"Sebastian, I would like you to be my daughters knew butler. I heard of good expectations from you. And I want the best for you." Mister Sao said as he wrote at his desk on a slip he was making for Sebastian. "You see Sebastian, I haven't been a very great father for a long time after my wife died. I just need someone there for my daughter." Mister Sao got up standing straight and raising an eye brow at Sebastian. "You do not have to dress like a butler, I wouldn't want to much attention brought upon my daughter, but when we have parties or certain guess, you will wear the part of her butler." He ordered in a demandingly gentle voice. "She is also to be married, so I really need you to be their for her"

"Understood Master." Sebastian bowed, clicking his shoe heel on the floor as he bends his upper half of his body at Sao, along with his hand over his chest. "I will do as you wish of me, you will no longer have to worry about Young Sao, again. She will be fine as long as I stay beside her." He paused for a briefer moment. "If though, Master, anything was to happen, my life will be replaced with hers. This I vow to you and her." Sebastian lifted his body and stood up properly with his hands to his sides now.

"Very well, I thank you." Sao patted Sebastian's head and sighed. "She is in her room right now, if you take the out door hall way and make a turn, her door is right in front of the blossom tree." His smiles was gentle. "I am getting to old to be her protector, so I put my trust in you with the only thing left now in my world, my treasured daughter." His eyes became sorrowful and his voice lowered. "If I was to ever pass away, I want you to never leave her side, even if she asks it of you, please I wish you was their to protect her. I know it is a lot to in trust it to someone I hardly know, but with you I feel like you are one I could trust."

"....." Sebastian said nothing. Letting Sao take a moment to himself.

"Anyways.." Sao smiled once again. "Please.." He gestured his hand out in front of his to his door. "Make yourself known to my daughter."

"Yes, Master." Sebastian bowed, starting to head out but pausing by the door. "I could see you are still very damaged by something that happened so long ago, but if you don't change soon, you might loose the one thing that is closest to you now." Sebastian bowed his head in a nod. "Excuse me." Leaving the room, he slowly walked down the hall looking around slightly.

The home was clean and very hush sounded. The night was strong, but the wind was gentle. Like a soft song blowing around each tree's branches and leaves. He came up to a blossom tree shortly after, just to pause and stare up at it. The moonlight made the flowers glow, like little Christmas lights or maybe even fairies. The peddles from the tree dances around the air like a fairy tale dream. The air even smelt sweet from the tree and it was slightly even more relaxing.

Another thing caught Sebastian's eyes, a young woman with her eyes closed, sitting straight up as if she was sun bathing in the moon light. The beauty of hers was like no other. The moon made her perfect skin even more perfect. Her perfectly shaped lips shined under the moon. He hair dangled down her arms like lace wrapped around the body.

Averting his eyes, to not stare to long, he slowly walked up to her. He tapped his knuckles on the frame of the door and stared down at her in silence. How she was slightly overwhelmed him and he knew right their that this...that she... would be trouble in the near future for him and his heart. She was a taken woman and he was only a Butler. An impossible relationship.

(Akito and Elena you two can roleplay your own day for day. Until they year they all meet. As of right now Sebastian and Haiku meet, while right now present time in the roleplay you write what you are doing this moment.)

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"Haiku, wait up!" Haiku stopped suddenly on the sidewalk, glancing behind over her shoulder to her friend who ran toward her. A smile lifted Haiku's lips in greeting to the girl, Yin. "You're still coming to my costume party this weekend, right?" "I have to ask my dad still. He's--" "He can't keep you locked up in that house forever, Haiku!" The playful blonde reached over and toyed with a strand of Haiku's raven locks. "If you're not careful, he might just lock you away in a tower with a dragon," Yin teased. Haiku laughed and playfully shoved by her friend, "You're going to make me miss my bus..." "Think about it, Haikuchan!" " I will," she called over her shoulder. In reality, Haiku knew better. The only way she was getting to that party was to sneak out, as she did for most of the other parties she had managed to go to over the past few months.

