Chapter Nine: Fencing?

Waylen takes another peak at the itinerary, checking whether or not he had misread it earlier. Sadly, he hadn't. That piece of paper truly said fencing in bold red ink. As much as he hated to admit it, Waylen's definition of exercise is broader than most. 

The caretaker watches the dilemma unfold on the child's expressionless face. The only indication of the battle at large being the absent stare in his beautiful almond-colored eyes. Giving off an unparallel aura of overwhelming elegance, everything neat, orderly and in place. Everything as it should be. Truly a spectacle to be bestowed upon, then again, most things are. 

 Waylen arose from the wooden chair, refusing to listen to another scream of a clock. "Where?" He asks, out of earshot from the caretaker. There is no noticeable response. 

Forced to use his skill of deduction, Waylen walks out of the wing and down the hall to exit the building. The walls are still blue in color; however, it seems a disturbing plane. No artwork to be seen, only occasional claw-like gashes. A large wooden door met his eyes, then he remembered. 

Suddenly, the desire to press up against the door disappeared. His almond-colored eyes gently giving off disturbed. 

***

Xavier stood with his back against the front door to the building of blue, his ruby eyes gleaming. Pale face radiating through the dark clouds, he looked godly. 

Maids run about the courtyard, each doing their damned to clean up last night's mess. If so much as a droplet remains he'll have their heads. Mere centerpieces for the dinner table. 

It's only been a day, regret surged through their hearts. How does one expect to get blood out of such an ugly, gray, grass? It's practically stained... 

The maids of yellow frantically run with their heads down under the beast's watchful gaze. Flabbergasted by just what's in this dead grass. Intestines strewn about the yard. Small piles of "intact" corpses clinging to the old shiny black gate, staining it with their morbid struggle. 

If only that beast wasn't the master. If only the estate will take mercy on their souls. Then just maybe they'll live to see another day. May the beast stay occupied, and not look too closely at the horrid of the front yard. 

"Doesn't the master have OCD?" One of the maids ask in a panicked voice, holding a served arm in her bare hands.

They all stopped for a moment, turning their eyes back to beast in red. Nonsense, that beast hadn't a care in the world. Standing their like the center of attention he is. Clearly, as long as he preoccupied everyone's presence, internal and external, he'd be happy. 

All of the other maids shot the girl a glare for talking nonsense, before swiftly returning to their work. In their heads thinking, "We are all going to die."

Flexing his long, slender fingers he takes in what the stupid maid said. A stupid smile cracks on his perfectly, sculpted face. "I think I'll let that one live," he thinks to himself before giving in to the stupid presence behind him. 

Frankly, he had been waiting for the silly little amnesiac for the last fifteen minutes. However, his aura made him forget all of it. A small anger wells up inside his body, wanting to beat him into submission. 

"Is he just going to stand there?" Xavier asks quietly, rolling his eyes while maintaining his sexy appearance. 

With that, the large wooden door pushed open into his ass, for the whole courtyard to see. 

"Oh shit." The maids collectively think, wondering who had the sheer audacity to do such a thing. 

A tall young man walks out, with silky almond colored hair and a matching set of eyes. Perfectly pink lips, helping aid the overall innocent look he emitted. It felt wrong to call a guy pretty, but it has never been more fitting. It made you want to coddle him and be there at his every beck and call. Were all the people in the color blue that pretty? 

Waylen's eyes fall to the roadblock the door had encountered, doing his utter best to not laugh aloud. If Xavier hadn't had certain assets, he would have been properly bashed by the front door. Really such a shame. 

"I know I have a great ass, but I'm going to kill you." Xavier declares in a cocky, non-serious way. 

Waylen couldn't help but take another look, making his way closer to the silver haired man. Reaching inside his pockets, Waylen smiles a devious smile. An expression that brought an uncomfortable feeling to the silver haired man. Everything in his body shouted move. However, that would shatter the image he sought to foster with the maids. How will they ever look at him seriously with impending fear?

Swiping the scissors from his pocket, the blade makes his way to the back. Xavier quickly steps to the side, flustered. 

"Oops," Waylen comments playing with the pair of scissors. An action that made it abundantly clear that he'd do it again at the next opportunity. 

Everyone in that courtyard came to the same conclusion, his audacity shows no bounds. 

"Aren't you supposed to be fencing?" Xavier reminds, a red hue appearing on his cheeks. 

Waylen tosses the scissors into his other hand, pulling the sword from Xavier's side in two fluid movements. Bringing the tip to his chest, he couldn't help the odd expressions on his pretty face. All without toxic aid.

Waylen Noel holds the sword of red at the throat of its holder for all to see. Establishing a level of dominance unheard of from the color blue. Xavier smiles, reaching for the sword at his other side. Both collectively thinking, who needs fencing? Surely the estate can suck it up.

"Xa-vi-er, you'll die at my hand." Waylen says mincingly not at all scared of the repercussions. 

Is this truly Waylen Noel? Xavier didn't have the time to ponder. The blood thirst from the amnesiac is very real.