"I hate you!"
"I hate you more! I'd rather die than being your sister!"
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"You foolish fool…"
"… you're fun… ny… really…"
"Please… don't leave me like this, Wife…"
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"Oh my, look at that child. What a poor child, his mother leave him too soon."
'… I'm alright…'
"Yeah. That poor child must've felt really sad…"
'Lie…'
"That young child have to bear losing his mother. Ah… what a misfortune… Deliana is really pretty and kind…"
'You all don't know anything!'
"Vince…"
The young Vincent lifted his face up, "Yes, Papa?" His pale face could not match his father's pale and pitiful face that full of sorrow.
The young Vincent didn't really know what he should feel in that exact moment. He's not that close to his mother, but he loved and respected her as his 'mother', no more than that. So, seeing that everyone pitied him, he just could not accept it because he thought that he was perfectly fine.
"It'll be only the two of us now, Son…" Vincent's father bent down his knee and embraced Vincent. His shoulders shaking, but Vincent remained silent as his little hand patted his father's back.
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"Father, I have…"
"Ah, yes, I am in the middle of negotiation with the company team. Yes, I will inform you later for further need of documents… yes, Vincent? Did you say something?"
Vincent's father put his phone by his right side and faced Vincent with a warm look.
Vincent held his words, smiled gently, "No, I just want to say that I cooked tonight's dinner. So, I was wondering about the taste."
"Oh? Really?" Vincent's father ate a spoonful of rice and a piece of grilled beef. "It's delicious, you're a good cook, Son!" Vincent's father thumbed up with a cheerful smile.
Vincent chuckled, "Thank you, Fa—"
Vincent's father's phone ringing and made his father immediately picked up his phone.
"Yes, Sir Victor… Yes, we could get down to further discussion once we met in tomorrow's meeting…"
Clang!
That was Vincent, hitting the table with his cold eyes staring at the table. His father seemed to startled a little and decided to end the call.
"I will call you later, Sir… Yes, good evening, Sir."
"Vince…" Vincent's father gently called Vincent whose face darkened.
Vincent sighed. He rose from his seat and walked to the staircase, ignoring his father's call.
"Tania, please get my dinner to my room." Vincent commanded one of the maid, Tiana, to bring his dinner to his room as he felt not in the mood to have dinner at the dining room anymore.
"Yes, Young Master."
Tania bowed slightly and did as she commanded. Vincent was no longer there as he's already gone up to the second floor.
"Master, this…" The old butler said carefully. He felt troubled as he saw the young master, Vincent, seemed tobe upset, but he also didn't want to offend his 'old master' as well.
Vincent's father slightly raised his right left hand.
"No, I'm in the fault here. He's still young and I couldn't give him much of affection he need. I'm a failure as a father, am I not, Rufus?" Vincent's father looked sad as he clenched his right hand to suppressed any emotion lurked to his face.
"Master…"
The old butler knew the best that his master cared the most to the young master. But the young master had been lonely, for a fourteen years old child always ate his breakfast, lunch, dinner, even when he had his birthday alone, it sounded normal that the young master began to lose what kindness meant.
In the other place, Tania brought the dinner into Vincent's room after got the permission to enter.
"I told you it's useless, Tania. I have barely an ounce of patience to see those scene while having supper again and again."
Vincent sighed with a cold face as he look at his dinner, a grilled beef and an egg soup that his father liked very much. Vincent tried to replicate what his mother ever cooked for his father. It's not the same, but he managed to make a decent dish and quite proud of it.
Vincent sighed again.
"Out. Don't let anyone come to my room until tomorrow. Don't defy me like last time, I don't like ones who don't obey me while they could." Vincent said with a piercing cold stares.
Tania bowed down, "Yes, Young Master."
Tania went out from the room and closed the door gently, then went downstairs. Somehow she could feel her hands trembled a bit.
Her father, Rufus, the butler served the old master, looking at her with a gentle smile. Tania saw that the old master was not at the dining room anymore, perhaps he's already gone to his work room or bedroom.
"Young Master… how is he?" Rufus asked carefully as he put off his thin-framed glasses down to the glass table in front of him.
Tania approached her father and took a seat beside him. "He closed his heart even more. I've seen those glare and heard those monotone words a lot."
