Free.{Chapter 1}

[:Saturday 25th of September 2010:]

[6:01]Am 

Gasp! "Haa.. haa.."

I sat up straight on my bed, dripping cold sweat from my pores as I griped my bedspread.

"W-what...What t-the heck.." 

I stammered as I ran my fingers across my face, feeling it for some unknown reason. It was hot, too hot. Which was strange because my bedroom window was wide open. I looked around the room frantically, darting my eyes left then right as if I was scanning the room for any unnatural presence. Soon enough, I was done with my little investigation. I sighed, then slumped forward, arching my back and lowering my head. Who am I? Do you ask? What am I looking for? Well, I'm not sure what I was looking for but I can tell you one thing, it was all a silly nightmare. 

"It was all just a dream.." I repeated out loud, making an effort to bring myself back to reality. 

My name is Kaito, I'm about 11 years old with short blue hair and long trimmed bangs. I'm a pretty average boy, most likely the average child's height, maybe about 142cm at best. 

Although I might call myself average... I'm actually insanely pretty, or at least that's what people tell me. I've been blessed with beautiful fair soft skin, misty blue eyes, and thin but plump, pink lips. 

What I had on was simple but favorably elegant. It was a white dress with white transparent lacing and golden embroidery floral designs on top of the soft white cotton layer. As I said, it's simple but elegant. Haven't you ever heard of "elegance in simplicity"? 

My hair was tied up in short pigtails, they were held in place with the help of rainbow-colored ribbons, as my bangs were pushed aside with butterfly hairclips. With this description I've just given you, one would argue with me about me being a boy..but the truth is I am a boy…Well, at least I know so. 

Sighing once more, I stared at the wall. I thought about the dream I just had, I felt extremely conflicted, upset, and perplexed, mostly because I didn't understand a single thing that went on in that dream. Was it some kind of vision? Was there some lore behind it? Will such a thing occur? And more importantly, why was "I" at gunpoint? These questions continued to swell up in my brain. Later I shook my head, throwing away such chilling thoughts.

"Perhaps I'll talk about it with Shawn or Elizebeth.." I said to myself, feeling fairly drained.  "Surely, they'll help provide an answer to this strange yet real-ish dream-" Suddenly, I cut myself off. I began to reflect on telling them, as it would be the most irresponsible thing to do. Why would I want to bother them about my silly nightmare anyway? It's not like they can help me out with it... They'll call me crazy. 

Feeling a bit depressed, accommodated with other mixed emotions, I laid back onto my bed but I soon sat up once more to the sound of a loud thud, followed by a little boy's voice. It startled me actually, putting my hand on my chest while rubbing it in a circular motion as if to soothe myself, I knitted my eyebrows in displeasure and took a short breath of relief. "Is that person a madman?" I questioned myself inwardly.  I couldn't understand how one would try to open a door with their "head", it sounds all too bizarre.

"Ohh! Ouch!" 

The child cried out in pain. "Darn it, Kai! This is the last time you lock your doors!" The child muttered underneath his breath. But from where I was sitting, it sounded more like muffled sounds.

I chuckled a bit, it was quite amusing to have a clown in your own home. Pushing away from the sheets, I jumped out of bed. I got on my bunny themed slippers and quickly worked my way to the door, then afterward I unlocked the door and opened it, only to reveal a white-haired young fellow with pastel blue eyes and pale white skin, his bangs covered one side of his eye as the other was visible.

 He is a 12-year-old who is 4 Centimeters taller than me. To be quite frank, I despised that very clear height difference. Still, I learned to live with it. He had a huge beauty mark on his neck that made him look very attractive for his age, to finish off his look he wore that of a butler's uniform, though his pants were shorts and not long pants. 

"Good morning sunshine! Looking absolutely gorgeous as ever!" 

He said with a charming, sweet smile, as he bowed with one hand tucked behind his back and the other reaching out to hold my hand, then kissing it. I cringed a little.

Trying my best to keep a smiling face, I withdrew my hand quickly, but not too "quick" as to not claw him accidentally with my sharp, polished, pink nails. This retraction left him perplexed, as he lifted his head so he could look at me. He gave a sly boyish smile as he raised his eyebrows multiple times at me. "I swear, I'll kill this boy one day.." I said to myself as I smiled back at him angrily. This boy's name is Shawn, he's my best friend and my personal butler. Funny how that works, huh? He's cheeky, playful, flirtatious...only to me though, and as well as responsible for the basic cleaning and handling of the distinct distributions of chores to his fellow subordinates. Impressive for a 12-year-old no? But then for some random reason, when he's with me, he makes an absolute joke of himself. It's getting quite predictable at this point, just wait for what happens next, he's gonna try and kiss my hand again. 

