming in. This Rp is yaoi based so if you don't like it then the door is over there. ~points~ Feel free to use it. =3

Scenario:-

A man who owns a mansion decided that is was much to lonely and decided it was time to buy some new slaves with the up keep of his precious home. He Finds three slaves he likes the look of and takes them home giving them the rules... but he wants to make things more enjoyable for himself saying he goes to events and dinners frequently and would take his favored with him, and would every now and then lavish a gift on the one he favored.

The slaves never knowing what it was to be favored by their previous masters. See this as a challenge wanting to be the favorite they do everything in their power to make themselves look good while making the others look bad... What none of them know is their master has cameras everywhere in the mansion and can see the goings on...

With this we shall begin...

[Kaguya]

Eric Davidson

Name:
Eric Davidson

Age:
21

Date of birth:
October 14

Nationality:
Taste the maple *shot* (Canadian)

Personality:
A quiet and reserved young gentleman. Well mannered, being as nice as he can for the most part, he will not be cruel unless it is warranted. He doesn't ask for much, but when he asks for something he does expect it to be done and as promptly as possible. As everyone his age he does have certain urges but being brought up as he had been he is more reserved on the matter and so has became a closet pervert.

Physical description:
Ruby red hair halfway down his back, usually tied back in a loose ribbon, the color is dependant on his mood at the time. His right eye that remains a deep sea blue while his left eye is constantly changing this to can also show his mood. Wearing nothing but the finest, his clothing is always made of silk, equipped with a handful of rings on his left hand.

History:
Eric lived a happy life with his mother, not knowing his father all that well as he died when Eric was still very young, but his mother use to tell him stories about him so he knew what kind of man he was and the kind of man he wanted Eric to grow into. At the age of six Eric was sent to the most prestigious boarding school in the world, after all he was his mothers pride and joy and she wished to give him the very best start in life. His mother even went to the manor they owned a few miles away from the school so Eric could return home every weekend with her.

But shortly after his eighteenth birthday he was given some terrible news from the headmaster of his school, he was told that his mother had been killed on her way to visit a friend. He didn't take well to the news as was to be expected and closed out on himself, it was also at this point his left eye for some strange reason would change color to mimic how he was feeling.

Now aged 21 he has inherited the family title, everything was left to him, a small percentage of the family fortune however was used to start a foundation that was to help less fortunate children get a good education and things they and their family needed to survive. Moving to the family mansion he found it Eerie as his distant relatives relieved all staff of their positions wanting to give the head of the family a fresh start.

Reference pic:
WIP

Yuki Saito

Name:
Yuki Saito

Age:
17

Date of birth:
19th September 1993

Nationality:
Japanese

Personality:
Just as his name suggests, Yuki is as innocent as the newly driven snow and so can seem naïve at the best of times, but does his best to try and keep up. Friendly, loyal and eager to please he seems some what childish, but do not underestimate his willingness for advancement.

Physical description:
Yuki stands at 5'7”, and is lean through not eating a lot, he has bright ice blue eyes and his long white flowing hair stops at the small of his back, tied back with a simple piece of torn ice blue fabric so it doesn't get in the way. He wears simple white cotton clothing that are worn down showing proof of his station in life, however he wears an ice blue sash that looks brand new, the sash is turned to the left, because of his long hair and slender form he looks very feminine.

History:
Being brought up in a noble traditional Japanese household, you would believe they where safe, but that couldn't be further from the truth. They where children of rape and unwanted by either mother or father. Their mother showed them distane and gave them humiliation daily as they where a constant reminder of the event that had past, their father tortured and beat them every chance he got, for something that they had no control over, but somehow they managed to hold on and pull through after all Yuki and Yukio had each other for support.

Even though their life had been one filled with pain and ridicule, they where happy in their life though they where kept within the house and forbidden to even talk to the eta, they soon found emotional and physical comfort within the other. One night however their lives where going to change and for the worst, their father had gotten drunk as he often did and built up a massive debt in the family name, even if he was to have given everything to the winner it wouldn't have settled the debt.

