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

Chadrick silently thanked his lucky stars. Ah, a good thing he's so pissed off at Trent! he thought fervently. I would have been out of here in no time. He blinked his dark eyes at that, an expression of part amusement, part confusion crossing his face. He remembered that on his arrival to the mansion Trenton had tried to be nice to him -- to 'ease him into the life' as it was put. But he had angrily refused, and soon after the black haired British man seemed to have decided that he cared no longer for his new 'brother'. So, after that of course Trenton had seldom offered a word of help, and when he did it was strictly robotic. Yes...robotic. The zealous teen could only see him in that way, as he didn't understand his blind faith in the man that they were supposed to be calling 'Master'. After those first few days, there had been an immediate dislike between them. Their personalities didn't mesh at all. Chadrick even got the sneaking suspicion that Trenton would like nothing more than to be the Master at times...the idea pissed him off. That subservient hound touching him -- ! But it had never happened, and now Chadrick was experiencing something odd. A new feeling that was born from having the distinct feeling that Trenton had by accident helped him dodge a bullet. If Master hadn't been preoccupied, and if he hadn't gone quiet at the right second...oh, lucky day. Thanks, Trent, he thought, rather unwillingly surprised by this gratitude you spineless fool. He remained silent after that, squirming and groaning only occasionally with the discomfort that was the set up Master Damien had placed him in. Henri felt small as a church mouse, but lucky as sin, as well. He wasn't being yelled at and that was good. Plus he was allowed to eat good food! He started to reach for a muffin, but stopped, his small fingertips an inch or so away from the fluffy goodness of the morsel. His eyes went to the head of the table, to see if the master was watching, or if he cared or not. Then, realizing that it might actually be okay, he took up the muffin and took a nice big bite. It tasted so good! ...And then Henri felt the weirdest most uncomfortable sense of guilt wash back over him. He wasn't used to it, and it confused the daylights out of him, because before this it had always been that he was on his own. He had never been responsible for protecting anyone but himself and this...was weird. The empty chair across from him that he thought should be where Trenton sat caused the snakes of guilt to writhe wickedly in his stomach. He frowned, and looked up, considering telling the master that he wasn't hungry, and to ask 'can I pass on breakfast'? But no, that would be rude. So he ate. It was uncomfortable on the most unfamiliar level, but he ate until his empty stomach was no longer pained with hunger. Trenton had removed himself to the master's study. This was where he usually went, where he believed he was expected to go, when things were not right between he and his Master. Calmly ignoring the couches he took up a place against the wall instead. Leaning with his back pressed to the wood paneled wall...there was no way of guessing the handsome slave was feeling any discomfort or fear. He looked absolutely relaxed. That couldn't be further from the truth.