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Chapter 3

To say that Asato Tsuzuki was shocked was an understatement. He wasn't surprised that Muraki would give him a harem boy as a present, oh no, that's definitely a stunt Muraki would pull but what was shocking was the boy's age; he couldn't be more than 15 or 16 years old. It's a well known fact that Tsuzuki doesn't permit anyone under the age of 18 to enter his harem. That piece of jewelry has clearly marked him for the harem and there was nothing Tsuzuki could do about that. It wasn't fair that this child should have to be subjected to this life. But still...

The boy was the most beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on, truth be told. With his creamy white skin shone with luminosity and honeyed tresses that seemed to be made of silk, he's the emblem of earthy beauty. But what caught Tsuzuki's attention were the young man's eyes. Those large green eyes were stunning and it was another known fact that green was Tsuzuki's favorite color. In short, Tsuzuki felt an immediate attraction. Damn you, Muraki.

He glanced over at the boy who was eating his food in small bites; no wonder he's so slender, he doesn't eat a whole lot. The lighting in the hall shined down on his hair, making it look even silkier. God, Tsuzuki was tempted to stroke that hair, knowing it would feel just as soft as it looked. But somehow Tsuzuki resisted the temptation and shot a glare at the man responsible for this. Much to his annoyance, Muraki merely smiled, obviously pleased with himself that he gave such a wonderful gift.

A bell rang about midnight, signaling the end of the party. All the guests congratulated Tsuzuki with a happy birthday before leaving the great castle. Watari, one of Tsuzuki's closest friends, bounded up to him.

"Hey, Tsuzuki, you really know how to throw a party!" Watari said happily. He looked over at Tsuzuki's "birthday present" who looked like he was about to fall asleep at the table.

"Should I show him where the harem is?" Watari asked.

Tsuzuki shook his head. "No, he can stay in one of the guest rooms tonight. I'll take him to the harem tomorrow. Anyway, you know how they get when someone new comes along. He's been through enough today and I think he deserves some peace and quiet tonight."

Watari nodded. "All right, I ask one of the servants to prepare a guest room for the kid."

"Have them prepare the room next to mine," Tsuzuki said suddenly. He doesn't know why, but he would feel a lot better if the boy stayed close to him.

"Sure," Watari looked at Tsuzuki closely. "What are you going to do?"

"I want to talk to Muraki."

"Hmm, be careful," Watari walked up to the boy, who had fallen asleep and gently shook him. Green eyes blinked opened and stared warily into golden ones. Watari gave him his best genki smile. "Hey there, kid! I'm Watari. Come on, I'll show you where you're sleeping tonight."

The beautiful green eyes were filled with uncertainty. Tsuzuki gave him a warm smile and said:

"Go on, get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

The boy gave a slight nod and followed Watari out of the hall. Tsuzuki watched them leave before he turned to Muraki, who had just approached him from behind.

"He's such a beautiful boy, isn't he, Mr. Tsuzuki?" Muraki purred.

Tsuzuki felt a surge of anger course through him. "Where did you find him, Muraki? Where are his parents?"

"The boy's parents died awhile ago," Muraki said calmly. It was this or the streets. Which life do you think would have been better for him?"

Tsuzuki clutched his hands tightly. The bastard had a point but still, he shouldn't have to be subjected to this life, not at his age anyway.

"What's his name?" Tsuzuki asked softly, wanting to change the subject.


Hmm, secret, that name definitely suits him, Tsuzuki mused to himself.

"I take it that you like your present, Mr. Tsuzuki? I did pick him out especially for you," Muraki said.

Tsuzuki glared at him. "How did you do it, Muraki?"

"How did I do what?" Muraki asked.

"How did you get my essence? Hisoka's anklet was overflowing with it."

Muraki's smile turned into a wide grin. "Ah, so you did feel it, I'm glad. I wanted to add something a little special to your gift. You'll thank me when you bed him."

"Shut up," Tsuzuki shouted.

Muraki merely stared at him. "Mr. Tsuzuki, he is a harem boy, it's his duty to warm your bed."

Tsuzuki hung his head down, angry at Muraki for being right and angry with himself because he couldn't deny that he wants Hisoka. He only just met the boy and already he was wandering how Hisoka would feel beneath his body.

"You still haven't told me how you got my essence," Tsuzuki said. Yes, that's good, change the subject again.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but that's a secret," Muraki said airily.

Tsuzuki threw a dirty look toward Muraki. What a typical answer. Of course Muraki would say something like that; he wanted to keep Tsuzuki guessing in hopes that he could be able to see the violet eyed man more often.

"Well, Mr. Tsuzuki, I must be off, unless you want me to spend the night," Muraki said suggestively.

"Uh, no thank you," Tsuzuki said politely while shuddering deep down. "I hope you have a good night."

"Hmmm, well, goodbye then," Muraki smirked as he left.

Tsuzuki leaned against the wall and let out a sigh of relief. "I thought that he'd never leave."

Goodness, it has been a long day and Tsuzuki was definitely ready for bed but first he wanted to check on Hisoka. He headed up to the upper levels where his room was located in. There was only one guest room on the same floor as his bed chamber and usually only his older sister stayed in there but he couldn't help but feel better knowing that Hisoka was nice and safe in that room. He opened the door gently, peeking inside and heard soft breathing coming from the bed. All he could see was a tuft of golden hair sticking out from the comforter. Tsuzuki smiled at the sight and closed the door. He went to his own bed knowing full well that his dreams will be filled with images of green eyes.