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| His Highness' Personal Maid; Chou & Yasumi | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 6 2009, 09:29 PM (184 Views) | |
| usagi | May 6 2009, 09:29 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=450 background="http://i42.tinypic.com/14wb2h.jpg" style="border:3px solid #6ABBC3;"> <tr> <td> ooc notes; this is the story of Chou's life back in Hougeki, how she first met Yasumi, and the events that led up to her eventual breaking away.<br> <br><br> <br><br> <font color=28838C> Chou smiled brightly as she turned away from her open bedroom window, which overlooked the great courtyard of Hougeki Castle and, beyond that, the flourishing little town she hadn’t visited in a month. The breeze was crisp and cool as it entered her small room, rustling the thin, translucent curtains framing her white rimmed window. Taking in a long, satisfied breath, the newly appointed personal maid of His Highness turned on her heel and headed over to the mahogany dresser dressed with nothing but a single framed picture of herself, her mother, and her father. She was much younger in the picture, swinging happily in between her mother and father, all their hands connected in a way that showed just how close their little family had been. <br><br> She gave her morning respects to them like she did every morning, kissed the cool glass of the frame before setting it back down on the dresser and finally leaving her room for the regular duties of the day. As she made her way down the servants corridor a few of the other maids came out of their own rooms and joined her on her way out of the servants hall and into the large main room that opened up into the spectacular view of just how large the kingdom was. <br><br> Kyoko Takahashi, one of the more womanly beauties in their area of work, appeared beside her and grabbed onto her arm in a playful manner. Giving Chou one of her perfect white smiles, she chimed in their native Japanese tongue, “Lucky, lucky~,” and then went on to tell her how she had personally been chosen by the supervisor---who had been given distinct instructions from His Majesty himself---to be appointed to His Majesty’s personal maid. <br><br> “Is that so?” She couldn’t help but ask, feeling shocked but also a little envious of Takahashi. Secretly, she had been wishing that His Majesty would decide to place her in that position, since he seemed to enjoy her company. At the somewhat depressing news, she suddenly wished she had gone ahead yesterday and confronted him about the change, since she was well aware he felt as though he owed her a great deal due to his involvement in her family’s tragedy. <br><br> Takahashi must have sensed her mood because she suddenly gave her a sympathetic look and patted her affectionately on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, Chou. So far you’ve been lucky, though, right~?” <br><br> Everyone said as much. Here at the castle she was known as The Lucky Butterfly, since her name itself meant butterfly. Though, at the same time, everyone showed their sympathies toward her, constantly debating when the day would be that her luck would run out. Chou frowned as she stared after Takahashi as she bounded away with a youthful bounce. She wondered what they would all think if she told them she wanted her luck, as they called it, to come to an end. <br><br> She was unhappy for another reason. Not because she was afraid that His Highness would one day break his thirty day absence and suddenly show up in his own bed chamber, but rather because she was afraid that he wouldn’t. Letting out a soft sigh, Chou took a moment to take in a deep breath, hold her head high, and start down the corridor with a positive outlook. Despite the nasty rumors that had taken the Kingdom like the plague, she didn’t tremble in fear at the name of their Prince. Her mother had always taught her not to judge a book by its cover, and certainly not by the very bored, and very gossip hungry employees within the castle. She was almost certain that all the rumors going around were nothing but poppycock and more than anything she wanted to meet the famed Prince of Hougeki just to prove everyone wrong. <br><br> Truthfully, though, she would have to admit that her current opinion of him would not be considered favorable. Sometimes, she would become incredibly frustrated with the absent prince while other times she would try to hold some compassion and rationalize a reason why he would feel the need stay away from his private chambers. Try as she might, however, she could not, for the life of her, come up with a logical reason as to why the man would purposely hire himself a personal maid to take care of his private chambers when he had no plans of ever using those private chambers! <br><br> She stopped before the huge doors at the end of the hall, staring blindly at their intricate carvings while she slowly reached for the golden handles. It had become a ritual for her to stand outside the doors, holding the handle tight, and offering a silent prayer up to the Gods that today be the day she open the large oak wood doors to find His Highness inside. Her heart sped up in anticipation as she braced the handle and leaned her weight into the door, hearing it slowly creak open as she pushed. <br><br> The darkened interior of the room flickered to light as she hit the switch on the wall beside her, and disappointment once against settled deeply within her breast. She stood, staring, once again, at an impeccably clean, unquestionably unused, and depressingly empty chamber. <br><br> [align=right][ my font ][/align] </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| usagi | May 13 2009, 11:36 PM Post #2 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=450 background="http://i42.tinypic.com/14wb2h.jpg" style="border:3px solid #6ABBC3;"> <tr> <td> <font color=28838C> Days had eventually turned into weeks. As each day passed by, she started to notice that the slow hours gradually began to shorten and her anxiety, perhaps even hope, over seeing His Highness use his bedroom quarters slowly began to ebb away until it was so small and insignificant she’d almost forgotten about it ever existing at all. Her life began to feel calm once again, something she hadn’t felt after her mother’s death. Whenever she wasn’t working, she spent most of her time helping out the gardener; his old age making her feel both guilty and duty bound to lend a helping hand. He was also the