I slept without dreaming.
Sixx blinked his unfocused eyes for a while.
How long did I sleep?
Normally, he wakes up because it’s noisy, but strangely, everything was quiet around. It’s unusual in the circus. However, what caught his eye was not a faded waterproof cloth, but a white and clean ceiling. Am I still dreaming? Sixx raised his arm to pinch his cheek, then winced and lowered it. Feeling the pain on his side, it couldn’t be a dream, but where was he exactly? He cautiously sat up. Surprisingly, he was lying on a large and soft bed, not on a haystack. Even the touch of the soft sheets felt unfamiliar. It’s a completely unfamiliar place. Looking around the room, sunlight was streaming in through the white curtains. Judging by the strong sunlight, it seemed like midday. The elegant furniture and colorful decorations scattered around the room made him feel like he was in the wrong place. A vase of yellow flowers on a wooden table caught his eye, their bright color adding to Sixx’s confused mind.
Sixx cautiously stepped out of the bed. He was barefoot. Huh? He tilted his head and looked down at himself, realizing he was dressed in clean indoor clothes. As he slowly recalled the past, Sixx’s face gradually turned red. He couldn’t remember clearly, but when he returned to being human under Malon’s command, he must have been naked. Normally, he would have worn a robe, but there was none at that time, and most importantly, he fainted immediately. How long did he expose himself to Malon? Although he had made mistakes before, it was only momentary. Rubbing his cheek in embarrassment, Sixx eventually gathered his courage and stepped onto the floor again. It was cold, but no matter how much he looked around the bed, he couldn’t find anything like shoes. Eventually, he gave up and approached the window. Outside, a beautiful garden stretched out before him. Needless to say, it was a sight he had never seen before. Staring at the tall trees, nothing came to his mind. Well, he had no choice but to go outside. However, he hesitated for some reason. This time, he had really hurt someone, and he didn’t know if the owner had actually sold him somewhere. Of course, he was lying in a very nice room for such a situation… After much contemplation, Sixx gathered his courage and turned the doorknob. The door opened right away.
Outside was a corridor. Sixx peeked out and looked around. No one was there. He saw several more doors to his left and right, and a wide-open window at the end of the corridor let in a gentle breeze. He still couldn’t figure out where he was. He looked up and saw a brown stag with empty eyes looking down at him. Oops. Sixx was startled and stumbled. They call that taxidermy, right? Although it was his first time seeing it in person, he had heard that there were wealthy people who enjoyed permanently displaying the heads of animals after cutting their necks. Perhaps the owner of this house had the same hobby, as next to the horned stag, he saw the head of a bear and a wild boar. Feeling eerie, he looked away. There were also several relatively ordinary-looking paintings hanging on the walls. Even if he stayed here, it didn’t seem like anyone would come… Eventually, Sixx went out into the corridor. The floor was covered with a tightly woven carpet. He walked slowly, hearing some faint sounds. It seemed like someone lived here. At the end of the corridor, there was a spiral staircase. As he hesitated whether to go down the stairs or not, he met someone coming up from below. It was someone he knew.
“Oh? Already awake? The doctor said you’d sleep for a long time, but I guess you have good recovery abilities since you’re young.”
It was definitely Pat, or Patrick, the subordinate of Malon who taught him how to use the radio. He had kind-looking eyes. He briskly walked up the stairs and, seeing Sixx barefoot, hoisted him up without hesitation. Although Sixx was flustered and struggled, he carried Sixx straight to the room.
“Wait here in the room for a moment. Are you hungry? I’ll tell the kitchen to prepare something for you.”
With that, the person who laid Sixx on the bed disappeared. Unable to ignore the instruction to wait and unable to leave again, Sixx could only patiently wait for Patrick. Fortunately, he returned quickly. On a silver tray sat a steaming yellow soup and a cup of water. Holding the tray in one hand, Patrick skillfully pulled out a makeshift table from the wardrobe with the other hand and placed it in front of Sixx. Sixx drank the water first. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was until now, quickly finishing the cup.
“Would you like more to drink?”
Sixx shook his head. As Sixx just stared at the soup, the man asked again.
“Shall I feed you?”
