âAnd youâre lacking in common sense, Ojousama.â
With a deeply troubled look on his face, Ashley heaves a huge, exaggerated sigh.
âExactly how old will you be this year?â
âAshley, you meanie. Have you seriously forgotten my age? Iâve never forgotten yours.â
âWonât you please have a little more self-awareness? Youâre already twelve years old. Iâll be very troubled if you continue to act so childishly.â
Ashley started going through puberty once he turned ten. Isnât 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 heâs the shortest Capture Target and all, he is already average height, if not a few inches taller. Rather, itâs the other Capture Targets that were too tall.
âBut a twelve-year-old is still a child? And besides, think of all the things that you can only do when youâre a kid. Thereâs so many things we still need to try before growing up!â
âSpeaking of being twelve, that means thereâs only three years left before entering the academy. Thatâs the first step in becoming an adult, you know.â
âThat means thereâs still a whole three years before then! Right? So letâs sleep together.â
âThereâs only three years,â Ashley repeats with a look of scorn in his eyes that clearly says heâs looking down on me. If anyone else saw this, they would never think that heâs my servant or that Iâm his master. Looking down on someone is already considered quite disrespectful, but those eyes are something else entirely.
âButâŠâŠ.â
âI appreciate the fact that you are worrying about me. But Iâm fine. Youâve already healed enough of my wounds.â
Today is the anniversary for Ashleyâs parentsâ 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.
âBesides, if I were to sleep on the same bed as you, even if I wonât have bad dreams, Iâll be troubled by lack of sleep instead.â
âHuh? What?â
âNothing.â
Iâve already walked all the way to Ashleyâs room, pillow in hand, so I canât just go back now.
âYouâve been so distant recently, Ashley.â
âOnly the appropriate amount, as befits our age.â
âPlease~â
âDonât think that you can just say âpleaseâ whenever you want and things will just go your way. I donât want to hurt you, but even I donât know what I might do if you keep acting so defenselessly.â
Why would a death flag suddenly appear now of all times?
âWhat? Ashley, you might hurt me?â
âWell, I am a man, you knowâŠâ
âYou 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?â
âIâm 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.â
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.
âOjousama!â
âTo have to go back to my room, pillow obviously in hand, would be disgraceful at this point, Ashley.â
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 canât even use sound preservation magic yet.
âI already knew that you donât look at me as a member of the opposite sex, butâŠ..â
Saying that, with a resigned look on his face, Ashley also finally climbs into bedâŠ. or starts to. I donât 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.
âYou can scoot a little closer to me, you know.â
âIâll be fighting with my reason from here on out, so please⊠just leave me be.â
Iâm not really sure what heâs talking about, but Iâm not a stranger to the word âreasonâ. Best not to push him.
âGood night, Ashley. Sweet dreams.â
âYeah. Thanks. Though thereâs no way Iâm going to be able to sleep at all tonight.â
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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 itâs currently 10 pm. I never would have thought that I might be so rudely awakened after only an hour of sleep.
âAshleyâŠ.â
âSorry, Ojousama.â
From his answer, it doesnât seem like heâs still half asleep.
âDid I do something to make you hold some sort of grudge against me?â
âThisâŠ. was out of my controlâŠ. If anything, your bad sleeping habits are to blame, OjousamaâŠ.â
âIt seems blatantly obvious to me, that you are the one who kicked me out thoughâŠ.?â
âIt might be true that Iâm the one who made you fall outâŠ.. But itâs your fault for getting so close to meâŠ..â
Even so, did he have to push me off the bed?
âYou just got so closeâŠ. and at that distanceâŠ. your faceâŠ. a flowery fragranceâŠ.. it wasâŠ. niceâŠ. I couldnât hold myself back any longerâŠ.â
He seems to be mumbling about something, but his voice is too low. I canât make it out.
ââŠ..Ojousama, Iâm taking back my apology. In the end, you were the one at fault.â
âHow is it my fault!?â
Iâm the one whoâs in pain, here!
