Kazunari part 2

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Kazunari stepped out the carriage just before Benedict his heart racing inside his chest as his eyes moved over the large grey house that was in front of him. It was a fearsome looking building more like a prison than a home and with the cold bitter rain that was hitting at his face he was continuing to regret his choice to come here. He had had misgivings while he was in Japan and it had grown worse when he had been on the boat over and he had managed to get sea sick and now it was worse than it ever could be. There was a large amount of people standing in front of the doors and as soon as they saw him they broke into a loud whisper that sounded like the buzzing of angry bee and for the umpteenth time in many weeks he wished that he had stayed at home. He flinched back towards the carriage but he knew that it was too late when he felt an almost gentle hand on the small of his back propelling him forward. Benedict didn’t say a word as he pushed him forward, passed the line of people who bobbed up and down like a minute sea, up the cream stone steps and through a door that was impossibly tall.

The hallway that greeted him was like something out of a dream his own house would have taken only half of the space that was being presented to him and he was sure that the wind would ripple through if things were silent enough. It was thankfully warm though and he almost sighed with relief until they were met with the scowling face of an old woman that he recognised from a black and white photograph his lover kept. She was shorter than her son but taller than Kazunari with pure white hair that was curled around her face and almost hidden by a smart cap. She was wearing a dress that was so dark it almost looked black, though when the light caught it he could see that it was purple in colour, a cameo necklace was around her throat. Her pale blue eyes moved over his face for a moment before she turned to her son and hissed;

“You brought one home with you?”

“His name is Kazunari and he speaks English mother…” Benedict said coldly Fingers moving over Kazunari’s back obviously trying to calm him down but the hand wasn’t there for long enough to give him any comfort. “He will be working with me as my man…”

“If you wanted a servant we have plenty already...”

“Kazunari is staying mother…And he is more than a servant…He is my friend…” The young lord said gently and Kazunari almost smiled at the firmness in the tone of voice that was being used but it didn’t last long under the glare of the old woman with curly hair. “Can you explain to me why I was called back mother? I thought that my brother would be taking the seat of our father…”

 “…That is not something we should discuss in front of strangers…” The woman hissed before giving a smile that was even more unpleasant than her scowl stepping towards them with her dress ruffling as she moved “And you must be tired from your journey you should rest and get yourself cleaned up your future wife will be here soon…”

TBC
A/N: Hmm…I hope that this is okay ^_^