“Ah fine. Then you must at least get my bath ready. Or else I just might do it again eheh!~ From now on, I’ll be staying in your house, my dear slave.”
“I don’t even have a house.”
“And quit calling me slave, will you? My name’s Mu. It’s just one syllable, chiquitita.”
Tougaito’s eyes popped slightly before looking down on the floor and frowning. He broke the rules at Least once every week.“I suppose you have a point..” He uttered. “But that doesn’t give you the right Mr., uhm”.
“What if one day you trespass and end up setting the place on fire?”. He began acting a little smug, something he only did with Houtarou.
Oho! Mu definitely struck a nail there. He tries to resist the sneaky curl to his lips, but it’s easier said than done. Somebody looks guilty, and he can’t help but feel at least a little smug about it.
“If I do end up setting it on fire, I’m dragging you down to hell with me,” he states rather calmly, his arms crossing over his chest. “And it’s La Flaga. Mu La Flaga. But seriously, call me Mu.”
“Good to meet ya, Señor Rule Breaker. Guess I’ll call you S.R.B. for short.”
☪— Harper amber eyes widened significantly, he hadn’t expected the male to offer to help with this garden for him. Not only that but Neo was supposed to be his master, and here he was acting like Harper was the master. “Are you sure you want to?” Harper asked, meeting his azure gaze, he wanted to be sure that is what Neo wanted to do, after all he was Harper’s Master, so who was he to deny him of what he wanted. Harper chuckled softly and scratched at the back of his head, “It does get a bit tiring, some color really would be nice. Thank you for offering to help me Neo, with the help of another im sure we can get it done.” He said, giving the blond a warm smile.
Harpers smile only brightened at Neo’s statement, his eyes crinkling at the edges. That actually sounded like an even greater idea than he had considered. His home really wasn’t much of a home sense he had inherited it back. He had made parts of it his own but most of it had not changed and held no warmth that a normal home would hold. His room, his library and his kitchen were really the only rooms he really used all that often. Not that the kitchen really looked like he used it, it was always very clean after he was done with it, he couldn’t stand to leave a messy kitchen in his wake.
Harper follows close behind Neo, a smile still touching his features, “That wounds wonderful, lets go look and see what we can find.” Harper said, stepping a little ahead of Neo and looking back at him, waiting for him to catch up.
The little catch-me-if-you-can game is almost tooth-rottingly cute, the look in Harper’s eyes making his lips twitch slightly. “Ah, you’re not leaving me behind, are you? Doesn’t sound very courteous of you at all,” Neo offers in a swift tease, and this time he wraps his arm around the young man’s shoulders, leading him quickly towards the pavement and steering him back down the way they’d came. The memory of the flower shop is still fresh in his mind, at least; though in reality when it all boils down to it, Neo’s got a good brain in his skull. He’s got no problems in terms of retaining information–it’s pulling back the ones from three years ago and beyond that pose the real problem.
He’s almost a little possessive in the firmness of his grip. As much as the master thing is reportedly a charade to him, playing the part feels a little bit more natural (if that’s the right word to use) than it did when he first agreed to it. He’s still got no idea as to the technical aspect of it–Neo’s understanding of master-related relationships stretches only to BDSM and not much else, as crude as that is–but he’ll try. He figures that making the home ‘theirs’, not that he’s going to stay forever, is as good a thing to do as any.
Maybe he just shouldn’t do any physical work. Maybe he should sit in the shade with an umbrella over his head, sipping through a straw to drink a cool glass of lemonade.
But he knows he’ll end up gardening, too. Neo goes insane when he doesn’t have anything to do with his hands.
They reach the flower shop without much complication, Neo’s arm sliding from around Harper’s shoulders as they step through the entrance, but he makes sure to slip a little touch to his elbow to let him know he hasn’t done anything wrong. One hand sticks into his pocket and he looks around, and through extended one-sided conversations with a number of library encyclopaedias, he knows a lot more names than most people would expect.
A hand lifts, covering the lower half of his face momentarily before lightly rubbing at his chin. “What do you think goes well with roses, Harp?”
☪— Harper’s amber eyes closed when the older males hand went onto his head and into his raven locks once more. It was a gesture of affection that he was growing to be quite fond of, his cheeks flushed lightly each and every time Neo rubbed his head like his father had done for him when he was a boy. He didn’t like feeling like he was being treated like a child, because he most certainly was not, but it was a gesture he missed. And not only that but he got the feeling that Neo was not generally an affectionate person, so he should enjoy the affection he does get.