A few hours ago

"SHAME. Shame upon this whole house! Your father works to the bone, and--"Haiku had tuned out from there. Her tutor rambled on, intent to raise his voice one octave after another. Her brown hues stayed glued to the floor as her violin instructor laid into her over her sneaking out to a party just one week after her own birthday party- an event that had been extremely formal and filled with relatives from out of town. The tutor was like her father's second voice. It was amazing, how her father had mastered ventriloquy without even trying. As she stared at her teacher she could hear her father's voice, snapping the words against her like a cat o' nine tails. When the lecture was over, she was sent (finally) to her room, where she slammed the door and threw herself against the bed. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she gripped the blanket her mother made for her. I wish you were here, she thought sadly to herself.

Present time

Haiku's brown orbs locked onto the ceiling fan, watching without seeing it spin in a steady circle over her head. After abandoning her maid outfit (her costume) on the floor, she had gone to take a shower. Now, she stretched out over her bed, wet hair sprawled out around her, as she glared up at the light fixture. Why did you have to go? With a sigh, Haiku pulled herself off the bed and walked slowly over to her bedroom wall. With a gentle tug, the wall slid aside, allowing for a burst of air to sweep into the room. She smiled, closing her eyes as she stood in the doorway smelling the sweet blossoms of the nearby tree. Her toes were painted a soft baby pink, to match the light cotton of her pajamas.

The air was cool and welcoming, so instead of retiring to bed Haiku decided to take the moment to just enjoy the sounds of nature. Looking to her left, she grabbed her extended bench and pulled it into the doorway. With a soft sigh, she climbed up and crossed her legs under her dress. She looked out quietly on the garden, watching with a sad smile as the petals from the tree swirled around in the air. Her mother had always loved this time of year.

With a heavy heart she closed her eyes, and remained that way for some time-- sitting perfectly still, and straight, as she took in the feel of the garden, wishing that her mother were still alive. It was the sound of a rapping on her door frame, very close to her, that caused her eyes to snap open, but it was the sight that her doe hues took in that caused the following chain of events. With a sharp yelp, Haiku fell backwards in surprise, falling from the bench and landing onto the floor of her room in a pile of limbs, cotton, and hair. In a scramble she got to her feet, her heart hammering in her chest as she reached for the nearest object- her parasol. Wielding it as a sword, she pointed the tip end toward him in an attempt to be threatening. "One more step and I'll scream," she warned, her hands shaking just slightly.

It was then that one of the kitchen maids came in carrying a letter in her hand, and it was the above scene that she stepped into. The elderly woman looked from the man in the doorway to Haiku, her facial expression completely blank. "I see you have met your new personal butler, Madam Haiku." Haiku's brown orbs grew wide with shock as she slowly let the umbrella lower slightly, her gaze snapping between the maid and apparently 'her' butler. "Your birthday card from your Aunt has finally arrived, Madam. Good night." The woman quietly placed the envelope on Haiku's desk and showed herself out.

Haiku slowly, very slowly, turned herself back toward the man in her doorway. With a rising blush in her cheeks, she quietly lowered her umbrella with an embarrassed laugh. "Sorry," she said weakly, carefully placing her parasol back against her desk. "I'm, ah... well, you know who I am.. Do you-- ah, I mean.. What's your name?" Her voice shook just slightly. Possibly from embarrassment, possibly from nerves. She had given up on her father coming through with his word and now that he had- she felt terrible for acting out and upsetting him. She had only done so to spite him, to get back at him for breaking his promise... A promise she now could see that he did not break at all. Guilt twisted in her stomach as she straightened her back and folded her arms over her chest as she looked up at her new butler. "You don't look like a butler," she pointed out gently, not in a rude way, but more in a quiet observance.

Sebastian tilted his head up slightly at the sudden movements and words of the Young Madam. His eye brow raised only a little at the choice of weapon and in his observance, poor use of an attack position. And as soon at the maid came in he put in his head phones and only read her lips listening to piano music softly.

