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Billiam's POV

His scouter, guard, assassin, but half of the time his butler, Hubert had walked into Billiam's office, Billiam frowned, "did you forget manners?" He was ignored with a pouch of cash was thrown onto his desk.

"I'm quitting, that's the last of my loan to you."

The wealthy man rolled his eyes, "you're not quitting."

Hubert looked at him with a glare, "That's not your choice."

"I guess your choice is to let your poor family be poorer."

Hubert glared at him, "I'll find a new job."

"Oh? Who will hire someone like you? You have no skills but killing." Billiam stood up from his chair and walked over to him, towering the assassin.

"I'll probably be able to get some bounties here and there." The platinum blonde said hesitantly, they both know that one of the bounties will be fake and make him end up in jail.

"Oh, have fun doing that, you're dismissed." Billiam said with a chuckle, the human glared at him before walking out of the room.

His other butler knocked on the door, "come in!", the butler walked in with a concerned look on his face as he sat down mail on the desk.

He looked like he wanted to ask something but the pig hybrid didn't care.

Butler clenched his fists before walking out of the room when he was waved away.

The billionaire knew that Hubert is going to come back, Billiam knew the day he saw the commoner stealing jewelry from him, that human had nowhere to go but with him.

Hubert's AU 

Maybe quitting didn't play out as he wanted to, he really wanted Sir Billiam on his knees begging him to stay.

He should have known that would never happen.

He sighed as he looked at the small suitcase that was barely filled since the platinum blonde man didn't have much clothes that wasn't just a butler's uniform, which also wasn't his.

The unnamed butler came into the room, they both stayed silent as they stared at each other.

"I'm leaving." The butler quickly shushed Hubert and sighed.

They both know that the human admired their boss.

The black haired butler raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "okay I'll tell you, goddamn. Ughhh, It went differently than what I thought, I wanted to see him beg."

All he received is an eye roll from the other. Hubert sighed and shook his head "I have to suck in my guilt and ask him back?"

He cringed at the words, it sounded like he was in a relationship with him.

Butler patted his back, the blonde walked out of the room, he took deep breaths walking across the mansion to Sir Billiam's door.

He knocked on it, he heard a small "come in" making him take one last deep breath before fixing his tie and walked in.

The pig hybrid had a natural bitch face written on his face. "That's a lot sooner than I thought." He said kinda irritated

Hubert bit his lip, his irritated voice was attractive, and he knew that making him mad will torture the human if he pushed him to far.

He bowed to him, "I'm sorry sir! I lied, I don't want to quit!"

"Too late."

"Wait sir please!" 

"Give me a reason not to kick you out of my million dollar mansion?" The hybrid said with a laugh as he laid back into his chair.

"I won't do it again, and I promise I'll work harder."

"Your disposable Hubert, remember that before you storm into my office like you did the first time." He said before he and the chair moved to face his window in a dismissive manner.

The platinum blonde sighed and walked to the door, before he exited the rich man said one last thing,

"I'll have more people to feed the egg again tomorrow, remember to stay out of sight."

The thought of the egg made him remember the room that he regretted being in, it felt wrong, he wouldn't be able to hear his own thoughts, only what the egg's enticing words.

He nodded to his boss and walked out. He was going to sharpen his tools for tomorrow, but in the middle of walking in the hallway he stopped in front of a painting of Sir Billiam lll and his family.

He looked so happy and less insane, Hubert wondered if the egg changed him.

Hubert's heart ached for an odd reason for his boss, he wanted to save him, but he didn't know how.

The egg might ask for Billiam himself, 

And he knew that the rich man would happily comply.

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Hubert's POV

Everyone was sitting at the table, chatting away. Hubert and Butler were standing in the hallway next to the dining room, out of sight but loud enough to hear their master's cries for the butler.

The tall butler left as Hubert was left alone, he decided to get in place and walked to the basement.

Looking around to see no one around, he saw it was clear, opening the breaker box. 

He stopped for a moment, the white haired butler took a minute, he was forced to do this, hopefully after this he will lead his master to a better life away from murder and the egg.

He flicked all the mansion's power off, his eyes adjusted to the dark, but he was more focused on the task ahead of him, grabbing a small area he walked out of the basement, going to a guest bedroom, he saw a woman touching the wall trying to see in the dark.

The butler pitied her, but he set his priorities to please Mr. Billiam rather than a helpless girl.

Hubert swung his axe to her neck, killing her instantly, a quick death. He looked down at his suit to see that little blood splatter on his suit, great now he can't be seen. 

Opening the closet he went inside and pried open a secret door and crawled into the tunnel.

It led upstairs, when reached the end he opened the hatch and pulled himself out, he was out, looking around he realized, this was Billiam's huge bathroom, he was never allowed in the room, so he was shocked to see the room where his master gets naked in.

He groaned as he rubbed his face, Hubert needed to focus, he walked out to the master bedroom to see Sir Billiam standing blankly with blood all over him, a lamp was broken next to a limp body.

Hubert being a worried simp he walked over to him, he checked if he had hurt himself.

"Don't touch me..." a small whisper that was barely heard. The man didn't listen to him. He checked his hands to find a glass shard. 

He took it out, continuing to look he was stopped by the billionaire harshly pushing him away, the butler looked up at his master, "I TOLD YOU TO NOT TOUCH ME." He raised his voice.

The white hair man then saw it, Billiam's beautiful blue eyes were red, the egg red. It made the male worry, "Sorry sir, I won't do it again." He quickly bowed with his head touching the floor.

"You're lucky I keep you around." The male said as he put the toe of his shoe on Hubert's side of his stomach. "You're disposable." his shoe dug into him, "You're lucky I don't punish you."

"Yes, I am very grateful sir." That seemed the man was content with his answer and took his shoe away.

"Great, now go kill for me." He said with a chuckle before walking away.

Hubert took deep breaths as he clutched his side, he slowly got up and took a minute to recover enough to walk around. 

The white hair male went back through the hidden passageway. This time he followed it to the kitchen, someone was eating a lot from the fridge, back facing the butler. 

Taking out a knife from it's set, he stabbed the man, stuffing his mouth full in his back. He slumped down on the butler, getting more blood on him. 

Then he heard a door open, "Hey do you kn-" the woman had paused when she saw the scene then screamed. 

The platinum blonde took out the knife from the body and ran after the girl, she wasn't fast in her heels, so when she tripped he found his opportunity and stabbed her 5 times. 

The slippery blood made his hold on the knife slip, cutting his palm. Cussing he held his hand close to himself. 

The urge to go to a first aid kit to patch himself up was strong, but he had to get his job done.

The lights were now turned on, someone had gotten to the power breaker. 

He slowly got up and tried to act like his hand wasn't hurting a hell of a lot, but it seemed like he would never stop being self conscious about it. 

He heard Sir Billiam laughing maniacally from afar, it chilled him to the bone that wasn't him, it was just the egg controlling him. 

Then the nameless butler came out from the dining room, his clothes drenched with blood. He looked over at Hubert and put the thumbs up, the killing was over for at least the week.

The white hair male had gotten first aid with his hand wrapped, also bandaging the butler's wounds.

Sir Billiam had put them to work right away with Hubert taking bodies to the hidden egg room while the butler made him dinner  (Billiiam didn't eat during the party since he thought the people were lower than him.)

