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The silence inside the house is overwhelming, whenever we are in a completely silent place it can make us feel distress.
But this is not the case, at least not for a redhead.
Poor soul in pain. Always hidden inside a cupboard, under the sink or hidden anywhere he can get in and out.
Although those opportunities to hide ended every time a certain "person" arrived.
And this Monday was no exception.
The wheels of the school bus were heard parking near the Smith house, a prison disguised as a residence.
— Thank you very much sir! See you tomorrow.- Said a certain boy with a completely happy, innocent voice; but very double-sided.
— Have a good time dear Sebastian! Don't forget your tasks.
"Of course not, Mr. West!" The teenager responded again, maintaining his lively tone and a beautiful, shining smile, one that would make anyone fall in love.
Apart from that, it was the moment that the bus left the sight of the orange-haired teenager, which he took advantage of to stop smiling and let his annoyance-filled gaze shine.
Then, without wasting another second, that young man entered the house, abruptly throwing his suitcase on the floor in a random place; Without hesitation, he went to the couch and threw himself onto his, letting a long sigh leave his lips.
— Randal, come here. Now! - The young man, named Sebastián, shouted. Let's say, he didn't have the best face in the world.
On the other hand, in the hallway delicate steps were heard, slow and with notable fear in the action. Anyone would say that he looked like a scared, abused animal.
— Randal! It's good to see you.- He said with total normality as he saw a boy come from the hallway to the main room.
That one seemed to be the same age as him. With his somewhat disheveled red hair, with a strange clown suit and no shoes, only wearing long, padded socks.
—Come here Randal, sit with me.- Sebastián spoke with an "innocent" smile on his face. He gently tapping the chair.
With notable tremors, the one who called himself Randal went directly to where Sebastian indicated, although he hesitated to sit down.
— Come on! Don't be afraid, I don't bite.- The orange-haired one said calmly.
And without further ado, Randal sat next to Sebastián on the couch.
— Know? Today strange things happened again in classes. Do you want me to tell you?
As he spoke, his companion was just looking at the ground, looking like he was in a trance.
After the lack of response, the boy's lack of patience was evident; Well, when he noticed how distracted his "pet" was, he lost his composure.
In a burst of anger he changed his smile to a more unhinged one and then grabbed the other's chin very tightly, forcing the other to look at him.
— What have I told you to do when I talk to you?.- He said in a threatening tone, and without losing strength in his hand he began to pull the redhead's hair with his other hand.- Answer, Randal.
In total fear reflected in his eyes, the boy dressed as a clown began to speak with a very thin voice, barely audible.
— I'm sorry...- He said between stutters. In his poor eyes, you could see his paranoia and desire to escape from him.
— I'm sorry, what?- Sebastián repeated, increasing his grip on the hair.
Faced with pain, Randal was forced to respond with an even less audible whisper.
"I'm sorry, master. Please forgive me."
And only until she finished the sentence did Sebastian let go of both her hair and her chin.
And putting his little "good boy" mask back on.
— Thank you Randal! Do you see that it wasn't that difficult? Why do you always complicate things?- He said in a mocking tone, putting his hand where he had pulled before and "caressing" the boy's head somewhat harshly.
— It's true, master. I'm sorry.- He apologized now, lowering his head. With some fear for the boy who touched her hair.
- It doesn't matter! Come here and give me a hug, I'm very tired of dealing with the whole school.- Sebastian complained, while he hugged Randal, placing the boy's head against his chest, and, incidentally, lying down on the couch.
And there they are, Sebastian, a two-faced, hypocritical teenager lying next to Randal, someone who was stupid enough to fall for the mouse plot.
— My dear Randal, now that we are calmer. Do you want me to tell you about my day?
Sebastian questioned again. The truth is that no matter what Randal's response, it was going to end badly.
So knowing that, the redhead only nodded his head slightly, at the same time snuggling into his master's chest; putting their hands together and wrapping their legs between each other's legs.
— Aw ~ How sweet Randal, I love you too.- He said with "tenderness" the one with orange hair.- Well, it's a long story. We start in the morning, do you think?
"Sebastian's Day"
First I started going to the school bus as always, there I had to wait for all of my abnormal classmates to get in. Worst? We arrived late! A stupid boy got on the bus very late. Because of him I was late and they marked me as late. The worst thing is that this time old Mrs. Lili came to give us algebra class. I hate that old woman, I hope she falls down the stairs.
But anyway, after Algebra we had Chemistry, with Professor Albert, do you remember him? One time he hit you 19 times with his ruler in your hands. I'm sorry if I haven't given him what he deserves for that yet, but I promise I will, I just have to know if the rumor that his wife has and that he is cheating on her with the English teacher is true.
It doesn't matter. We started recess and guess who came to see the school cameras? Well, two police officers, as I read on their badges, their names are Nyon and Nyen, they seem to be brothers.
~🦴~
Once Sebastian said the names of the police officers, Randal moved his head a little looking at Sebastian.
- Do you know them? - The teenager asked with a serious face.
At that, Randal lowered his eyes and nodded slowly.
—I suppose they are acquaintances of your brother, right?