Shawn grabbed my hand gently, this time he sniffed it and gazed up at me with a seductive smile. "OKAY! What is happening here? Where did he learn to do such vulgar things!?" I questioned myself in my thoughts with a completely baffled expression. Noticing my reaction, Shawn let out a mischievous giggle, he pressed his index finger on his lips as if telling me to keep calm and quiet. "STILL" in that bowing position, he winked at me. Unconsciously I began to blush, most likely out of mere embarrassment and for the fact that I was getting flustered. 

"You know, you are very cute when you're angry...I couldn't help myself." Shawn said, finally standing up straight. 

I knitted my eyebrows once again, one side of my lip curved up, making a sleek smirk.

 "Then I'm about to get VERY adorable if you don't compose yourself, good sir!" I declared in a burst of discomfort. Immediately after, he began to laugh. Waving his right hand at me as he said, "Sorry, sorry. Is it wrong to complement the one I adore? You know, I didn't pass out my greetings to anyone yet, I was saving my greetings for you.." As he uttered those words, he became timid almost instantly, he looked like he was regretting ever saying those words, avoiding my gaze he fiddled with his fingers in a nervous motion. "Oh my God... How did things turn out like this?" I asked myself with a lot of grief in my heart. 

I couldn't look him in the eyes, I never felt so sinful and horrible in my entire life. My eyes started swelling with tears as my lips began to quiver under the pressure. I stared downwards as to try and avoid his watch, but neither the less, Shawn still somehow managed to notice, it was probably because I trembled, I was having what people would dub as a "Mental breakdown", the guilt was all too much. I couldn't handle the lies anymore.

 With a wide-eyed expression, Shawn asked with concern, "M-my lady? Are you alright!? Was it something I said? I-i Umm.." He tripped over his words, he was speechless and troubled, and who can blame him? He's in the dark.  

Let me start from the beginning of my life. When I was born, my mother told the doctors to replace my gender as a boy to that of a girl, the doctors couldn't do that, for their technology wasn't nearly advanced enough to the point of being enabled to change a babies gender right from birth, they told her to come back when I had turned 13... And of course, the years are flying by and it won't be long before i "do" actually turn 13. 

The nearest she could get to changing my gender was writing it on paper, my birth certificate. Why is she doing this? I haven't fully found out "ALL" of the details, but I do know that she has been yearning for a female child for years and that's perhaps why my life has come to this... Putting on a dress, wearing accessories for little girls and women, and posing as a girl. The only people who know, aside from me of course, are my personal maid and close friend, Elizabeth, my designer, and lastly my mother. Everyone I know thinks I'm a girl, and Shawn is no excuse.

"My lady, I sincerely apologize! I did not mean to frighten you!" Shawn said apologetically. He was fidgeting all over the place, panicking in the process.  

Wiping away my tears I chuckled.  "Haha!.. You fell for it! Have you forgotten my history of the arts?" I said, trying my best to sound as cocky as possible. It was clear that I was lying through my teeth,  but regardless, Shawn is easily tricked. 

"A joke?.." Shawn echoed. He didn't look all that amused, not one bit. He looked like he was out of breath, and with the wan expression he made, it was clear that he was deeply worried about me and shocked. 

"I'm sorry. It was a joke to test you!" I said, in hopes of calming him down. 

"A test?.."

"Yes, a test! I wanted to see how much you…" I trailed off for a short moment, thinking quickly of what to say. After at least 4 good seconds, I continued with constructing my lie. "How...Much you cared for me! Yes! That's what I was trying to say!" I said with confidence. You have no idea how stupid I look right now. Shawn gaped at me with disbelief. 

"My lady... Are you feeling well?" He asked quizzically. 

"Oh? So you don't care.." I said with a downcast face, doing my best to sound sad and pained. 

"Huh? My lady, if I didn't care. I wouldn't be asking the question "Are you okay?" I care a lot about you! I make that clear every day." He declared with so much power in his voice. He did care..that's quite sweet. I wonder how long we've been standing here? 

I stepped outside my door, closing it as I did, and then moved past Shawn, Shawn watched me as I did so. He was still somewhat unnerved by the past events. 

"Where are you off to my lady?" He asked. I turned my head to face him. Smirking, I remarked with a sarcastic tone, "Why, I'm off to go see the Queen! What do you think?" I pointed at my current outfit. He nodded, I think he understood what I was getting at and his statement confirmed it, "Oh, I see! You're going to refresh yourself, yes?" I nodded with a smile, then tapped my index finger on my temple. "Now you're getting it!" I said as if almost mocking him.

I was about to head into the left side of the hallway, that was until another child's voice echoed throughout the hall. 

"Big Sister! Big sister!" 

--End-