the trash that sleeps | totcf au

The trash has changed.

That was the rumors floating around. After he had been beaten up by that man from the Harris Village, it was like his personality took a 360 change. He was soft. It was like the former personality of the young master when he was a child had come back.

People that knew people that are working for the Henituses could make a very detailed description of the so-called trash after his change. It had been the talk, after all. The Count and Countess called for seamstress and tailors to make new set of clothes for the young master

But they couldn't believe their eyes once they had seen him. Somehow, over night, his hair grew longer. He was wearing a long, flowing black robe with wide sleeves that drape elegantly. Crimson red sash cinched at the waist and tied in the front. The robe had gold edges on the sleeves and bottom hem, featuring intricate embroidery of Chrysanthemums and Daisies.

He looked so peaceful. Nothing like the young master they were all so used to.

They don't know if it is a blessing or a curse, but they could tell it would be both. People of the Rain City could only glance at the young master who came out of the slums holding two kittens. They could only blink as they were shocked.

Without the hints of drunkenness, or being aggressive, the young master looks like an angel. He looks so soft and kind hearted as he holds the two kittens in his arms, even when injured.

thud.

Everyone went into panic when the injured young master suddenly collapsed. The two kittens cried out as their new guardian suddenly went unconscious.

"Someone go call the knights!" An old man immediately was beside the redhead, lifting up the head of the young master onto his lap, checking if he had hit his head on the ground harder than it should be.

As trashy as young master Cale may be (or used to be), he was still the eldest son of Count Henituse. He was still their Young Master.

Everyone then panicked when the man shouted in fear that he was not breathing. A local healer had to run just to help the young master breathe.

When the knights arrived, they immediately had the young master to be carried to the carriage to head back to the Manor. Of course, the citizens would not let them forget the kittens that the young master had.

Count Deruth Henituse and his family were immediately notified of what happened in the city; they all took a run to the front doors; trying to reach the redhead first.

"Cale!" Deruth immediately took his son into his arms, but his eldest was still unconscious, it looks like he was sleeping. He would have believed his thoughts if it weren't for the fact that many people in his territory saw it happen.

He immediately carried Cale back to the young man's room, he could hear his wife calling for healers.

"Oppa, will Orabeoni be okay?" Lily had asked Basen as they went on the side with their mother as they went for the healers to make a diagnosis for their brother.

"Why is he so pale..?" Basen muttered to himself as he looked at his hyung-nim who looked ghostly pale, his black robe making it more apparent. He wanted to go near them, but he didn't want to bother the healers with their work.

It had taken a while for the healers to finally turn to look at them.

"Lord Henituse," A healer called for their lord.

"Well? What's wrong with my son?" Deruth was anxious. What's wrong with his son? Was it an after effect of that beating that young man gave his son!? If it was, he should have punished that man!