âI didnât want to sleep together with you in the first place. You completely ignored my warning and disregarded my refusal, so you donât have the right to complain about this outcome.â
âBut did you really need to take back your apology?â
âTo apologize even though I did nothing wrongâŠ. Donât you hate those types of servants, Ojousama?â Ashley asks with an upturned gaze. That phrasing, with that look, isnât 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?
âAnd Ojousama, you werenât the sort of person who preferred to have perfectly obedient servants who are always bowing their heads, right?â
âI mean, that is true butâŠ.. But! Isnât it fine to apologize to someone who you literally kicked onto the floor?â
âIf I do, wouldnât that be like saying that itâs my fault? Ojousama, you arenât trying to escape all blame with this, are you? After forcing your way into my room, you donât plan to say even a word of apology?â
âThose are two different things.â
âTheyâre the same.â 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.
âDonât tell me you plan to sleep down there.â
âIs there a problem with that?â
âYou seriously hate sleeping together with me that muchâŠ.?â
âThatâs not really itâŠ.⊠You really are so frustrating sometimes, Ojousama.â
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 Iâm up here, stealing Ashleyâs bed, while heâs forced to sleep on the floor. I feel like it would be best if I go back to my room, but itâs so late and the mansionâs so darkâŠ. I donât have the courage to walk through the shadowy halls by myself.
âIâll sleep down there instead.â
âIn what world is there a servant who would make his master sleep on the floor?â
Since heâs right, thereâs really nothing I can say in protest.
âAshley, youâve been so distant recently.â
âAnd youâve been saying that like a broken record recently.â
âBecause itâs true! Youâve been acting so coldly towards me. You used to rely on me moreâŠ. Even if you were a bit cheeky, even back then.â
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.
âIâm trying to break away from being a child. Itâs time for me to stop relying on you and letting you take care of me. Iâm your servant. Iâm not the one who should be relying on you: you should be relying on me. Itâs my job to be dependable and to protect you.â
âDonât say such lonely things. I want you to keep being the cute Ashley that depends on me.â
I donât want him to say things that make it seem like he has to go through everything alone.
Ashley, looking quite dissatisfied by this, didnât even try to hold back the discontent in his voice this time.
âIâve been wanting to say this for a while now, but calling me âcuteâ all the time really gets on my nerves. Iâm a man you know.â
âThatâs becauseâŠ.. That isâŠ. Whenever I look at you, it just ends up slipping out⊠Sorry.â
âYou arenât understanding me.â
I hear Ashleyâs blankets rustle as if he is tossing and turning down on his makeshift bed.
âOjousama, you are so slow on some things.â
âWhat sort of things am I slow at!? Be more specific!â I cry, completely offended. But Ashley just heaves a sigh even deeper than his usual one.
âYou donât understand menâs feelings. Or rather, even more than that, you donât seem to have any sense of danger regarding men. Iâm going to say this one more time but, Iâm a man, you know?â
âI know. Thatâs why I sincerely apologized about calling you cute, right?â
âYou also donât know why you were kicked out of the bed, right? You donât understand what I was trying to say at allâŠ..â
ââŠâŠâŠ.â
âOjousama?â
ââŠâŠâŠ.â
âAre you asleepâŠ..?â
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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 didnât meet my eyes even once.
âUrg! Are you mad at me for something?â
âNot particularly.â
âThen look me in the eye!â
âIs that an order?â
ââŠâŠ..Augh!â
Up until now, I still have never issued him an order. Iâve always managed to find my way around it. Itâs been a request or a suggestion or a promise, but never an order. Iâve 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, Iâm worried that this fragile master/servant relationship that weâve formed up until now might crumble. Thatâs why I havenât done it, not even once.
Ashley also understands this, which is why he says such a thing. But if I donât make it an orderâŠ.. If I make it just a request, Ashley would almost certainly refuse, right?