The egg called for him, sung his name in his ear, trying to control him, the male definitely isn't going to have the egg do that to him. 

When he was finished he cleaned himself up. He quickly ran to the door for the dining room, once again with the nameless butler. 

Hubert took a peek through the door to see his master had his hand on his head obviously having a headache, but he did notice his eyes were back to it's lovely blue.

Hubert hated the egg and he had to get his master away very soon.

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Hubert's POV

The next day dream did less work since his hand was itchy from the wound. Luckily Sir Billiam was nice enough to give him less tasks.

But at the end he did the normal amount because the nameless butler had to catch his slack, so even if the butler said it was fine, it wasn't and he did the normal work anyways.

During breakfast the rich man asked for blood, the two servants were confused about what he wanted. His eyes were once again red, Billiam threatened their lives.

Both of them had to go pin their master's to the ground as he had his 'temptrum' even during Billiam's worse Hubert didn't stop seeing his beauty.

The master had gone blank, the two servants had quickly gone to the kitchen in fear that the pink haired would yell at him if he woke up from the mind control.

"I think we should drag him out now because it's getting worse." Hubert whispered to the butler.

The brunette thought about it for a second before nodding and actually talked. "how?" It was like a whisper that sounded so vulnerable.

"Just distract him, I'll start a fire, just protect him, I'll be behind you guys." The butler nodded, getting up and walked to the dining room again to serve their master.

Hubert started packing the important needs, even stealing (he'll give it back so is it really stealing?) Important documents for the 3 of them, cards, a small picture of Billiam to put in his pocket, and some clothes that don't look as expensive.

The white haired male thought things through he knew that a mansion going up to flame is going to have the cops and firefighters called.

The egg wasn't even done eating so the body remains was likely found, and they would be all the major suspects, they needed to stay low.

After packing he heard Billiam yelling his name, it sounded so elegant for someone who is actually mad.

Hubert sighed, "Sorry sir, this is for your own good." He said to himself, more to encourage himself than to really say sorry.

He grabbed the alcohol and spilled it all over the kitchen, He heard a similar sound of steel toed shoes walking down the hallways.

The male cussed and lit up a match and threw it on the ground. He picked up the suitcase as the fire started, Sir Billiam burst out of the door.

"Wh ar-" He stopped yelling when he saw the fire, "HEHHHHH? YOU STARTED A FIRE?!" The rich man quickly ran to the fire extinguisher, the nameless butler looked over at Hubert.

"Sir, we need to go, it's too late."

"No it's not. Leave if you want to, but I'm protecting the egg." He said as tried to extinguish the fire.

the brunette butler grabbed a pan and knocked Sir Billiam out, it was weird to see their master 'sleeping' 

Hubert sighed and put down the suitcases, "You carry this, I'll carry him." Half of him said that because the other butler was weaker and the other half was the white haired male just imagining having a romantic scene.

The walk out of the  mansion pained him, he could hear the egg yelling out for them to get back to it.

When they got up everything was silent, the group walked for a distance to watch the mansion, only one window was shown with fire, they had an estimate of 15 to 45 minutes before the cops came.

hurrying up they walked to the back gate and snuck out of the premises.

The nameless butler lead them to a forest. "Okay, we need to change."

"What? But Sir isn't awake to change."

"We can't go anywhere with these clothes without being spotted, change him yourself!" 

Hubert put his master down and glared at the butler, "I'm not going to ruin the master's dignity!"

the brunette slapped the platinum blonde. "He's too selfish to even have any dignity! You need to stop thinking about him as your master if we're going on the run!"

The male stayed silent, that was the most words that the nameless butler spoke the whole time he had known about him.

"I'll do it myself then!"

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Hubert's POV

The nameless butler had run off the white haired male to a different part of the woods.

Hubert was pacing around a tree like a dog impatiently waiting for it's food. 

He thought about the opportunity he missed and that he didn't trust the butler to undress the master.

Just as the white haired man was about to go check up on them the nameless butler called for him to hurry fast in a worried tone.

Running over he saw the master shirtless, he was half awake in haze, but it looked like vines engraved into his skin.

"It looks like it's from the egg..." The butler said as he pressed behind Sir Billiam's ear, his pressure point and the male went back to sleep. 

"Do you think we are too late?" The brunette asked as he looked over to Hubert.

"Well, let us hope the vines will die off since it's away from the egg." He said as he tried to pry it out, but got too scared that it would hurt his master.

From the distance they heard the sirens of cops, fire trucks, and medic cars. 

The platinum blonde groaned and quickly ruffled Billiam's perfect hair to look less regal and rub dirt on his face.

Even when the master looked less than lavish. Taking out his jewelry made Hubert realize that the emeralds had actually cracked. 

"Did he always have these?"

"He would never wear cracked things."

"Yeah, that's what I thought." The white hair male said as the nameless butler put a shirt on him then rubbed dirt on it.

"We can't keep him asleep forever, we need a plan to keep him under wraps."

"Are you sure we can't just carry him asleep around forever?"

"No." The platinum blonde pushed the butler away before rubbing dirt all over himself and took his hair out of a ponytail. "What are you waiting for? The cops might be looking in this forest, quickly get changed." He said as he took off his vest.

The nameless butler stripped as Hubert picked up his master, carrying him on his back, "where are we going exactly?"

"Just anywhere away from authority."

"You didn't make a plan did you?"

The brunette rolled his eyes, "we are staying in an inn." He said before getting up and leading the way.

The white hair male kept trying to have a conversation, but the butler went back silent.

They walked out of the forest into the town, the passersby looked miserable, both Hubert and the butler underestimated how dirty and poor looking the middle class were.

They look out of place having dirt on their face instead of machine oil, their clothes were too refined to blend in.

"Oh wow it's Mr. Billiam!" A lass yelled then fainted on her husband. The butler started walking fast, to run away from anyone who recognized the billionaire.

Hubert looked over at the nameless butler to see if he was worried but he looked relaxed as he kept on leading the way.

They got to a cheap inn, booked a room, then his composure was destroyed, the brunette fell on the rugged couch as the platinum blonde male laid Billiam on the bed.

"I don't know what to do." The brunette groaned and covered his face. "Billiam is obviously going to wake up and skin us alive."

The white hair man rolled his eyes, "You're overreacting." He said, rolling his eyes as he turned on the tv to the local news.

Their master's face was on the tv, "butler."

"Yeah?"

"Get hair dye." The butler nodded and got up.

"Find it at least natural colour." Hubert said as he stared at the monochrome screen.

The brunette nodded and left the room. Hubert was alone; he tried to distract himself by turning the channel to some random sitcom. 

It was about some girl being a gold digger, he watched intently, it was getting to a good part.

The husband was arguing with her about the useless things she was buying, but the main protagonist shut him up with a kiss.

Hubert heard a sigh from behind him, he quickly turned around to see Billiam frowning as he watched the TV people kiss.

"What's wrong sir?"

"I want to experience love, even with money like him no one loves me."

Hubert frowned and moved to sit on the bed next to him and laid his hand on his.

"You'll find one soon sir, I have a feeling you will."

The pinkette glarred at him before laying back down with his back facing him.

"Right, you're an idiot for thinking that."

