"Books. They are everywhere. They hold knowledge from the past. They help us understand and learn literally anything. In a way, people are books. They help us understand literally anything too. One way or the other. If books have value, and people are books, do people have value too? The books I read often say that everyone is equal in value. But the value of a book is determined based on how much knowledge it holds. Or how important that knowledge is. Unless it's a book for entertainment, of course. But even then, books can be devided in more or less entertaining. So if all that is true, how can people have the same value, if they don't hold the same amount of knowledge? Maybe that's what school is for. To regulate. I wouldn't know, I haven't been to school yet. Books say it's a fun place. I still don't really understand that word. Fun… the dictionary defines it as a state of happiness, enjoyment or entertainment. For example; something that you like to do would most likely be fun. I never felt that way. I wonder what book I have to read to understand it."

Sitting alone in a big library, Yamato who was only four years old, read books. It was a private library, in his mansion. Or rather, his parents mansion. They weren't much around. His mother was in another country, and his father usually stayed in his room. Working, talking on the phone. Yamato spent his time in the library, because he had nothing else to do.

Reading all day actually bored him. But so did everything else. His father made him go to a private kindergarten when he turned two, however he only stayed there for a week. Apparently there was an incident with a kindergarten teacher. So he stayed at home ever since, never leaving the house.

Today however, he seemed to have no intention to read in the library. After waking up, very early as always, he walked through the hallway and to the kitchen. He usually gets his food made by a private chef, so he actually never went into the kitchen before. No one seemed to notice him enter, he was rather small after all. Watching the kitchen staff work, he seemed perplexed as they laughed and talked to eachother. He wondered if this was how fun looked like. By the definition he knew, it would appear so. If he were to cook, would he have fun too?

"What are you doing here, Young Master?"

Said a female voice from behind him. He could tell by the sound of the voice who it was. His maid, Beatrice. She had been around since he was born. He could remember that shortly before his first birthday, she got hired by his father over the phone. He didn't here everything, but she seemed to be eager to work here. Probably because of the pay. While he didn't know what his father did for a living for sure, he guessed it was a private business.

After he didn't respond to Beatrice's question, she picked him up and walked him out of the kitchen.

"It's dangerous in the kitchen, Young Master. You shouldn't be there unattended."

"I can walk on my own."

He said a bit annoyed at her action.

"Oh, I'm sure you can. If only you wouldn't walk around dangerous places if I let you walk on your own…"

"I was perfectly safe and far away to walk out if anything were to happen."

"What were you doing there in the first place?"

"What were you doing there?"

"Looking for you. Now stop dodging the question."

"I was just bored."

"And you walk to the kitchen?"

"Yes."

"I'm sure we can find something better than that somewhere."

She walked him through the hallway, and put him down in his room.

"There, you said you were bored? How about…"

She searched through the shelves, looking for anything that could possibly interest him.

"Don't you think that if something were in my room, I'd be doing that already?"

"Why so snappy, Young Master? I'm sure you didn't go through the top shelves."

"Just because I can't reach them…"

"Well, why didn't you call for me?"

"…"

"Anyway, what do we have here!"

"Something mediocre?"

"Not so negative!"

"Well, what is it?"

"It's poker!"

"…why is that in my room?"

"Because I bought it for you!"

"…Thanks, I guess."

"You're welcome!"

She excitedly put the box down on a table in his room, and started to deal cards.

"It's a complicated game, and no four year old would usually play it. But since you're so premature, I thought we could play a simplified version of it."

"No need."

"Huh?"

"I know the rules of regular poker."

"Haha, no you don't~"

"Yes, I do."

"How could you possibly, Young Master~ We play simplified."

"I read about it."

"Nuh uh, you haven't!"

"Why do you insist on playing poker for idiots…"

"Because I'm being considerate~"

As she tried to shuffle the deck, it fell out of her hands multiple times. Some cards got ripped even.

"You're doing that wrong…"

"Well, then you do it!"

She gave up. Yamato grabed a second set of cards from the box and shuffled it perfectly.

"Pft, show off…"

She pouted, but at least they could finally play. Her inability to shuffle only proved what Yamato already concidered to be the case, she couldn't play poker. This became even more evident after she lost every game.

"Are you cheating?! One more time!"

She bacame frustrated as she kept losing. She was more childish than Yamato, who just always seemed to get the better hand. Even when she dealt.

"It's getting late. Maybe you win next time."

"Argh!! Fine! It was fun while it lasted… But I'll let you know that I'll come back stronger!"

He tilted his head at that.

"It was fun?"

"It was, wasn't it?"

"But you never won…"

"So?"

"Ah.. nothing. Good night."

"Oh, okay. Good night."

She left after putting the cards back in the box and the box back in the shelf. Leaving Yamato in his room.

He went to bed directly after she left. But he didn't fall asleep. What she said made him think about fun again.

"She had fun, huh… I can't say I felt particularly different from how I usually feel. Maybe because I didn't lose? Do you have to lose to have fun? No… I read about people who won competitions and said it was fun. So that can't be a definitive factor. Maybe tomorrow, I can ask her about what made it fun."