Chapter 4
Lately, my servant has been acting distant.
ā€œYouā€™ve changed, Ashley.ā€
ā€œAnd youā€™re lacking in common sense, Ojousama.ā€
With a deeply troubled look on his face, Ashley heaves a huge, exaggerated sigh.
ā€œExactly how old will you be this year?ā€
ā€œAshley, you meanie. Have you seriously forgotten my age? Iā€™ve never forgotten yours.ā€
ā€œWonā€™t you please have a little more self-awareness? Youā€™re already twelve years old. Iā€™ll be very troubled if you continue to act so childishly.ā€
Ashley started going through puberty once he turned ten. Isnā€™t 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 heā€™s the shortest Capture Target and all, he is already average height, if not a few inches taller. Rather, itā€™s the other Capture Targets that were too tall.
ā€œBut a twelve-year-oldĀ isĀ still a child? And besides, think of all the things that you can only do when youā€™re a kid. Thereā€™s so many things we still need to try before growing up!ā€
ā€œSpeaking of being twelve, that means thereā€™s only three years left before entering the academy. Thatā€™s the first step in becoming an adult, you know.ā€
ā€œThat means thereā€™s still aĀ wholeĀ three years before then! Right? So letā€™s sleep together.ā€
ā€œThereā€™sĀ onlyĀ three years,ā€ Ashley repeats with a look of scorn in his eyes that clearly says heā€™s looking down on me. If anyone else saw this, they would never think that heā€™s my servant or that Iā€™m his master. Looking down on someone is already considered quite disrespectful, but those eyes are something else entirely.
ā€œButā€¦ā€¦.ā€
ā€œI appreciate the fact that you are worrying about me. But Iā€™m fine. Youā€™ve already healed enough of my wounds.ā€
Today is the anniversary for Ashleyā€™s 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.
ā€œBesides, if I were to sleep on the same bed as you, even if I wonā€™t have bad dreams, Iā€™ll be troubled by lack of sleep instead.ā€
ā€œHuh? What?ā€
ā€œNothing.ā€
Iā€™ve already walked all the way to Ashleyā€™s room, pillow in hand, so I canā€™t just go back now.
ā€œYouā€™ve been so distant recently, Ashley.ā€
ā€œOnly the appropriate amount, as befits our age.ā€
ā€œPlease~ā€
ā€œDonā€™t think that you can just say ā€˜pleaseā€™ whenever you want and things will just go your way. I donā€™t want to hurt you, but even I donā€™t know what I might do if you keep acting so defenselessly.ā€
Why would a death flag suddenly appearĀ nowĀ of all times?
ā€œWhat? Ashley, you might hurt me?ā€
ā€œWell, I am a man, you knowā€¦ā€
ā€œYou 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€
ā€œIā€™m 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.
ā€œOjousama!ā€
ā€œTo 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 canā€™t even use sound preservation magic yet.
ā€œI already knew that you donā€™t 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 donā€™t 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.
ā€œYou can scoot a little closer to me, you know.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll be fighting with my reason from here on out, so pleaseā€¦ just leave me be.ā€
Iā€™m not really sure what heā€™s talking about, but Iā€™m not a stranger to the word ā€˜reasonā€™. Best not to push him.
ā€œGood night, Ashley. Sweet dreams.ā€
ā€œYeah. Thanks. Though thereā€™s no way Iā€™m 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 itā€™s currently 10 pm. I never would have thought that I might be so rudely awakened after only an hour of sleep.
ā€œAshleyā€¦.ā€
ā€œSorry, Ojousama.ā€
From his answer, it doesnā€™t seem like heā€™s still half asleep.
ā€œDid I do something to make you hold some sort of grudge against me?ā€
ā€œThisā€¦. was out of my controlā€¦. If anything, your bad sleeping habits are to blame, Ojousamaā€¦.ā€
ā€œIt seems blatantly obvious to me, that you are the one who kicked me out thoughā€¦.?ā€
ā€œIt might be true that Iā€™m the one who made you fall outā€¦.. But itā€™s your fault for getting so close to meā€¦..ā€
Even so, did he have to push me off the bed?