He watched at the maid showed herself out of the room. When Madam Sao began to speak. The whole time he kept quiet until asked a question to. He leaned himself on the door frame and crossed both arms over his chest and looked away over at the cherry blossom tree. "You could call me Sebastian My Lady. And I don't look like a butler mainly because it is for your own comfort. Personally if I had a Butler stand around all Butler like, I'd feel uncomfortable too. So just think of me as a friend that would do anything you wish of me." His eyes dropped to the floor and slowly glanced over at Madam Sao. Eyes of gentleness he smiled kindly at her. "Lady Sao, I am your own personal dog, give me good and a place to sleep and I will treat you well, like a loyal dog." Reaching up to his shoulders he pulled his coat up better so it would sleep. A coat that he never wore but only used for show and warmth on his shoulders.

His eyes pulled from hers and looked up at the sky. "My Lady should be more careful with the door open at night when she is alone. Someone far more worse then a butler could come through and then where would you be?" He pushed up off the door frame and stood properly, facing her, but never walking inside the room. "Shall we get you to bed now? There will be a big day tomorrow. You should rest as much as you can." He reached out to sliding door, closing it half way, only enough for him to stand in the door way and waited for her to be safe in bed.

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Two weeks ago and Sebastian was set working with another rich man who died recently of cancer. The old man didn't leave his children with a cent in their name. He left it all to Sebastian his loyal butler. He did this because Sebastian was the only one their for him through the beginning to the end. No one knows of this though, only Sebastian and the old mans lawyers. When ever Sebastian is good and ready he will become the next higher of the old man or he could reclaim his thrown.

Both he would never do, at least not now. Right now Sebastian is working his hardest to see what it is like in the real world. So that when he does become who he is meant to be, he can make changed in which will be needed.

"Sebastian dear child, promise me one thing before I die. That you'd be a good man and do right for this country. You are a wonderful butler, but would make an even greater ruler." Richard held onto Sebastian's arm as he laid in the bed breathing off and spoke with tired words.

Yes, Richard knew of Sebastian, only because he was told so, Sebastian trust this man as much as the old man trusted him. He was like a second father to Sebastian.

"Lord Ellsworth, you should rest. I promise I wont change." Sebastian reached up and touched the old mans shoulder for comfort.

Shortly after a week later the old man, Richard Ellsworth passed away on his death bed. Sebastian never cried, but that never meant he didn't feel sorrow at the man who treated him like a son and not a butler or a royal. A good man who was taken away by cancer from Sebastian. Leaving him now in trusted his nephew Sao.

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Lady Sao's movements brought Sebastian back to the present time and he looked at her as if he missed what she had said, but never asked her.

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Haiku slowly unfolded her arms as the man began to speak, having noticed that he had placed ear buds into his ears when the kitchen maid had arrived. How rude, she thought to herself, but she said nothing as she listened.
"You could call me Sebastian My Lady, and I don't look like a butler mainly because it is for your own comfort. Personally if I had a Butler stand around all Butler like, I'd feel uncomfortable too. So just think of me as a friend that would do anything you wish of me." She shifted her weight slightly at this, her brows knitting together in keen interest and slight confusion. Lady Sao, I am your own personal dog, give me good and a place to sleep and I will treat you well, like a loyal dog."

Haiku stiffened a little, growing uncomfortable. Was he being serious? Did he just compare himself to a dog? Haiku glanced at the door for a moment, then turned her attention back to her new Butler- Sebastian who was looking up at the sky. When his eyes leveled on her again, it was to say; "My Lady should be more careful with the door open at night when she is alone. Someone far more worse then a butler could come through and then where would you be?"

Haiku sighed, walking over to her dresser and pretending to rearrange some things as she said gently over her shoulder, "If they could scale the privacy wall Papa has built, I don't think a paper wall would stop them from getting in if they really wanted to." He seemed to straighten up, once again calling her doe hues to settle onto him. "Shall we get you to bed now? There will be a big day tomorrow. You should rest as much as you can."

A big day? She was curious, but decided against saying anything. She had already embarrassed herself once- she didn't want to look like a total idiot in front of her newest house member. "I agree," she said instead, as she proceeded to slink over to her bed, climbing inside as she looked back toward that doorway once more. Sebastian had closed the door half way, standing as if waiting for her to say something else. She slowly pulled the sheets up over her and offered him a shy smile. "It was nice meeting you... Good night.. Sebastian."

