(Y/n) tied her hair up loosely as she leaned back in the beanbag, stretching her arms behind her head. She then placed the book in her hands down, flinching when a servant came to take it from her. The silent individual then backed away with a silent nod and put it back in its place. It wasn't long before they then returned to their statuesque position, remaining entirely still. This never failed to bewilder her, a sigh escaping her lips every time. This time, it must have attracted the maid's attention, and the woman finally spoke.

"Should I prepare for a walk, my lady?"

"And why would I want to do that? Just leave me alone. Believe it or not, I do like my privacy."

The woman remained quiet, bowing her head a bit. However, she never would have taken the girl's words more seriously than her actual master. That was something the (h/c) haired girl learned right off the bat. Either way, she would be the one laughing in the end. Not exactly helpless, she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. Standing up with a huff, she stormed out of the room, the woman trailing behind her. Even as she sped up to keep distance between them, the woman never fell short.

As they walked down the hallway, the younger girl took quite a while observing the delicate nature of the mansion. It must have been hundreds of years old, the history in the walls almost unsettling. Obviously, it had been spruced up to look nice and hold up under any situation, but there were still historical pieces everywhere. Vases from the sixteenth century, paintings made a thousand hundred years prior, etc. decorated every inch of the place. Sure, there were computers here and there and the lights were the newest variety, but those weren't the things that drew one's eye.

Among the many paintings and photographs showing previous family members, the white hair was a common trait. Blue eyes were less rare over red, but there was an entire rainbow of them there to see. What was surprising was the sight of blunt expressions on the family members. There wasn't one painting or picture of family unity until she arrived at the very last one on the corridor. It was almost sweet, but there were only two people.

A man with dark gray hair and rich brown eyes gave a bright smile. His features were soft as if he were melting at the thought of having a family photograph of his very own. He was dressed as formally as he always was, his hands placed delicately on his only child's shoulders. His son was just as beaming. He wasn't looking at the photographer as his father was but was gazing up in awe and with complete respect. The white-haired boy had such beautiful blue eyes as sparkling as the sea.

The sight of his innocent gaze made the (h/c) haired girl's cheeks flush. Though she could debate whether he still held that innocence or not, in the end, she was weak to him. He was precious, even with his interesting capabilities. His father and the workers in the mansion always referred to him as a little piece of sunshine. He had become much happier ever since she had come into his life. Maybe that was why they were so adamant about keeping her there, whether she liked it or not. It was only lucky for them that, currently, she did want to remain.

On her way to get rid of her shadow - the obnoxious woman trailing behind her - she noticed that a few other servants scurried down the hall. Many of them had looks of urgency, all flocking toward the front of the mansion. Why that was became very apparent once she heard the front door be opened, clearly to welcome back someone important. While she had believed it to be two people, she was not all that surprised when just the one returned.

Coming as no surprise to her, the male made a bee-line for her, quick to bury himself in her. He was particularly grabby, as he was most days, his hugs tight before they became slack out of his concern that he could hurt her. The thought was cute, but the truth was that she was far stronger than him, not that he knew quite the extent of her strength. It was apparent, however, that he was attracted to it.

Petting his head, she bit back a smile at the way he wore his heart on his sleeve, lighting up in pure bliss. No matter what she chose to do to him, he would love it. Complicated as that could be, she couldn't deny it was one of his best features. He was staggeringly loyal, ready to drop everything if she so much as uttered something about it in passing. Then there was the way he would stick to her side as much as he possibly could. It was his greatest desire to be near her and to be showered with affection. To her, he was almost like a pet.

"You're back early," she hummed, pinching his cheeks playfully.

"I didn't get in trouble or anything," he responded with a pout, moving his head voluntarily to the side so she could touch him more, "I just felt lonely is all. Father said it was alright if I left early today. There wasn't really anything important, so - "

"My, I wish you would have the same ethos every day. Then, maybe, I wouldn't have to be observed by your little minions who think I'm going to run away."

"You're not though! Right?"

