The last session of dojo I think I broke a few bones when we were sparring. The guy got sent to hospital and I got a telling from the old man, reprimanding me about how I shouldn't be going all out in that sort of environment.
The last time I got that speech was when I was, I think, 8?
Somewhere around that age.
I didn't pay any attention but what I did do was put all my energy into my sour mood.
I walked home at normal time and started to calm down as the memory of the day got pushed to the back of my mind.
The mansion was quiet and the butlers did not say a word.
This was strange behaviour, normally they would say things like. 'What would you like for dinner, would you like me to prepare anything.' Things like that then add the stupid phrase 'young master' at the end.
I went to my room to set my bag down and headed straight to the head butler.
The head butler resided in a room of his own and didn't do much but let it for the other butlers.
He would only come out to attend to very important matters.
"Head butler, what going on?" I questioned him in a tone that encouraged him to answer.
Actually, encouraged is not the word I would use. More like, answer or suffer the consequences.
"Well, young master, "
"Don't call me young master!"
"I have something to tell you, your parents are coming back and will be arriving at the mansion tomorrow in the afternoon. They said for you to skip school tomorrow so you could properly greet them." The head butler said to me in a monotonous voice.
No.
Frick, my parents are back so soon? Then again they did leave 1 year ago. The reason I could go to the school is because half the negotiation was done over the phone.
They went to Europe to settle some business deals all over the continent. They travelled to 40 countries to control the businesses and update their papers personally.
They do this every 2 years and say every time that the meetings are crucial and that sometime in the future I would need to go as well.
The years when they leave, the mansion is basically heaven to me, when they are home the mansion is practically hell.
As the butler finished speaking my face paled.
I returned to my room mentally preparing myself to block out everything but my memories of education.
During this time, Yuuta and Natalia completely left my mind.
...
I woke up feeling not as good I would as other days. Parents are coming home, Yuuta and Natalia are a toxic couple and Dominic is still a person I feel I need to keep my guard up around.
He might be playful but his intent might be something treacherous, you can never tell what's in that guy's mind.
I dressed up in smart casual cloths thinking I wouldn't even bother trying to go to school.
I'd rather skip a day of school then my parents going over their personally to pull me out.
It was almost 12 by the time I brushed my teeth, washed my face, had breakfast and did some quick practice. I play piano because my parents thought that some musical skills will attract some girls. They weren't wrong.
Which is why I hide the fact that I play piano.
The servants all looked over when I headed straight for the 7 foot Bechstein piano.
I took out the music in the stool and played through them one by one.
My masked hatred for the instrument and parents hidden within the pieces.
Graceful hand movements with killing intent.
Musically that emphasised my need for control.
Upright seated position which spoke of my power.
All hidden within.
The sound waves rung in the hall when I got up from the stool while I looked at the hanging clock.
11:55am
I went back to my room to finish my English so that I could keep up my reputation as a scholarship student.
Just as I got to my room and the clock hit 12 a voice came in through the walls.
"Micheal, we're home! Aren't you going to come down and give us a proper greeting?" I heard my mother say. I froze and gritted my teeth as I reluctantly got out of my chair to head downstairs.
"Coming mother," I said back in a respectful tone.
"Looks like behaviour as an heir has gotten the slightest bit better. Why can't you be like the other nobles heirs and just be obedient. Your the disgrace of the Coltus family, you even want to go to a lowly public school." My mother said in a condescending tone.
My face was stuck in one indifferent expression that I'm sure my mother had gotten use to.
"Your mother is right my son. As the heir to a noble family you must act the part" my father joined in on the act.
I sighed in my head but still remained still.
"No wonder your brother left, he was ashamed to have such a brat as a sibling, then again he isn't any better then you are." My mother said without hesitation.
My concentration levels dropped and my act nearly dropped, my mask cracked to reveal a bit of a sneer. How dare they!
Brother was the only member of this goddamn family I will actually consider family.
"How dare you sneer at your mother! Has your behaviour truly gotten better? To me it's gotten a whole lot worse for you to have the nerve to sneer at her!" My father said almost shouting. His voice did not go above a certain volume making him sound more in control and dangerous.
They can't hurt me though, they wouldn't even if that was the only choice left.
I was the only child of the two since my brother left and instead of dotting on me so that I wouldn't leave. They blamed his disappearance on me and kept me on a tighter leash.
What they didn't know is that you can't keep a wolf on a dog leash.
I just need to wait.
Anyway, meet my parents, Nicholas Malligane Coltus and Juliet Malligane Coltus.
The most wonderful (terrible) parents in the world.
They truly warm (freeze) my heart!
"Hello mother, father, welcome home, I am happy to be the first to see you as you enter the mansion of the noble Coltus." I said in a monotonous and almost sarcastic voice.
Luckily they didn't pick up on it.
"Lovely, now we can have dinner!" My mother said.
Most of those words were said at my father and she completely ignored me.
The pain come back, it felt weird. I couldn't tell my parents. They act unfeeling and mother would say something like boys should be tough.
She doesn't realise that boys cry too.
I continued to look ahead at the blank air trying to ignore the obvious uncaring attitude my mother and father showed me.
"Mother, father, I will return downstairs when dinner is upon the table." I said to them, trying to sound respectful.
I walked away at a steady pace then when I was out of their sight I ran up. I don't want to deal with them.
They talk so much about him and compare us even when he's... dead.
Elijah was found dead and no further investigation was ordered, my parents didn't seem to care and told the police to stop investigation as it would just waste their time. It was so hard to hear those words come out of their mouth.
They knew, where he was but they let him die like he was a useless member of a lowly family.
"Micheal, dinner is on the table. Come down to eat" my father said right outside my door.
"Ok,"
I got up and went to the dinner table behind my father.
On the table was the food and layout how my parents liked it. They'd tell the chef to do the same thing every time.
It was a bore for my tastebuds which had this everyday my parents were home.
Waiting for my father to start eating so I could get something in my stomach because he was the head of family.
I tried to force things in as I couldn't excuse myself from the table before father left. Table manners were such a pain but their would be even more if I didn't do them.
"At least you're remember your table manners you useless child." My mother said
"If only you could be as respectful as the other heirs. You and your brother were both brats. I don't know how I have birth to you two.
This family will become the laughing stock of the nobles if this continues on,"
My mother never ceased her relentless jabs at my brother and I as we ate dinner. Father was quiet the whole time but through his silence I could tell that he wholeheartedly agreed with her.
Not even the butlers were nice to me. They acted indifferent as their purpose of being used as tools was crystal clear in their minds.
My parents took them from the military and since both of them are esteemed commanders the employers are all respectful towards them.
Since they are all soldiers kindness and leniency will not work on them as tools cannot feel these emotions. All the people have become empty shells.
The matter with my parents is because they got conflicting orders. From both my parents and the head butler so they were a bit unsteady. If it was anyone else who entered the house they probably wouldn't even notice.
Once father put his chopsticks down that I was watching carefully for the whole time I immediately put mine down and excused myself from the table.
"You ungrateful child," my mother said with a sneer as I left.
You ungrateful mother, of course I didn't say that out loud.
Going back to my room to have the least contact with my parents as possible and so I could finish all my homework.
I sat down and opened my laptop again.
I just needed to write one more rebuttal and I'd be done.
The extension task was done already so I just had to write this down and all my homework would be done and ready to hand in.
My pen rolled across the paper in blues creating letter and soon sentences.
My lamp was on as night fell, covering the sky and the faint light of the stars were barely visible.
I went to sleep that night with a kind loaded full of things and memories that resurfaced.
The nightmares came one after the other and my body remained restless for the whole night only staying still in the few hours before morning.