āAnd youāre lacking in common sense, Ojousama.ā
With a deeply troubled look on his face, Ashley heaves a huge, exaggerated sigh.
āExactly how old will you be this year?ā
āAshley, you meanie. Have you seriously forgotten my age? Iāve never forgotten yours.ā
āWonāt you please have a little more self-awareness? Youāre already twelve years old. Iāll be very troubled if you continue to act so childishly.ā
Ashley started going through puberty once he turned ten. Isnāt that a little fast? I had wanted him to stay cute until at least 15! And ever since then, these sorts of conversations had been commonplace between us.
Over these last few months, his voice has started to change and he has grown taller than me. Even though in the game he was sensitive about being short, since heās the shortest Capture Target and all, he is already average height, if not a few inches taller. Rather, itās the other Capture Targets that were too tall.
āBut a twelve-year-oldĀ isĀ still a child? And besides, think of all the things that you can only do when youāre a kid. Thereās so many things we still need to try before growing up!ā
āSpeaking of being twelve, that means thereās only three years left before entering the academy. Thatās the first step in becoming an adult, you know.ā
āThat means thereās still aĀ wholeĀ three years before then! Right? So letās sleep together.ā
āThereāsĀ onlyĀ three years,ā Ashley repeats with a look of scorn in his eyes that clearly says heās looking down on me. If anyone else saw this, they would never think that heās my servant or that Iām his master. Looking down on someone is already considered quite disrespectful, but those eyes are something else entirely.
āButā¦ā¦.ā
āI appreciate the fact that you are worrying about me. But Iām fine. Youāve already healed enough of my wounds.ā
Today is the anniversary for Ashleyās parentsā deaths. On the first anniversary, Ashley suffered from nightmares, so after that, every year on this day, I suggested that we should sleep together. It seemed like the perfect solution, since this allowed me to distract him a bit.
āBesides, if I were to sleep on the same bed as you, even if I wonāt have bad dreams, Iāll be troubled by lack of sleep instead.ā
āHuh? What?ā
āNothing.ā
Iāve already walked all the way to Ashleyās room, pillow in hand, so I canāt just go back now.
āYouāve been so distant recently, Ashley.ā
āOnly the appropriate amount, as befits our age.ā
āPlease~ā
āDonāt think that you can just say āpleaseā whenever you want and things will just go your way. I donāt want to hurt you, but even I donāt know what I might do if you keep acting so defenselessly.ā
Why would a death flag suddenly appearĀ nowĀ of all times?
āWhat? Ashley, you might hurt me?ā
āWell, I am a man, you knowā¦ā
āYou should apologize to all the men in the world. If everyone committed criminal acts just because they were male, this world would already be in ruins. What do you think it would be like if, just because you were a man, you would have to become a murderer?ā
āIām not really talking about killing anyone, first of all. Second of all, I feel like there seems to be some sort of huge misunderstanding somewhere, but whatever.ā
At this moment Ashley lets his guard down. He is staring off into space with this dead look in his eyes, so I see my only chance. I quickly climb into his bed.
āOjousama!ā
āTo have to go back to my room, pillow obviously in hand, would be disgraceful at this point, Ashley.ā
Ashley so rarely raises his voice, I wish I could have recorded it this time. A world without such helpful gadgets really is inconvenient, and I still canāt even use sound preservation magic yet.
āI already knew that you donāt look at me as a member of the opposite sex, butā¦..ā
Saying that, with a resigned look on his face, Ashley also finally climbs into bedā¦. or starts to. I donāt think he ever finished getting in, actually. He is laying so close to the edge that it looks like he might fall off at any moment.
āYou can scoot a little closer to me, you know.ā
āIāll be fighting with my reason from here on out, so pleaseā¦ just leave me be.ā
Iām not really sure what heās talking about, but Iām not a stranger to the word āreasonā. Best not to push him.