Sixx recoiled in horror and shook his head. He thought it was fortunate that his left side was injured, so he gripped the silver spoon with his right hand. The soup was delicious. Observing Sixx eagerly finishing the soup, the man smiled contentedly. He pulled up a chair and sat next to Sixx. Frankly, it felt a bit awkward.
“Um, where is this—”
“Questions can wait until after you finish eating.”
He was interrupted before he could speak. Eventually, Sixx emptied the bowl under the man’s watchful gaze. As soon as Sixx put down the spoon, the man cleared the tray and the makeshift table. Sixx blinked as he watched him busily move around. He still didn’t understand what was going on.
“How’s your body feeling? The doctor said you’d be almost fully recovered.”
“I-It’s fine. But, rather than that, you don’t have to be so formal with me…”
He wasn’t sure if he could say that, but being spoken to so excessively politely by an adult made him uncomfortable. Patrick widened his eyes at Sixx’s words, then burst into laughter.
“Haha, got it. Then I’ll speak comfortably. You’re Sixx, right? I’m Patrick. A soldier of the Cage Family.”
“A soldier?”
“Sort of like an operative. Well, you can just think of me as a regular member of the organization. Right now, I’m serving under Malon, the boss of the family. Oh, I’ve said enough about myself…”
The man laughed with a friendly twinkle in his eyes. He didn’t seem like a member of a criminal organization at all. He might be better suited to be a fruit store clerk… Of course, Sixx kept that thought to himself.
“Your story is more important. Sacrificing yourself to protect him, huh? Admirable for someone so young. I was knocked out cold myself. Hawk said it was you who killed the hitman.”
“Hawk?”
“Oh, Hawk is Malon’s nickname. Malon ‘Hawk’ Cage. We often call each other by nicknames.”
“Ah! Yes, it was no big deal… Patrick, I’m glad you’re safe too.”
“Actually, I should consider myself saved by that Hugo guy. Honestly, he could have killed me if he wanted to, but he just spiked my drink with a sleeping pill. I dozed off and woke up getting slapped by Hawk.”
Haha… Patrick chuckled awkwardly. Seeing his hesitant expression as he explained the situation, Sixx thought that despite not knowing, Patrick and this Hugo betrayer must have had a pretty good relationship. Perhaps friendship couldn’t be completely abandoned when it came to betrayal subjects. It felt quite ironic.
“Thanks to you, Hawk’s life was spared. I’ll convey my gratitude on behalf of the organization. Originally, someone more proper should have thanked you instead of a mere human like me…”
“No, honestly, Malon handled everything, and I didn’t really do much—”
Suddenly, a memory flashed. It wasn’t just Sixx who was shot in that incident. Malon was clearly bleeding from the shoulder too. Ugh, what an idiot! Sixx urgently asked a question.
“Malon, Malon wasn’t hurt? Is Malon okay?”
“Haha, calm down. He’s fine. It would have been better if he had rested more, but he’s not the type to follow the doctor’s recommendations, and he has so much work to do that he’s already back on the frontline.”
“O-Oh, I see… But why am I here?”
That was originally the first question he wanted to ask, but he had completely forgotten in the conversation about Malon.
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“M-Malon’s house?”
Sixx was so surprised he almost collapsed. The place he was lying in was Malon’s house. Of course, it was a large and luxurious house that he had never seen before in his life, but he never imagined Malon would bring him to his own home. Suddenly, he felt tense, and it felt like sweat was oozing from his palms. My goodness, Malon’s house… Sixx tried to calm down by clutching the bedsheet tightly.
“Yeah, and according to the doctor’s advice that you need at least a month of rest, you’ll be staying here for at least a month. You don’t need to worry about that dreadful circus during that time.”
“I’ll be staying here for a month? B-But, the Ringmaster…”
There’s no way he’d allow it… Sixx bit his lip. The Ringmaster, who already didn’t seem to favor Sixx and Malon, probably wouldn’t have allowed a whole month of absence. Sixx wouldn’t be able to perform on stage or do any work during his stay here, so would the Ringmaster just let Malon take him away knowing that? However, Patrick chuckled and patted Sixx’s head.
