Akito Hilton's Story

"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.)

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?"

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…”

“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.