Tania took a breath. "His condition is not good, he could break down in any moment. Same goes to the 'old', he seems to extremely worry about something."
"The young one said…" Tania recalled what the young master said to her last time she broke his command. "… 'it is better to feed a dog who would lose its life for its feeder rather than raising a being with 'brain' that always defy the order'."
"It's… Father, I have seen a lot of my clients behaved like that and I could not turn my eyes blind for this… but Young Master…" Tania clenched her fists.
Rufus looked at his only daughter sympathetically. "You could not save every being from the drought, you could only either choose to help one or none because your hands are 'always' tied."
"Our hands… tied…?"
Hah! What a bluffing! There's no such thing, it's only… only that we could not find the way 'yet'.
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"Tania, arrange me a simple house in Japan. I want to move and have my further education there." Vincent casually flipped the page of the red covered book he read.
"Yes, Young Master. I will have you the options by this afternoon."
"Good. By the way, please lent me some books of this author and more of the Sigmund Freud's too." Vincent said calmly as he flipped the page.
"Yes, Young Master." Tania bowed and went out of the study room.
She arranged all the command perfectly as she commanded.
"Young Master, I have five options that might into your taste and here are the books." Tania put down five piece of thin paper with the details of place and type of house, etc, plus the books that Vincent wanted.
Vincent took a glance at those papers, then he picked up a piece of paper. After he read it, he handed it over to Tania. "This one. Please register me to a 'normal' school nearby." Vincent said as he casually opened one of the thick books Tania brought.
"Yes, Young Master, as you wish."
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"You know, Tania, I feel relieved."
"Pardon?"
Vincent glanced at Tania, then his 'new house'. He smiled, then said, "In a word, Tania. I don't have any regret if I die right now."
A playful smile, but yet, a decent 'real' smile.
"Please enjoy your day, Young Master." Tania said with a faint smile on her face.
"Yeah… by the way, Tania, if something 'will ever' happened to me, don't let my 'Papa' do something idiotic."
Tania widened her eyes as she saw Vincent went into the house after saying those words.
Just… what did it mean…? Somehow, Tania had a bad feeling about this, but soon she brushed it off as she thought she's being too sensitive lately.
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"Master! Don't do this!"
"Master, calm down!"
"Master!"
"But, Rufus! Vincent… My Vince is…"
Tania blankly stared at the scene in front of her. The young master, Vincent, been in comatose after getting stab by unidentified punk.
"You… Young… Mas… ter…"
Tania trembled in fear. She feared that Vincent, her young master, will… ah, she didn't even want to say the word as she didn't to believe it.
Vincent's father really wanted to do something like what Vincent had said before.
"Master! You should calm down!" Tania said as she pulled the master before he really do that extreme killing method.
"Young Master will be okay! He must be and he will be forever be fine! Master must believe in Young Master. Young Master will regain his consciousness, believe in Young Master."
Vincent's father stared at Tania blankly before mumbling with tremble and tears. "Vince… my little Vince…"
'Young Master, wherever you go, please come back immediately. Be sure to come back no matter what…'
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"Here you are."
"Ah… Lady Arafania."
Nia squatted beside Vincent with her knees joined together.
"My sister is not the type to easily get provoked. But, mind your words, my sister is quite sensitive to the 'title' given to her." Nia said with a faint smile.
Vincent nodded, "No, it's my fault to point that title out."
Nia looked at Vincent, "No," Nia pulled her long hair to her back. "My sister would not mind the title if it is the 'lady title', but the thing is 'magical being'. Our father protect us as both of us are his daughters, but the other fear us due to our 'overwhelming' magic. Most of them fear my sister because she could turn you into a completely useless guy in one second just by one snap of her fingers."
"I see… I apologize for not understanding my place, talking as I pleased." Vincent bowed his head.
"My sister will not be angry for a long time, Sir. Please be sure to apologize to her though."
"I will, My Lady."
"Come on, we're friend now, aren't we?" Nia stretched out her right hand.
"Yes, friend."
For the first time in (maybe) forever, Vincent found a satisfying moment. And an interesting object to see. By any means, don't do anything bad (^_^;) or Rafa would 'end' you like others.