Fearful, the white-haired male held tightly onto the girl's hands and gave the look of a beaten puppy. Eager to get confirmation that she was going to stay with him even when she was dead, the male snuggled into her and looked up sadly. Truthfully, the act would have done nothing to deter her from wanting to run away, but she didn't want to in the first place, so he was technically successful.

"I don't know," she sang, the male giving a heartbroken expression, "I don't get nearly as much love as I was promi - "

Takuya immediately kissed the girl, interlocking his fingers with hers and pulling her softly towards him. He was always oddly good at kissing, warranting more than what he bargained for. Unfortunately, the (h/c) haired girl didn't want an audience. Pushing him back, she resisted the urge to snicker when he tried to gently claw his way back to her. She then placed her thumb on his lip, admiring the sight of his desperation. He so badly wanted to prove how much he loved her so that she would only ever want to be with him. That was what made him so endearing.

"Why don't we go upstairs and have some privacy?"

Confused, the white-haired male first tried to reject the offer. He wanted to continue the kiss and hug and squeeze her for the rest of the day. Moving would mean he would be pushed off when he tried to hug her. She didn't like trying to walk with him attaching himself to her so closely. Instead, he much would have preferred staying where they were. Of course, when she motioned to the servant that had been shadowing her, he reluctantly nodded. It seemed like a better idea than what he had in mind, after all.

With all due honesty, Takuya was incredibly shy. He didn't like people and he wasn't good with them. That was probably why he attached himself like a leech to anyone he actually did like. His father was a great example, but more so, her. When they first met, he wouldn't even look at her, let alone talk. He would shiver and hide himself in his jacket, refusing to interact with a single student outside his tiny friend group. Of course, when it turned out that she wasn't as evil as he thought she was, he opened up a little.

After that, it was a matter of patience. Kind of like approaching a stray animal, she had to wait for him to come to her before extending her hand to him. The more she hung out with him, the more he seemed to like her, and when he liked her enough to kidnap her, they got very close. Despite his methods, Takuya was very sweet to the people he liked. He always offered pieces of his heart, sacrificing whatever he thought would make them the happiest. That was why he needed to be taught from the beginning.

"Do not lock me in a room" was the first of her "requests", to which he complied fairly easily. Of course, they both knew that if she tried to run, he would do it anyway, but as long as he didn't do it when there was no reason to, she was satisfied. She had also prohibited him from giving her gifts over a certain price range. That one he was less happy about, especially since giving gifts was a big part of how he showed his affection. Though, since it made her more comfortable in his home, he was willing to cede on that front.

As she spent more time as his "prisoner", her requests became a bit more centered on him. She had demanded he stop belittling himself. He had a habit of viewing himself as something worth less than others, which was incredibly saddening to her. Every time he would say something self-deprecating, she would pull him into bed and cuddle him until he said something nice about himself. Granted, the punishments were far from extreme, but he needed something less confrontational to feel happy.

"Come here, lollipop," she murmured, laying down on his bed and reaching out her arms.

With an excited look on his face, the white-haired male rushed in to cuddle, very much satisfied with the position. It was always him that was coddled. He would be the little spoon or would tuck himself into the younger girl's warmth. At that point in time, he had chosen to rest his head above her chest and wrap his arms and legs around her affectionately. This was his optimal position. He would reach the apex of skin contact. Not only did he get all of his limbs wrapped around her, but he was even able to put his ear close to her heart.

The younger girl began to play with his hair, the male melting in her touch. It didn't really matter what she did so long as she was doing it to him. She saw him like a baby bunny; always needing attention and care. And though he could take care of himself perfectly fine, he was far happier if someone else was helping him with his needs. For example, even though Takuya was capable of physically going to sleep himself, he was always much more content if she tucked him in or kissed him goodnight. It would be best if she slept with him, but that was only for special occasions, mostly because of his...habits.

"Tell me about your day," she requested, kissing the boy's forehead lightly, "Did you eat?"

"Yes! I ate everything you made! I didn't leave a single grain of rice! And how was mine?"

The girl thought back to the meal that he had made for her. There was sincerity in it, that much was true, but that was about all there was to it. Most things were burnt, some things were undercooked, and then there was the whole matter about him stuffing as many sweets into it as possible. Though, to her credit, she did eat as much as she could, aside from the carcinogenic char. Thinking hard, she gave a small smile.