On the day the debt was to be settled, the collector came calling, noticing the twins an evil grin crossed his face, the boys where rare because of their physical appearance and knew they where worth a lot more than what the debt was worth, so came to a deal with their father that he would sell his children to him, the debt would be settled and he would even give some funds additional. Their father never thought twice and before they knew it they where in a home home they didn't recognize, their belongings taken from them and giving the minimum they needed to survive being used as decorative dolls, dressing like geisha to make him look good.

A year after gaining his new assets the prince's 21st birthday came up and he demanded tribute from any one who held any sort of power, dressing the two up as beautiful dolls once again was now his downfall as the prince now wanted the two and refused to be denied. Obediently their master handed them over and now they are in their third home unsure of what lies for their future

Reference pic:
>to come<

Yukio Saito

Name:
Yukio Saito

Age:
17

Date of birth:
19th september 1993

Nationality:
Japanese

Personality:
Yukio is strong willed and overly protective of his younger sibling, to the point he will argue and even become disobedient to keep him safe. That is only part of him over all he is friendly, loyal and happy to help, he comes over as cold, but this is just a façade he shows to protect himself and Yuki from the pains they have suffered throughout their lives

Physical description:
Yukio stands at 5'7”, and is lean through not eating a lot, he has bright ice blue eyes and his long white flowing hair stops at the small of his back, tied back with a simple piece of torn white fabric so it doesn't get in the way. He wears simple ice blue cotton clothing that are worn down showing proof of his station in life, however he wears an white sash that looks brand new, the sash is turned to the right, because of his long hair and slender form he looks very feminine.

History:
See Yuki

Refrence pic:
>to come<

Christophe Molyneuz Blanchard

Nom Complet
Christophe Molyneuz Blanchard
L'âge
Eighteen
Birth-Certificate Data
Le 14 de juillet, 1992
Natonalty
français,
Personality
Christophe is a strong willed male, but has a caring side as well. He is a bit bossy which sometimes gets him into trouble which he slightly enjoys sometimes.
Physical Appearance
Christphe was a male of around 5'9", he has rather long hair, around shoulder leant, in a colour of black but his hair does show proof of being dyed. His eyes were of a crystal blue colour, his skin tone is light. His tongue is pierced. His body shows that he is thin but does has muscles as well. He has a scar on his neck from an attack when he was six years old. He is seen always wearing a silver coloured necklace, that has a feather shaped at the end of it.

Historic Past
Christophe was born and raised within the metropolitan land that is Paris, within the European country of France. Christophe grew up with only a mother as his father was murdered several days before he was born, his father was part of the UNIFIL Army while they were stationed in Lebanon and that is where he was killed.
At the age of six himself and his mother were brutally attacked while walking home from the school Christophe was attending, from this attack Christophe's mother lost her life protecting Christophe and all he sustained was a cut on his neck which caused heavy blood lose but he survived the attack, from now on he had been shipped from foster home to foster home for four years until he was adopted at the age of ten.
At the age of sixteen he had ran away from the house on which he was adopted to due to several abusing claims and one almost rape incident. From then he has had several 'masters' and has also robbed just to be able to live. He never saw a picture of his father which made Christophe guessed his mother was ashamed of him. Christophe only has a necklace that his mother gave him seconds before she was killed.

Photograph of Reference
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[Uzekins]

Eric was waiting patiently in the master suite of his mansion. Today would be the day he was set to get some help around his lonely, very empty mansion. He'd earned it through his mother's will. The only problem was, she never left any of the staff members with it. He'd grown up in this very house, but back then they had about 50 staff workers around to keep everything tidy and kept up.

They were due to arrive at any given moment. He cut to the chase, getting his extended family to choose the best they could find. He didn't talk with them much but accepted the challenge. He was just glad he wouldn't be lonely any more. He kept his cameras on as he waited, watching his big screen for them to come. It was the only room in the mansion where he could not hide the cameras. He also had a secret room in the mansion where more than one tv was located, a Surveillance room. He had given directions from the hall for them to go to their designated rooms he'd picked out to get unpacked and ready to work.