āGood night, Ashley. Sweet dreams.ā
āYeah. Thanks. Though thereās no way Iām going to be able to sleep at all tonight.ā
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The next thing I know, gravity is waking me up: I spend an uncomfortable moment suspended in the air, and then there is a dull pain spreading throughout my body from my hitting the floor. I had fallen out of bed, or rather, it seems that Ashley kicked me out. So for a moment I just lay on the floor, motionless with shock.
The clock shows itās currently 10 pm. I never would have thought that I might be so rudely awakened after only an hour of sleep.
āAshleyā¦.ā
āSorry, Ojousama.ā
From his answer, it doesnāt seem like heās still half asleep.
āDid I do something to make you hold some sort of grudge against me?ā
āThisā¦. was out of my controlā¦. If anything, your bad sleeping habits are to blame, Ojousamaā¦.ā
āIt seems blatantly obvious to me, that you are the one who kicked me out thoughā¦.?ā
āIt might be true that Iām the one who made you fall outā¦.. But itās your fault for getting so close to meā¦..ā
Even so, did he have to push me off the bed?
āYou just got so closeā¦. and at that distanceā¦. your faceā¦. a flowery fragranceā¦.. it wasā¦. niceā¦. I couldnāt hold myself back any longerā¦.ā
He seems to be mumbling about something, but his voice is too low. I canāt make it out.
āā¦..Ojousama, Iām taking back my apology. In the end, you were the one at fault.ā
āHow is it my fault!?ā
Iām the one whoās in pain, here!
āI didnāt want to sleep together with you in the first place. You completely ignored my warning and disregarded my refusal, so you donāt have the right to complain about this outcome.ā
āBut did you really need to take back your apology?ā
āTo apologize even though I did nothing wrongā¦. Donāt you hate those types of servants, Ojousama?ā Ashley asks with an upturned gaze. That phrasing, with that look, isnāt he just too sly? Saying it like that, it feels like he knows how disturbingly good looking he is. Way. Too. Sly.
How many times will I cave just because of this beautiful face?
āAnd Ojousama, you werenāt the sort of person who preferred to have perfectly obedient servants who are always bowing their heads, right?ā
āI mean, that is true butā¦.. But! Isnāt it fine to apologize to someone who you literally kicked onto the floor?ā
āIf I do, wouldnāt that be like saying that itās my fault? Ojousama, you arenāt trying to escape all blame with this, are you? After forcing your way into my room, you donāt plan to say even a word of apology?ā
āThose are two different things.ā
āTheyāre the same.ā He replies instantly, giving me no room for objections, even as he is giving me his hand to pull me back onto the bed. After seeing me comfortable, he then gets out of bed himself. He folds a single sheet in half and lays that on the floor, then grabs a blanket and throws himself down on his new, makeshift bed.
āDonāt tell me you plan to sleep down there.ā
āIs there a problem with that?ā
āYou seriously hate sleeping together with me that muchā¦.?ā
āThatās not really itā¦.ā¦ You really are so frustrating sometimes, Ojousama.ā
Seeing me still sitting up in bed, Ashley tells me to lay back down and then promptly burrows into his blanket, wrapping himself up like a burrito.
I continue to stare at him for a moment, but my eyes start to sting so I quickly look away, feeling frustrated. I lie down and stare at the ceiling for a while, trying over and over again to fall asleep, to no avail. I just keep thinking about the fact that Iām up here, stealing Ashleyās bed, while heās forced to sleep on the floor. I feel like it would be best if I go back to my room, but itās so late and the mansionās so darkā¦. I donāt have the courage to walk through the shadowy halls by myself.
āIāll sleep down there instead.ā
āIn what world is there a servant who would make his master sleep on the floor?ā
Since heās right, thereās really nothing I can say in protest.