And for the second question, there was also a positive statement. Therefore, Sebastian just said to himself: "So that's why I saw them talking to him."
— Well, it doesn't matter.- He spoke, returning to his story.
~🫁~
After finishing the break it was time for Physics class, this time the teacher gave us a free class, because they called him to the teachers' room.
Then came sports class. He thought the teacher hates us, she made us do a lot of exercise today. It's a good thing you weren't there!
Anyway. He played the second break and while I was having lunch with some "friends" I saw that your little friend was looking at me badly. What was it called? Satoru maybe.
~🫁~
Once he mentioned that name again Randal looked at him again, otherwise interested in that black-haired boy.
This clearly did not make Sebastian happy at all, so he decided to add something else.
— Today I was thinking that you miss Satoru a lot. Wouldn't you like me to bring it here? Of course, just under my conditions.
This time Sebastian's sadistic smile became very noticeable, and it grew even more when he saw Randal's horrified face, as his body above him became more and more tense and gave him an air of inferiority that was so satisfying for Sebastian. who wanted to play more with his little pet. But unfortunately he knew the extremes that Randal went to in those cases.
It's not going to be like the time he almost lost it. Of course not!
He doesn't want to deal with the wasted blood of his BELOVED pet again.
— Calm down little one! He was just joking.- He spoke now between laughs.- But of course, if you don't want poor Satoru to arrive in parts, you better forget his poor existence. He will also forget you, you just have to pay him back in the same coin.
It was a great relief for Sebastian to see Randal go from being terribly scared to looking pathetically discouraged, sad, depressed.
— Don't worry RanRan! I will never forget you, I will be there for you every time you want to cry. I will never abandon you, I promise.
He said now smiling, on the other hand, Randal just looked at Sebastian with a blankness in his eyes. Without encouragement, he just lay back on his captor's chest, tired of being so depressed all the time. He needed to rest.
— That's RanRan, rest. While I keep telling you about my day.
~🫀~
In the end nothing happened, the idiots in my group rescheduled a party but I refused to go. Clear! I have to take care of my cute pet!
One way or the other. We arrived at the classroom and there was only one class left for your brother, Luther.
~🫀~
By the time Randal's brother was mentioned, he stiffened, starting to shake a little.
Sebastian noticing that, ignoring how excited it made him to see the pain in Randal's eyes, he began to caress his back with one hand, and his head with the other.
He decided to add more fuel to the fire.
~🫀~
Today your brother looked so haggard. The truth is I was surprised that he was still standing.
We all noticed the strange behavior of him.
Before him he came all dressed up, with his clothes ironed, his hair tidy and with no blemish on his face.
Today was the complete opposite, his clothes looked like a candy wrapper, his hair was from here to there, I didn't know it had so many spikes.
Not to mention his face. It seems like he hasn't slept in days.
Poor Luther, I hope he gets better. I really don't know why it is like this! In any case, I think that he should start to get over this time in his life. He is still young, he has a great future ahead of him.
I just hope that his sadness goes away soon and I stop being a burden in his poor life.
~🧠~
While he was saying all that, Sebastian couldn't stop looking at Randal's face.
IT WAS SIMPLY A WORK OF ART.
See how his eyes expressed everything for him.
His fear, his anguish, his anger, his sadness, his guilt, his all of him.
That made Sebastian so happy, he loved Randal, he loved how he could see every detail of him. From his eyes to his tears. From his skinny, malnourished body to his poor heart, manipulated to his whim.
ALL that fistful of broken glass was his and his alone. No one would EVER take it away.
And that's what made him feel so good.
How beautiful it feels to be loved, right?
>>><<<
After those words from Sebastian, it was now Randal who thought things too much.
His poor brother was like that for him?
Did he really look that bad?
It's just that if it weren't for him... If he weren't so careless and let himself be kidnapped so easily, he wouldn't be like this.
His poor brother shouldn't be like this.
He now regretted everything, from yelling at his brother to making him feel this bad.
And maybe... Only this time Sebastian was right. Maybe Luther would really be better off without that weight off his shoulders. Maybe if he disappeared from his brother's mind he would go back to normal and he wouldn't suffer so much.
Why does it hurt so much? Maybe it's the weight of reality landing on Randal.
Now that was his life. The life of his brother. Satoru's life.
He just wanted to disappear and leave everyone alone.
>>>•<<<
Between all the tornado of thoughts of both characters. They felt so sick, so bad.
That maybe they needed comfort.
And looking for that small grain of comfort, of hope.
Randal, who was beginning to let treacherous tears fall, began to put his head closer to Sebastian's neck, hiding his small and insignificant being from himself and wanting to receive a little love, from whoever, he only needs love.
On the other hand, Sebastian, seeing that Randal hid and began to hug his neck with his weak arms, became excited, perhaps too much.
And I take advantage of this opportunity to also hug Randal with great love, holding him by the waist very tightly, as if to prevent him from escaping.
And little by little he left kisses on the redhead's head, neck and collarbone.
Finishing, Sebastián raised his head and with a loving and understanding tone asked Randal.
—Do you love me Randall?
Between the silence that he expected. He got an answer.
— I love you Sebastian.