He decided to check the secret room as he would be able to watch in case they arrived at once or something. His cerulean eyes darted to the screens in front of him as he entered the room. It was only accessible from his own room. His ruby hair was tied back in a black silk ribbon and pulled to the side. He often played with his hair in different styles to whatever he felt. It was long enough so he could do lots with it.

[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.

[Judas]

Christophe Molyneuz Blanchard

Christophe walked up the solid concrete steps towards the gigantic mansion, dragging alongside himself was a maroon coloured suitcase, Christophe had a little difficulty dragging it up onto the very top step before he placed his hand on the door handle, shaking slightly he opened the door of the mansion as he was directed to within the letter that he had received several weeks prior to himself coming to the mansion. Upon opening the door the very first thing that he saw of the inside was the shining marvellous marble flooring. Christophe was slightly impressed as this would be the place on which he would be living at for God Only Knows how long...the letter he had received did not given directions on how long he would have to stay at the mansion but told of the salary and what kind of jobs he would have to be doing as well.

Upon opening the front door Christophe saw two other people at a table, Christophe raised his eyebrow before shaking it away and quietly walked towards the table, his suitcase wheel's glided across the flooring, making hardly a noise. As he walked towards the table he noticed how large the room was...this couldn't compare to any other room in the house...could it? Nevertheless He continued walking, soon he was within inches of the two other males, he made no noise until he got close to them, "Excuse-moi" Christophe said to them as he went through the middle of them, feeling that he may of disrupted them but he wasn't going to make any greetings at the moment. Sighing slightly as he scratched his blacked hair he let go of the suitcase and picked up the envelope that was on the table, Christophe raised his eyebrow a bit as he noticed that the person who wrote them got his full name right...not many people have ever done that. After a second he began to open the envelope that revealed a map of the mansion and a further note. Christophe nodded every so often as he read through the note before placing it and the map into his coat pocket before he began to walk, he had been assigned to Room Eight..." Roum eig'ht " It sounded like that was what he was saying as he began to walk towards his room, his accent will always be there no matter what...he may even mispronounce words as well and may swap them for the french also.

[Yokuutsu]

Yukio is the leader of the two, like always, but he fits into the role easily. It fits him…or he’s made himself fit that role. He prefers to not think of the past, at least not at this point. It really has no bearing on what is happening now…except maybe having the endurance to go on through this since Yukio and his brother have went through worse in the past. He is not happy about being someone’s birthday present, but there is nothing they can do about it now…and probably not ever either, but they’ll both see as they go, now won’t they?

“We’re still alive. And someone with more power wanted us. And those with power always get what they want.” While those without, like the two brothers, are as they are now. No good choices because they have no power. And in this world, it seems very hard to gain power. And Yuki is right about his brother dragging him if need be. This is their present and future as of now. Running would only cause more problems for the two…or delaying the inevitable.

Yukio just smiles a bit, an almost invisible smile as his brother opens the door. He heads in, taking off his shoes as well. “Well, we were expected, brother. This person gets what he wants when he wants it I bet.” He’s never been in the position as his own is obviously…otherwise he wouldn’t be where he is now, but that doesn’t matter at all now. He just lets Yuki takes his hand. They could both use comfort deep down, even though Yukio isn’t showing it. He needs to be the strong one, the rock in the storm called their lives, but, as long as he has Yuki, he’ll do it gladly.

Yukio is also taking the area in, mainly for landmarks and the like. He doesn’t want to get lost in this large place. That would be embarrassing and possibly end in a punishment which he doesn’t want either. He tugs his brother closer as he notices the shaking. “Calm down. It’ll be alright since we have each other.” He tries to say in a soothing voice.

He follows behind his brother, a bit disgusted in a way by all the extravagant things. In his mind, it is a waste of money. How many people could have been fed or clothed or kept warm with all the money it took to have these things? But, it isn’t his money so he has no choice of what happens with it.

Yukio doesn’t interrupt or take the envelope from his brother. He’ll at least let Yuki try his best at reading the letter. Yuki can’t become any better at reading unless he practices the skill. It’s the same as learning from your failures (or successes). Yukio takes the letter looking over it, checking Yuki’s work in a way. “That’s what it says. Good job.” He says softly. He’s glad, underneath it all, that his brother is getting better at reading.