“Why worry about that? Hawk made it clear. Don’t worry, even when you go back, the Ringmaster won’t say anything to you. Just focus on getting better.”
“T-Thank you—”
“Save your thanks for Hawk. I didn’t do anything.”
“…! Is Malon coming here too?”
“Haha, of course! This is his home. Of course, he has multiple residences, but if there’s nothing urgent, he almost always comes back here. He’ll probably be back not too late today. I asked the maid to take care of you. She’ll come by regularly to check if you need anything.”
As Sixx expressed his gratitude, Patrick waved it off again. With a farewell and a suggestion to rest, Patrick closed the door and left. Now, not knowing what to do, Sixx stared blankly out the window, feeling sleepy again, perhaps from the full stomach. A nap after waking up late, has there ever been such a luxurious day? Sixx blinked a few times and soon fell asleep again.
And when he woke up again, Sixx wasn’t alone.
“Oops, wh-who are you?!”
There was a woman in the room. Naturally, Sixx, who thought he was alone in the room, shouted in surprise. After calming his startled heart, he remembered what Patrick had said about the maid. Feeling embarrassed for making a fuss for no reason, Sixx greeted the woman with an indifferent face.
“Ah, hello. I’m Sixx.”
“Hello, I’m Cynthia. I heard about you from Patrick. Is there anything you need?”
“Well, could I have some water, please?”
At Sixx’s request, she immediately brought him a glass of water. As he drank, Sixx couldn’t help but feel awkward in this situation where he was being served by someone else. She asked again.
“Are you hungry? Shall I bring you something to eat?”
I had soup earlier, but I’m hungry again. Sixx honestly nodded. Then she said she would bring something to eat and left the room. Phew, this is awkward… Sixx relaxed his stiff back only after she left. Will it be like this from now on? No matter what, it’s too uncomfortable… It felt quite strange to just sit on the bed quietly and receive someone else’s service. But, he did need help… While Sixx was pondering, Cynthia returned with a tray. Unlike Patrick, she briefly placed the tray on the table before bringing the side table down to the bed and placing the tray on top of it. There were meatball dishes that looked delicious and bread that seemed freshly baked, making his mouth water just by looking at it.
“Then, I’ll be outside for a moment.”
“Yes. Oh, uh, Cynthia, you don’t have to be so formal with me…”
He said with courage. Cynthia seemed surprised for a moment, but soon returned to her usual self and replied.
“I’m sorry, but showing courtesy to guests is a given.”
This time, it failed. Still, her steadfast attitude was admirable. Sixx took a meatball cut with a silver knife into his mouth. It was hot and juicy, and delicious. He might have never eaten something this tasty in his life… Oh, this might be a betrayal to banana splits.
***
After finishing the meal and feeling the fullness, Sixx nodded off and woke up to find it was already late evening. He placed a chair by the window and looked outside. The deep blue sky was beautiful, but he couldn’t help feeling bored. Despite the slight discomfort in his side whenever he moved, being cooped up in the room all day made him feel restless. What should he do… As he pondered, he heard the sound of a car engine. His heart pounded. Sixx ran to the opposite window and peeked out. Eventually, a black sedan stopped in front of the main gate, and a man got out of the passenger seat and opened the back door. And the person who came out from inside was someone Sixx knew very well. His heart pounded with joy. He wanted to rush downstairs immediately, but he hesitated, unsure if it would be okay. While he was debating, there was a sudden knock.
“Yes, yes!”
He answered in surprise. Opening the door and poking his head out, it was Patrick.
“Sixx? Hawk is looking for you. Let’s go.”
Sixx’s face lit up like a sunflower in the sunlight. Putting on oversized slippers for adults and doing his best to catch up with Patrick, he followed him. Patrick led him down the first-floor corridor and stopped in front of a certain door. A classy black door.
“It’s Hawk’s study. Just knock and go in.”
With a clenched fist, Patrick shook it as if cheering, then left. After taking a deep breath, Sixx cautiously knocked on the door. A low voice came from inside. “Come in.” Despite receiving permission, it took some courage to turn the silver doorknob.
“Sixx? Seeing you already up and about, your condition doesn’t seem too bad. Come in and have a seat.”
