To say he was scared was an underestimatement.

After having been taken in by count Moriarty, the young boy and his older sibling had started working for the Moriarty's, because it was better than the slums.

It would have been just fine, if it weren't for his adoptive sibling. The dirty-blonde teen was a nightmare to deal with. He was rude, and made them work for hours on end.

Today was no different, either.

Louis had been called into the young lord's room. As he walked there, a maid passed by him. Her hand was bleeding, but she moved quick, not seeming to want to speak to anybody right now.

Nervous as he was — his heart condition was not profiting from it, either — the young boy made his way to the boy's room. Once there, he stepped inside.

"Make me some tea." the boy said, a cruel smirk on his face. Now, initially, it seemed like a fine request, so Louis accepted.

However, when the nobel picked up the cup, he didn't taste the tea. Instead, he turned the cup and spilled it all over the floor, purposely making a mess. "If you want your brother and you to stay here, lick it up."