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Hubert's POV

The butler came back with a box of hair dye, Sir Billiam had none of it and yelled at the butler till the box was out of sight.

Even trying to explain it to him wouldn't work. He was on the verge of hitting the brunette, but he stopped himself and broke down crying as he hid under the covers. It made the white hair male's heart weep.

"This is all worthless without the egg." Both of the servants look at each other in concern.

"It's not worthless!"

"Oh really, what else am I going to strive for?"

Hubert took a few minutes to think it through, "uh make people more miserable by taking from the poor?" He received an elbow to the rib by the nameless butler.

"Ow! Okay okay maybe you can strive for making a family sir."

Their master uncovered his face, "no."

"But didn't you talk about wanting a-" 

"Having a love life is different from having a family." He huffed before hiding back under the covers.

"S-sir..." the butler said, now being scared to talk again.

"3 words."

"Uh, become a zillionaire?"

The male stayed silent for a moment.

"No thanks, I would have to go to prison to raise my company by customer shock and I have to change my name again, does Sir Zilliam even sound good?" 

The butler bowed and grabbed Hubert by his sleeve and walked them both to the bathroom.

"He's going to prison if we get caught by the police, I mean it might be in for life, but he isn't wron-" Hubert stopped when the nameless butler grabbed him by his ear and pulled on it. "Ow!"

"We are not going to let Sir Billiam into jail, and don't you have a crush on him?! How can you even say these things?!" He whisper yelled into his ear.

The platinum blonde's ear hurt as he tried to pry the teenager's hand away, "what am I supposed to do if he doesn't want a meaningful relationship?! What else is there then letting him do what he wants!"

That obviously didn't settle the brunette, he sat down on the toilet seat.

"Oh my God, you're an idiot! if you really love him you can try to change his mind." The butler groaned and rubbed his face.

Hubert wondered why would the nameless butler care so much for their master even though he could just run away now without any consequences.

The white hair male didn't even ask him since it was probably for a private reason.

"Now leave this room and try to make him feel better." He said harshly and pointed to the door.

Hubert groaned and walked out, Sir Billiam was out of his cocoon, putting on the dye, part of him died at the sight of that bubbly pink hair being ruined with a boring brown.

The platinum blonde had to suck it up, 'just because that lovely pink hair is gone doesn't mean his handsome master has changed.' He thought as he sat down next to him.

"Did you change your mind?" 

"Don't speak." He commanded as he watched the news of reports talking about the burnt down mansion. "What about the egg?" He asked himself as his leg impatiently tapped the ground.

"Sir?"

"I said don't speak." Hubett internally sighed and rubbed his back, luckily Billiam wasn't paying attention to tell him to stop.

The nameless butler walked out of the bathroom, looked over at them and took a deep breath, "...sir."

"What?!" He yelled at the butler, which made the brunette flinch.

"I'm going to the store to get some food for you." He bowed to him.

"Okay?! Go do that then why are you asking me?" He said as he gripped his own left arm where the red vines are most abundant.

"S-sir, I was going to ask if us mere servants could use 28 cents for us to eat as well." He said and the pinkette rolled his eyes.

"Go, 28 cents is nothing for me." The butler quickly walked out the door.

Billiam left also to the bathroom to wash out the dye from his hair. When he came back, Hubert was expecting him to be only in a towel, but to his disappointment, he actually took his clothes with him.

Even with brown hair Billiam still looks handsome. "What a sex kitten..."

"What the hell did you call me?!"

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Hubert's POV

"Stop running you disrespectful fuck!" The billionaire yelled at him as he chased the white hair boy.

"I'm sorry sir! It slipped out!" They ran around the couch, after a while Billiam stopped running, Hubert did so as well, both of them breathing heavily.

The platinum blonde walked to his master slowly, 'oh my God, is this time that I kiss him?!' Hubert licked his lips hoping they wouldn't be too dry.

When they were super close, the servant could have sworn that he saw the rich man was blushing.

Slowly he moved to kiss him, closing his eyes, he didn't notice the hand coming for his face.

He slapped him, and it stung. Hubert rubbed his cheek as he held back tears.

"Don't ever call me... s... whatever you call me that again." The male said before taking off his shoe and threw it at the platinum blonde.

He huffed and laid down on the bed, the nameless butler walked in with groceries.

Putting down the food he bowed to greet his master and then glanced at the blonde who was rubbing his cheek.

"Butler! You're here just on time, bring me my food." He said with a bit of sass.

Hubert had recovered and watched Billiam stare at the TV, absent-mindly rubbing on his arms with the vines.

"How long have they appeared?" The servant asked, the rich man looked over to him and gripped it.

"I... don't remember."

"Do they affect your health sir?"

"...I don't know, I can't feel pain anymore." He said as he fidgeted to the skin tight vine.

"How bad do you think you'll bleed if we pull them?"

"They will probably grow back..."

"True..."

The butler gave him a plate of a sandwich.

"What the hell?" He narrowed his eyes and moved the sandwich on the nightstand. "I thought you had something more fancy."

The nameless butler shook his head and stayed silent.

"Sir, we are on the run, we can't cook fancy food." Hubert said as he was passed with a slice of bread.

Sir Billiam huffed before grabbing the plate and ate the sandwich hangrily.

"Sir..."

"5 words."

"Er, egg only eats humans, vegetarian?"

"Servant, what the hell did he just suggest?"

"He's suggesting that you should go vegetarian for a short while to kill off the vines."

The rich man took a moment nodding, he seriously looked like he was going to agree.

Until he crossed his arms and glared at them, "not happening, meat is a requirement of my diet."

The butler nodded, then pulled Hubert back to the bathroom. "We are going to have to trick him or force him."

"You want to disobey our master?!"

"We don't know what those vines are doing to him! It's for the greater good for him, I'm doing him a service."

The platinum blonde took a deep breath and nodded, "fine, this is for him, even if... he hates m- us."  They both nodded before walking out the room.

"Why are you guys going to the bathroom together so often?" The billionaire raised an eyebrow. "You're not... planning against me... are you?"

"Not at all sir, we were... looking for bugs, yeah yeah, places like this cheap are just prone to have bugs, we were making sure you wouldn't have to see one."

The male smiled and nodded, "okay then, now go back in and look harder, then don't forget to check everywhere in here." He commanded.

And so both the servants searched the rooms, it was obvious Sir Billiam had learned much about bugs since they always get replaced, but both servants had told him they did even though they could get in trouble in the future.

It was getting dark, Billiam had stripped down to only his underwear and was about to sleep.

Hubert allowed the nameless butler to sleep on the couch since he was younger, the white hair boy was laying on the ground having a hard time falling asleep.

Just being in the room around a sleeping Billiam was a blessing, but it turned better when he had turned to look at the bed to be spooked by the male staring at him, he had a pout, the male noticed that Hubert had seen him.

"Servant, let me use your body as a heater."

He had to hold in a snort, but he nodded and got in the bed with Billiam who had to remind him that he was a heater and nothing else.

They both had a hard time getting in a good position, they took a long time until Billiam was comfortable being spooned and had 'forced' the platinum blonde male to tangle their legs together.

Hubert did complain just so his master would have pride of bossing him around intact.

But he still liked the intimate pose.

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Sir Billiam's POV

Forcing his servant to become his human heating, it actually reminded him of when he was a child when his mother smothered him with stuffed animals.

