Lelouch awake in the morning, not as early as his step-brother but earlier than his parent and brother. Dressing himself in black leggings, a white shirt, and a thick black over coat he sighed sitting down besides the dim fire place. In hand he had a large piece of paper and some charcoal, he was an artist but in the light of his father he was going to be someone higher up. The white hair male leaned against the brick frame of the fireplace as he watched the flames dance, his hand busy as he tried drawing the flames in womanly form dancing around a wild fire.
A soft purring sound came from underneath the lad’s bed, smiling he laid down and snapped his fingers, a black cat appeared. Purring she came closer to the lad and licked his fingers, she was friendly stray that he often took care. He had a hole underneath his bed and just never bothered to inform his father, besides if he did that how would his friend come on cold winter nights or the wet rainy days? Opening the drapes Lelouch sighed heavily, if anything his father wanted him to be asleep still. Or at least stay away from Blair, his father hated the boy. Lelouch never understood why but either way he was taught to treat him as dirty. Most of the time he simply stood quite, he would tease him but it was always when he brother did. Sometimes he could be as cruel as his older brother and father usually after he was beaten by his loving parent or if his brother decided to sleep in the same chamber as him.
Yes, over the years from childhood he had grown bitter and found it easier to unleash it on Blair, often times it happened without warning. He tried to keep it under control and actually kept away from his step-brother to protect Blair from … from himself.
His door creaked open and a shaggy head of blond hair popped into the room. His stomach sank seeing his big brother; it would be one of those mornings.
Breakfast was noisy was usual. Brother laughing and making fun of Blair, father yelling at the lad and telling how worthless he was, Lelouch trying to keep his calm from morning’s earlier events.
“Didn’t you hear me? I asked you if you thought Blair looked like a pile of rags thrown onto some dyed rat.”
“Oh … erm yes.” His reply was barely above a whisper. Blood boiling, he felt angry and just wanted to go off on the path again and caught from poor animal to beat. Better than releasing that rage on Blair.