ā€œYou just got so closeā€¦. and at that distanceā€¦. your faceā€¦. a flowery fragranceā€¦.. it wasā€¦. niceā€¦. I couldnā€™t hold myself back any longerā€¦.ā€
He seems to be mumbling about something, but his voice is too low. I canā€™t make it out.
ā€œā€¦..Ojousama, Iā€™m taking back my apology. In the end, you were the one at fault.ā€
ā€œHow is it my fault!?ā€
Iā€™m the one whoā€™s in pain, here!
ā€œI didnā€™t want to sleep together with you in the first place. You completely ignored my warning and disregarded my refusal, so you donā€™t have the right to complain about this outcome.ā€
ā€œBut did you really need to take back your apology?ā€
ā€œTo apologize even though I did nothing wrongā€¦. Donā€™t you hate those types of servants, Ojousama?ā€ Ashley asks with an upturned gaze. That phrasing, with that look, isnā€™t 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?
ā€œAnd Ojousama, you werenā€™t the sort of person who preferred to have perfectly obedient servants who are always bowing their heads, right?ā€
ā€œI mean, that is true butā€¦.. But! Isnā€™t it fine to apologize to someone who you literally kicked onto the floor?ā€
ā€œIf I do, wouldnā€™t that be like saying that itā€™s my fault? Ojousama, you arenā€™t trying to escape all blame with this, are you? After forcing your way into my room, you donā€™t plan to say even a word of apology?ā€
ā€œThose are two different things.ā€
ā€œTheyā€™re 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.
ā€œDonā€™t tell me you plan to sleep down there.ā€
ā€œIs there a problem with that?ā€
ā€œYou seriously hate sleeping together with me that muchā€¦.?ā€
ā€œThatā€™s 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 Iā€™m up here, stealing Ashleyā€™s bed, while heā€™s forced to sleep on the floor. I feel like it would be best if I go back to my room, but itā€™s so late and the mansionā€™s so darkā€¦. I donā€™t have the courage to walk through the shadowy halls by myself.
ā€œIā€™ll sleep down there instead.ā€
ā€œIn what world is there a servant who would make his master sleep on the floor?ā€
Since heā€™s right, thereā€™s really nothing I can say in protest.
ā€œAshley, youā€™ve been so distant recently.ā€
ā€œAnd youā€™ve been saying that like a broken record recently.ā€
ā€œBecause itā€™s true! Youā€™ve 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.
ā€œIā€™m trying to break away from being a child. Itā€™s time for me to stop relying on you and letting you take care of me. Iā€™m your servant. Iā€™m not the one who should be relying on you:Ā youĀ should be relying onĀ me. Itā€™s my job to be dependable and to protect you.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t say such lonely things. I want you to keep being the cute Ashley that depends on me.ā€
I donā€™t want him to say things that make it seem like he has to go through everything alone.
Ashley, looking quite dissatisfied by this, didnā€™t even try to hold back the discontent in his voice this time.
ā€œIā€™ve been wanting to say this for a while now, but calling me ā€˜cuteā€™ all the time really gets on my nerves. Iā€™m a man you know.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s becauseā€¦.. That isā€¦. Whenever I look at you, it just ends up slipping outā€¦ Sorry.ā€
ā€œYou arenā€™t understanding me.ā€
I hear Ashleyā€™s blankets rustle as if he is tossing and turning down on his makeshift bed.
ā€œOjousama, you are so slow on some things.ā€
ā€œWhat 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.
ā€œYou donā€™t understand menā€™s feelings. Or rather, even more than that, you donā€™t seem to have any sense of danger regarding men. Iā€™m going to say this one more time but, Iā€™m a man, you know?ā€
ā€œI know. Thatā€™s why I sincerely apologized about calling you cute, right?ā€
ā€œYou also donā€™t know why you were kicked out of the bed, right? You donā€™t understand what I was trying to say at allā€¦..ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€¦.ā€
ā€œOjousama?ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€¦.ā€
ā€œAre you asleepā€¦..?ā€
This chapter is scrapped from readlightnovel.org
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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 didnā€™t meet my eyes even once.
ā€œUrg! Are you mad at me for something?ā€
ā€œNot particularly.ā€
ā€œThen look me in the eye!ā€
ā€œIs that an order?ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦..Augh!ā€
Up until now, I still have never issued him an order. Iā€™ve always managed to find my way around it. Itā€™s been a request or a suggestion or a promise, but never an order. Iā€™ve 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, Iā€™m worried that this fragile master/servant relationship that weā€™ve formed up until now might crumble. Thatā€™s why I havenā€™t done it, not even once.