Yukio narrows his eyes a bit at the other male busting up in between them, but he says nothing for now. He thinks it is more prudent at the moment not to. He moves and takes his brother’s hand. “Let’s get to our room.” He says softly to Yuki before starting to lead the way to their room.

[Kaguya]

Yuki looked to his brother as he spoke “We aren't alive Yukio sempai, we just exist at the whim of another” he say quietly, no matter how it went history seemed to repeat itself on them, same old life just a new owner and location “Can we break the cycle?” he would ask his elder brother, walking within him a little. He really didn't want to be here and could tell Yukio didn't either but nothing good would come from delaying their fate. He just wanted to break down and cry and though he wanted to try and be strong like his brother so held back his tears.

Nodding hearing they must have been expected “The door was a jar so it would seem we where” he whisper “Yukio sempai, he is our master now we can't think like that... we can get punished” he say in small voice his eyes looking around as if he felt they where being watched “Do you feel eyes on us?” he ask his voice shaking showing he was unnerved at the thought. Feeling his hand being taken he smiled weakly glad for his siblings strength, he knew if it hadn't been for Yukio he would have given up and perished by now,

Being brought closer he placed his head on his brother's chest instantly feeling safe, Yukio was more than a sibling to him, he was also his best friend and parent in away always giving him support, guidance, comfort, he even gave him some of his food when his own wasn't enough. On hearing the words of comfort he nodded “As longs we are together we're safe right, we can get through anything” he say smile, nuzzling into his brothers chest a little.

Hearing himself being praised “I'm improving, but it still takes me a long time to read it, and some of the long words are very hard” he say he sounded almost defeated but smiled remembering that he done it well, he managed to read the letter “D-do you think master will allow me time to do studies if I'm good?” he would ask, he wouldn't hold his breath as they where here to serve and if he was learning he couldn't forfil his duty to their master.

Seeing the other man come into the area he clung to Yukio as if the newcomer was there to do him harm, now he shook a little more as the comfort was lost. He wondered why he sounded so strange moving between the two languages but said nothing believing to would do more harm than good. His hand being taken again he nodded and followed without question, to the near buy door with their designated number on it. Releasing his brother's hand he opened the door and walked in.

Looking around the room was far more simple than the main hall but then they where slaves and didn't deserve such luxurious things as their master of his friends. There where two beds both had plain white cotton blankets, the curtains where ice blue and also made of cotton, the walls had nothing on them “Would you like the left or the right?” he ask not making a move until the other had decided which bed he wanted, but then it wouldn't matter as he would just end up sneaking into his brother bed anyway

((Sorry about it not being to good I am needing to rest))

[Uzekins]

Eric spied through the hidden cameras, figuring since they were all there he could at least let them get to work. The first day would be slacked a bit. He let the intercom come on as he buzzed into the two rooms. "You may take the time provided to get unpacked and more comfortable. Today will be more slack than any others as you are not yet familiar with your surroundings. Feel free to roam around. Be aware the front door and gate are auto-locked."

He then decided to order some take out for the first day's supper as they arrived around 4 pm. He would order 2 large pizzas. Both pepperoni and cheese since he didn't know which they would prefer. He was being nice since he didn't know what else to do either. He hoped his kind words would get them to obey him with whichever needs he had.

He still would need more staff but those three were more promising to be treated as favourites. So if he did gain more they would mainly be cleaners and gardeners, nothing more. He would give them an hour or so before announcing it was time to eat and it was a treat this day because it was the first day. He also would take this time to sit and eat with them to get to know them a little more.

[Judas]

Christophe Molyneuz Blanchard

Christophe fiddled with his envelope as he began to walk, his eyes scanning the surrounding area, he was heavily impressed on the building so far...it was lavished...heavily at that. The hanging santeliers...the portraits...the marble flooring...this room itself most cost around over €2 million...probably around $1.8 million.

