bon anniversaire.
Something to keep his mind off of the unfortunate truth... was cooking. He recalled some time ago that a certain someone's birthday was nearing. As much as he disliked that good-for-nothing deadbeat, in the end, he was still his elder brother. As much as he wished death upon him, he could hardly muster the courage or the willpower to carry out such a feat. Jealousy and disdain would rule Reiji for a long time; today those ill intentions would be cast aside... if only to do the mature thing for a change.
Steak. Rare, just the way he likes it. A detail like that retained by the younger brother whom claims to dislike the heir to a large degree...
It no longer mattered, did it? Shu Sakamaki, that useless, sentient paperweight, was still his elder brother, the heir to the Sakamaki clan... a clan with no significance when cut off from the rest of the world. Not even his lord Father could reach them. Without his influence...
Though Reiji maintained his sense of self-preservation and control, even he had to admit that there was a certain freedom attained from this despair academy. A certain sence of forced unity under circumstances dwelling within their bloodline. With his thoughts left to fester in the back of his mind, he had come to realize that... perhaps... Ah, perhaps...
Because of Caesar's passing... he could understand Shu's state of being just a little bit. His long-lived grudge and deep-seated envy rests on a foundation only now beginning to crumble.
A dinner tray and cover would eventually be set at the door to room 201-- the cover would possess a tag addressed to Shu Sakamaki.
[Happy Birthday.]
No signature. He doesn't need to know that his oh so lovely little brother is the mystery donor.
Shu's distinctive scent lingers here. Disgusting. Ah, well. A knock at the door, and Reiji quickly meanders away.
Some things are better left unspoken.