âIf I make it an order, would you do it?â
ââŠâŠâŠ.Is that an order?â
âAgh! Just forget it!â
Seeing the tears streaming down my cheeks in large rivulets, Ashley looks startled. Over the past few years weâve been together, Iâve very rarely ever cried, so seeing me cry now, Ashley is probably feeling quite shaken.
âCecile-Ojousama.â
âUgh, I just donât know anymore!â
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 donât want to just keep wandering around the house and letting everyone see me crying.
The only place I can think of to go is Motherâs room. When I get there, I knock but donât even wait for a reply before bursting in. Seeing me, Motherâs eyes go wide in surprise.
âWhatâs wrong, Cecile? Whatâs made you cry this much?â
Seeing Motherâs 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.
âAshley isâŠ. Ashley is being so meeeaaan,â I wail.
I tell her all about how since this morning, heâs 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.
âCecile, do you have any idea why heâs acting like this?â
If I said I donât, 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 wouldnât let him sleep? But I couldnât tell Mother about the fact that I had invaded Ashleyâs 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.
âIf Ashley wasnât the only one in the wrong, doesnât that mean that you should apologize, too, Cecile? You donât want things to stay like this between you two, do you?â
âBut I canât really figure out why heâs madâŠ.. And heâs reeeaaallly mad.â
Thanks to Motherâs caring presence, I am finally calm enough to reflect on just how selfish I had acted towards Ashley.
âIf you show him in your own way how sincere you are, Iâm sure heâll forgive you. After all, he is good boy. Isnât that what you are always telling me, Cecile?â
âShowing sincerity in my own wayâŠ..â
What can I do to physically show someone my sincerity? As Mother keeps drawing her fingers through my hair, I suddenly have an epiphany.
âMother, I got it! Iâm gonna go get some scissors!â
As I am trotting out of the room, I hear Mother murmur from behind me, âScissorsâŠ..?â clearly perplexed.
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âAshley!â
âOjousama? About before⊠Iâm sorâŠryâŠâŠâŠ. Your hairâŠ..!?â
I find Ashley in the library, studying, and when I call out to him he turns around and nearly falls off the chair heâd been sitting on.
âAre you okay?â I ask.
âOjousama, your hairâŠ..!!â
Reaching out to touch my hair, Ashley starts trembling.
âThis is what you call a symbol of my sincerityâŠ.. In actual fact, I was supposed to shave my head, but in the end, I didnât have the courage to do itâŠ. Sorry.â
âSincerâŠâŠ What did youâŠ. Ojousamaâs hairâŠ..â
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 wasnât 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.
âI hated the idea of things remaining so awkward between us soâŠ.. I was hoping that you would forgive me in return for cutting my hair.â
âBecause of that youâŠ.. your hairâŠ.. Ojousama, you sacrificed your beautiful hair for that?â
It is a little out of my expectations that he would look this much like he wants to cry.
âI 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 meâŠ. It was vexing, watching you come to sleep in the same room as me without a care in the worldâŠ.. But Iâm just your servant. I shouldnât be so conscious of you. I shouldnât be trying to go beyond what my position allowsâŠ..â
âSo does that mean you arenât angry anymore? Thank goodness.â
ââŠâŠDid you even listen to a word I just said?â
âIn summarization, you are no longer angry, right?â
âOh, good grief. Yes. Iâm not angry.â
Lightly touching the tip of my hair, Ashleyâs shoulders droop almost imperceptibly.
âYour hairâŠâŠâ
âAshley, now my hairâs shorter than yours, huh?â
âIâll cut mine too.â
âWorried about it being shorter? Either way, donât do it. I love your golden hair.â
âIs that a request?â
âYes, itâs a request.â
Ashley said he understood and wouldnât do it, but that he had a request in return.
âPlease let it grow back out. I also love your hair, Ojousama.â
âThen I guess I could grow it out again.â
And for a while after that, Ashley just continues to play with whatâs left of my hair.