He missed his mother, he had kept all those stuffed animals hidden away in the mansion... which was now gone from his servants burning it to the ground.

Billiam didn't feel mad, he felt empty without the egg. The white hair servant had woken up, the rich man could feel the creep sniffing his hair.

He allowed him to do so, he knew that the servants could give him to the police, testify and have him killed. He had thought it all throughout the night.

He assumed they have his credit card, that all his important papers had burned up in the fire.

The platinum blonde had caught him off guard, he had started combing his hand through his hair.

The man was actually trying to comfort him, 'He's just trying to put you in a false sense of security, I have to act strong and put him in his place.' He thought as he took a moment before clearing his throat.

The servant flinched, Billiam turned to face him, glaring at him, "What do you think your doing?!"

"Oh u-uh... I was just checking if there were any vines in your hair." He said as he looked away, the billionare did not believe it, but he played dumb.

"Fine, but I'm getting hungry, go make me food." The male nodded and got up he was about to make a sandwich, but Billiam spoke up, "I am in a mood for sausage for breakfast."

Weirdly the servant covered his mouth and nodded before leaving the inn.

The butler was still sleeping, 'I have to restore order.' the billionaire thought as he got out of bed, putting on a shirt.

Then he took a cup of water in the cabinet, filling it to the top he walked back to the room and poured it onto the sleeping male.

He jumped awake and looked around till he looked up to see Billiam. "When did I ever allow you to sleep more than me?"

"N-never." The butler was slapped, he bowed to say his sorrys then got up to get ready.

"I never said you're allowed to talk, now what do you have planned to do?"

The butler looked at him confused.

"Oh yeah, 10 words."

"S-sir, what do you plan to do?"

The rich man looked away as he thought about it. "I-i" he lost his composure for a second, he didn't know what to do now. He cleared his throat and glared at him, "I didn't give you the permission to ask me a question, now 7 words."

The butler bowed as an apology, "I suggest we go to a new town."

"True." He stayed in main thought he didn't notice that the butler had gotten up and was standing next to him with a pair of pants.

Billiam then realized that the butler was basically telling him what to do.

He glared at him, but took it anyway and put it on, even if he felt like he was being babied by the butler basically telling him to put on pants.

His other servant came back, Billiam didn't know his name, he had no idea about him even though he had been working as an assassin for him for at least 2 years.

"Sorry sir, there was no sausages." The billionaire could just smell the lie, last time he checked there wasn't a high demand or a shortage of sausages, but he stayed silent, most likely the white haired male had his breakfast, and has the power to starve Billiam.

"...That's fine." He said before sitting at the small coffee table.

The servant took out premade cherry pie and a milkshake, which looked like it was from the peasant fast food restaurant called McDonalds.

"I know how you get when you don't have your daily amount of sugar."

"Are you patronizing me?"

"What!? Sorry sir." He said as he cut a piece of pie and served it to him.

Billiam ate some, it just reeks of peasant food, taking a drink of the milkshake. It was kinda okay, but he could tell that it was made with frozen strawberries rather than fresh ones.

He looked at the two, he wondered why they looked so miserable then he realized. 'I didn't allow them to eat at all yesterday, they must be starving.'

"We can share the pie." He sighed, both of them smiled, the platinum blonde dog hugged him.

The male sighed and pat his head,

Maybe being nice isn't too bad.

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Hubert's POV

It was the first time in a long time he had eaten a dessert. It was very sugary, the nameless butler was even stealing some of Billiam's food as he had his head set on the coffee table.

He was having digestion problems, Hubert guessed it was either too much sugar, cheap milk, or his body wasn't used to 'peasant' food.

The butler took a pause in eating and was trying to tell him something.

It took him a while to actually understand what he was mouthing, 'Hold his hand dammit, anything!' 

The male nodded and slowly rubbed his back. The male didn't move, the platinum blonde thought he was asleep.

The butler had left to go check for a route and scout for any cops, but they didn't tell Billiam, they didn't need the rich man complaining.

The servant's arm was getting tired so he took his hand off his back, "Don't stop." He growled.

Hubert had a smile, and continued to rub his back, slowly he changed rubbing his back to giving him a message.

Normally Billiam would never let to touch him, it was weird and he was confused what had changed, especially when he used him as a heater last night.

"God, you really suck at a massage."

"It would be better if you didn't have a shirt on."

"What's the difference?"

"Well I can show you." The rich man glared at him but took off his shirt anyways. Hubert chuckled and got to work, "God I wish we had lotion, it would help."

The billionaire made a noise in acknowledgement. His back had some scars on it, which the platinum blonde male wondered how the snobby male had gotten them...

Hubert didn't question his master, he didn't want him to get the flustered and not allowed him to massage him anymore.

After 10 minutes the servant started getting daring, his hands slowly reaching Billiam's nipples.

It made him flinch, but he didn't say anything, the platinum blonde was confused and turned to see his fists had clenched and his eyes closed shut.

The servant quickly stopped and bowed with his forehead pressed against the floor. "I'm so sorry sir, please forgive me! I'm just a selfish horny boy!" He yelled as he felt like he was going to get rejected... or even worse... castrated.

The rich man didn't say anything when he got up, Hubert quickly looked up to see him go to the bed and flopped on it and stopped moving.

It felt odd, like he was once again lifeless the same way when he was watching TV.

It wasn't making sense what had blown out Billiam's flame? Did the emotions come from the egg? Was it the mansion?

The male thought very hard about it, only when the brunette spoke up caught his attention, "Why did you bring me with you guys? As a play thing? As a joke?"

Hubert bit his lip before taking a sigh, "It's not like that sir... we are... trying to make your life be-"

"Don't give me that crap."

The white hair male sighed, getting up, walking over to him and laid down next to him.

"Sir, even if you're an asshole we do truly still care for you, you gave us a roof over our heads, you gave me money to help my parents stay on their feet."

"...I-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt you sir, but you mean a lot to me, I'm really bad at timing affection..." he grabbed his hand and stroked it.

"...I-i like you... and I want you to go back being confident." 

Sir Billiam took a minute, he raised his hand, creasing Hubert's cheek.

At first he looked in awe, but out of nowhere he smirked then slapped the platinum blonde.

Oh how good it felt how salvage his master was once again.

Chapter Text

Billiam's POV

"...I-i like you... and I want you to go back being confident." The servant had held his hand as he rubbed his thumb, it felt weird.

It made Billiam feel a tingle, it felt oddly nice. He looked at the person who had stayed to serve him; the same person to kill for whoever he asked.

The billionaire saw him in a different light, he was attractive. He caressed his cheek, the white hair male smiled and leaned in a little bit to his hand.

All the emotions were too much, he slapped him then he put it close to his chest, it was stinging.

The servant didn't seem like he was mad at him, that relieved him.

They both stayed silent, the white hair male had recovered, "can I cuddle you?"

Billiam stared at him confused, 'Is this man a masochist?' He thought he was still not sure if they really weren't just toying with him, but he liked how just holding his hand felt, the warmth of them sleeping together.

He gave in and nodded, "fine but don't do anything weird."

"Of course sir!" The brunette was pulled onto his lap and once again was smelling his hair.

"Hey..."

"It's Hubert."

"Oh... Hubert, tell me about you."

