Mei was not a happy camper, in fact she was not really a camper at all. A taxi had just driven off leaving her stranded outside an intimidating looking, castle of a house. Beyond the tall looming fence Mei knew there was a perpetual thunderstorm all around the property, and she swore she could hear the strangled scream of a prisoner being tortured to death. This whole arrangement that she was walking into was clearly a trap, and she was sure the minute she stepped through those dark gates she would be one of the lost prisoners forever doomed to be tormented by the man, Hibari Kyouya himself.
As the faraway, slightly dazed looked cleared from Mei's eyes it was quite apparent that the 'Intimidating looking castle' was really just a traditional Japanese house, a little bit large, but certainly not a giant castle. The 'looming fence' was actually a very adequate sized fence, in the same design and size as every other house on the same street, and the clear sky, painted with the sunset, that Mei was standing under still stretched to cover the Hibari estate and well beyond that. 'Screaming prisoners' were, of course, nothing short of nonsense, even if it was true -the sounds of the traffic and general everyday life would have covered up any potential screams. That little fact wasn't exactly comforting to the wispy eighteen year old, but it was true nonetheless.
The small girl struggled to pull her two, brightly coloured suitcases across the sidewalk to where the white gate was shut and locked, even though all the other gates on the street were wide open. Her bags were not particularly big, she was told to bring as little as possible, but she had still crammed every piece of sentimental rubbish that she could not live without into those bags, thus making her suitcases quite heavy. And yes, the special plushie that she had kept for nearly ten years was safely tucked away in her lime green suitcase, not the orange one. After all, one could always buy new clothes, socks were also important, but no one really forms attachments to socks, hence only about half of her socks were chosen to embark on this adventure with her.
Reaching the gate the bags were set down with a sigh, and Mei raked her small hand through her light auburn locks, tugging at the knots that had accumulated over the trip to reach Hibari Kyouya's front door. A pair of eyes that couldn't decide whether to be green or gray looked around for a doorbell of some kind, hoping that even a man with a reputation such as himself would not think it beneath him to have a doorbell. Or seeing as it should be on the gate, a gate-bell?
Beneath a bunch of rather pretty ivy sat the doorbell, or gate-bell as it shall now be called. It was very well hidden, and it had taken Mei a good five minutes of rooting about in the general area to find the gate-bell.
However now that the illusive gate-bell had been found the half Japanese girl was faced with a dilemma, ring the doorbell and face this 'Hibari Kyouya' or turn around and run as fast as she could. While that latter seemed much more appealing, it would defeat the whole purpose of coming to Namimori to 'The Demon of Namimori's' house. So stealing her nerves Mei lifted a finger, held her breath and pressed the little button. Nothing happened, no sound, nothing.
She decided to wait for at least ten seconds before trying the doorbell again, Mei counted to five before her finger found the button again, pushing it down a little harder than last time, and two times in a row.
This abuse of the gate-bell's button continued in a similar fashion, to what felt like years for the poor nerve wracked girl, but was, in actuality no more then three minutes before the intercom sprang to life, but no sound came out.
After waiting a couple of seconds Mei decided to speak first.
"Ano, Hibari Kyouya-san?" It seemed like a safe guess, seeing as he lived alone.
"What business do you have here?" A low, crackly voice sounded over the intercom after a good few seconds worth of silence.
"W-well," Mei wasn't sure exactly what to say next, so she just said exactly what she was thinking. "I'm Aizawa Mei, and I think I'm your wife."
AN: Um well that was the first installment of my story/drabble thingy, I hope guys like it ^.^ Any questions you have, please ask me. Criticism I am more than open to, and if you find any of the characters OOC PLEASE, PLEASE tell me, I've never really written anything for KHR before so I might need a little bit of help. And if, at any point you think Mei is getting Mary-Sueish please tell me!
Oh, just to make one thing clear, just in case this turns out to be a source of some confusion, the next installment of these chapters may not pick up exactly where the chapter left off, if that makes sense.
I was just trying out the idea of writing a story, I'm not really too sure if I'll continue or not, but if people like it I shall write more!~
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