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For a long moment Masahiro just stared at Taki, almost draining her. Taki refused to look down but staring in his eyes brought bad memories. Taki on the floor crying and screaming for help in a dark room. White hands hiting her, pulling her hair, scratching her skin. Harsh rain slamming against the window. The memory hit Taki like a ton of bricks as tears prick in her eyes.

Taki gasped, trying to take a deep breath. Taki look away and started walking. "I'll go gets some help." Which she did, going to head servant, who one of the oldest in main house. The old woman slaped Taki for not coming sooner to get the young master some help.

About six minutes later Taki, like a good dog, brought a few servants to help the young master up. Like usually surrounding him, helping him, asking him if he in pain. Like he really is a god. Is he really is a god or some curse person like the rest of us. If he is a god couldn't he left this curse away. Is he really that selfish. Maybe he just as weak as the rest of us. Taki would never tell anyone her thoughts.

Taki started walking to go school, just ready to have this day to end already. Coming to school late like usual.