āAshley, youāve been so distant recently.ā
āAnd youāve been saying that like a broken record recently.ā
āBecause itās true! Youāve been acting so coldly towards me. You used to rely on me moreā¦. Even if you were a bit cheeky, even back then.ā
While I continue to stare up at the ceiling, I feel a bit lonely. I wonder if this is how a big sister feels when her little brother tries to distance himself from her.
āIām trying to break away from being a child. Itās time for me to stop relying on you and letting you take care of me. Iām your servant. Iām not the one who should be relying on you:Ā youĀ should be relying onĀ me. Itās my job to be dependable and to protect you.ā
āDonāt say such lonely things. I want you to keep being the cute Ashley that depends on me.ā
I donāt want him to say things that make it seem like he has to go through everything alone.
Ashley, looking quite dissatisfied by this, didnāt even try to hold back the discontent in his voice this time.
āIāve been wanting to say this for a while now, but calling me ācuteā all the time really gets on my nerves. Iām a man you know.ā
āThatās becauseā¦.. That isā¦. Whenever I look at you, it just ends up slipping outā¦ Sorry.ā
āYou arenāt understanding me.ā
I hear Ashleyās blankets rustle as if he is tossing and turning down on his makeshift bed.
āOjousama, you are so slow on some things.ā
āWhat sort of things am I slow at!? Be more specific!ā I cry, completely offended. But Ashley just heaves a sigh even deeper than his usual one.
āYou donāt understand menās feelings. Or rather, even more than that, you donāt seem to have any sense of danger regarding men. Iām going to say this one more time but, Iām a man, you know?ā
āI know. Thatās why I sincerely apologized about calling you cute, right?ā
āYou also donāt know why you were kicked out of the bed, right? You donāt understand what I was trying to say at allā¦..ā
āā¦ā¦ā¦.ā
āOjousama?ā
āā¦ā¦ā¦.ā
āAre you asleepā¦..?ā
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Ashley is in a foul mood.
When he woke up this morning, he refused to meet my eyes even when he was greeting me. As he was walking me to my room, he acted so aloofly, he was practically ignoring me. And then, the moment we reached my door, he turned tail and left me standing there alone. This whole day, he didnāt meet my eyes even once.
āUrg! Are you mad at me for something?ā
āNot particularly.ā
āThen look me in the eye!ā
āIs that an order?ā
āā¦ā¦..Augh!ā
Up until now, I still have never issued him an order. Iāve always managed to find my way around it. Itās been a request or a suggestion or a promise, but never an order. Iāve always left it up to Ashley to make the final decision whether to do or not do something, and it is only in these moments when he asks me this, that I have to resort to try asking him for favors. If I ever were to issue an order, Iām worried that this fragile master/servant relationship that weāve formed up until now might crumble. Thatās why I havenāt done it, not even once.
Ashley also understands this, which is why he says such a thing. But if I donāt make it an orderā¦.. If I make it just a request, Ashley would almost certainly refuse, right?
āIf I make it an order, would you do it?ā
āā¦ā¦ā¦.Is that an order?ā
āAgh! Just forget it!ā
Seeing the tears streaming down my cheeks in large rivulets, Ashley looks startled. Over the past few years weāve been together, Iāve very rarely ever cried, so seeing me cry now, Ashley is probably feeling quite shaken.
āCecile-Ojousama.ā
āUgh, I just donāt know anymore!ā
Ashley stretches out his hand towards me, but I just turn around and flee. I think of going back to my room, but then I would just feel even more miserable. I also donāt want to just keep wandering around the house and letting everyone see me crying.
The only place I can think of to go is Motherās room. When I get there, I knock but donāt even wait for a reply before bursting in. Seeing me, Motherās eyes go wide in surprise.
āWhatās wrong, Cecile? Whatās made you cry this much?ā
Seeing Motherās concerned face as she beckons me over, it feels like a dam has broken behind my eyes as a fresh wave of tears overcomes me. I throw myself into her waiting arms as I start sobbing.
āAshley isā¦. Ashley is being so meeeaaan,ā I wail.
