alexisxriff
alexisxcain
riffxcain
riffxoc
alexisxoc

cainxjisabel

True Misery:
what was the real reason for Cain's scars? The real reason father and son share a true hate????
Being fourteen hadn't really effected him much, at least not yet. All in the Hargreaves home was still the same old story. Cain would get up, get dressed, and ignore most of the maids and butlers who ignored him. As far as he was concerned, if they didn't want to acknowledge his existence, he didn't have to pretend he gave a damn what happened to them. Then usually after his tutors came, he'd go out and sit under the tree in their especially large backyard. He didn't have much to do to keep himself excited during the long boring days. But whenever he got too bored, there was always at least one thing to do. But that one thing, that one little thing that he was (most of the time) forced to do, led to a big mess, and that mess...Is True Misery...


Chapter One


Cain looked around. It was a normal day, and he, once again, was bored out of his mind. He was walking around the garden; the roses had come up full blast. It was a magnificent sight to behold. Folds of pink and red, and here or there a little yellow or white. He always loved when the roses came in. Walking around the large garden kept his mind of things, if there was anything to keep off that is. But today, it just so happened, that the only reasoned he was there, was to meet a new butler. He was just waiting for his father to show up with him. Just as his fingers brushed against a red-as-blood rose, a loud, rough voice called out to him from some distance away.

"Cain, come!" his father called. Cain looked behind him. Off by the edge of the garden was Alexis and a man he did not recognize. Of course, this had to have been the new butler. Apparently, the old one had 'died' of a 'heart attack.' This, however, Cain did not believe to be true. "Coming, Father," Cain replied, just loud enough so that he would be heard, instead of his usual scream-at-the-top-of-your-lungs voice. That, he was told, could wake up all of China.As he came closer to his father and the new recroot, he saw that the other man had whitish blue hair, as if he had attempted to dye it and failed. He noticed that he was smiling, in the happiest of ways. IT wasn't the fake smiles he'd seen the other maids and butlers wear.

"Cain, come!" his father called. Cain looked behind him. Off by the edge of the garden was Alexis and a man he did not recognize. Of course, this had to have been the new butler. Apparently, the old one had 'died' of a 'heart attack.' This, however, Cain did not believe to be true. "Coming, Father," Cain replied, just loud enough so that he would be heard, instead of his usual scream-at-the-top-of-your-lungs voice. That, he was told, could wake up all of China.As he came closer to his father and the new recroot, he saw that the other man had whitish blue hair, as if he had attempted to dye it and failed. He noticed that he was smiling, in the happiest of ways. IT wasn't the fake smiles he'd seen the other maids and butlers wear.

"Cain, come!" his father called. Cain looked behind him. Off by the edge of the garden was Alexis and a man he did not recognize. Of course, this had to have been the new butler. Apparently, the old one had 'died' of a 'heart attack.' This, however, Cain did not believe to be true. "Coming, Father," Cain replied, just loud enough so that he would be heard, instead of his usual scream-at-the-top-of-your-lungs voice. That, he was told, could wake up all of China.As he came closer to his father and the new recruit, he saw that the other man had whitish blue hair, as if he had attempted to dye it and failed. He noticed that he was smiling, in the happiest of ways. It wasn't the fake smiles he'd seen the other maids and butlers wear.

Finally, when Cain reached them, Alexis flashed a glare his way, careful not to let the other man see him. Cain, on the other hand, didn't bother to hide his glare and, just to make it clear that he did not like him, glared at the other man as well.

The strange man took a step back, slightly put off by Cain's eyes.

Though he was quite a bit taller than both Cain and his father, he seemed like what they would call a 'gentle giant.'

As Alexis turned around to lead them all into the large, ocean-side castle-like house, Cain turned to the taller man and hissed, "Something wrong with my eyes?"

He jumped and said, "No, not at all. They're very interesting; I've never seen the color before." He smiled.

Cain rolled his eyes and walked faster, and unfortunately, he ended up catching up to his father. Not at all what he had planned. Immediately as he and Alexis met, the much older man began speaking.

"Today, and today only, as I am feeling unusually kind today, you are not to leave the house again."

-What, is that your idea of KIND?-

Cain ran his hands into his pockets, a bit upset. Tonight there was supposed to be a full moon. Things got interesting around their house on the full moons, and he was almost never able to see what went on because he was always stuck inside.

"Yes, Sir," he stated, firmly but resentfully.

"I don't like your tone, boy," Alexis hissed, flashing him another glare.

"Yeah, well I don't like your face," Cain, covered his mouth at the sound of the other man chuckling softly. 'Damn, I said that out loud...'

"Excuse me?"

"Uh...uh..." Cain looked around, searching for a way to escape without getting his ass kicked. Apparently the man's laughing snapped his father out of anger, because when he busted into fits of laughter, Alexis completely ignored Cain and turned his attention to him instead.

Cain sighed with relief. At least he wouldn't have to get a nice beating today...for a while. He watched as Alexis lead the white haired man into the house.

Cain followed, making an effort to stay as far behind as possible, just to avoid contact with his father's fists. After all, Alexis had always been the violent type, but whenever he got distracted from that side, he wasn't too bad.

"Mr. Riffael, are you quite sure you would be fine working here? After all, the incident only happened a few days ago...don't you need some time?" Alexis asked once they were in the hallway, away from the peering eyes of nosy maids.

The man smiled, "No, Sir. The sooner I start, assuming I do, the easier it'll be to forget."

Alexis seemed taken aback by this, but didn't show it by the way he acted, just by the expression on his face. It was a rare occurrence when Alexis showed any emotion at all, except, of course, for the usual smirk when he was in the presence of another's pain.