"Cet place...so...like...Château de Versailles...beautiful..." Christophe said to no-one in perticular as he walked, remembering his trip to the Versailles Palace (French Above), everything in that building was made for the building...and it is probably the same here as well. Well now he knew what styled his new master liked...lavished...expensive no doubt. As he began to leave the main room and enter the corridor Christophe ignored the other two for a few seconds as he took in his surroundings again. "Jest...Beautiful..." While he was in school he had learned to appreiate art in all it's forms.

Christophe soon made it in front of the door labelled 'Number 8' , he let in a deep breathe before he placed his hand on the door handle, he knew for a fact that since they were servents they would not have any luxiouries...or probably be allowed to have some that they already have. Pushing down the handle he saw the room, it was very simple, one bed, one window, and nothing on the walls...that's pretty much it. Going towards the bed he pulled over his suitcase and sat down, looking around slight, he felt as if he was in a jail cell slightly.

Looking around his so-called 'jail cell' he gave a slight sigh before he began to go to his suitcase and was about to open it when he heard a voice, he looked around and saw the small grey intercom box within the room. Christophe looked at it for a few seconds, his eyebrow raised before nodding slightly, he might as well chnage his clothes...for he will see his new master for the first time...time to look presentable!

Christophe began to unpack several pieces of clothing that he could wear but decided that he would only change his shirt. Taking off the white shirt he had to show his untouched torso he pulled on a blackish coloured shirt and a almost cotton black jacket that would move at the sight of any wind. He then fell back onto his bed, looking up at the empty ceiling.

After a couple of moments Christophe got up from the bed, relaxed himself slightly before he went to the door and opened it u[p, leaving his new bedroom he closed the door behind him and began to wander the hallways, getting very impressed on what was in the house...everal busts of different people, probably past owners of the house since they looked elderly. Soon he stopped in front of a window and looked out, the view...speecless Christophe was...he had always taken beauty and art as one and the same. Christophe held himself as he looked onto the beautiful view before beginning to walk again, still holding onto himself, he may become lost soon.

[Yokuutsu]

“Existence is all we will have. It is our lives.” Yukio does have a point there, but existence isn’t really a life either. Even he knows that. “Maybe. People have been able to break whatever cycle they were in before…we might be able to.” He doesn’t want to just come out and say yes to his brother. He doesn’t want to give Yuki too much hope in case if it is dashed…but he doesn’t want to leave his brother without any hope either. Without hope, great men become nothing and Yukio doesn’t want to see his brother become anything like that.

“I see nothing wrong with speaking the truth.” Even though Yukio has been punished for it multiple times over the years. Though, for now, he isn’t saying anything horrible. He’s just stating an observation; otherwise they would still be dolls essentially. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he was somehow watching. “ Yuki hasn’t been known to be paranoid or anything so if he thinks someone if watching them….they probably are being watched.

Yukio smiles a bit as his brother leans in and nuzzles a bit, even though Yuki can’t see it. Deep down, he wishes he could at least get his brother out of this life. But…then what would Yuki do? They’ve really never known anything outside the world of being controlled, of being slaves. He doesn’t want to shove Yuki into that alone either. He knows Yuki could get hurt out there on his own, but…maybe…someday they can both get out and be able to actually live their own lives. “Of course we’ll get through anything.” They have so far. Why would this change anything now?

“It’s good though. Even though it takes you awhile, at least you can read it.” There are people out there who can’t even do that much. Slow reading is better than not being able to read at all, at least that’s how Yukio sees it. “He might, but we haven’t met him yet…so…neither of us know what kind of person he might be.” He’s heard stories of terrible masters….and other stories of masters who seem like a godsend or something.

Yukio is not happy about the broken contact. The new one didn’t have to go through them. He could’ve done something else, but it isn’t worth it. Now, if that man was trying to take Yuki’s food…that would be worth it in his mind. And so, he takes his brother’s hand and off to their room they go, leaving the other one to do whatever he wishes.

Once in their room, Yukio looks around the room. It’s simple…well…not compared to some places they have stayed, due to their masters or other circumstances, including punishment. Compared to those, this place is lavish. Extremely so. Yukio sits down on the bed to the right. “This one.” They both know what’s going to happen anyway, so it doesn’t matter which one he picked.