nicest man she had ever met, aside from her father of course, and actually reminded her of the grandfather she’d never gotten to know. <br><br> Unfortunately, she seemed to give him more trouble than help. The gardener, of course, had a natural green thumb. It was absolutely amazing how well he could make things grow, as well as how beautiful and full. She, on the other hand, over time, was beginning to believe she was cursed with a black thumb. Anything she ever dared touch, or help, would end up shriveling days later. In the end, she had succumbed to merely spending the day to give him company, and wisely decided to keep her hands away from anything green. <br><br> At one point in time, she had tried to help with cooking. It so happened they were short staffed one particular day when one of the cooks had come down with a nasty flu virus, and Chou had immediately offered to be of service for them. It was the last day anyone ever let her into the kitchen again. The entire thing had been a complete fiasco, and had ended in her almost burning another cook, burning herself, and burning the roast so intensely that the entire staff went running out of the room when a huge, thick and billowy puff of gray smog covered the area for hours. <br><br> The manager of departments had blown his top, threatening to fire everyone on the stop. His Majesty, King Hougeki, had stepped in at the time, sent the kitchen party back in to do their job once the smoke had cleared, and then had clearly reprimanded her for her actions, given her a penalty, and warned her to never enter the kitchen again. <br><br> She’d never been so humiliated in her life. <br><br> The only other thing she seemed capable of doing, other than maintaining a room whose only maintenance was the dust collecting and suspicious spider webs from its unmistakable state of vacancy, was tending to livestock and other domesticated animals she happened to come upon from time to time in the stables or pastures. Of course, this was merely on a friendly level. She knew how to feed them a handful of hay, or sneak in a treat for a favorite horse, but she hardly knew anything about milking a cow or turning milk into cheese. <br><br> The calm that had befallen over her and her now routinely life locked away in the Kingdom of Hougeki, unbeknownst to her, was about to meet the rage of the storm. Today, after her normal duties, and after a great late afternoon walk with the gardener, she’d finally made her way out toward the stables where she was hoping to see a glance of her favorite white horse, share a very orange carrot with him, and then go back and tuck herself into her bed, and pick up a recent book she had borrowed from the very large and extensive library within the kingdom. <br><br> As she bumbled her way across the area and toward the stables, however, a very dark and foreboding shadow abruptly came over her, completely eclipsing the autumn light of the setting sun. The shrill scream of the terrible black beast as it reared up on its hind legs caused her heart to leap up her throat. She became completely useless when her legs gave out from under her, and she crumpled to the ground and terror struck her small form with one tremble after another. <br><br> In a lame attempt to protect herself, she crossed her arms protectively before her face and let out a strangled cry of fear. What followed her panic was the strange husky sound of a man’s voice, pleasantly soothing yet all the same…different. It sounded almost hoarse in nature, coming from the very depths of its being as it forced its way out into the stale evening air. <br><br> With her heart still pounding in her chest, she slowly lowered her arms and opened her eyes. The man before her was terrifying in appearance, despite his rather moderate stature. His hair was long, unkempt, could even be described as wild. It easily passed his shoulders, but appeared to be in knots at some places, while unmistakably chopped off in others. His bangs, much the same, were far too long for what was proper on a man, and covered a good half of his face. The rest of him was draped in black. Blacker than the black of night, so whole and consuming, she felt as though he were a black hole itself, sucking in the light around him. <br><br> Absently, she realized the soothing baritone murmur she was hearing was coming from his parted lips, and she watched in muted surprise as his large hand gently stroked the large black stallion he sat atop. <br><br> “I—I’m sorry,” she managed in a small voice, too taken aback by the image to offer anything else. <br><br> It was then that he lifted his head, and beneath that untidy mass of hair, she was greeted with two narrowed eyes the color of amber. Her own eyes snapped to his, wide and uncertain as she searched his expression for any hint of the compassion she had heard in his voice. Instead, what stared back at her was a reflection of nothing but freezing indifference. The void she could see reflecting back at her, dulled the normally brilliant golden color, making it ugly and intimidating. <br><br> No words left his mouth. The firm line of his lips was suddenly drawn tight, and he offered her none of the kindness she had just seen him giving his own horse only a moment ago. Instead, he merely maneuvered his horse around her, and disappeared into the stables. <br><br> She remained on the dirty ground, her legs sprawled out before her as she leaned back on one supporting arm, her other still clenching at her chest where her heart was only now beginning to slow down. Just… who was that man? Suddenly, inexplicitly, without any reason or means, she felt an overwhelming urge to have that question answered. <br><br> Stumbling to her feet, she turned and raced into the stable. But what waited her inside was so closely related to the greeting she was given every time she opened those large oak, gold painted, double doors to His Highness’ chamber. Empty. Always, always, always…empty. She couldn’t even see his footsteps in the dirt, trailing out to signal his departure. In fact, it was as though he had never been at all. <br><br> The only thing that gave her some hope was the horse neatly tucked away in his stall. The black stallion, his head poking out, and his dark black eyes staring at her in silent mockery. On the door of his stall a name bracket clearly read Amadeus. <br><br> [align=right][ my font ][/align] </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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