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It was Saturday, the weekend were his days off to relax. There was no need to hide or lurk in the shadows of the kitchen or the laundry room. There was no need to create intricate meals with delicate patterns, there was no need to cook for anyone else. No need to flip through family recipes past through generations.
There was no need to be anyone but Kai Satou.
Being Kai was fine, no one needed Kai and that was fine. It gave him a time to relax, a time to be himself.
However, to be himself, Kai needed to know who he was.
He knew how other people perceived him. He knew who he was to others.
A housekeeper.
A chef.
A killer.
Mr. and Mrs. Chidouin liked him, they thought he was dependable. A great cook and a hard worker. They liked him enough to be considered family.
Kai smiled softly. It meant a lot but at the same time, it didn’t mean much. It felt cheating, to come into someone’s home and be considered family, to be considered an honorary Chidouin.
No.
It wasn’t cheating. It very much wasn’t. He earned that title.
Despite the original purpose of him being there, Mr. and Mrs. Chidouin treated him better than most people and that meant a lot.
They acknowledged him and made him feel like he was worth something and he was.
Kai smiled, getting up from his bed.
It was a start. He didn’t know who he was a person, but he knew he had worth. Actual worth, to people, and not as a tool of destruction.
“Maybe, I shall bake a cake for Miss Sara today.”