The male started talking, when he said the day he was born, Billiam quickly stopped listening, he didn't ask for a life story.

Absent-mindly he fiddled with... Hubert's fingers he did notice the bandage on his hand, it looked new, very new. "Where did you get this?" He interrupted the platinum blonde.

"Oh just yesterday, the knife slipped." He said as he shrugged.

Billiam was confused, "didn't you carry me, gave me a massage? How aren't you in pain?" 'He is definitely a masochist, even to himself...'

"Well..." he looked away and chuckled, "I forget about it when I... serve you."

The rich man rolled his eyes, "You're a lunatic. How do you even forget about that?!"

"Well... it's just nerves, just a figment of imagination."

Billiam rolled his eyes and went back fiddling with his fingers.

The servant started talking again about his family, his voice was annoying but slowly he did fall asleep.

After who knows how long he was asleep, but when he woke up it was night and he was being carried on the butler's back while he was holding the luggage as well.

Looking around he saw Hubert bloody with a kitchen knife ready to attack whenever needed. They were walking on a highway bridge over the water.

He really wanted to say something, but stayed quiet, around 30 minutes of being carried around he started getting pissed.

They ended up out of the town, he wished that at least they took one of many cars he had.

He had tapped the butler's shoulder, the boy nodded and sat Billiam down.

Hubert smiled weakly at them, but still stayed quiet. It started getting darker, the temperature started to drop.

They continued walking, looking at the white hair male as they walked under the streetlights, the blood illuminated.

Billiam smiled, 'how fair will you go? Will you even die for my cause?' He thought as he chuckled, but then he quickly stopped.

'That wasn't me.' Quickly he turned around to look at the city they were walking away from, the origin of that egg 'why are you still here? I'm far away and you still invade my thoughts!' No response, all that was answered was the wind howling, the water crashing against the structure footsteps.

Was all his feelings fake? He put his hand on his arm with the vines.

Even if it would make him bleed he had a low pain intolerance, well, he hoped that was not the egg's work.

He looked back at his servants, even though they were affected by the egg even if they didn't hear the voices like he did.

He made their lives worse, he didn't want to do that to them anymore...

Looking into the water, it was the only way of escape, his servants would chase him if he ran, he just hoped that they wouldn't dive in with him.

Taking off his shirt he took a breath in, 'now or never.' Climbing over the railing he then jumped.

Quickly regretting it when the ice cold water touched his skin. Going up to the surface, his servants were yelling, the butler was holding back Hubert from jumping in with him.

He was crying, he was screaming.
Billiam felt something break in him, he had to cut off everything to them.

The rich man swam away as the cries of desperation faded.

Chapter Text

Hubert's POV

When he saw his master, his crush, jump off the bridge, admittedly he really wanted to jump in and stop him.

But the butler stopped him, pulling him to stay on the bridge as he screamed, he felt betrayed, he thought they were getting somewhere romantic.

Was it all a lie? Should he have held his hand? Was Billiam now dead?

Hubert thought they were going to be forever when at the apartment the rich male fell asleep in his lap.

Even when the cops knocked down the door, the white hair male killed them. He took Billiam sleeping through it as a sign.

A sign that even in his vulnerable state he was trusted, but it didn't stop him from wondering why he would run away from?!

At the bridge the Butler had them both continue on, (it took him a long time to agree with him) they had gone into the nearest gas station bathrooms and cleaned each other.

The butler had burned Billiam's clothes and cleaned anything he touched, it sunk in deeper that he was basically now dead in their lives.

Now in the present day, Hubert was at his parents house. The court had given him 2 months of therapy every week.

They thought that his servants weren't involved in the murders, even the news report he watched yesterday blamed Billiam for the cop's death.

Hubert watched the news most of the hours he has been awake. He felt useless, he stopped making money for his family and he couldn't serve his master anymore.

His sister walked in, she seemed like she was wanting something, she had a sweet innocent expression, her hands behind her back, swaying her body.

"What do you want?" He said as he only gave her a glance.

"Mom gave me money to buy a new doll everyone has."

"So? Have fun with that."

She huffed and grabbed his arm, "Jeez Hubert, I only got the money by promising mom that I'll get you out of the house for awhile."

"Well you lied to her."

She sat down on the floor and crossed her arms, it took her a while to think about something else. "OOOoooh Hubert~"

"What?" He said, getting mad.

"I'll go hang out at James' place if you don't come with me."

'Oh god.' He thought, James is a mess, their parents would murder him for allowing his sister to hang out with a bad influnce.

James had a divorce wife, his childeren was gone, he was an alcoholic, and rumors was going around that he was a fag.

Wait, was Hubert also fag? He did use to think about kissing his master, to spend the nights doing  the unspeakable, he also thought about living a life with him till they both died.

Maybe he was... but that didn't change it was wrong... and he was totally different! He only found attraction to his master! What matters is the present and his sister is purposely getting him in trouble.

"Fine!" He got off the bed, putting on his coat, wallet, and shoes.

She smiled and happily walked out the room, the platinum blond followed.

Walking down the staircase they were met with his mother, his sister already out of the door, he was about to go out as well until his mother put a hand on his shoulder.

"Honey..."

"Yeah mom?"

"I'm happy that you're out of bed..."

"I'm sorry mother... is there something I can do to make it up to you?"

She sighed and shook her head, but it was a ploy, quickly her eyes lit up, "Ah yes! You're already in your 20s, I can't believe you don't have a wife yet."

"I don't like how this is going..." he said under his breath.

"I'm afraid that the longer you wait, the less... chance you'll find a  suitable lady."

He wanted to stop her talking, but it would be frowned upon to talk back.

"er... I'll get to the point, your father is going to arrange something if you won't atleast get in a relationship soon..."

"Thanks mom, I'll think about it." He said giving her a forced smile, he did not like being forced to marry.

He tried not thinking about it, going outside with his sister waiting on him.

They walked to the supermarket, he couldn't stop thinking about it, marrying someone other than Billiam.

It sounded strange. His sister glanced at him, "What was it like in a mansion?"

"Lonely."

"What was... he like?"

"He was cold, mean at times, but he was influenced to be that way."

She chuckled, "Oh? What happened during the fire?"

"Why are you asking me this? Didn't you see the news report? It's just the same thing."

"...is it really, if it was really the truth... why would you be more relieved and more active that you got out of that 'hell hole'?"

Hubert rolled his eyes and stayed quiet, speeding up his pace.

"The more you ignore it the more it tells me the truth!"

Chapter Text

Hubert's POV

After they bought the doll his sister wanted, she kept asking a bunch about if he smelled, witnessed, etc.

She only really stopped when she realized people were looking at them weird.

As they walked it seemed like she also got quiet, Hubert turned around to see her staring at the window with the tvs.

The white hair male walked over to her to see that it was showing the news. He didn't understand what interested her so much to stop.

It was just a reminder for the people that a serial murderer is on the loose and to stay cautious outside.

His sister looked sad, she looked at him with a frown. "You like him don't you? I saw a photo of him in your pockets when I was doing laundry..."

Hubert wasn't shocked, he couldn't hide things forever. He didn't answer her question.

Just like she said, ignoring the question is just telling her the truth.

He started walking again, his sister quickly caught up with him, smiling.