Harper gives Neo a skeptical look, “Oh i am sure you deserve it on any day, you seem to be quite a good person to me.” He said, shrugging his shoulders and holding the blonds gaze for only a moment longer. His eyes landed on the rows of doors of the empty doors. He actually really liked the idea of someone occupying one of those rooms for once. He grew so very weary of having such a large house all to himself, he got very lonely here. It didn’t help that this home was a constant reminder of his parents, of his life before their death. He refused to walk in what used to be their room, after he had been put into the orphanage they had completely changed the room, cleaning it and making it into one of the smaller rooms, and expanding two rooms to make what was now his room. He should probably mention that Neo can’t have that room, it had the best view but there was no way anyone was stepping foot in that room.
A smile barley touches Harper’s lips as he meets Neo’s eyes once more before the amber orbs quickly flickered away, he did not want Neo to see the sadness that would once more taint his eyes. “I am sorry to say that the room with the best view is not one i can let you have. I am terribly sorry i did not inform you earlier, i suppose it slipped my mind. That last room there on the end, before the bathroom is one that you must not step foot in ever.” He said with more force than he had intended too, “But other than that i suppose that one right there,” He points a finger at one of the other doors, “That one has a wonderful view of the front yard, the flowers should be in bloom soon, so you would have a lovely view of them from that window.” His voice had softened considerably and despite the fact that his body screamed at him not to he moved to meet the blonds gaze one more. He wanted to let the male see his sadness, to let it justify why he had been so cold so suddenly.
The young man constantly shifts between some form of happiness and then some form of sadness, and Neo doesn’t let that information slide under the rug. He does shake his head at the apologies, however–he doesn’t need them, he didn’t ask for them, the kid doesn’t have to apologise for his demons or his humanity. That’s not what Neo’s here for, after all. If there’s anything for him to apologise for, it’s for constantly making apologies, but that’s redundant and Neo’s only patient in very rare situations.
As Harper’s eyes meet his once more, there’s a lightning strike of realisation, but he pushes that away in favour of giving him a smile of his own. Comforting, he hopes, more than awkward. There are charming smiles and then there are real ones, and Neo doesn’t do much of the latter.
“It’s fine,” he tells him. “Really, chéri.” The pet name comes out without his permission–a remnant of his life before the amnesia, he’s sure, because he doesn’t remember ever learning French nor making an effort to listen to it in particular–but it sounds okay. Calling him dear sounds okay. At least, as long as Neo has to pretend to be his master.
His hand finds Harper’s (if only because the kid seems to like it when Neo holds his hand and he can’t let him be so jittery and nervous, can he?), and his palm is warm. Calloused, certainly. Scarred, definitely. But warm, and human, and hopefully more comfortable than strange. He gives a little tug to get the kid to go downstairs again.
Is that how this thing works? Can he drag people around?
He sure as hell hopes so.
“You said something about flowers,” Neo remarks off-handedly, and he leaves the front door to enter the yard. He’d had time to admire it earlier, but now that he’s here again he can’t help but look twice. A glance upward has him seeing the window of the room Harper had gestured to barely a few minutes ago, and then a shift of his gaze has him seeing Harper, himself. “Where were they planted, hm? What kind of flowers are they?”
He’s no expert at making people feel better, but he’s got the impression that a change in subject would help significantly. Harper called him a good person–he’s not going to try and wreck that image, as much as the opposite is true. His thumb brushes over the brunet’s knuckles, his head cocked slightly in anticipation.
“D'you want to plant more?”
De-mummified? …It wasn’t that bad. I was fine.
You look pretty chipper yourself, for a zombie.
… the politically correct term is ‘living impaired’.
And, hey, that’s… regrettably thanks to that Yamato kid. He’s damn good with a beam sabre, that’s for sure.
Like he’s Jesus or somethin’.
This blog is canon in terms of the events in Gundam SEED and all the events in Gundam SEED Destiny up until Phase 42. It assumes that after Neo is given the Skygrasper fighter jet, he does not return to the Archangel and to Murrue Ramius. Rather, he left as he was told, seeking refuge during the remainder of the war until it was safe.
Currently, he still thinks of himself as Neo Roanoke and not as Mu La Flaga—he is, however, slowly receiving memories of his life as Mu, which constantly messes with the false memories that had been implanted into his brain by LOGOS.
