6 Chapter 6: Handsome Lad

"Calyx, come here." Joaquin waved the male over. Confused the male walked over to him, "Young Master?" He questioned quietly, looking at him.

"Look at this shirt." Joaquin gestured to the shirt.

"How will it look on me?" Joaquin asked, placing the cream shirt against his body, awaiting this stoic bodyguard's answer. Joaquin discovered the usefulness of this so-called bodyguard of his. Joaquin's eyes sent a fleeting gaze at the male, his bluntness can be used. Joaquin thought.

Calyx was confused. Looking at the shirt, he looked up at his master's face with doubt, "Young Master…" he hesitated.

Joaquin watched him with narrowed eyes, "What?"

Calyx muttered, "You have a school uniform, so why are you buying clothes?" That question pierced Joaquin's heart, killing him in an instant. Panting lightly, he slowly turned away from the male, putting the skirt back on the rack. He removed himself from next to Calyx as he counted to ten, trying to calm the anger that boiled him whole.

His lips twitched as he reminded himself to never ask this man anything related to himself. Joaquin closed his eyes, before opening them. The clear glass-like eyes opened and they were clear and filled with arrogance of their cocky owner.

After he calmed himself, Joaquin did not spare Calyx a glance as he walked out of the clothing store with a little tail that he so badly wanted to kill. With a frown on his lips, Joaquin walked into a store where gloves were custom-made. His eyes were cold beyond the ice of Antarctica making the employees hesitate to approach him.

Joaquin paid them no mind as he walked up to the cashier, "Where is Mr. Fletcher?" He asked bluntly. No formalities left his lips as he looked at the person behind the desk coldly.

The female trembled lightly from his cold eyes, "Honorable guest, Mr. Fletcher told the employees not to disturb him." She managed to explain yet the male's eyes opposite her got colder as a sneer surfaced on his pink lips.

"Oh?" Joaquin scoffed, slamming his hand on the desk making a loud sound that had the cashier trembling more fiercely as she wondered where this madman came from.

"Call your boss, this instant!" Joaquin ordered coldly. The cashier nodded weakly as she picked up the phone under the male's stern gaze which seemed to want to burn her into the fourth layer of hell. She gulped lightly, hoping her boss picked up to save her from this madman.

"What?" Her boss' rude voice answered her ears and the employee nearly kneeled in thanks yet Joaquin abruptly took the phone from her hand before she could speak.

"I didn't place you in this position for you to go play!" Joaquin sneered into the phone.

"B-b-boss," the male stuttered in shock, losing his former arrogance in a flash.

"Come to the store!" Joaquin hung up, his cold eyes turned sharper as he scanned the female cashier who wanted to cry. Joaquin merely scoffed and turned away from her. Hearing her let out a sigh of relief, Joaquin rolled his eyes.

He looked down at his black-painted nails, wondering if he should get them down when a slender male entered the store. "Boss…" the male called with a large smile yet the sweat that formed on his forehead displayed his nervousness.

Joaquin didn't spare him a glance as he rolled his eyes, "I need a pair of gloves for this… behind me." Joaquin pointed to Calyx who stood behind him looking emotionless.

The slender man who was known as Mr. Fletcher looked at him. His honey-brown eyes light up in delight as he took in Calyx's form. "Such a handsome lad!" He nodded in approval yet a cold voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Do you still want your job?" Joaquin asked coldly and Mr. Fletcher trembled. "Yes, yes… what quality boss?" He asked fawningly and he faltered as he saw the cold fleeting glare that Joaquin sent him.

"Do I need to answer that silly and stupid question?" Joaquin snorted as he rolled his eyes in disdain. Mr. Fletcher's smile froze on his face as a deep blush bloomed on his cheeks from embarrassment.

"Sorry boss." Mr. Fletcher bowed deeply before lifting his head meekly. "Please, this way." He took them to the table where the tools he had were used to measure his customers' hands.

"How long will it take?" Joaquin asked, watching as Mr. Fletcher measured Calyx's hands with a sharp glare. Mr. Fletcher trembled lightly, upon hearing his deep cold voice.

"What will, boss?" Mr. Fletcher asked meekly as his hands trembled to write down the measures of Calyx's hands in his workbook.

Joaquin scoffed in annoyance, "Have you got stupider?"

Mr. Fletcher shook his head, "N-no boss!"

Joaquin snorted, "How long will the gloves take?"

"F-f-five days," Mr. Fletcher stuttered out and jumped as a palm abruptly came down on his work desk with a loud sound that had his soul shaking in fright.

"How many days did you say?" Joaquin asked darkly, his lips curling lightly as his left hand fingers twitched fiercely and at the corner of his eyes, Mr. Fletcher saw that and he gulped.

"Boss… please wait, I'll c-c-construct it right now!" He exclaimed, hurrying away with his workbook. In a flash, he disappeared around the corner of the store where his workshop was.

Joaquin sneered, "Good." His purple eyes flashed in delight as his stored anger was finally vented. The anger which was caused by this bastard, Joaquin's sent a fleeting glance towards Calyx who sat in his seat with a straight back.

Displeased at the sight, Joaquin immediately found a fault, "How can you be sitting while your master is standing?" Joaquin inquired sharply, his lilac-coloured eyes watching his bodyguard in scorn.

Calyx immediately stood, "Sorry, Young Master. This bodyguard was negligent in considering Young Master's feet." He bowed, before straightening up, "Please sit."

He moved out of Joaquin's way. With a pleased face, Joaquin sat. "Good boy," he grinned, looking at his nails.

Calyx nodded, "Yes, Young Master."

"B-b-boss," Mr. Fletcher came out of his workshop and looked at the sitting male, whose lilac-coloured eyes watched him with coldness that rivalled the North Pole.

He gulped lightly as the male opened his lips, "What is it, Mr. Fletcher?" Joaquin asked, his lilac eyes burning a hole in the male's skull.

"What… colour would you like the gloves in?" He asked, his eyes not looking at the male directly as he spoke.

Joaquin hummed, "A colour… black is good."

Mr. Fletcher nodded rapidly, "Yes boss, okay."

Joaquin looked away from the fawning male in distaste. "Whatever," he leaned back into the chair.