"Was he actually... you know..." She frowned when she got no response, "Is he pretty? Did you guys... do it?"

"WHAT" He said glaring at her, "Watch what you say out here!"

"That wasn't a no though." She whispered and frowned. "I know you won't listen to me, but he's... he's... not an ideal person."

"Can we just stop talking about him? Don't tell mom and especially dad."

"Of course..." She said concerned. The went back to the house, his mother quickly walked over to him.

"This is your mail." She said cheerfully as she handed him a small package, already opened, 'ugh parents'

he grabbed it, his sister looked at it and smirked, "Can I also see what's in it?"

"No." He said before quickly going up the stairs and locked himself in his room.

He took it out to see a letter and a red vine. Hubert quickly threw it to the ground and smashed it with his foot.

The vine was squashed, he looked over at the letter, he had a bad feeling.

Taking the letter he read it, it was a love letter, it made him angry, he wondered if his master was in pain, he hoped he wasn't.

At the end of the letter it said to come and find him, Hubert really wanted to, but he didn't want to, following the egg's order.

He wondered if the butler also got a letter... he shook his head it would be impossible, he didn't have a home to send mail to.

Hubert sighed, he ripped the letter apart and threw it away.

The next day, something new happened in the news report was Billiam's parents, they both looked young for their age, but the platinum blonde male knew that they were at least in their 80s.

They were addressing the concerns over their son's murders, the families affected were yelling at them, obviously pissed how they don't seem to care.

One of the pissed family members threw a rock at them, the mother smiled and let it hit her. The police took that person away.

"Were there any signs that your son was growing up to become a murderer?" A news reporter said very quickly before they were pushed away for the others wanting to ask them questions.

"Well... he was actually more obedient than his siblings..." She said before cracking a smile. "Very perfect for being the next successor..." She kept on talking a lot about how the dead people's families probably deserved it.

It made Hubert hate the parents; they didn't seem to care about their children, talking about them negatively.

She started to talk about the egg... but her husband put his hand on her shoulder to get her to calm down. The news didn't show anyone's reaction.

At the end of the conference the dad actually said something, "Our son is hiding, maybe under a bridge, in a closet, or maybe in a well, but soon you all will be sorry to ever speak ill of the family's name for accusing him."

Shivers went down Hubert's spine, they could do worse than the stationare egg could and has the influence to get away from a lot of things.

Hubert wouldn't be surprised if they could nuke a city and no one would flash an eye.

He just hopes that they don't know about their son and his relationship.

Chapter Text

Billiam's POV

Somehow it worked out for him, after a month his hair started to grow back, it was now a bob, disgusting. He had somehow got discovered by a farmer family.

They thought he was a mute homeless teenage girl, and basically adopted him. It really confused him, he knew country folk was out of the loop, but that out of the news to figure a pink headed isn't the well known Billiam?! (It kinda broke his ego a little.)

It was now 3 months of being a runaway, 2 months of being a mute and having to wear a dress and do house chores.

2 months of the farmer's son would open the guest bedroom door, which was now Billiam's room and stare at him for hours.

Each night he was getting closer to the bed, the pinkette would pretend to sleep, he was so scared that he knew he was Billiam.

He was the only child out of 8 of them who the pinkette had a fear over, during breakfast he would also stare at Billiam.

Luckily for the rich man he had chores with the animals while the pinkette had chores around the house.

The girls in the house taught him many things that he would never actually think about doing.

Doing laundry by hand, sewing patches to the holes in their clothes, braiding his hair in pretty ways, and also the stuff he did not like, going to church, treating wounds, and many other things.

At the dinner table once again Billiam ate his food in silence. It was deer meat with mash potato and beans.

God how much he hated the family for young beans in every meal.

The mother spoked up, "Beatrix, you've been getting skinnier ever weak, do you need more proportions?"

Ah yes, Beatrix, the name he had written them, the girls liked to call him Beats or some other name of endearment.

The father glared at his wife, "Don't worry about it, she's only getting skinnier because she was over feed before."

Of course Billiam was getting skinny! He was a grown man eating basically children proportions!

The mother didn't fight back instead went back eating her meal. The pinkette finished his food and use his old tactic and made his stomach grumble.

it didn't work, it was too quiet for even the person beside him to
hear, man he hated being a mute.

He got up and bowed to tell them he was done. Quickly he walked to his room.

He looked into the mirror, he hated how good he actually looked in the dress, he would probably make out with himself if he ever got the chance.

he lifted his arm where the vines were, weeks ago he had yanked it out, it hurted a lot, but it scared Billiam when there was a lot buried deeper in his skin than the one exposed.

He felt safier so even the wound was somewhat big. Now it only bleeds if he messes with the hole.

One of the sisters busted out the door, "Betrix! Will's Parents are having a conference and it's on the radio!" She said as she sat the portable radio on his work desk.

Will was actually Billiam's brother, not that she knew, she was a huge fan of Will and his music.

Will was not very favoured by his parents; they were disappointed that he pursued his music career rather than taking part of the family business.

Billiam took out pen and paper and wrote, I don't think they are going to talk about Will.

"Yeah... probably talkin about that arrogant murderer son, but they might say one thing about Will!"

He smiled at her and sighed, they both know that the parents won't ever talk about Will in the public.

The girl and him became friends the first week, she had told him that he was the first person to keep up a conversation about the things she liked, the male only really listened because she wasn't the only one talking about her love life.

They sat next to each other as they listened to his mother ramble on and on about how amazing Billiam was, it really embarrassed him.

She was always like this, before he was the favorite Will was actually, as a child he wanted his mother's praises.

She had basically brainwashed him to take care of the egg and the business.

At the end his father had threatened the whole city before the conference was over.

The girl groaned and slammed the desk with her hands, "Noooo, that was so boring." She said as she slowly got up, taking her radio with her as she left the room.

Billiam sighed and got ready for bed, taking off the dress and putting on fresh undergarments before laying on the bed.

He wished his butler, Hubert, was still by his side, he was once again, but he was able to sleep.

As he slept he felt a hand on his thigh squeezing it, at first he thought it was a dream of Hubert doing that but, then the hand was traveling to a dangerous spot.

He quickly woke up and grabbed whomever's hair and smashed it against the bed frame.

The male groaned and fell to the ground holding his nose, it was bleeding a lot.

From the ruckas the brothers came running in to see their fellow brother on the ground and laughed.

Then Billiam realized, almost all of the brothers knew about what him staring at him at night.

Now he was pissed off, and he couldn't say anything about it.

Chapter Text

Billiam's POV

He glared at the boys, he got up from the bed and tried to leave his room, one of the brothers stopped him, grabbing his arm, "You really think we'll let you snitch on our brother?"

Billiam huffed and yanked his arm away from his grip, he stared at them, he was at a disadvantage with the 4 brothers, one of them already pissed from a bloody nose.

He felt scared, he was only wearing a slip not only that it could risk them finding out, it's also humiliating that Billiam the 3rd is seen in such an outfit! (even though he enjoys wearing it when he's alone)

He glared at them as he slowly walked back and laid back on the bed.

The oldest brother stayed as the others and the nose bleeding brother left. He leaned down to level down to Billiam's eyes.

"Remember your an outsider. You should be thanking us Beatrix." his hand creased the pinkette's cheek.

