------ I have a phobia. I'm afraid of commitment. Of rejection. Of heartbreaks. Of the pain. I suffer from Philophobia... You could say that I'm afraid of love, whilst being jealous at the happy couples I pass when I walk down the street. I'm afraid of life and its tricks. I'm afraid of thought of being alone forever, afraid of falling in love with someone, and afraid of the consequences of romance and the risks of it. I'm a coward. I've fallen in love many times, been infatuated with so many people. The truth is, I haven't even gotten my first kiss yet, and I still have innocence inside me. I was rejected by my past obsessions. Who has been swept off my own feet by a man I had just met, two days ago during my walk to the hospital. ----- "I like you." My fourteenth object of admiration. A living human boy with long curly blonde hair and insanely alluring deep green eyes. For a moment, he hesitated. My heart thumped for a few beats before I was pushed to the lockers and was grinned at. I thought he was going to accept. But no. Youcould say that I was tossed into the trash. Why? Because his 'girlfriend' immediately ran over with her ridiculously high herls tapping on the floor loudly. She pushed me. And with the last shred of my dignity, I looked up to see those eyes looking straight at me. They weren't alluring and attractive anymore. Cold. Cold. That was what it was. It was cold, like the blizzard that wouldn't end in the winter. They walked away with the woman holding him in her arms, cooing at him with those silly words. I feel envious. ---- The fourteenth time I've been rejected was like a piercing blade to my heart. I sat on the bed and thought of my depressing life. Sure, I was a highschooler about to graduate in a few months but really? Being rejected like that continuosly. I've been rejected. Lightly. Roughly. Nonchalantly. This could count as a rough one. I crossed out the calander date and marked it as the fourteenth time I've been rejected. My, and who said thirteen was an unluck number? And it was decided then. I wouldn't fall in love anymore. I was pretty much a disgrace to society. World record holder for breakups. I was the exact opposite of a nymphette. --- Short chapter! Yes. This girl, Annalise suffers from philophobia, a phobia of being or falling in love. .-.
----- I passed through the streets, depressed and alone. I needed a job. Badly. "Oi! Cutie! Lookin' for a job?" The man pointed to a poster next to the doorway, smirking. It was asking for maids... I was a good cleaner... Cooker... And a person who could charm kids, no matter how creepy that sounded. I took the piece of paper and thanked the man before walking to the hospital. "Oi! Watch it!" Somebody brushed past my shoulder and I turned to glare at him. He stepped on my foot! "Hm? What, princess?" "Hnn." I ignored him and kept walking, but he gripped my shouler, causing me to stop. "You.... That ad..." "Yes?" "..." He let go before smirking at me, and he breathed in the fresh air, winking at me as well. "Make sure you wear your cutest clothing to the interview, princess." And now I know what this means. I'm crapped. ---
---- I plopped down on my seat before looking at my bag, checking my wallet for anymore money. It's official. I'm broke. My phone rang and I peered to look at the contents of my purse, frustrated when I couldn't find the mobile phone. The text read, "INTERVIEW TIME." ... When did I give that peddler my number?! ---- I'm about to die. I'm going to be a maid for this obnoxious and arrogant, egotistical douche! I stood next to a mirror, fixing myself up for the interview. A mini skirt slightly above the knee and a tanktop with a small blouse to cover it. Or whatever you call it. I didn't put on makeup for God sake and walked out the door, my heart thumping from the anxiety. ---- "Annalise, are you?" "Yea- yeah..." "What a horrible name." I glared at the man, and he only smirked, his shirt open, revealing his well built body. I ignored his "charm" and felt rage boil up inside me, like a million charmanders eating away at my body. "Well? Tell me your name then, mister wonderful!" "Kyo. That'd be Kyo-sama to you, princess." The way he said it. I huffed at him. Sure, he was rich and from Japan but really? Master? The rage ebbed away and I felt bitterness well up inside me, and my insides went numb. I turned to him, expressionless before letting out a frustrated sigh. "Yes, Kyo-sama." "Now, Anna, what's your hobbies...?" To be honest, I have none. "Reading. Writing. Drawing-" "You are such a bore! Musical interests?" "Classi-" "Shush! Instruments?" "Piano, harp, violin." He lit up at the mention of the harp and grinned at me, his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed. "Wonderful, Anna! You can play for me from now on. It's decided. You're hired." Awww! And my dreams of being a jobless hermit was about to come true! Bastard. ---- Kyo. .-. Has a wayyy darker personality.