Yukio kind of jumps at the intercom. He’ll get used to it soon enough….it also gives more of a hint that they probably are being watched. It isn’t like he has anything to unpack really. What would he have? “Do you want to explore Yuki?”

[Kaguya]

Yuki looked to his brother when he spoke about existence and the cycle they seemed to endlessly be in “Just existing makes us a hollow shell...” he say in a quiet voice, he knew it was no life to live and he knew it was one they both wanted to leave, on hearing others may have broken the cycle before, he smiled. Yukio always told him stories of people who started out like they where and through one simple twist of fate everything changing and the person being someone of importance. Those stories filled him with hope that they to might find that one thing that would change their fate.

“Truth is one of the seven codes of bushido, but if nothing nice can be said then it shouldn't...” he shuddered a little remembering the time he himself had been punished by their father for calling him a good for nothing drunk in anger. Though it was the truth he was beaten within an inch of his life and it was because of it he was so skittish and quiet about everything afraid that the same punishment would come again if he said anything bad at all. “If our master is watching us, then I would guess it would be through cameras, and with how much money he has... he would have enough to make sure they where never found even if we where looking for them” he say holding the other's hand, his voice showed it was both an opinion and an observation on the subject.

Looking up from the nuzzle he smiled hearing Yukio speak, it was true they had been through very bad things in their past and yet when they where about to breakdown, or give up mainly himself on both, the other was always their to remind them that as long as they where together nothing in the universe could effect them. “We'll get though it, we have each other... that's all we need” his voice showed a lot of love and devotion to his brother, he believed he needed nothing else so longs he had Yukio there to help protect and nurture him.

Yuki giggled a little innocently at his brothers praises, he was happy that he was making his brother proud of him “I hope he isn't like our first master..” he say clenching ad his sleeves looking down. Their first master knew that he was dyslexic and still gave him duties that required him to read like going to get the shopping with a shopping list, telling him he wasn't allowed to ask for help to get the items. Sometimes he came back with the wrong items and was punished by not being given meals for that day.

Looking around the room once more he walked to the opposite bed and sat at the very edge,and looked for his brother for a moment, he was happy that their master seemed kind enough to allow them to remain in the same bedroom, but he also felt like their could have been a hidden agenda to such kindness. As he was about to open his mouth to ask Yukio something he heard a voice coming from the grey box at the bottom of their small room. It startled him so much he fell off the bed and landed on the floor. They didn't have much to pack a night yukata each, three extra pieces of fabric each to place in their hair and three changes of clothing identical to what they where wearing minus the sash.

Standing he rubbed his behind a little to sooth the pain away “We can go explore, but I'd rather explore the garden” he say with a smile, he loved to be surrounded by beautiful things, and flowers reminded him of them as they to where trapped but where still vibrant and full of life. He knew however as the doors where automatically locked there would be no chance to go to the garden but looking out the window would make him happy “Perhaps I can even cook!” he seemed excited at the thought, it had taken him a bit of time to learn how to do so as it was all trial and error on recipes but he cooked well enough now that you would have though he was professionally taught by a world class chef

[Uzekins]

Eric was casually checking all three on his monitors. He felt he didn't need to use the speaker function to hear what they were saying as it wasn't necessary right now. He preferred to not listen in on things unless it was a certain situation. This was not one of those cases so he was fine with muting it.

He would mention about the garden at another time. It had a secret entrance to get to it which did not involve doors. Instead there was an entryway that led to the garden. He wondered if anyone would find it without him saying anything or not. He noticed they started drifting out of their rooms to go and explore. That was good. Though one might need a map.

"Supper is in 50 minutes. Hope everyone likes pizza. If not eat it anyway it won't kill you." Eric said into the intercom as he made it go off for the whole house this time. "Tomorrow is where things get into the steady pace of things." He would have one of them cooking and the others would choose their speciality.

