Rozen seems more... unique. Listen to the song by Miku Hatsune. You'll regret it if you don't. ---- The steps creaked as I stepped onto the porch, my hair tied in an innocent let low pigtail style, curled and black. I didn't bother applying makeup. 3 hours of making my hair not unruly was enough. I smoothed the french maid outfit and walked knocked on the door, straightening my back and breathing slowly from anxiety and fear. "Yes?" A butler greeted me, I assumed. He was holding a tray and a white cloth hung from his arm, his face pale and wrinkled, a clear sign of aging. His hair was a shocking white and his eyes were brown, staring at me in amustment I guess. "Oh! I'm so sorry for staring!" "It's fine, miss. Is there a valid reason for you to be here? Or is it a-" He glanced at my maid outfit and the flyer in between my shaking hands and smiled gently. I wasn't making much of a first impression I guess. "How old are you, miss?" "Six- six-t-teen..." "Name?" "Paige." "Address?" The words slipping out of my mouth came automatically, and I clamped my mouth shut when I realized what i had said. "I'm an orphan." ---- "Excuse me miss?" "I'm sorry. I'm ahh... Emancipated! Yes! Emancipated!" An alibi was spat in the butler's face and I immediately regretted it. But his expression wasn't stoic or unamused. He was smiling, actually, and he just laughed. "I see, Miss. Orphaned? I don't mean to pry, but at what age?" "Last May, sir." His expression became grim and he pursed his lips, nodding. "Ah, I see. I'm sorry. As for formalities, no thank you. William will suffice. Please do follow me." The door was opened fully and it revealed a bunch of victorian and expencive furniture. I felt myself straighten up even more from shock, both from the view and the sound of a bell chiming. "Ah. The young master wishes to see you, milady." I smiled softly at the butler before telling him to call me by my name, Paige. "Yes, Miss Paige." The butler just stood there, not moving, and I wondered about his health. What is a man like him doing here? Shouldn't he be retired? But before I could ponder, I bumped into someone. ---- Slender and thin fingers touched my chest and I looked down to see a black haired girl with a maid outfit. "Ah. Maid. Go fetch me some te-" The girl looked up and gasped before removing her body from mine, and I grunted silently from the loss of her delicate fingers touching my torso. "Ah- ah-" I myself looked shocked when I saw the girl. Her slim figure told me she was not one to mess with, or else she'll break down into tears. Her eyes were light green and it looked as if she was staring into my frozen heart. "Um- I'm sorry-" This should be fun. "Ah. You must be the newest servant. Come to my office and tell the butler to fetch me some tea." I left her, dazed and embarassed before she walked back down the stairs to tell William to get me some tea. Foolish girl. Did she not know she would not be a maid, but a toy? --- "William... The master wants to drink tea..." My eyelids were drooped and I felt sleepy, breathing in the air of this... gigantic room. It was cozy, unlike the feeling of my home where all you had to warm yourself up was a cup of warm water served from the tap. "Ah." William nodded before walking into what I presumed was the kitchen, and I took cautious steps back upstairs and into what was the office. "Hello, servant." The way he said it was very straightforward, and I gulped from the anxiety that kept attacking me from behind. "H-h-hello." "Name, maid?" "Paige..." "Age?" "16." The look on his face was surprise before it turned to solemness. "Minor, hm? That'd be no fun. No fun at all..." He drummed his fingers on the desk before turning to me completely, a smirk plastered on his face. His onyx eyes told me to sit, and I did as I was told shortly after I moved forward. "Servant, go clean up this room." Well this wasn't the answer I hoped to get. Of course, I didn't expect some sort of love confession either. That's the least I want and the least I'll get. I nodded and stood up, walking over to the shelf and spotted a duster. "Hm..." I grabbed it and ignored the feeling of suspiciousness in my mind and reached for the tallest rack, dusting it, not giving a damn if my skirt was lift up. I was pretty sure he'd be engrossed in his work, but I was wrong. Strong hands wrapped around me and I let out a small shriek before realizing who it was. "M-m-master?" "Yes, slave?" The term slave pissed me off but I remained calm. "You'll get used to it soon, slave." It was as if he read my mind. The arms that held me close were pressed even more against my abdomen and I let out another petite shriek, from the uncomfortable position I was in. I was practically the ham in between two pieces of bread. I flustered and tried to squirm out of his grasp but it was no use. He hissed in my ear before his grasp was a bit gentler. "There are rules, my dear, and number one is to never. Ever. Retort. From. My. Actions." I regret it, obviously, since he then grabbed my waist and pushes me against the shelf. A few books fell but he didn't care, and I took a good look at him. His hair was black like mine, except even darker. His eyes were narrowed and he advanced to steal my first kiss, but I couldn't move from both fear and the fact that he might molest me or something if I did. His lips were stuck onto mine and I cried out into his mouth before kicking at anything, although it wouldn't do any damage considering he's inbetween