---- The day began and I was given a french maid outfit, one that was constricting and showed a lot of chest. I began pacing around the room dusting furniture, before trying to reach up to dust the book cabinet. I wasn't high enough, and I was sure my skirt went up when I tried to pat the dust away. Kyo laughed behind my back before leaning against the shelf, smirking. I glared at him and before I knew it, a pair of hands settled onto my bottom and I shifted uncomfortably. What a damned pervert! I'll show him, I'll show him! "Get off of me!" His arm secured around my waist and he used his other arm to get the book easily. He shook the dust off before placing a kiss on my cheek, and to my dismay, a tint of pink found its way to my cheeks. "Ah, princess. How cute..." His lips were soft against my earlobe and I quietly moaned at the feeling of his warm breath making contact to my skin. "I have to work, get off of me..." "Ah ah ah... What do you call your master, maid?" I gave a sigh of annoyance and turned around, about to confront him. Wrong move. His arms were on either sides of me, preventing me from escaping. "Ah- Kyo-sama!" I shuddered and began to feel fear when he trailed kisses down from my cheek to my collarbone. I know this was harmless, but- "No... No... No!" The arms that were clutching my outfit's apron released the deathgrip on the fabric and pushed Kyoku away gently, and I hiccuped, afraid. The feeling overwhelmed me, dark thoughts clouded my mind and I began to cry, afraid if it actually happened. --- This girl. She wasn't like the others. She doesn't give in, instead she barks back and retreats. I like that... But the disobedience pissed me off. "Anna, meet me in my office tomorrow morning." Of course, she was a sleep-in maid. I'd teach her a lesson or two... --- Oh no... I angered him! I angered him! He deserved it, really, but my heart scrunched up as well as my nose and I buried my face in my hands, afraid and embarassed to look up at him. I took a peak and his hands were in his trouser pockets, his black hair ruffled and his onyx eyes peering at ms, diving into my soul. I shivered at the look and slid down on the floor, ignoring his posture. He was against the wall, slouched and his shit was undone. He was... Well, a sexy mess. "Y-y-yes... Master..." --- I looked at the room I was given and sunk into the soft matress, the fluffy pillows and blankets creating an illusion of me being in Cloud 9... So relaxing! The room was big as well, bigger than my apartment with a kitchen and a bathroom fit in. Although I didn't have those two additional rooms, this was way too good... "Is something wrong, Anne?" Kyoka slouched on the door frame, grinning at me as if he were looking at a child touching snow for the first tims. I huffed before blushing, forgetting to mention to him that I came from an extremely poor family. "Ah- Ah... No, Kyo-sama!" "Hn." He advanced towards me like a predator ready to eat a prey, and I scooted even further away from him, glancing down onto the marble flood. His arm snaked its way around my shoulders and I looked at him. He was staring at the wall, daydreaming. He was... Smiling. "Kyo-sama?" ---- Her smooth and creamy voice awoke me from my trance and I looked at her, her eyes big like the puppy eyes and her lips were forming a lopsided smile. "Ah-" The sudden expression on her face became fear and she gave a small shriek, hiding under the covers and hiccuping. "Anna- what in the world-" "I'm sorry... I think I'm afraid of you. Or this emotion I'm feeling..." ---- This feeling... Infatuation. I'm afraid of it! I don't want to feel it! Get it away! Kill it with fire! I sobbed and hugged my knees. What? A day with the perverted master who makes sexual advances and now I'm about to go head over heels in love with him? But... Even if I wanted to hate him, this thumping in my heart... He wasn't like the others... He wasn't a closet pervert or an otaku who collected perverted stuff such as naked barbie dolls, nor was he a fetishist who collected uniforms. He was... Kyoku... --- Update? .-.