Despite the lights being on, the room had a somewhat dark atmosphere. It was probably due to everything being black. As soon as he entered, he noticed a black desk with golden ornaments placed on it, and behind it hung a picture of a black beast with blood dripping from its mouth and its yellow eyes burning intensely as if staring down at the person in front of it. In addition to that, there were shelves, bookcases, bronze statues, etc., lining the corners of the room. On the left wall, there was a large fireplace, and Malon was sitting on the black sofa in front of it, smoking a cigarette. The strong smell permeated the room as if he frequently smoked here, making everything smell like it would never go away. Sixx cleared his throat slightly and nervously hopped over to the sofa opposite him. Malon stared at him for a moment and then smirked.
“It’s new to see you here after seeing you in that dusty pit.”
Is he talking about the crater? Sixx was secretly surprised. The crater was the cleanest and most organized space in the circus. They even used the best quality tent there. Then the members probably wouldn’t want to stay in the dorms… There are big bugs there. However, Sixx nodded without denying it. It was probably true. To someone living in such a nice house, the performers’ barracks would look excessively shabby. Still, it was surprising that he continued to come.
“How’s your body? The doctor said you might have to lie down for a few more days, but you’re moving around quite quickly.”
“I’m fine. There’s hardly any problem with moving…”
“Hmm, that’s good. Actually, after calling the doctor, I suddenly thought it would be a big problem if you turned into a werewolf halfway through. I don’t know any veterinarians. Fortunately, nothing like that happened.”
“…?”
Sixx couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so he couldn’t find anything to say and just rolled his eyes around. However, Malon didn’t seem to care whether Sixx answered or not.
“Surely you’re not insisting on going back to the circus right away? Still, you’re the one who saved my life, so it’s only right to make sure you’re completely healed and send you back.”
“Sa-saved your life? I didn’t really do anything…”
“If I say you saved my life, then you saved my life.”
That’s true… But… Because of Patrick and receiving excessive gratitude, Sixx felt uncomfortable. He didn’t sincerely believe he had done anything significant. If he had realized sooner that the smell he noticed at the store belonged to Malon, the incident could have been handled before it escalated. And even in that situation, he didn’t seem to handle it wisely. The evidence was Malon’s injury. If he had skillfully dealt with the enemies, only Sixx would have been injured…
“Is your shoulder okay?”
“Ah, this? It’s not much more than a nuisance. We had to double up on security because the kids were causing such a fuss…”
He clicked his tongue with a displeased expression.
“I need someone trustworthy. Betrayal doesn’t surprise me anymore.”
“…”
“Well, this isn’t something for you to worry about. Patrick probably already told you, but I’ve convinced the boss that you’ll rest up here before leaving, so don’t worry about that end. There won’t be anything for him to say to you when you get back. So just behave yourself and recuperate.”
“….Yes.”
“Alright, go on then. If you need anything, just tell Patrick or one of the other servants.”
“Um, Malon… Is Malon, uh, not around here often?”
With the thought of not knowing when he would see him again, Sixx mustered up the courage to ask. It felt like he had exhausted all his bravery for the week with this question. Malon, as if rewinding his daily routine, made a noise and tapped the armrest of the sofa with his index finger. Tap, tap, tap. The sound felt like Sixx’s heartbeat. A few seconds of silence felt much longer to him. His lips felt dry.
“I come back here when work’s done. I do leave early and come back late quite often. Why? Need someone to keep you entertained? But I’m not much fun.”
Sixx shook his head vigorously. He might be bored, but he wouldn’t dare ask Malon to be his entertainment, even if he was bored to death. Just the thought made him feel embarrassed.
“N-no, it’s not like that. I just wanted to say my greetings.”
“Say your greetings?”
“Yes, um, good morning, or welcome back, or something like that…”
It was a common greeting that everyone made, so it didn’t sound so stupid when it came out of his mouth. He felt his face burning. And Malon didn’t respond at all. What a blockhead. Did he really expect Malon to come into the house just to receive his greetings? As Sixx berated himself with harsh words, Malon finally spoke again, tapping the armrest once more.