With that she offered him a final smile and then she reached up to the light switch, flicking it off and casting the room into darkness. Sebastian's tall frame became a silhouette in the doorway, something that would have terrified her if she had not seen him before the lights were cut off. Since she had, something about his presence settled her. Her father had come through with his promise, so maybe... just maybe... He really did still love her. The thought made her heart flutter in her chest. Maybe if she was good, he might even agree to begin eating dinner with her again.


Her thoughts slowly faded away as she began to drift asleep. Her mind slowly slipped away, causing her breathing to slow and become steady. In her mind, beautiful waves rolled on and on, and her mother's voice whispered in her ear; 'I love you, little bird.'

A thin beam of light shone in through an open window curtain, slanting into the room and falling across black silken sheets. A body stirred from beneath the covers, rolling from one side to the other, dark silver hair strewn across a pillow. The sleeping man's nose wrinkled, eyes squinting as the thin sliver of light fell across his face, rousing him from the dream he had been fitfully having. Rolling once more to lay on his back, he stared at the ceiling, soft orbs blinking erratically to rid the bleariness from sleep. Birds outside his window chirped shrilly, the wind rustling the branches of the trees outside his window, scratching at the glass and walls, the noise of the world making it impossible to fall back into his dream.

Akito sat up slowly, the sheets falling off his bar chest, an arm braced behind him on the bed as he his free hand ran through his mane of dark hair. Pulling his legs out from under the sheets he swung them over the side of the bed, bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. Leaning forward he rubbed his hands over his face, groaning softly before standing and staggering across his room. Coming to a large maple wood dresser he opened the second drawer, pulling out a folded and pressed black shirt. In the drawer below he grabbed a pair of matching dress pants, quickly changing out of his sleeping shorts and into the casual clothing. Buttoning up the front of his long sleeved shirt, his fingers hesitated at the two buttons at the top, leaving them open as he pulled on his pants, securing the zipper and button.

Closing the drawers, pushing them back in, he rubbed the back of his neck, walking towards a door to enter his bathroom. Coming to the sink he turned on the water splashing water over his face twice, lifting his head to look in the mirror droplets of water running down his face and neck. Catching the beads of water with a towel before they could soak the collar of his shirt he sighed, running his damp hands through his hair to flatten it down and back into place. Satisfied with the fact it didn't look like he just rolled out of bed, even though he had, Akito exited the bathroom, back in his room. Sitting down at his desk he looked at the unopened letters that had been addressed to him, flipping through them as he leaned back in his chair, setting the ones he was uninterested in back on the desk. Akito paused as his fingers felt a change in texture and weight, putting aside the other letters as he held one in his hands, flipping it over to read the front.
Mister Akito Hilton
Ten West Cherry Blossom Drive

Akito used the nail of his thumb to break the wax seal along the back, unfolding the letter and reading over it with still tired eyes. The words all seemed to blur together, nothing making sense in his mind until a second piece of paper caught his attention, setting down the letter and holding the portrait in hand. The dark haired man rubbed his chin slowly as he studied the brush strokes and faint hints of color that portrayed the woman on the page. His eyes flicked to the letter skeptically, setting the portrait down as he picked up the first sheet of paper, eyes focusing on the handwritten text.

To whom it may concern,
Master Akito it has come to my attention that you have come of age and are not yet betrothed to a woman. As a man of business it is opportunistic of me to suggest my daughter, Haiku. She's only seventeen years of age in the present moment, but I have discussed arrangements of an engagement with your father and hope to have your full support for the betrothal. In this letter I have included a drawn portrait of my daughter and a sender's address, it would only be appropriate for me to request a response to this letter, photo included.
Signed,


Akito set the letter down, rubbing his temples and squeezing his eyes shut. The easy morning and become suddenly very stressing, a headache forming between his eyes, at the center of his forehead. Groaning he crossed his arms on his desk laying his head down on top of the soft fabric of his shirt, eyes focused on the picture of his betrothed. His heart skipped a beat in his chest, causing him to swallow suddenly trying to wet his dry throat. Standing he gently picked up the portrait, folding it neatly and holding it in his hand. Akito walked across his room, grabbing a jacket off the back of his door, opening it to the hall as he slid on the fitting coat carefully putting the picture in the inside pocket.