[Yokuutsu]

“But…without that hollow shell for now…we can’t become something different in the future.” Yukio just means that if they don’t keep on going for now, they can’t become better in the future. Though that doesn’t mean Yukio is happy about the shell thing, but it’s what they’ve got for now. Those stories also give Yukio hope, but what gives him more hope, truth be told, is seeing his brother willing to keep on going after all that had happened throughout their lives.

“True, but very few people follow those codes anymore…otherwise…” Otherwise their lives would be much different at this point, now, wouldn’t they? But that is just Yukio’s point of view. Everyone has a different one. “I still want to find these cameras…if he is watching.” Only because it would be kind of creepy to have cameras in the bathrooms. He’s not too big on him or his brother being watched taking a shower or anything of the like. If it was just him being watched, he wouldn’t be too happy about it, but he’d be much happier than his brother being watched. He knows what some people are like and what they’d do, possibly, to him and his brother. He shakes his head a bit, trying to push away those thoughts for now.

Yukio smiles softly before pulling Yuki over and hugging him close. “We’ve gotten through everything together so far. We’ll continue to do so.” It’s not like he’s going to like Yuki by himself or anything. That would hurt them both too much. He just holds his brother tighter at the mention of their first master. “I will protect you.” He can’t let that happen again. Back then, he had no clue what to do. But now? Still no clue really, but he won’t allow it this time. What was done to Yuki…was just cruel, but Yukio always made sure his brother got something to eat.

Yukio chuckles a bit before going to help his brother up. “Well, let’s look then….there’s probably a way out there…there isn’t a point in a garden if people can’t go out and enjoy it.” That’s what gardens are for. Some are for specifically meditation…and others to remind us of the beauty that still exists in the world. “Maybe we’ll be able to go into the garden someday.” He smiles a bit at Yuki’s excitement. “Maybe the master will let you cook, but that’s up to him.” Of course.

[Kaguya]

Yuki looked at him for a moment thinking about shells for a moment “Shells are like a cocoon to make a butterfly?” he would ask simply trying to work through things in his mind, the way Yukio had made it sound was that this was only going to be for a while and eventually they would get rid of the shell and be come whole and beautiful, and that filled him with happiness and hope. Hearing Yukio talking about people no longer following the codes they where brought up with he looked down.

“But we still follow them right, we're good boys” he seemed unsure, he didn't want to bad, because he knew punishment followed when they where bad, it had always been that way, but because of how they where raised he was unsure when he was being good and when he was being bad so he always double checked with Yukio “But how would we find them, camera's can be very small and with the mountain of wealth master has we'd never find them” he hadn't realized he had just repeated himself, not that it would matter, he knew it was the truth.

He hadn't even thought of camera's potentially being in the bathrooms, after all in his mind nothing interesting ever happened in the bathroom and he was innocent enough to believe that no one could be perverted enough to look on someone’s body except if they loved them especially if they where boys.

Yuki giggled happily being hugged closed “Yup, so longs we have and we will do” his voice showed he felt completely safe with his brother there with him, hugging him back he hopped that would give him some sort of happiness, it was the only thing he could ever do but he never thought that if was enough for all that Yukio done and put himself through to help him. Feeling the hug tighten he look to his brother and shook a little knowing exactly why he was doing it “I know but I don't want you to get hurt anymore because of me” he say in a quiet voice

He felt like the cause of many of the problems because he couldn't understand or work as fast as many of their masters had wanted “I am trying to improve so you don't get hurt but...” he looked down sad he knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the tool box but he did try, but no matter what it always seemed like he was so many steps behind he would never catch up. “Promise you won't get into trouble because of me” he say quietly clinging to his brother, he was afraid that he would be taken from him as it had happened a few times as a punishment for misbehaving

“Well lets look for a way to the garden, there might be a secret door or something” he say with a grin as they began to walk but then he tilted his head “If we can get out to the garden couldn't we run?” he say his innocence easily shown through his question, biting his lip after a minute and shook his head, his long snowy white hair dancing around his form “Nevermind, we wouldn't get far and if we did we would have no where to go” he say as he worked out the cons of what he suggested.