“…”
“The times I come in are irregular, but usually it’s often past ten at night, and I usually leave around six in the morning. Sometimes I have days off, but not frequently. Anything else you’re curious about?”
“No, that’s enough. Thank you…!”
Sixx hadn’t really expected Malon to tell him his schedule, so he was pleased beyond measure. Gotta remember that. Ten at night, six in the morning. Just in case he forgets in the meantime, he murmured the numbers to himself. Malon chuckled as he saw Sixx’s legs wiggling in excitement.
“Then I’ll wait without sleeping until Malon comes back. And in the morning—”
“Nonsense. Kids need to go to bed early to grow tall. Sleep at nine.”
“What? W-wait a moment! That’s too early!”
Flustered, Sixx unintentionally showed some defiance. Nine o’clock? Even when he was with the circus, he didn’t go to bed that early. Of course, it wasn’t entirely by choice; there was just so much work to do… And he was already growing well. Corbin had measured his height and said he had grown 5cm in the past few months. His clothes and shoes were getting too small, and this seemed unfair.
“Sixx, are you not listening to me?”
“Well, it’s just that…”
As Sixx quickly became disheartened and lowered his head, Malon clicked his tongue and then said, “Well, I’ll accept morning greetings. If you come to the front door by six, I’ll accept them. But if you’re even a minute late, forget it.”
And with that surprising concession, when a delighted Sixx enthusiastically replied, “Yes,” Malon waved his hand as if annoyed and told him to go away now.
Sixx emerged from the dark, gloomy room and returned to his own bedroom. He felt so elated that his stomach was fluttering. Afraid that if he opened his mouth now, his heart would beat loudly, Sixx didn’t say anything to Cynthia, who was waiting for him. Even after washing with the toiletries she had prepared, lying down in bed, he still felt like he was floating as if flying in the sky. Was the bed too soft? There was a yellow alarm clock borrowed from Cynthia on the small table next to the bed. He hoped it would be six o’clock soon.
Sixx floated on the bed for a while longer, and finally managed to fall asleep.
***
The sound of the alarm clock made him blink awake. Turning off the loudly vibrating alarm clock, Sixx put on the slippers he had placed next to the bed. It was still dark outside, as the sun hadn’t risen yet. He felt sleepy, but it wasn’t too hard to get up, as on busy days with the circus or when they were moving to another area, he had to get up even earlier than this.
Sixx washed his face with cold water to chase away sleep, and examined his face in the mirror. His hair was a bit messy, but since it was curly, it wasn’t very noticeable. He tried to flatten it with water, but as always, it was of no use. Sighing softly, Sixx put on the sky-blue cardigan Cynthia had given him and went out into the hallway.
The second floor where Sixx stayed was quiet, but he could hear activity on the first floor. Well, Malon wouldn’t be preparing alone. Probably other servants would help. Looking at the large grandfather clock in the lobby on the first floor, it was still 5:52. Phew, thankfully.
Sixx stood by the entrance, wiggling his feet, waiting for Malon. It was still dawn, so it felt chilly. The circus would be starting their day around now. Come to think of it, how were Andy and Corbin doing? Hearing that Andy had been shot, he would be worrying about him even more with his already sore body… He wanted to somehow convey that he was okay, but there didn’t seem to be a way right now. He could only hope that Corbin, who detested his sister, would take good care of her until he returned. Just as worries flooded his mind, he heard footsteps.
“Malon has really come out.”
Even when he woke up in the crater, Malon seemed fine as if he hadn’t just woken up. Wearing a dark blue coat over his suit, he looked exceptionally stylish. And maybe because he hadn’t smoked yet, even his scent was pleasant. Feeling a dizzying sensation, Sixx felt sleep flee from him. He wondered if he dared to join this rare scene.
“G-Good morning, Malon. Have a safe trip.”
“Yeah.”
His hand lightly brushed past Sixx’s head as he walked by. The front door closed, and the sound of a car starting outside could be heard. Sixx absentmindedly ran his fingers through his hair and went back to his room. He tried to go back to sleep, but restlessness kept him tossing and turning for a while. Eventually, as the sun faintly rose and the room brightened, he managed to finally close his eyes. While he slept, Cynthia came in and drew the curtains over the window.
