Love is in the air this season. So, I add this extra chapter for a change and have some break. I hope you guys will like this short, not so fluffy, but sweet chapter. Please do not forget the review. Than you very much.

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Valentine's Day Special Chapter

DO YOU LIKE IT, MASTER?

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A day before the 14th of the second month of the year, the little boy with snow white hair and scarred face was ordered by his Master to run an errand one early morning. His Master's orders were absolute; defy it and you'll be punish and one mistake will lead you to something you would never imagined. So, not wanting either of it, the little boy in his white long sleeve button up shirt with a red ribbon tied around his neck, a navy blue sweater on top, a pair of black trousers and shoes, and a contrasting white gloves, he made his way to a bar where he could get a job and would be paid fairly.

The little boy pushed the door open, making the bell that was hung up at the upper right corner ring and alerted a young man wearing some kind of red, white, and black uniform. He was wiping a goblet clean when he turned to the door and saw a kid entered.

"Hey, kid." he called, smiling so as not to scare the boy. "What brought you up here? Kids like your age is not allowed here."

"I know and I'm sorry about it." was the kid's straight answer. "But, can I work here? A day will do, I think."

The young man looked at him, wondering why such a kid his age would go in there and asked to work even just for a day. It also occured to him that the kid might need some money as soon as possible specially tomorrow is-

"I see..." he smiled. "I think I have a perfect job for you."

"What? Are you not going to call someone like a manager or something to ask permission to let me?"

"Oh...? How do you know that thing?" he asked, surprised at how the kid knew things like that.

"I often face with the likes of them when I'm asking for job though there were others who are scary to approach." the kid answered. "So...?"

"Well, you don't have to worry about the manager."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the owner of the bar."

"Really!?"

"Yep. So, come on in and start cleaning those bottles of wines for me."

"Yes! Right away, sir!"

And so, the boy cleaned all the bottles enthusiastically. He even placed them on the shelves in which the owner was greatful, so in exchange he was paid double the amount they agreed on.

"Thank you for your hard work today, kid! Now you can spend your time with your girl to celebrate Valentine's Day." said the owner. He stood at the door, wanted to see the boy off to his home safe that night.

"Girl? Valentine's Day?" confused, the boy asked.

"Eh? You don't know?"

The boy shook his head. "I don't know what you are talking about, mister."

"Oh, I see." the young man trailed off as he scratched the back of his head. "So, what are you here for?"

"Master, told me to buy him Romani Conti this evening so I went out early and wounded up here. I will use this money I earned to buy it."

"What? You know, no offense, but whoever your Master is, he is a jerk for letting a kid like you do this."

"You're wrong, sir."

"Eh? So, is he a good man?"

"No, sir. In fact..." he paused. His innocent facade turned into dark. "He IS a DEMON." he grinned for a moment then mopped on the ground, chanting the words 'debt', 'gambling, and 'women'.

"Ah-uhmm. Kid, about Valentine's... It is about love. A day when you will treat someone close to you. You know like giving them chocolates. I don't know what kind of person he is, but I think you should make a plan for tomorrow and surprise him. Maybe he will warm up to you. What do you think?"

Based on what he had heard, the kid thought of the possible scenorios where his Master would change his pace and treat him not like a duck laying golden eggs but his student with care. Maybe it won't hurt to try? Besides, his late father treated him on Valentine's by giving him chocolates and cakes which made him warm up.

With that in mind, the kid thanked him and went off somewhere else instead of home as he thought of a plan to celebrate Valentine's with his Master.

"Valentine's Day is just not a day for couples, but also for families, relatives, and friends. Even enemies!"

He remembered his father had told him before the first time they celebrated the holiday.

Valentine's Day Special

The next day, the kid found himself blending with the shadows in the alley where he could cry without anyone noticing him.

Apparently, the kid did not buy the wine he was told to instead, he bought a box of chocolate and decided to not come home until he was fast asleep. When morning came, he was woken up by a banging sound of the door to his bedroom and an enraged long red haired man with a half mask on his face. His Master was furious at him because he did not return on time last night. He apologized quickly and gave him a box of chocolate and greeted him a 'Happy Valentine's Day, Master.'. But, it only made his Master gone mad for bringing the damned chocolates home and not his Romani Conti. Not thinking straight, he slapped the kid's hands, which held the box, and slapped him across his cheek. The box flew to the other side of the room and tumbled; the contents scattered on the floor while the little boy sat on the floor with his shell- shock face.

The kid reached for his hurt cheek and his tears began flowing freely. His Master was taken aback, he regretted what he had done. He shouldn't have hurt him. He knew his student wanted him to be happy this Valentine's, but his anger drained that thought because he was so worried about the kid last night that he had fallen asleep on the couch, waiting for him. When he woke up, he saw the kid's shoes and bolted upstairs.

Sorry for what he did, he kneeled down and attempted to comfort the kid and tell him that he was sorry and that he liked the chocolates. Yes, he attemtped to, but the kid took his action seriously and dashed out of his room until he reached the pavement and wounded up in an alley where he was currently crying as silently as he could.

"*hic* I- I didn't mean... *hic* to...to a-anger him..." he said between hiccups as he rubbed the tears away and suppressed his sobs.

"Allen."

The kid flinched, his eyes widened in fear. He did not know what to do. Should he face him or run away? But, there was no way he could run away now that the dead end was just a step away from.

He was afraid. The kid was afraid that he hyperventilated. He was panicking inside.

What should I do? What should I do? Was the only thought that kept on running in his mind.

The next thing that happened was something he would never expect to ever happen.

His Master hugged him tenderly from behind and said,

"I'm sorry."

He smells chocolates and not tobacco or alcohol. Did he...?

"The chocolates...it's delicious."

The kid was surprised. Did he heard him right?

Forcing the hiccups to stop though it did not, he looked over his shoulder and came face to face with his Master, whose head rested on his back, regret written all over his face.

"Did you...like it, Master?" the kid asked.

"Yes." the man smiled. "Yes, I like it. Happy Valentine's Day, too, idiot apprentice." he hugged the kid more.

The boy turned his head back to the wall and leaned on his Master's embrace. He closed his eyes, smiling at the warmth that came from the man.

"Happy Valentine's, idiot Master."