I tell her all about how since this morning, heās been in an awful mood and how, just now, he had been so unkind to me. All the while, Mother just gently strokes my head, quietly listening to me and nodding along.
āCecile, do you have any idea why heās acting like this?ā
If I said I donāt, that would be a lie. I must have angered him somehow yesterday. Is it because he got sore from sleeping on the floor? Or maybe because I just kept talking and wouldnāt let him sleep? But I couldnāt tell Mother about the fact that I had invaded Ashleyās room last night nor about him having to sleep on the floor. No master would want to admit to such a shameful act.
Seeing me hesitating, Mother seems to realize that the reason is hard for me to talk about, so she just laughs lightly and combs her fingers through my hair.
āIf Ashley wasnāt the only one in the wrong, doesnāt that mean that you should apologize, too, Cecile? You donāt want things to stay like this between you two, do you?ā
āBut I canāt really figure out why heās madā¦.. And heās reeeaaallly mad.ā
Thanks to Motherās caring presence, I am finally calm enough to reflect on just how selfish I had acted towards Ashley.
āIf you show him in your own way how sincere you are, Iām sure heāll forgive you. After all, he is good boy. Isnāt that what you are always telling me, Cecile?ā
āShowing sincerity in my own wayā¦..ā
What can I do to physically show someone my sincerity? As Mother keeps drawing her fingers through my hair, I suddenly have an epiphany.
āMother, I got it! Iām gonna go get some scissors!ā
As I am trotting out of the room, I hear Mother murmur from behind me, āScissorsā¦..?ā clearly perplexed.
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āAshley!ā
āOjousama? About beforeā¦ Iām sorā¦ryā¦ā¦ā¦. Your hairā¦..!?ā
I find Ashley in the library, studying, and when I call out to him he turns around and nearly falls off the chair heād been sitting on.
āAre you okay?ā I ask.
āOjousama, your hairā¦..!!ā
Reaching out to touch my hair, Ashley starts trembling.
āThis is what you call a symbol of my sincerityā¦.. In actual fact, I was supposed to shave my head, but in the end, I didnāt have the courage to do itā¦. Sorry.ā
āSincerā¦ā¦ What did youā¦. Ojousamaās hairā¦..ā
I had cropped it. My hair, which had been down to my waist before, is now much shorter, just barely reaching my shoulders. Though it wasnāt until I had already finished that I realized that this world had probably never seen a bob before. But, well, what could I do? I realized it too late.
āI hated the idea of things remaining so awkward between us soā¦.. I was hoping that you would forgive me in return for cutting my hair.ā
āBecause of that youā¦.. your hairā¦.. Ojousama, you sacrificed your beautiful hair forĀ that?ā
It is a little out of my expectations that he would look this much like he wants to cry.
āI was the one being so selfish. I just got angry of my own accord because I was forgetting my social standing. The one who should be apologizing is meā¦. It was vexing, watching you come to sleep in the same room as me without a care in the worldā¦.. But Iām just your servant. I shouldnāt be so conscious of you. I shouldnāt be trying to go beyond what my position allowsā¦..ā
āSo does that mean you arenāt angry anymore? Thank goodness.ā
āā¦ā¦Did you even listen to a word I just said?ā
āIn summarization, you are no longer angry, right?ā
āOh, good grief. Yes. Iām not angry.ā
Lightly touching the tip of my hair, Ashleyās shoulders droop almost imperceptibly.
āYour hairā¦ā¦ā
āAshley, now my hairās shorter than yours, huh?ā
āIāll cut mine too.ā
āWorried about it being shorter? Either way, donāt do it. I love your golden hair.ā
āIs that a request?ā
āYes, itās a request.ā
Ashley said he understood and wouldnāt do it, but that he had a request in return.
āPlease let it grow back out. I also love your hair, Ojousama.ā
āThen I guess I could grow it out again.ā
And for a while after that, Ashley just continues to play with whatās left of my hair.