Thread: C'est la vie (shinka-sama x shuichi-kun)

C'est la vie 'that's life'. Henri felt his face was wet and it took him a moment to realize why. Rolling down his round cheeks were tears. Real tears. He blinked his blue eyes, absolute surprise showing in them. ...Why...am I crying? he wondered, bewildered. At the moment he sat in a richly furnished room. He didn't know what it would be called, but it had a fireplace, and a chair, as well as a very comfortable couch. That was where he had settled. There were also bookcases, and he looked at those now...raking his mind for the word...it was a...study. A study. And who would have a study in his own private home but a powerful man? He felt his heart skip a beat at the realization. And then, why am I here? No answer came, just like for the other question. His mind was blank. A few more seconds passed, and the silence was filled with the merry crackling of the fire in the fireplace. The boy himself remained motionless, sitting stiff and uncertain on the comfortable leather cushions of the couch. He stared at the worn ragged knees of his blue jeans and he wondered some more. Then, the silence was broken by a new sound, and that was the sound of footsteps. To Henri, it was like a gunshot, and he leapt to his feet. Whirling to face the open study door he managed to catch sight of the male a second before he entered the room. The man was tall, and dark haired. His expression was blank at first but upon noticing Henri standing there, looking for all the world like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, it changed. He actually smiled. I see you're awake, Trenton murmured. though, you should sit down. You look pale...and-- he caught himself before he said 'the Master'. Didn't want to confuse the young teen anymore than he was now. --he said it felt like you might have a fever. F...fever... Henri mumbled, shaking his head. Who said that? Was it the guy that brought me in? Who is he? Where am I? What happened? Sit. this was said with enough authority that it seemed to get through that haze of confused panic...Trenton was pleased to see his order followed, as the young teen sat, though with his neck craned, so that his eyes were still on him. One question at a time, please. He is...well. We'll get to that later. But he brought you in because he found you. You were in the park on the ground. ...You don't remember? It was night. There was no reason for you to be there, and he tells me he tried to wake you. When that didn't work, he picked you up and brought you to the safest place. That's here. Oh. he said, doubtfully. So, he saved me... If you want to see it that way, yes. It's a cold night tonight. I haven't any doubt you would have been frozen by morning. Trenton even tried to smile, but it looked wrong on his face. Somehow out of place in a way that made it clear he was used to more solemn expressions. ...and...where is he now? Can I see him? Mm. Yes, I'm sure you will sometime tonight...but, it was nearly a physical pain not to call his Master by his proper title. he's a busy man. You might want to get comfortable -- it could be a while. And in the meantime Trenton went about getting Henri a drink. A minute later, both males were sitting on the couch, the dark haired man with one leg crossed casually over the other, and the boy with a cup of milk in his hands.