LTDF: The Velvet Room Twins

I forgot to upload this yesterday. Sorry~ Anyway, here's to all of you who don't known them.

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"Am I in. . . a church?" Shiro asked himself, staring at the statue.

"Actually, you are in your sanctuary."

Jumping (Or only straining his chains more, in his case) at the sudden voice, Shiro spun around and saw that a man stood a few feet away from him. Shiro was caught under the hypnotic gaze of the stranger's amber-gold eyes.

"Master?"

Blinking, Shiro snapped out of his daze, cocking his head.

"I beg your pardon?" he asked, now taking in more of the stranger's looks. His skin was pale and unblemished, a smooth and aristocratic face framed by ivory-white hair blown wispily around his head till it stopped at his neck, layered with platinum-silver highlights that caught the glow of the room. His attire was a light blue, long-sleeved dress shirt with a white cravat tied around his neck, his pants a shade of dark grey and tucked into black houseman's boots. Dressed heavily and in the shade of azure-blue was his box coat, a shoulder cape a shade darker than the coat draped over his shoulders with both the coat and cape designed with black lines connected to circles sewn with golden buttons. With his left arm pressed to the middle of his abdomen, said arm was covered in a black cape. Evidently, the hand on his side was bare while the other was covered in a white glove with the brim of a black bicorne held between his fingers, a midnight-blue ribbon curled and attached to it along with a white plume.

The man smiled kindly, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"Forgive me, I was told by my master to title you as that. However, if I may have your name, please?" he asked, his tone deep and rich with a New Zealand accent.

"Master? Wait, I don't even know who you are. Who are you? Where are we? Really. . . What's going on here?" asked Shiro, more shaken then calm. The man walked over to him, his free hand suddenly reaching past the lapel of his coat. From out a breast pocket, he pulled out a silver key crafted with the same gems on Shiro's chains, and he knelt down and unlocked Shiro from the anklets, the latter letting out a sigh and bending down to rub his reddening and sore ankles.

"Again, forgive me for frightening you. I am actually quite impress of how mannered you are, asking my identification before giving your own," Pressing his hat now to his chest, he gave a humble bow, "My name is Christopher. We are in the Alter of Momentum, a space created by dreams and the subconscious. When I referred to the Alter as your sanctuary, I meant it was a place where you would be most comforted. It truly is a lovely place," Raising to his tall stature, Christopher looked at Shiro's ankles, "I apologize for the abysmal welcome. The cloak you are wearing is needed for the harsh weather outside and the chains that were upon you were crafted by an unknown force. It seems I was blessed to be given the keys to your lock. However, I fear that you will be locked in these chains for each of your visits." He said thoughtfully.

"Visits?" asked Shiro.

Christopher lightly smacked his forehead, "Ah, I am being so scatter-brained this night," Scolding himself, Christopher shook his head, "Yes, visits. My master does plan for you to visit, since you are our esteemed guest. Oh yes, since I have given my name, may I know of your own?" he asked.

"Sh. . . Shiro. Shiro Takeba." whispered Shiro, bewildered that his own voice was wobbly.

"A pleasure, Shiro-sama," greeted the white-haired man, smiling pleasantly. They both suddenly heard the charming sound of a bells and Christopher now pulled out a golden pocket watch that was attached to a diamond encrusted rosary, "Drat, I've completely forgot the time. We'll miss our ride if we keep dawdling." Fitted his cape to his neck and placing his feathered hat on his head, Christopher walked over to the front of the church, his hand on a curved knobs of dark blue double doors. He looked over his shoulder and gave a wondering look Shiro's way, "Coming?"

His first response wanted to be 'no'. But seeing that Christopher didn't look or act to be someone dangerous, Shiro attentively walked to him and nodded. Smiling his ever-so brilliant smile, the mysterious man pulled open the doors, a bright streak of lightening nearly blinding Shiro.

Cold winds with pelting rain howled and Shiro was soon taken under something thick and heavy. Opening his squinting eyes, Shiro felt himself being dragged by Christopher with something murky and sticky as mud sliding and dirtying his feet. A thunderous roar gave his heart a leap and Shiro tried his best to keep up with the taller male's long and fast strides.

"Chris! Chris, over here!" A prominent and light voice was calling out through the thick rain and Christopher halted. Seeing past the wool coat, his accompaniment could see and gape at the stunningly beautiful vehicle they were coming to.

An 18th-century, horse-drawn carriage was before them, glowing as blue as the Altar of Momentum with it's windows curtained by glossy purple shades, the four wheels black with silver rims. Shiro's eyes widen to see that the horses attached to the carriage were the skeletons of actual horses, their hollow eye sockets dark and blank with their heads tilted curiously at him.

"Do not be afraid, Shiro-sama," Turning Christopher's way, the older man smiled at him, "Though they look frightening, they are quite dolce, and they know exactly where they are going. After all, I am the driver and horseman that watches over them." Stepping away and leaving Shiro with his cape, the man walked over and regarded another male that stood by the door of the carriage.

Shiro was sure he was seeing double, for the other man next to Christopher shared the latters looks, Everything from the eyes to his high cheekbones in the exact place Christopher's were. His eyes were the same mesmerizing color of gold like Christopher's, yet his silvery-white hair was combed to his shoulders, giving a sort of rebellious look. He was dressed in a color scheme that the horseman had. He also wore a box coat, similar to Christopher's, stopped at his thighs with black shorts hidden by his open coat, his white thigh-high riding boots polished and unstained by mud. His dress shirt was the same as the other white-haired man's, but the cravat around his neck was black with a single golden button in the middle. On the top of his head was a cavalier hat, also black with a dark blue ribbon and a white feather.

The other man looked at Shiro, grinning wildly and waving at him excitedly.

"Nice to meet ya, Shiro-sama!" His voice was light and flighty, accented with a Wales accent, "I'll be your footman, Clayrence! Feel free to call me somethink' else, though! My twit of a brother here gave me my name and I would like somethink' cooler-oof!"

Clayrence held his stomach as he doubled over, Christopher glaring knowingly with his elbow held near him, from striking the smaller in the gut.

"Shiro-sama, please don't be afraid. I'll admit that my little brother here likes to scare people, he's as harmless as a grapefruit," Ignoring Clayrence's scowl, Christopher cleared his throat, "Please, follow him into the carriage. The weather is awfully terrible, isn't it?"

A rumble of lightening made Shiro agree, and with slightly tripping feet, he walked over and let out a yelp as he was lifted by Clayrence, the other male giving a wide smile.

"No need to 'be 'fraid, Shiro-chuubou," A little shocked by the slang, Shiro gave an odd look, which made Clayrence laugh, "Like I side, I'll be your footman for this trip, and I'd be the best footman you'll see in your damned life!" Nodding this affirmatively, he hefted the small high school student into the carriage, climbing in himself and calling, "We're all in, Chris! Lets get a move on!" At the sound of a snapping whip, the horses gave whinnies from outside out the carriage began moving.

Dazed, Shiro only manage to sit and blinked confusedly.

"Welcome, to the Velvet Room."

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And that is how Shiro met the Velvet Room Twins. If you know who is who, good for you~! Hope you guys like 'em!

Christopher and Clayrence belong to 'Live Today, Die Forever,' Which belongs to me.

Enjoy!