"I think you did a much better job than last time."

"You think so?" he glimmered, a nervous smile spreading from one side of his face to the other, "Should I make dinner tonight?"

"Everything is good in moderation. I think it would be nicer to eat something made by professionals. Besides, I might...die of sugar overdose. I didn't even think that was possible for me."

The white-haired boy blushed and hid himself shyly in the crook of her neck. Though he would be fine subsisting off of sugar, he supposed not everyone could live like that. He had noticed she preferred fruits more than anything else, so it would have been better to cater to that. Either way, it was a bit embarrassing how childish his tastes were compared to hers. It'd been a problem for him for a while, and though he was grateful she didn't seem to care, it always weighed on his mind.

After all, he had created her room himself. In the beginning, it was pretty much all pink. He wanted it to look like a princess's room, or perhaps - more accurately - a dollhouse. That being said, the childish decor didn't suit her tastes. Ever so slowly, pink things started vanishing from the room, the girl replacing it with more neutral tones. And though Takuya would have much preferred her to enjoy the make-shift palace he'd constructed for them, there wasn't much he could do in that regard.

She wasn't something that needed to be protected, and in some ways, that saddened him, but, in others, it greatly invigorated him. After all, she would bestow all of her protective instincts to him, and that just meant more attention and love for him, and he very much liked those things. He was willing to do whatever it took to get those things, perhaps because of a few certain people.

"I want you to get some sleep today," (Y/n) hummed, beginning to comb out his hair with her fingers, "I know it's easier said than done, but if it means going to bed earlier - "

The girl was immediately met with puppy-dog eyes. He was clearly not enthused to be told such a thing. Going to bed meant that his day with her ended and that he would have to wait for hours just to see her again. It wouldn't be that way if they slept together, but she was still adamant about having her own personal space. And, try as he might, there was no changing that any time soon. The most he could get out of it was a few days a month where she would allow him to sleep with her. Still, that only happened when he was on his very best behavior.

"Come on, Takuya," she chuckled, squeezing affectionately at his chipmunk-like cheeks, "You can't tell me you're not tired. You've still got these bags under your eyes."

"But - Well, that's..."

"Have you considered meeting with a psychiatrist again? They might be able to find something new for you."

The male fell back onto her chest, giving a small huff. He didn't like doctors, much in the same way as a child felt. And though there were reasons for that, he couldn't avoid one forever. Even if she had to drag him to the hospital, she would, and there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it. Still, it would have been nice if he could be the one interacting with the doctor instead of her rattling on and on about the things she'd noticed - not the things he felt. It always ended in a stalemate, and it had gotten so bad that he even stopped taking all forms of pills. He was convinced someone was going to poison him through them.

"If you slept with me...," the male blushed, "I'd have an easier time falling asleep."

"Yes, but then I would be trapped in your arms the entire night. Believe it or not, but it does affect my own sleep routine when you do that."

"I-I don't mean to. It's just that I...get too excited."

The girl rolled her eyes playfully. She knew exactly what he meant. In more than one way was he like a rabbit, some cute and others, a bit less so. Either way, there had to be a line drawn. That habit of his was not so pleasant when she hadn't asked for it, and when he was like that 90% of the time she was trying to sleep, it made it impossible for co-sleeping arrangements. Thus, a solution had to be found that let her keep herself untouched in that manner while getting the bunny-like boy to finally sleep on his own.

"I still say we go to a doctor again. Are you certain nothing will convince you?"

Takuya's eyes trailed to the side slowly, the male biting his lip. She knew what that meant, unfortunately. It meant that there was something that would get him to do it, but that it would, again, come at the cost of what little sanity she had left. And, obviously, it had to do with her, but, like always, it was up to her to figure it out. He was too "shy" to say it outright, after all. She sighed, the male flinching before panicking at the thought that she wanted to leave his needy self. He couldn't let that happen.

"I-I'll go to sleep earlier," he teared up, gripping tightly onto her, "So, um, don't leave."

"If I manage to leave, I think I would have earned my freedom, don't you think?"