Malon was truly busy. Even after that day, the only time Sixx could see him was in the morning. Sixx realized that he had invested quite a bit of time to come to the circus all this time. Of course, not because of Sixx, but probably to meet with business associates. Still, he was grateful for the longevity of that business relationship. Malon had said he was the second highest-ranking person in the organization. It was natural for him to be incredibly busy. While it was sad not to see Malon often, compared to before, when he had waited for his visits without any certainty, Sixx wasn’t too depressed. Instead, he decided to be grateful that he could see Malon’s face more often until he got better.
However, regardless of that, Sixx didn’t want to spend the day idly staring out the window, so he eventually ventured out of the bedroom and wandered around the mansion. Since Cynthia would scold him if she saw him, he returned to his room by the time she came back. The mansion was very spacious. He couldn’t even tell how many rooms there were. Moreover, there were rooms that seemed off-limits, emitting an atmosphere that he shouldn’t enter casually, so he couldn’t just wander anywhere. And there were also ornate decorations that he was afraid to touch in case he accidentally broke something, so he always had to be careful when moving around. But it was certainly interesting. Since all his memories always started and ended with the circus, everything here seemed new to him. As he slowly familiarized himself with the layout of the mansion, Sixx once again ran into Patrick. He was either visiting the mansion or leaving with some documents in his hand. It was unfortunate. If Sixx had come down a little later, they wouldn’t have met.
“Oh, Sixx? What are you doing here?”
Of course, he pretended not to know about Sixx.
“Uh, just…”
“I see. Are you wandering around because Cynthia is bothering you? Are you that bored?”
“…Actually, I find it a bit boring just staying in my room.”
“Really? Hmm, then—”
After thinking for a moment, Patrick gestured for Sixx to follow him. Following Patrick’s long strides across the hallway, Sixx chased after him like a baby bird. They ended up in the kitchen of the mansion. Inside, women wearing aprons could be seen bustling about.
“Madam Isabella! Madam, are you here?”
“Patrick? What brings you here?”
In response to Patrick’s call, a middle-aged woman appeared. Seeing a stranger’s face, Sixx instinctively hid behind Patrick. After Patrick’s greetings about how she had been doing, Isabella complained for about five minutes about how her knees hurt, her shoulders were stiff, and her back was sore. Surprisingly, Patrick didn’t interrupt her and patiently listened to her story until her lamentations subsided. When her complaints seemed to fade away, Patrick pulled Sixx out from behind him and presented him to her. Under Isabella’s curious gaze, Sixx lowered his eyes.
“This is Isabella madam. She’s the amazing lady who sits at the top of this mansion. This mansion wouldn’t function without her. She’s also the one who raised our boss. That’s enough, right?”
“What’s this sudden flattering? And who’s this kid?”
“He’s a guest of the boss who’s staying here for a while. He says he’s so bored he could die. Please give him some simple tasks. Don’t overwork him since he’s injured.”
“Geez, Patrick! I’m not a cruel employer. Do you really think I’d do that? Anyway, so this kid is the one who got shot in the side and seems perfectly fine now.”
“Kids usually recover quickly. Well then, I’ll leave him to you.”
Leaving the bewildered Sixx behind, Patrick waved and left. Isabella stared down at Sixx, her sharp gaze making him instinctively shrink.
“He doesn’t look very sturdy. Looks frail. I wonder if he knows how to do anything.”
Isabella’s scrutinizing gaze changed a little when she realized that Sixx hadn’t done anything he hadn’t done before. She seemed a bit surprised, and she also seemed to respect Sixx a little. But from Sixx’s perspective, it was natural. In the circus, he had to handle everything himself. He had done cleaning, cooking, and laundry one after another. What Isabella asked him to do was much easier. After finishing cleaning the second floor and visiting the kitchen, Cynthia, who had come to the kitchen, was surprised to see Sixx peeling potatoes in the corner and rushed over to him. After convincing her several times that he really wasn’t hurt and that lying down was more uncomfortable, he was allowed to help with the household chores.
They raising him to be a housewife hahahaha
Thanks for the chap!❤️❤️❤️