me. The only thing I broke was a vase that stood next to the shelf, but it didn't distract him. His lips were removed from mine, and I touched my lips and let out a small groan. ---- She tasted of cherry and chocolate inside her mouth, and a bit of vanilla swirling around her tounge. Of course, I tasted it. She kept thrashing, and hit a vase. I didn't retort, the fact that she'd be in debt to me was fabulous. I removed myself from her and stood straight, looking at her plastered against the wall, afraid as sheexposed her neck to me. I pecked it before sucking on it, to her dismay. Her reaction was amusing, though. She wasn't like the rest of the maids that came here to seduce me, which failed horribly. After a few minutes, my lips were removed from her delicate skin but I grunted from the loss of it. It felt so sweet, so warm. A hickey was there and I smirked, delighted. "Ah! How could you? I'm a maid! Not a prostitute!" I laughed before pointing to the broken vase, purring at her before bending down to her level. "You're working for me. Only poor people work for me. Slave, you broke my vase that costed over a million dollars. I'm betting my entire fortune that you're living in a run down shabby little place, so pay with your body if you can't pay with money." The fear in her eyes made me laugh even more, and I stole yet another kiss from her, enjoying the taste of sweets from her lips. ---- That bastard! He walked out of the room and I continued cleaning, sobbing while I was at it. I looked around before finding a... thong... in his... cabinet... GOD NO! NOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!!! I threw it out of the window, afraid, and slumped down on the armchair. I bet it was from a one night stand... The thought of it made me cringe. ---- Tada.
I apologize if this is scares you. The storyline is somewhat dark and Paige doesn't exactly love him at the start. There's a twist though. This stupid and notorious master's name is... Noah. >.> He falls in love with her day after day and in the end he gets so attached he kills himself. (Nahhhh.) ---- "Master Noah. Do not be so hard on Paige. She's a delicate young woman trying to grow. If you keep on scaring her she may as well suffer from erotophobia later in the years." William's stoic expression only made me laugh. "My dear William, if you wish for it then so it shall be." I admit, I was pretty hard on her, although her scent and body made it tempting. ---- "Grrr.. idiot! Bastard! Jackass!" I cursed vulgarities and spat at the wall before storming out of the room. If I hadn't broken that vase I wouldn't've been stuck in this hell-hole! "Paige?" The master leaned against the doorway, his arrogant smirk making me detest him even more. "Tch." "Tsk tsk. That's no way to treat your master." The hint of mirth in the tone he used made me shudder, and I ignored him and walked out of the door. William was down on the lobby, making tea. I walked down quickly, stopping to greet him. "William..." "Miss Paige. The young master is a lonely man. Give him time to adapt to you... And... Er... Learn his manners." I sipped the tea in a quiet manner before raising my eyebrow questioningly. "Thanks to him my first kiss was stolen and I have a damn bruise on my neck the size of Texas." I groaned when I remembered it. It was unforgivable! Sexual harassment! I grunted when I touched it, thankful that the collar of the outfit hid the hickey. "Hm? I'll have to speak to him about that. You may quit your job if you like anyways, Paige." "I can't. The damned man told me I broke the vase worth a million dollars and that if I couldn't pay with cash, I'll pay him with something else." Yeah. Namely my body. "I see. Work extra hard then, Paige." The old man thought the damned jackass was making me do double the work! As if! But... Yes... Good idea. ---- I sat in my chair and huffed, annoyed that I had to do so much paperwork. I snapped my fingers when I realized I could get Paige to fill out all the paperwork! "PAIGE! GET YOUR PERKY ASS BACK IN THIS ROOM THIS INSTANCE." Paige hurried up, her facial expression worn out and tired. I sighed, running a hand through my hair before letting her sit down. "No more of that tom foolery, boss." I grinned cheekily before handing her a cup of lemonade and a can of biscuits. "I needed to see... If you were suitable for the jobs. My previous servents have never been able to resist my charm. You? You're interesting, Paige." She lit up at the mention of others. "There are three other maids. All of whom are older than you, with the exception of our second newest staff, Caramel." She groaned before plopping back in her seat, nibbling on the biscuit which I thought was quite cute. "Tell me about yourself, Paige." ---- All doubts I had about this man was erased and I sat comfortably in the chair. "Hm?" "Your life." "I quit school when I was fifteen... My mom said I was a prodigy at education and that I didn't need to keep going if I didn't want to." I thought bragging would bring him down, even if only a bit. "Ah! Then do the paperwork for me, slave." "Don't call me that, douche." I retorted and felt myself being pressed against his body, and I flushed from the contact. "Fine, servant. Now go do my work before I lock you up." Bastard. ---- See? Not that cruel.
I'M SORRY. THIS WILL BE ON A SHORT FOUR HOUR HOLD AND FAILURE AT LOVE IS ON HIATUS. I WILL BE UPDATING CUPID'S ARROW SHORLTY. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.