The male blushed brightly again, burrowing closer to her skin. He had hired people to keep an eye on her at all times. Though he didn't quite remember the exact number, there were a lot of them, and most were proficient in some kind of martial arts. Of course, he had only done it because he genuinely didn't think he could live without her anymore. And with her tendencies to try and leave him, he wanted assurance that she wouldn't get very far.

That being said, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Abiding by those words, the white-haired male did everything he possibly could to keep her happy. Gifts, attention, acts of service; whatever she wanted was hers. He was privileged enough to belong to a very wealthy family - one that had descended from a noble lineage - so it wasn't too hard to give her whatever she wanted. After all, if she were happy, she wouldn't want to leave, negating the need for retainers. Either way, he preferred to have both, just in case.

"You can't leave," he murmured, a thinly veiled threat lingering in between his words, but he must have realized that it sounded somewhat aggressive, following it up with, "I love you."

"I dunno. I'm not really feeling that love."

Though she was teasing (he knew that), a sinking feeling welled up in the pit of his stomach. He felt like something inside of him was dropping, perhaps his heart. The male shot up from his relaxed position and stared down at her with shaking eyes, holding his hand to his mouth to cover it. His eyes darted from the left to the right, his mind frantically racing about what could be done to prove his love.

Memories of the past flooded through his head, bestowing him both a massive migraine as well as a preprogrammed compulsion to demonstrate his love. He began to bite down on his lip, gently, at first, while he peppered kisses all over her. For some reason, he didn't seem to think that was enough to show his adoration, a creeping anxiety washing over him. Maybe she really wouldn't feel affection from something so ordinary as that, was what he thought, his mind racing a million miles in a mere moment.

He moved to increase the effectiveness of his love, hands caressing her chest lightly. Really, he adored that part of her, but what he was doing was not out of his own enjoyment, his breathing becoming more labored. He began to bite harder on his bottom lip as he positioned himself further down the bed. The male stared down at where he was taught to tend to, his heart seizing and constricting painfully as panic cascaded over him.

Not so eagerly, he placed his hands on her hips, getting a grip on her pants before tugging them down slowly. Suddenly, his stomach dropped again, but, this time, something floated back up, the male forced to swallow down whatever tried to escape. He felt a disgusting taste in the back of his throat from the bile, eyes resting on her underwear. All of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain in his lip before something soft touched him and something softer rolled down his cheek.

"That's enough," the younger girl murmured soothingly, pulling him in for a soft hug, "I don't need you to do that."

"Y-You don't?!" he squeaked.

Takuya quickly moved back to prove he could do it, to prove that he wasn't useless to her. The only thing he knew about women was that they needed to be satisfied. He had forgotten why he'd been taught that, but the memories about how to do it stuck with him. (They always stuck with him). He moved frantically, trying to prove to her that he could be as good as she wanted, begging her to keep loving him.

The only way he stopped was when she physically pulled him back, pinning him to the bed before laying on top of him. He still struggled, begging to be given a chance, and not to be abandoned, so she had to give him something to prove himself with. She'd learned that was the only way to snap him out of it, grabbing a copy of a certain fairy tale and placing it in front of his face. Only at the sight of it did he begin to calm down, though the tears did not stop for a while.

"Will you read this for me?" she requested, placing a strategic kiss on the back of his hand.

He started the precious book with a shaky voice, occasionally twitching to return to what he'd been taught to do. However, as he read more, and as she caressed his cheek lovingly, he began to calm down. It was only then that he began to see reason and sanity, giving a strained sigh at the temporary relief. That was why he knew he couldn't live without her, the male gripping her shirt possessively as the creeping thought of her leaving him began to whisper to him.

One day, perhaps someday soon, she could slip through his fingers. It might have been because he was too childish, or perhaps not able to satisfy her enough. It might have also been that she valued independence, something he couldn't understand. Either way, as she faded into a small slumber on his lap, he began to obsessively curl a stray strand of hair around his finger. All the while, he imagined every possible scenario as well as the solutions he would enact. But unpredictability was somehow always a constant, and if unpredictability had a name...