Alexis led Riff into the Sitting Room that branched off from the circular, center hallway. Cain looked up, wondering if the chandelier would all of a sudden grow a brain and think 'maybe I should crash on the bastard down there...hm...,' then fall on him so he wouldn't have to deal with his father.

"Riffael, you are quite sure you want this position? It will be...an interesting job, and I'm sure you would have other things to do," Alexis looked to him and waved a hand as he sat in a large, Victorian Styled chair. Riffael took this as an indication for him to take a seat as well, and lowered himself into the chair behind him.

"Oh, I'm most sure that it would be interesting! Most sure, indeed! No, I don't particularly have other things, and I need a job, Sir," Riffael said, looking from Cain, who was standing behind his father, and then to Alexis.

"Well, when can you start?"

At this, Cain glared at the both of them. He did not want another butler to come in and ignore him. He had enough of that already, and he already felt bad enough knowing that none of them cared what happened to him. One more butler would only cause more problems for everyone.

"Anytime you wish me to, Sir! Anytime at all!" Riffael replied excitedly. Cain rolled his eyes. This was pointless! It wasn't like Cain would listen to whatever he said, and just because this white-haired freak was becoming the Head Butler didn't mean Cain had to respect him.

"How about next week? Does that give you enough time to get your things ready? If there's anything left that is," Alexis smiled slightly, looking at him.

"More than enough time, Sir! More than enough!"

-'Well, at least we know he's optimistic. What does he think is going to happen? That he'll get rich from a butler job?- Cain thought angrily.

Alexis and Riffael stood up and shook hands.

"Thank you, Sir!" With that, the white-haired man was escorted out by the youngest maid, Catherine.

As soon as he heard the door close, Alexis turned to Cain. "I expect you not to run this one down."

-'Yeah, and I expect you to get better looking, but it's not gonna happen, now is it?'-

Cain rolled his eyes and stretched, arms over his head, then behind his back. Then he left the room, much to his satisfaction, his father did not follow. He smiled to himself as he made his way back to his room. He passed many maids, not bothering to greet them. They wouldn't have looked his way if he did.

Once he reached his room, the two butlers who stood on either side of the door glanced at him, but said nothing. Cain, also, said nothing and walked right into his room. He plopped down on the bed and held the pillow close to his face.

He was only fourteen and people were treating him like sixty year old bacteria!

Cain sighed into the pillow and turned over, holding the it tightly to his chest. He stared up at the ceiling. The same design. Circles of brown marble within circles of brown marble with small triangles around the outer rim placed together to make it look more pointed.

Sometimes it reminded him of a solar eclipse; the way the sun was hidden by the moon and only a small rim of light circled it.

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"Alice..."

A tall girl walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her face for a kiss. Her and Riffael were about five inches apart when it came to height, her being the shorter of the two.

Her shoulder length brown hair fell around her face.

"Riff, are you really going to take that job?" she asked once she broke away, carefully pushing his whitish blue bangs from his pale face.

"I've got to, you know that," he sighed sadly, but then smiled, "It'll be fine, really! I won't be home much...but it's better if I take the job..."

"But what about Nathaniel? What's he going to do without his father?" Alice looked over to the crib in the corner, where an infant slept soundly. The blanket wrapped around it rose and fell gently with each breath it took.

"I-I'll still be around! I won't abandon you..." he leaned in and kissed her, holding her chin gently. "Believe me..."

Alice looked at him, "I do believe you, but I..."

"Don't worry, I'll make enough money and we can move somewhere special," he took her hand and squeezed it gently, "Maybe someplace where we can raise Nathan, somewhere big and open!"

She pushed her hair out of her face, simply to disguise the single tear that dropped from her eye to her cheek. Riffael smiled and pulled her hair back gently and kissed her cheek. Alice laughed softly, "You never change, do you?"

Riff smiled warmly. A soft, high-pitched laugh interrupted their moment, it actually startled them a little. Riff grinned and leaned over the crib, letting the small baby play with his fingers.

Nathaniel's small, chubby, baby face stretched a little as he smiled and laughed as his father tickled his plump, tiny stomach. His small hands trailed along Riffael's larger, paler ones.

Alice smiled and scooped the child up in her arms, holding it close to her chest.

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-'He said he'd needed the job...but why?'-

-'He seemed so happy to get the job...why?'-

-'I don't understand...is this person...psychotic?'-

Cain mulled over the three questions. Did he need the job because he was married? Cain hadn't seen a wedding ring... Was he happy just to have something to do? It didn't seem at all likely...If the man had been psychotic, wouldn't he have been in the hospital or something?

He just couldn't figure it out...he was missing something-some piece of information was lost. What was going on...

Someone knocked on his door, making him jump a little at the sudden noise.

"Boy," Alexis' voice came from the hallway.

"Yes, Sir?" Cain said, suppressing the urge to open the door and stuff the pillow in his face.

"You have a visitor," Alexis spoke as if he was the warden and Cain was the prisoner. Well, at least Cain knew how to play the scene of 'lock-down.'

The door opened with an eerie creak and a tall man with silvery blond hair walked in.

"Oh, it's Jisabel? Well, he's not much for company, but I suppose I'll have to let him stay, won't I?" Cain smirked as he spoke. He lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and tossing the fluffy pillow at the blond's face.

"Oh, that's a bit harsh, don't you think, Dear Brother?" Jisabel mocked a hurt voice and sat down next to Cain. "I haven't seen you in a while, love."

Cain stared at him, "Maybe that's 'cause you're always out playing doctor."

Jisabel smiled a little, "Do you want me to play doctor with you?" He leaned over Cain, making him feel awkward.

Cain smirked, "Do you still know how?" Since he was stuck inside all night, and he hadn't seen his brother-lover for almost a year...

"Most definitely."