"You're lucky you're alive and I don't tell the others... Billiam" his hand quickly went to his neck, choking him.

It didn't last long since the brother didn't want to leave a lasting bruise.

He left the room, Billiam laid in his bed rubbing his neck, if things get to black mail he won't put up with it.

He spent the whole night awake, the morning the mother gave him some coffee. He did his chores, then quickly ran to his bedroom and started writing a letter.

Hopefully the address was the same, he made sure that it was discret, his name wasn't signed, he might not even read it.

But he had to take the chance. He waited at the entrance of the property, waiting for the mailman.

and waited

and waited.

He jumped when he felt two hands grab his shoulders, turning around and it was his friend.

"What are you doing?" She asked and he showed her the letter. She examined it and smiled. "Hey Beats?"

Billiam looked at her curiously. "This doesn't have any stamps on it." 'oh, what are stamps?' he thought as he followed her back to the house.

The pinkette never had to put a stamp on his letters, probably someone else did it for him in the past.

They ran back to the entrance just on time and handed the letter to the mail woman.

Then Billiam had to wait, and wait he did, every night he would pull his desk at the door to keep it closed since none of the house actually had locks.

Every now and then he would hear the door trying to be opened but hit the desk.

During the day he barely saw the oldest brother, but when he did the man would injure him in some way; he was currently supporting a sprained ankle.

After 3 weeks he was going to write another letter, but when he heard a scream he did his best to go to the living room, the wall kept him standing.

His brother finally showed up, it took him so long, plus he wasn't following the instruction he gave him!

The daughter that was his friend was talking Will's ear off.  When his brother saw Billiam, his eyes lit up and hugged him.

The pinkette's friend gasped, "What's going on here?! Beatrix, have you broken girl code?!"

'Girl code?' He thought as he hugged his brother back.

"This is my... Fiance."

'What the actual hell, you could have really said sister, cousin, anything else!' Billiam pinched his brother but he didn't fix himself.

"WHAT." The daughter grabbed his hand, "Ahem, please excuse us, we will be packing her bags." She said before taking off as she pulled on his arm.

"Tell me why you never told me, I thought we were friends!" She was upset, but weirdly was not at him.

He hugged her and quickly pulled away. He grabbed pen and paper, wrote wilbur's address with a side note, He was being weird, we're cousins

"Oh! That makes sense, oh my!" She said as she took the letter and put it in her pocket. "I'll miss talking to you."

Billiam was already packing, he was not trusting the oldest brother to not spill the info to his mother and shoot him.

He barely had anything since he was borrowing clothes, Will walked into the room and whistled at the room, "This is so small for what you usually like to live."

His friend who decided to play along Will's joke, "So what was Beats like, was she a mute at birth or had a terrible back story where she vowed to never talk again!"

There she goes, with her imagination going wild.

The brunette laughed and shook his head, "Nah, nothing that insane." He said as Billiam packed the last thing, the slip (He is hoping his brother didn't see it and make fun of him.)

The pinkette bowed to her and walked out of the room. In the living room was the oldest brother, he was glaring at Billiam.

"Your absolutely a disgusting creature aren't you Beatrix, sadistic, heartless, wh-"

"Remember who you're talking about." Will dropped his silly persona. He rushed them both out and took him to the car.

They both sat at the back seat. "Never call me your fiance again, anything else is fine."

the brunette laughed at him and patted his head. "I never thought I'd see my brother asking for help while in a dress."

"Well this is going to be the last time ever."

"Alright, alright." They stayed quiet in the car for a while before Will spoke up again. "Sorry it took so long... "

"Don't worry about it, just glad you're got here." They went back in silence.

Half way through the car ride Billiam speaked up, "Do you think I'm a murderer."

"Yes I do, but..." He took out the family's ring that had the egg. "It wasn't you."

He said as he hugged his brother, "Billiam?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you hide the egg?"

Chapter Text

Billiam's POV

Will didn't live in a mansion, he would rather spend it on his music, so he lived in an apartment.

It was a bit odd to stop doing chores, having to sacrifice his beauty sleep every Wednesday night when Will's band practice.

Billiam had lost his tan that he didn't even know he got from working on the farm. He only stayed inside the house since it was an apartment and a lot of residents would report him to the police.

Only other people were his brother's manager and his band mates.

Him and Will slept in the same room but it wasn't really weird since they used to when they were younger and Will would have nightmares about the egg.

Billiam still wrote to his friend, still hiding his real identity. The girl's handwriting has improved a lot. They had also promised each other that they would meet again when Will performs in a city closest to the farm.

Life was boring, even if Will was laid back, he still always left at night to practice at one of the other band member's houses.

When Billiam was alone in the house he embraced his feminien side, he didn't have his dress anymore; Will had thrown it away when the pinkette told him he wasn't going to wear the dress ever again.

But he did still have the slip. When no one was around he wore it and pretended to be a prince.

It really was fun at first, but it got boring with no one around to serve his power hungry needs.

He thought about mailing Hubert, but he decided against it, bringing him into the mess again was the last thing he wanted.

He missed him, the more he watched sitcoms the more he felt lonely. He had started indulging himself in books Will would bring, some was romance or english literature.

Those books helped him forget the world at times, so when Will was staring at him he wasn't paying any attention till he took the book away from him.

"When are you going to actually find that egg?"

The pinkette groaned and hid his face in his hands. After that car ride, Will was in distress about the egg.

Apparently out of Bililam's knowledge that the egg grew slower in the mansion since it had some sort of protection that Billiam started to lose interest in listening to Will.

"How am I going to really do that if I'm on everyone's kill list!? Let mom and dad take care of it, they love it so much."

The brunette sighed and put the book down, getting rid of Billiam's spot, what an asshole.

"And what would you do if mom and dad are too busy looking for you then to worry about the egg?"

"You really think that they protorize me more than the egg?"

"Billiam you know... it's always an if."

"Find, IF they prioritize finding me than the egg then the government can deal with it!"

Will groaned and shook his head. "When have you become such a pushover?" He groaned.

Billiam frowned and shook his head "Will you really don't get it do you? You've never even got close to the egg muchless lived next to it."

"It's just an e-"

"It's not just an egg!! It's like a demon, I killed people to feed it, I made others kill to feed it! I've hurt those that work for me because the egg didn't like them! I don't want to even think about it anymore muchless deal with it again."

Will was shocked, even though they are brothers they had separated when their mother had relocated Billiam to the mansion and they both never visited since the mansion was under their parent's name.

And they really disliked Will, so he didn't even bother going on any properties of theirs.

"I'm so sorry... I didn't even know... all I thought it was a heirloom mom was anal about it getting in the wrong hands..." He hugged his brother and rubbed his back.

"Will?"

"Yeah Bil?" 

"I miss going outside... I also miss being rich."

The brunette laughed and ruffled his hair. "You might not feel rich, but you still have your money right?"

"..."

"Right?"

"Someone else has my card."

Will's eyes twitch a little, "You can retrieve it back... right?"

"I don't... want to go and see them again." Billiam sighed and looked away.

"Hey, hey, that's fine, I'll file a document to freeze it. Now about the outside... how about I get you a better dress than that ugly one. You'll be able to go around being a mute and my fiance again."

The pinkette rolled his eyes, "Thanks, but I'm not being your 'fiance' again, but I get to pick the dress."