“I like garden's they are outside, and beautiful and peaceful and everything seems in harmony” he say looking out the window seeing the garden “So beautiful” his voice sounded distant as he got lost in the marvel that was the garden “I hope so, it's the only thing I can do right to prove I'm not a waste of space” his smile faded, he had been called so many names by the ones who owned them and their friends that he started to believe that he wasn't worth anyone's time; if it hadn't been for Yukio he would have surly taken his own life by now.

Hearing a voice coming out of nowhere he came out of his little world and jamp clinging to Yukio once more his eyes darting around the hallway “Y-Yukio...” his voice showing he was scared as he thought he was starting to hear voices “I'm hearing a voice...” he say gently, but after a minute he recognized the voice as the one they had heard in their room “Fifty minutes is that over an hour?” his voice was sincere as he asked the question

[Judas]

Christophe Molyneuz Blanchard

Christophe footsteps slightly echoed into the empty hallway, he could hear the vibration from the movement hit off the walls and expand into the forecorners of the hallway, in truth he was feeling slightly bored, not as bored as you would think. He was in a curious mood but felt like he had seen everything that there is to offer in the mansion. The flooring has been the same everywhere he went (well besides his bedroom), the walls were the same as well, the vibrant red and cream stood out from the marble made tiles that were the surface, they matches perfect which gave the annoying feeling to Christophe, he likes things to be neat but this was slightly ridiculious.

Christophe's crystal blue eyes peeked through the eyelids, taking in every piece of light he could catch as he examined the room, as he walked but then something caught his light eyes, walkign towards a class window Christophe raised his eyebrow slightly as he saw what was out there...the Garden.
The Garden he could see....all the hedges...the roses..all the different flowers and trees. The bark of the trees showed out from the garden, the light colours of the roses did also...the reds, yellows...even oranges...they give the green filled area a hint of colour. This area spoke out for Christophe as he stared at it, his hands inches away from the glass windows but decided not to touch it, in fear of desicrating the clear window appearance.

The next thing that catch the eyes of Christophe was the Sun, it shine dso brightly in the cloudless sky it gave enough light to see every piece of land in the garden. "Le Soliel...c'est vraiement beau..." Christophe whispered in his language tongue, meaning, 'The Sun...It Is Truely Beautiful'. Christophe felt like he must get out of this house now! He wanted to explore the area more on the outside...but how does he get outside firstly...now that is the true question.

Seconds later Christophe went into action, looking to his left and to the right, seeing the same old thing a she saw earlier he then nodded a handle on the window, raising as eyebrow he decided to walk over to the handle. He examined it for a moment before realising that it was a door. He smiled but then ignored what the master said on the intercom and continued on with his work. Christophe touched the handle and watched a sit gently went down witht he force of his hand. Once the door was opened Christophe gave a small smile as he could smell the outside...flowers he could smell...all very light. That door must be one of those garden doors. Christophe went outside onto a gravel path and closed the glass door behind him. He smiled before he began to walk on the thick gravel, into the garden....he felt alone.

[Uzekins]

Eric had noted that one of them finally found the secret door to the garden. He smirked slightly as his hidden tactics had paid off. He decided to venture out of his secret room and wrote up a letter for the boy. He would hand that to him at a later time. Within it was a little reward for finding the door. He knew nobody could run from the house from the garden as there was a 10ft fence.

The reward in question would be redeemable after they've all chosen which positions they are more qualified for. He would test them all on which they'd be good at after letting them choose. He'd still make them try out each task anyway just in case any of them got sick. Then the next in line would really be the substitute cook, cleaner and butler/gardener at least until he got more people on hand.

He walked out of his room, envelope in pocket. He decided to wander to the kitchen for a slightly small snack before the pizza would arrive as he hadn't ordered it yet. He figured he should do that soon since he didn't want free pizzas even though they were always good. He preferred to have warm pizza that was still steamy. He bypassed the twins as he roamed the halls towards the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, he routed through the cupboards and made some grocery lists for each of them. He would accompany them on the trip to pay for it all but really they needed tons of things since the cupboards were bare and the fridge was really a pity. There was only enough for maybe one breakfast. He figured they should go after supper.