over to the washstand. His tail flicked
curiously as he picked up the brush resting in the cream. His
master must have been in a hurry to have left it there.
He sniffed. It wasn't real cream, he
realized. It smelled like his master--of sandalwood. He stuck his
finger in it. It was smooth and creamy, like soap but smoother,
fluffier. He looked up to the mirror he'd seen his master peering
in and realized it was set at a height for his master. He'd never
paid attention to it before, not caring about his appearance, so
he'd never realized how high it was.
With a quick glance at the door again, he
slid the large washing bowl to the side and climbed up on to the
table in front of the mirror. Crouching on the edge, he peered at
himself in the mirror.
His long ebony hair nearly obscured his face,
and he brushed the bangs back. He noticed his eyes were green, and
not the beautiful sky blue like his master's. He huffed at his
plain face, he was nothing like the chiseled man he now shared a
room with. While his master's jaw was hard and strong, his was thin
and boring.
Maybe the cream would make it better, like it
did for his master. Kayden lifted the bowl and brush and swirled it
like he'd seen his master doing earlier. Then he scooped some
lather up on the short bristles and rubbed them over his cheeks and
chin. He gazed at himself in the mirror. He frowned. He looked like
the rabid dog that had chased him into a tree once.
He growled at himself in the mirror, tipping
his ears forward and trying to look menacing like the dog had. It
didn't work. He sighed, reaching for the scraping blade to take off
the cream.
He suddenly heard a sound, almost like a
laugh from the other room. His eyes darted around and widened in
shock at his master standing near the bed with his hands on his
hips.
Oh, shit! He'd been so wrapped up in
playing with the cream that he hadn't heard the man come back into
the room. Kayden jerked and felt himself falling toward the
floor.
****
Damien had stopped in shock when he'd walked
back into his room. He'd forgotten his dress coat and had returned
to find the little neko perched on the washroom's washstand,
smearing shaving cream over his face. The sight was nearly
ridiculous. Kayden had been so timid and cowered at everything that
Damien nearly expected to see the little kit sitting on the floor
by the table waiting for John. The fact that he'd actually been
playing in the shaving cream nearly had Damien laughing out loud.
He'd stayed quiet, however, not wanting to disturb the boy,
enjoying the sight of the boy being so uninhibited.
But when the little kit growled at his
reflection, Damien couldn't help but feel a chuckle bubble out of
his chest. Oh, god, that felt good , grinning as he realized
that he hadn't really laughed in such a long time.
An instant later though, he regretted his
laughter. The young neko looked terrified as he'd realized Damien
was in the room and half fell, half jumped from washing table.
Bowls clattered, one crashing to the floor and shattering into
pieces as the boy darted out of sight.
"Kayden!" Damien shouted in concern, racing
toward the washroom. A quick glance and he couldn't even find the
boy, which didn't make any sense. Where could he go?
Damien walked further in the bathing room,
his foot accidently kicking at his shaving razor that had also hit
the floor, and he finally spotted the little neko cowering behind
the washing tub. He chuckled again at the sight of the boy smeared
with the shaving cream.
The boy's green eyes darted to his, and
Damien realized just how frightened the boy was. He probably
thought he was in trouble.
Damien smiled and grabbed a bathing towel off
the nearby rack.
"Come here," Damien gestured gently.
Kayden ducked his head submissively, or maybe
he was worried Damien would hit him, Damien wasn't sure.
"I-I'm s-sorry, s-sir," came a soft voice
whisper, then a sneeze.
The Duke laughed out loud now. "It's okay,
kitten," he assured,
curiously as he picked up the brush resting in the cream. His
master must have been in a hurry to have left it there.
He sniffed. It wasn't real cream, he
realized. It smelled like his master--of sandalwood. He stuck his
finger in it. It was smooth and creamy, like soap but smoother,
fluffier. He looked up to the mirror he'd seen his master peering
in and realized it was set at a height for his master. He'd never
paid attention to it before, not caring about his appearance, so
he'd never realized how high it was.
With a quick glance at the door again, he
slid the large washing bowl to the side and climbed up on to the
table in front of the mirror. Crouching on the edge, he peered at
himself in the mirror.
His long ebony hair nearly obscured his face,
and he brushed the bangs back. He noticed his eyes were green, and
not the beautiful sky blue like his master's. He huffed at his
plain face, he was nothing like the chiseled man he now shared a
room with. While his master's jaw was hard and strong, his was thin
and boring.
Maybe the cream would make it better, like it
did for his master. Kayden lifted the bowl and brush and swirled it
like he'd seen his master doing earlier. Then he scooped some
lather up on the short bristles and rubbed them over his cheeks and
chin. He gazed at himself in the mirror. He frowned. He looked like
the rabid dog that had chased him into a tree once.
He growled at himself in the mirror, tipping
his ears forward and trying to look menacing like the dog had. It
didn't work. He sighed, reaching for the scraping blade to take off
the cream.
He suddenly heard a sound, almost like a
laugh from the other room. His eyes darted around and widened in
shock at his master standing near the bed with his hands on his
hips.
Oh, shit! He'd been so wrapped up in
playing with the cream that he hadn't heard the man come back into
the room. Kayden jerked and felt himself falling toward the
floor.
****
Damien had stopped in shock when he'd walked
back into his room. He'd forgotten his dress coat and had returned
to find the little neko perched on the washroom's washstand,
smearing shaving cream over his face. The sight was nearly
ridiculous. Kayden had been so timid and cowered at everything that
Damien nearly expected to see the little kit sitting on the floor
by the table waiting for John. The fact that he'd actually been
playing in the shaving cream nearly had Damien laughing out loud.
He'd stayed quiet, however, not wanting to disturb the boy,
enjoying the sight of the boy being so uninhibited.
But when the little kit growled at his
reflection, Damien couldn't help but feel a chuckle bubble out of
his chest. Oh, god, that felt good , grinning as he realized
that he hadn't really laughed in such a long time.
An instant later though, he regretted his
laughter. The young neko looked terrified as he'd realized Damien
was in the room and half fell, half jumped from washing table.
Bowls clattered, one crashing to the floor and shattering into
pieces as the boy darted out of sight.
"Kayden!" Damien shouted in concern, racing
toward the washroom. A quick glance and he couldn't even find the
boy, which didn't make any sense. Where could he go?
Damien walked further in the bathing room,
his foot accidently kicking at his shaving razor that had also hit
the floor, and he finally spotted the little neko cowering behind
the washing tub. He chuckled again at the sight of the boy smeared
with the shaving cream.
The boy's green eyes darted to his, and
Damien realized just how frightened the boy was. He probably
thought he was in trouble.
Damien smiled and grabbed a bathing towel off
the nearby rack.
"Come here," Damien gestured gently.
Kayden ducked his head submissively, or maybe
he was worried Damien would hit him, Damien wasn't sure.
"I-I'm s-sorry, s-sir," came a soft voice
whisper, then a sneeze.
The Duke laughed out loud now. "It's okay,
kitten," he assured,
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