Will groaned, "You say we aren't finances but now you want to pick out a dress, make it make sense!"

He laughed and Billiam just chuckled and pushed the brother away.

A knock at the door, the pinkette already went into a hiding spot, in Will's bedroom under the bed.

It didn't take long for the bedroom door to flung open. "Where is he!?" Their mother yelled at Will.

It was weird, that she was in Will's apartment, she never visited or called, he wouldn't be surprised if she forgot about Will's existence. Then the realization hit him,

The brother at the farm had rat him out to his mother or the cops.

Chapter Text

Billiam's POV

His mother was obviously playing with them, from where he was he only saw her shoes. She checked the closet, "oh I can tell he's been here!" She said as she took something out.

"What do you mean mo-"

"Don't call me mother." She snapped at Will.

"Yes ma'am, like I was about to say that's mine." She obviously didn't like the answer.

"Fine, then take me to your bathroom then."

"Oh..okay?" They walked to the bathroom, Billiam didn't know what she was doing but it freaked him out when he heard his brother ramble about how it could be anyone's hair.

'Oh god drains and brushes...'

They obviously were not as good as they thought of making sure no evidence was there.

She quickly walked out of the restroom and smirked, "oh Billiam, I know you're somewhere. I'll make your life back to normal."

She sang loudly as she walked around the apartment, "no more living in this hobble, no more cops going after you, a new mansion to go back to and maybe a wife..." Will kept on telling her that he wasn't there, but she continued.

"Or if you don't come out I can go... mess with your boy toy servant. I have already sent a letter to him..."

'Was she talking about Hubert?! Why does she think they are in a romantic relationship even though they weren't?'

"Why is my child hiding from me?" she sat down on the bed, 'she is playing with us...'

Will stayed silent as she waited for an answer. "Billiam, do you remember when you used to crave my attention? I remember when you were just a child, crawling onto my bed." She sighed. "You would only go to sleep if I held you close to my heart."

She got up and grabbed under the bed, grabbing his hair, "what happened to my sweet loving baby boy?!" Billiam yelped, grabbing her arm, digging his nails into her skin.

She quickly pulled her hand looking at her arm. "How barbaric." She huffed. "I'll give you a week to sort out your rebellion.

She left the apartment, Will told him he can go out now, but Billiam stayed under the bed.

After an hour of Will left for band practice and no one came out of the shadows he finally crawled out of the bed.

He took out pen and paper, he needed to warn Hubert.

He didn't like the fact she had sent a letter to him means she probably knew where he lived, and Billiam had a disadvantage.

After he wrote the letter, he was stuck, 'how will I actually send this without his address?' He took a moment to think it through.

He didn't have access to the documents with that information, but neither did his mother.

The pinkette was raised by her, he is the successor, if he tries hard enough anything she can do he is supposed to do better.

The male sealed the letter and hid it away between the bed cushions. He wasn't scared if Will finds it, but he wouldn't like it if anyone else finds it.

He had to wait, the next day he had told his brother his plans to find Hubert and warn him.

Will was confused at first why he cared so much to warn Hubert, "So you're going to search all over the city, which is the same city that you're most known in, just to tell someone that our mother might trick him into something?"

"Well, basically yes."

"I swear to god that you have fallen so hard."

The pinkette glared at him, "What do you mean 'fallen so hard'."

"You're wanting to risk going to jail, a risk of getting executed, just to tell him that he should be weary about our mom."

Billiam huffed, "I'll even do it with or without your help, I'll even walk out right now."

"Fine I'll help you just don't do reckless things, just think this over! like... maybe just check the white pages?"

"..." Billiam did not know what the white pages were, but he had a feeling that it was a safer answer...

"You don't know what that is, do you?"

"no."

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Hubert's POV

It was hard to deal with his father mentioning about marrying and talking about his co-workers' daughters.

He obviously denied all of the suggestions, he didn't want to marry a random person.

He had given up the thought of being with Billiam though. Hubert had to face the real world that he'll never see him again.

Everyday he wakes up missing the pink hair, it smelled like lemon.

During the day he would go look for a job, he wouldn't be surprised if he went back stealing again.

Stealing like how he somehow got a job from Billiam to be an assassin for him. Luckily he didn't get shot.

His master was right, his only real skill was murdering, and Hubert doubted that he was as good without a motive, making Billiam happy was his motivator. 

After a long day of looking for jobs he had walked back home, no one greeted him at the door which was good since that meant everyone was busy to bother him.

He heard his sister squeal in the kitchen, she was probably on the phone talking to her friends.

The platinum blonde walked up the stairs. His sister heard him and yelled for him to come to the kitchen.

Sighing, he went back down the steps and walked in the kitchen. "What is it?"

She rolled her eyes, "yeah he's here now, remember about the tickets you promised."

She told the person over the phone before giving him it and left.

"Who is this?"

"This is Will, your Hubert right?"

Hubert glared at the wall, curling his finger with the phone cord.  "What do you want?" He didn't have time talking to a brother who never visited Billiam.

"Before you hang up Billiam is next to me."

The blonde raised an eyebrow. "Did you tell my sister that?"

"What? No! I can't trust her."

"Well you trusted her enough to give her a ticket, and what is that ticket to anyways?"

"To a concert, but this isn't about her. Here Billiam wants to talk to you." The phone was handed over on the other line.

"Hubert?"

The male froze with the excitement of hearing his master's voice, knowing that he wasn't dead or harmed. Even after months they had aparted he was still thinking about him.

"Yes Billiam?"

"It's sir."

"Yes, sorry Sir, what is it sir?"

"Don't believe anything that's sent to you... mother is after you."

"...why?!"

"Shes thinks you're my weak point and is targeting you to get me to obey her."

Hubert closed his eyes, "Sir... if that's true then she already knows where I live and sent a letter under your name..." he whispered into the phone in case his sister was listening in.

He shivered at the thought of Billiam's mom sending him a lover letter.

"She has already told me about that... what was it about?"

The platinum blonde blushed and hid his face in his open hand. "I-it was a love letter saying that I should find you." Slowly he sank to his knees and sat on the kitchen floor. He had not talked about the small red vine, his master was probably already stressed as is.

"Oh..." they both stayed silent, Billians voice sounded a bit embarrassed. "W-well you need to move, you might be in danger."

Hubert clenched his fists, "can we live together?"

He heard a huff on the other line, "I don't want you hurt, and being involved is going to make you a big target on your back."

"But sir, I can protect myself... and you! I've done it for so long  I'm used to it and I'd love to do it again!"

"...you were paid plus she has people who are far better than you..." then he whispered, "especially in the intelligence apparemment."

"Hey! Please, I can take care of you, keep you hidden, I mean living with your brother can't be that enjoyable. Just give me a month, I'll get enough money." 

"Hubert you have the false sense of reality, my mom won't stop hunting me and here makes it harder on her since people will notice if Will is missing compared to you."

The male huffed, "I missed you Billiam."

"I'll tell you simply, move and don't think about me again, it's safer for the both of us if you do that." He harshly said to Hubert before hanging up.

The male's world felt like it was caving in, right when he had accepted everything, he was rejected...

His dad didn't raise a mess of a man, he took a deep breath and decided.

Both the egg and his parents should die to make his master's life peaceful.