Walking down the hall he stuffed his hands in the front pockets of his pants, his stride powerful as he prowled through the walkway, heading downstairs for the breakfast he could smell that was being cooked. His mind traveled to the newest maid he had personally hired, Elena. A smile graced his lips, letting out a breathy laugh from his nose, pushing through a swinging door and into the kitchen. "Good morning," The young man walked past Elena, snagging a piece of bacon off of a plate next to her, leaning against the kitchen counter as he took a bite of the cooked strip of greasy meat, smiling like a villain. "What does my schedule look like today?"

Sebastian had woken up early morning and was nearly done with his routines, but he had stop to take a moment to himself with a nice chapter out of his book. While listening to music pay in his ipod. Soon after a maid had walked up to Sebastian with rosy cheeks.

"Sir, should we be getting Madam Haiku up now?" He voice was soft and heisting while looking down at him stretched out on the couch.

Sebastian put the book down and stared at her. A blank expression swept over his face as he stared at her. "Tell her to wear something proper, something fit for the garden. She will be having tea there with a special guest. And do let her know that I will be showing up with her guest at 8 am sharp." He looked at his watch. "It is now 7am, the more time you waste here, is less time for the lady to look proper. and the punishment will be done onto you." He Got up and walked past the maid slowly as he walked down the hall. "I will be back shortly."

He left the made to go handle with Haiku as he stepped down a few steps and out the front doors. He slowly walked over to the maids in the kitchen.

"This evening we will be having Turkey Pastrami Sandwich. Do well as to make sure they are proper sizes to eat with. I will not be having any messes to clean up. Also prepare the tea. We will be having green tea to fit the sandwiches." He looked at the time quickly and added another thing. "Have it ready and out at the garden at 8:20am. Any later or earlier and I will punch each of you."

Leaving them with that he walked out of the kitchen's back entrance and looked around. It was now 7:30am Giving him enough time to get ready. Reaching his room, he pulled out the butler suit and quickly slipped it on, having everything as perfect as can be. He took his ipod and put it away in his pocket. Walking out of the room he slipped on a pare of white gloves, exiting to Lady Sao's room.

Softly wrapping at her door he cleared his throat, not opening it. "My Lady. We need to head out now. It is nearly 8am, your guest will be here shortly." It bothered him deeply to speak through a door, but he'd never open the door on the Lady if it wasn't needed.

Elena had dressed herself neatly today, though her hair had refused to be pinned, so it hung loosely about her form as she poured a cup of tea. The kitchen smelled of bacon, bread, pastries and crepes. She worked with two other maidens, who, were busy tending to the garden outside. Elena was always an early bird, up as soon as the sun hit the trees and straight to work. It was a wonder if the girl ever slept. In fact, she did…and she dreamt of the prince.

It had been a week. Just a week and she already enjoyed the prince’s company. She knew it was wrong for her to want to be around him, but it was what it was, just a feeling. Nothing more. However, there were times where she day dreamed of the boy, and that charming smile of his. She was relieved he had hired her off her Madam, the one woman who trained her to be so precise.

The girl’s attention was drawn from her day dream and she glanced up from the dough. Her eyes settled on the prince’s and she smiled faintly. He took a piece of bacon off the plate and she shot him a look. Breakfast wasn’t ready yet, but she knew he was allowed to do what he wished. She took the plate however and slid it down the counter before she wiped her hands down on a white cloth that hung near the sink.

Elena was dressed in her usual attire, a knee high black dress and black flats. She didn’t wear anything fancy or flashy, it just didn’t seem right for her to. She moved to the small ball of dough that she had been rolling, flattening it out carefully. She took what seemed like a paint brush and dipped it into a small bowl of mashed fruit. Black berry, it looked like.

“You have tea, breakfast, a man came this morning with a new horse, figured you might be interesting in buying him. A stallion, I believe.” She stuck the brush back into the bowl, before she finally folded the dough in half and placed it onto a plate.

