Morning... I think?

As Lang opened his eyes his usual greeting to the new day was the same as always, and as usual, the never-ending darkness also greeted him back. However, he knew today was different from the other days before, as he glanced over and gazed into the direction of the window the soft colors continued to dance in the distance, just as they have before. Sitting up and stretching his upper body a smile crept onto his lips, the truth of the matter is that Lang had thought the colors he saw would not greet him but instead disappear.

Pretty... I should tell mom about this soon, but first I have to prepare myself... Gabriel and Jean huh?

A solemn sigh escaped his lips as a heavy aura appeared in his chest, preparing himself for the day he waited in bed as usual. On days where he woke up early, he could only allow time to pass before one of the servants arrived into the bedroom and assisted him. Alicia had come, following yesterday's order she gently assisted Lang out of bed and dressed him.

"Young Master today, will be busy for you, be strong... okay?"

Big Sis, don't worry, I've been through this with them before.

"Okay... Big... Sis... Alica"

Alicia could only gently rub Lang's head as he responded with his clicker, soon enough she pulled her hand away she grabbed his walker on his study desk handing it over to him before opening the door and guiding him out of the room.

"Young Master, please stay on the paths you remember, the garden and the other rooms on the first floor."

Alicia even if you say that, it's not like I could go anywhere else.

"Okay..."

"I will periodically check up on you while the madam is entertaining Lady Cynthia"

Nodding his head and pocketing his clicker he swayed his stick side to side, counting slowly and meticulously from the door of his room to the exit leading him into the back garden. As Alicia gazed at his departing back concern and unease continued to nag onto her as she soon turned and hurriedly made her way to the kitchen.

Lang had always appreciated the garden, while he had many senses taken away his sense of smell and touch reminded him the beauty of the world which was still here. His pace was slow deliberate with each step as he savored the smelly of lillies for the thirty steps, changing to lilacs until the sixtieth and so on. The sun beamed gently, warming his skin until it flushed with pink he continued once more, one hundred and fifty-six steps forwards from the door to arrive at the center of the garden, where an old tree uncaring of the passage of time stood. As he felt the change in temperature when he entered the shade Lang sat down and gazed forward then slowly closing his eyes, savoring once more all the different flavors of the world.

The warmth of the son... it was gently not passionate.. yellow?... the shade of the tree has to be blue or purple... Mom said green was vibrant didn't she... I guess the smells I was passing and the grass I'm laying on is green.

There was a reason he went directly to the garden instead of roaming the first floor of the building. It was because he wanted to attach the luminous colors he saw for the first time with the curious smells or the world and the feelings he got from each smell. this resulted in him painting a rough, but vibrant color in his mind the bare basics of what this world looked like.

So the land is green and the sky yellow... I wonder how the shade for blue works? Does it just go under the green?

His bliss did not last long as he felt a hard peck on his shoulder, which caused him to softly wince in pain. Looking up he could only shake his head as something from the tree must have fallen on him. However a harder force had hit him on the chest, causing Lang to hiss in pain and heave softly. Lang clutched onto his chest, and curled up into a ball instinctively hoping and praying for something to hit his back. Expectedly however this did not turn out the way he wished as two more blunt objects hit, one on the shin and the other striking his hand covering his head. As he yelped two small childish voices could be heard snickering a bit away which was then picked up by his translator and from that moment Lang knew the two had arrived and found him, gritting his teeth his hurriedly grabbed the clicked and translated out.

"Stop... today"

"...."

"Please... Beg"

"Huuuh? Just a few more Lang, my brother just wanted to practice his throwing"

"Two more okay? Just two more, I'll let you dodge it now that you know we're here"

"... Hurry... throw"

I hope you aim some where like my side or back so I can have proof this time

Silence embraced the conversation as Lang softly swallowed his saliva awaiting for the last two objects to hit him. His anxiety only grew however as the cool shade suddenly became cooler, almost cold, as if someone was standing close to him. Worridely Lang instead of sitting and curling up then lied down lessening the area they had to hit, and before he could do anything else, a huge blunt force impacted him directly on the stomach.

?!!

Lang gagged and heaved softly, coughing every so often as he clutched his stomach, he shook when all of the sudden the small giggles and snickers of the two children went silent. Unrest and anxiety rushed over him as he waited, soon lifting his head up and sitting back up wondering if the trouble was over. When out of nowhere petites hands and soft arms scooped him up, at first his body jumped and tensed, but those cool hands just held him tightly, shivering. As Lang soon calmed he had noticed his neck and shoulder wettening, and as he reached up he felt a face streaming quietly above him. Fear was now no where to be found in him, curiosity and worry formed and he had clicked.

