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Hiro rested his elbows along the black terrace fencing, sleepily leaning over the patio outside his room. He pondered his own thoughts as he watched the sun slowly rise over the trees behind his large home. He ran his fingers through his blond hair before yawning with a long stretch. Today, he would do no work. Instead, he would spend some time with Shiro, his personal servant. Although, he had to admit that they had grown into so much more since the boys arrival. Hiro never thought that he would ever become as close as he had with one of his purchases.
Just the idea of it forced a wrinkle over the mans brow. Hiro was never really one to care about opinions and what others might think, however, he suddenly wondered what the other vampires might say. How his own friends would react. His subordinates wouldn't dare speak a word should they find out, lest they risk being unemployed and running for the rest of their pitiful lives.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, he turned from the terrace and entered his empty room once more. Since their newly established relationship, Hiro had decided to give the boy back the room that he'd had upon arrival at the home. It was only several steps away from his own, however, he had given the boy back some of his own freedom. He had been careful to warn Shiro about getting any ideas and running off into the night. The subordinates had been trained to shoot anything that moved in the dead of the night. A vampire, would have healed and been brought to Hiro immediately. A human, however, would not have made it out alive. Trying to escape would have been a death wish with his guards and subordinates standing by through all hours of the day and night.
The man washed himself up and put on a pair of pale khaki shorts and a pink polo. He left his room and quickly crossed the hallway so that he was standing in front of Shiro's door. Hiro used the back of his knuckle to tap against it several times. "Shiro?" he called. Hiro hadn't thought about looking at a clock before he went to disturb the human. Humans all seemed to need so much more sleep than the vampires did. It was quite exhausting, having to wait until the brightness of the sun rose them. When no response came, Hiro knocked a little harder. "Shiro!" he called, a little more impatiently.
Just the idea of it forced a wrinkle over the mans brow. Hiro was never really one to care about opinions and what others might think, however, he suddenly wondered what the other vampires might say. How his own friends would react. His subordinates wouldn't dare speak a word should they find out, lest they risk being unemployed and running for the rest of their pitiful lives.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, he turned from the terrace and entered his empty room once more. Since their newly established relationship, Hiro had decided to give the boy back the room that he'd had upon arrival at the home. It was only several steps away from his own, however, he had given the boy back some of his own freedom. He had been careful to warn Shiro about getting any ideas and running off into the night. The subordinates had been trained to shoot anything that moved in the dead of the night. A vampire, would have healed and been brought to Hiro immediately. A human, however, would not have made it out alive. Trying to escape would have been a death wish with his guards and subordinates standing by through all hours of the day and night.
The man washed himself up and put on a pair of pale khaki shorts and a pink polo. He left his room and quickly crossed the hallway so that he was standing in front of Shiro's door. Hiro used the back of his knuckle to tap against it several times. "Shiro?" he called. Hiro hadn't thought about looking at a clock before he went to disturb the human. Humans all seemed to need so much more sleep than the vampires did. It was quite exhausting, having to wait until the brightness of the sun rose them. When no response came, Hiro knocked a little harder. "Shiro!" he called, a little more impatiently.