“I brushed him for you and he’s waiting in the stables…”

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Haiku was woken up by a gentle knock on her door. With a groan she slowly sat up, her hair in a rowdy mess down her back. "Pardon, Madam Haiku, but I was asked by your new butler to assist you in getting dressed this morning." Haiku rubbed her eyes tiredly as she glanced over to her clock, tired eyes blurred and barely able to make out the time. 7:13AM. Her brown hues narrowed on the girl. "Has he lost his mind? It's not even eight yet..." "Yes, madam... I-I mean, no, madam. He- you-... There is to be tea in the garden, madam, with a special guest. I am to ask you to wear something nice."

With a sigh, Haiku pulled herself to her feet and shook off the remaining whispers of her dream. "Alright," she sighed, walking to her closet and motioning for the maid to follow her inside. It did not take the two very long at all to dress Haiku in a soft orange dress that accented her skin complexion and exotic hair. Makeup and fixing her hair took no time at all, and in a matter of minutes the maid dismissed herself, instructing Haiku to wait for Sebastian to come get her.

A softly wrapping at her door a few moments later caught her attention Turning from her vanity, she looked over her shoulder as she listened to Sebastian's voice push through the door. "My Lady. We need to head out now. It is nearly 8am, your guest will be here shortly." Haiku turned back to her mirror, staring at her reflection for a moment longer before standing with a quiet sigh. "Alright, I'm coming," she called through the door as she crossed the room to open the door.

As she opened the door, a smile lifted her features at the sight of him. In the light of the house she could now see that his hair was pink, one of her favorite colors. To be fair, it was more of a strawberry blonde-- but it looked pink. "Good morning," she said with a smile. "Who is this mysterious guest I hear of?" Her doe like hues glitter with amused curiosity. She loved surprises.

“You have tea, breakfast, a man came this morning with a new horse, figured you might be interesting in buying him. A stallion, I believe.” Elena spoke softly as she prepared breakfast. Akito lifted an eyebrow with a shrug as she spoke of the new stallion. "A horse?" The young prince inquired, wiping his hands on a towel, ridding his fingers of grease from the bacon he had snagged off a plate. "Is it a colt?" Akito asked as he walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room. Elena followed him with a plate of food and some tea on a cart as he seated himself at the head of the table, unfolding his napkin and placing it in his lap. The man rolled up the sleeves of his jacket, revealing strong forearms as his plate as set in front of him, followed by a cup of tea, and the mornings newspaper.

"No point in buying a horse unless its young. You train a colt from a young age, establish a bond, earn its trust. If you train him properly the stallion would be willing to do anything to please its master. Almost like a well behaved slave. Wouldn't you agree Elena?" Akito didn't allow her to answer as he began to eat, sipping at his tea once he was finished and reading over the newspaper absentmindedly. Once filled up on his hot tea Akito stood, placing his napkin on his plate, heading out of the dining room without another word. Fixing his sleeves he rolled them down respectfully as he strode down the hall, towards the back door. Opening the sliding glass door he stepped out onto the stone pathway, whistling softly as he headed towards the stables. Coming to the entrance of the barn he easily pushed open the door, walking in, cooing softly to the horses he was familiar with. Akito stopped at a stall that had been once unoccupied, but was now being inhabited. Peering in, the young prince was surprised to see a small horse, head stuck in a bucket of oats and grits.

Elena

Elena finished cleaning the table as Akito headed outside to check out the new horse. There was a man who was dressed in a black riding horse clothing, holding onto the rope. He had a thick accent, speaking to the prince about this strong horse with great wisdom. Elena could hear their voices, speaking to one another as she finished picking up the plates and utensils. She slipped them on the tray and pushed the cart back into the kitchen. An older maid helped her do the dishes and smiled softly. The woman knew her thoughts and her personality, and the life she had to go through before she became the maiden.

“Where is he?” Abigail asked.

“Outside, are we finished?” Elena asked.

“Yes, go out and keep at his side. He may need you for more things. I will do the dishes and clean up the kitchen.”
“Thank you.” Elena answered and slowly hurried outside to meet with the horseman, the prince and the horse. Elena stood by the door, leaning against the door frame

“Sir?” She asked, awaiting her directions.

Elena took that moment to look over the horse. At first glance, she’d assume it was a Paint. But perhaps the man would know more about the horse than she would. Elena dug the heel of her flats into the soft soil, wiping her fingers off on her apron.