"Alicia.... ?"

"Young Master... You have bumps everywhere, I sure am incompetent to leave you like this huh?"

Sister Alicia... you can't cry, i'm the one whose hurt, I should be crying... this is unfair... but

"No Cry....Can go?... with you?"

Alicia responded by every so gently placing him down and grasping his hand in hers, as she picked up his walking stick and handed it back to him. Then inhaling deeply she let out a hot breath that condensed visibly in the air. Blood quickly pushing itself through her body as anger seethed through her being. A heavy aura invaded the premise which quickly shapened, her eyes, bloodshot glinted coldly as the sun reflected off of them.. A smile without the eyes appeared as she gazed onto the bench where two children were sitting.

The outfits slowly stuck to their skin as audible gulps could be heard, their little forms straightened and their eyes turned away as their hands gripped onto the seat tightly. Minutes of cold deathly silence flew by before Lang, confused, used his other hand to tug at her sleeve. In the next instant he could feel Alicia's hand squeeze his tightly before they made soon made their way back inside.

The two children gradually calmed themselves before looking at one another, embarrassment floored their body at they then stared at the entrance back into the mansion.

"Brother... Even though Lang's sister isn't here, I can't belie-"

"Sis shut up... that maid isn't normal it seems"

"What do we do now then?"

"It looks like she thinks using a gaze like that on a noble is okay, but she's wrong"

"What do you mean?"

"Frame her obviously. So sis. Come here"

"Brother Jean... you don't plan on...! please I'll do it myself! don't!"

"It'll be quick I promise Gabriel... COME HERE"

...

As Lang and Alicia made their to the kitchen, Alicia had requested another maid to bring some painkillers and ice. Gazing at Lang she felt remorse and wanted nothing more than to chide herself for thinking it would be acceptable of her to periodically check on him. Seating Lang on a workbench in the kitchen she peeled prepared some fruit as a snack for him as she prepared lunch. During which the maid had arrived, heading over to Lang she prepared water for the medicine and attached the icebag to his leg. With a quick check up the maid then slowly put her hand on Lang's cheek softly caressing it and huffing.

"You should trashed them Alicia."

PFFTTT... The only maid who uses words like that is Nior.

"Noir, you know what would happen if I did anything to the other two don't you?"

"Yes, but don't you think some things might have been worth it?"

"... Noir what would happen to the Miss and Young Master if I go?"

Right Sis Alicia! I rather keep this pain than lose family.

"...You're right... It'll be my turn obviously!"

"I don't want to be friends with you sometimes you know?"

"I'm joking I'm joke... haha Alicia! So funny! ... Um please don't point that spoon so threateningly"

Spoon?!

As the argument playfully continued both of the maids showed heartfelt toothy smiles as they watched the gloomy silent atmosphere around Lang slowly dissapaite. It wasn't long before Noir stood up from her seat next to Lang and started to help Alicia with preparations for lunch. Their hands delicate as their fingers danced with the knives.

With time passing quickly Alicia realized the table had not been set and hurriedly rushed into the dining hall preparing the table for the family and the guest. With the plates ready and the caddy filled with the food in the kitchen Noir turned to Lang and handed him the dish holding the dessert.

"Young Master, you never cease to amaze me on how hard you work... would you again show me?"

Noir... I just feel like you don't want to make a second trip back here for the desert.

"Eh? please don't frown like that, i'm not doing anything wrong am I? Young Master pleeease? Pretty please?"

Nodding his head dejectedly he held onto the dish firmy and stood up, turning to his left he walked fifteen steps, turning again he walked out of the doorway sixty steps, carefully, slowly he made his way, as practiced before, as meticulous as the first. As he reached the dinning room where Alicia stood, her gentle hand laid on his shoulder informing him to stop as she slowly grasped the dish out of his hands and tousled his head gently before setting the plate on the table.

As the maids took care of and assisted Lang in settling in, the two other children bashfully walked in their heads low and out of view. and with a scoff and cold indifference the maids begrudgingly assisted the two prepare for lunch as well, being sure to do the bare minimum only setting the plate and standing to the side. When a few moments passed and the two Miss's walked in, the maids bowed and left with one more affectionate and worried look at Lang and one final glance at the two other children.

Nervousness however built up on their faces as they left when they realized why the children had their heads down up until this point. For when the children looked at the maids a prideful look of arrogance and a smug grin plastered their faces. The daughter, Jean, had a few bruises on her face who then snickered while the boy, Gabriel, had a cut on his lip. The two children stare intently at the departing maids and mouthed.

"Shitty maids."