Ashley also understands this, which is why he says such a thing. But if I donā€™t make it an orderā€¦.. If I make it just a request, Ashley would almost certainly refuse, right?
ā€œIf I make it an order, would you do it?ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€¦.Is that an order?ā€
ā€œAgh! Just forget it!ā€
Seeing the tears streaming down my cheeks in large rivulets, Ashley looks startled. Over the past few years weā€™ve been together, Iā€™ve very rarely ever cried, so seeing me cry now, Ashley is probably feeling quite shaken.
ā€œCecile-Ojousama.ā€
ā€œUgh, I just donā€™t 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 donā€™t want to just keep wandering around the house and letting everyone see me crying.
The only place I can think of to go is Motherā€™s room. When I get there, I knock but donā€™t even wait for a reply before bursting in. Seeing me, Motherā€™s eyes go wide in surprise.
ā€œWhatā€™s wrong, Cecile? Whatā€™s made you cry this much?ā€
Seeing Motherā€™s 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.
ā€œAshley isā€¦. Ashley is being so meeeaaan,ā€ I wail.
I tell her all about how since this morning, heā€™s 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.
ā€œCecile, do you have any idea why heā€™s acting like this?ā€
If I said I donā€™t, 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 wouldnā€™t let him sleep? But I couldnā€™t tell Mother about the fact that I had invaded Ashleyā€™s 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.
ā€œIf Ashley wasnā€™t the only one in the wrong, doesnā€™t that mean that you should apologize, too, Cecile? You donā€™t want things to stay like this between you two, do you?ā€
ā€œBut I canā€™t really figure out why heā€™s madā€¦.. And heā€™s reeeaaallly mad.ā€
Thanks to Motherā€™s caring presence, I am finally calm enough to reflect on just how selfish I had acted towards Ashley.
ā€œIf you show him in your own way how sincere you are, Iā€™m sure heā€™ll forgive you. After all, he is good boy. Isnā€™t that what you are always telling me, Cecile?ā€
ā€œShowing 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.
ā€œMother, I got it! Iā€™m gonna go get some scissors!ā€
As I am trotting out of the room, I hear Mother murmur from behind me, ā€œScissorsā€¦..?ā€ clearly perplexed.
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ā€œAshley!ā€
ā€œOjousama? About beforeā€¦ Iā€™m 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 heā€™d been sitting on.
ā€œAre you okay?ā€ I ask.
ā€œOjousama, your hairā€¦..!!ā€
Reaching out to touch my hair, Ashley starts trembling.
ā€œThis is what you call a symbol of my sincerityā€¦.. In actual fact, I was supposed to shave my head, but in the end, I didnā€™t have the courage to do itā€¦. Sorry.ā€
ā€œSincerā€¦ā€¦ What did youā€¦. Ojousamaā€™s 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 wasnā€™t 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.
ā€œI 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€
ā€œBecause 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.
ā€œI 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 Iā€™m just your servant. I shouldnā€™t be so conscious of you. I shouldnā€™t be trying to go beyond what my position allowsā€¦..ā€
ā€œSo does that mean you arenā€™t angry anymore? Thank goodness.ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦Did you even listen to a word I just said?ā€
ā€œIn summarization, you are no longer angry, right?ā€
ā€œOh, good grief. Yes. Iā€™m not angry.ā€
Lightly touching the tip of my hair, Ashleyā€™s shoulders droop almost imperceptibly.
ā€œYour hairā€¦ā€¦ā€
ā€œAshley, now my hairā€™s shorter than yours, huh?ā€
ā€œIā€™ll cut mine too.ā€
ā€œWorried about it being shorter? Either way, donā€™t do it. I love your golden hair.ā€
ā€œIs that a request?ā€
ā€œYes, itā€™s a request.ā€
Ashley said he understood and wouldnā€™t do it, but that he had a request in return.
ā€œPlease let it grow back out. I also love your hair, Ojousama.ā€
ā€œThen I guess I could grow it out again.ā€
And for a while after that, Ashley just continues to play with whatā€™s left of my hair.