Ciaossu~ This is my first time writing a KHR fanfic! Well, my second time…but my first fanfic was…a failure…=_= so it doesn't count! Eh…R&R and tell me if there are any Mary Sues or…wrong info etc!!!!! flames are welcome too (especially dying will flames!!! Hahaha…that was lame….xD)

::Warning::

*My OC is a mary sue

*The events that happen are extremely cliche-y and don't make sense

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here, other than Anthea!

-Italy

"VOOOOIIIIII! Talk, woman! How did you get in here?"

The razor-sharp, glinting sword pressed itself against my throat, as if it is going to take my life any second. That is probably going to happen soon, though.

I stared in horror at the five leather-clad men…am I really going to die here? By the hands of those scary looking strangers? Did she really want me to die, sending me here? I don't want to die yet! Then again, how a 14 year old girl like me happened to be wandering around-alone-in the Varia's Headquarters (Which I only found out later)? That will take a few hours to explain….

-On the streets of Italy

"Please, don't die…" The thirteen year old pleaded, kneeling at the side of an extremely old wooden bed. Lying on the bed was a woman who looked as old, if not older, as the bed itself. From the lone candlestick, everything in the shabby little cottage seemed to be cast with a sickly yellow shade, including the inhabitants. Then again, the woman would have looked the same even with the best electric lights on earth surrounding her.

"For heaven's sake, stop your pathetic whining, girl!" The old lady glared at the younger girl by her, though her eyes were not mad but filled with tireness. "Death is inevitable."

"But…where would I go when you are gone?!" The girl cried, grasping the old woman's hand tightly, as though that will prevent her from slipping to the land of the dead.

"Who ever said that you will be going back to the streets…let go of my hand before you wring it off!" the woman snapped, and the girl reluctantly released her hand. The lady paused a moment to gasp for breath, then continued. "You poor, ugly thing…even though you are pretty much useless and are a great waste of space, I have found a place for you to stay. Do you know that house on the hillside?"

"You mean…the white cottage?" The girl asked.

"No, the mansion!" The old lady sighed in annoyance. "Go get that…letter over on the…table…" Without wasting a second, the girl grabbed the envelope lying on the only table in the whole room. She tried to open it, but the woman stopped her.

"Don't open it yet, stupid duck!" she coughed, spraying spittle all over the girl. "Go to the mansion…you shall have a job there, as a…maid…You will work for the people there, and in return they'll give you money, food and a room. When you go there, give that letter to my son. He'll let you stay once you read it! Understand?"

"But I…" the girl tried to ask, but stopped from the piercing glare she was given. "I understand."

"Good, now let me die in peace!" Finishing that sentence, the woman closed her eyes.

She seemed to be recalling some events in her life, for her lips drew upwards into a smile. After a few minutes, her breathing got slower and slower, until it finally ceased and the girl knew that her mistress had passed on to the next life. A couple of tears slid down her cheek and she wiped them away; even if her mistress was sharp tongued and quick to slap her, she has lived with her for as long as she can remember. But now Mistress was gone, and she is to go to the mansion…and to get a job there. It seemed that Mistress had already made plans about what to do with her when she is dead…but Mistress had forgotten to tell her one thing: who is Mistress' son?

"Here…here I go…" the girl stood in front of the elegant house, studying the name plate by the door. It took her five minutes before she made out what was written on it. "Vah…Vary…Varia…what a nice name, it sounds so elegant! Maybe a rich lady lives here…or maybe a noble family! One who fancies the Victorian Era?" Filled with confidence and sure that the people who inhabited this house was a noble family obsessed with the Victorian Era, she picked up her tiny suitcase and opened the front door gently. A hallway was revealed, dimly lit, with luxurious carpeting and a high ceiling. So…elegant…!

"This house is so beautiful," the girl sighed, looking at all the exquisite decorations. It seemed that there was a pattern repeated often in this house, a symbol of two crossed guns and a bullet in the middle, plus fancy designs surrounding it. Perhaps it is the family sign? On the end of the hallway was a door, slightly opened. Peering inside, she saw about five or six leather clad people, their backs facing her. She had thought that the owner of this house would be dressed smartly in an expensive tuxedo or maybe fancy silk gowns, but leather-clad…so the people are more modern in dressing styles? She did not go in, but continued to study the people…

-Inside the room

"Boss, that woman outside has been staring at us for a long time, should we…?"

"Did you let it in, idiot Prince?"

"It's got to be the long hair…ushishishi…"

"I really want to collect an entrance fee!"

"I have no interest in women…"

"Annoying, I have enough of it!"

-Back to my P.O.V

"Should I go in?" I mused under my breath. Should I just barge in, or perhaps with a polite knock?

BAM! The door suddenly opened, and I was slammed into the wall. Even with the soft wallpaper, the impact hurts…a lot…

"Ouch…!" I gasped, rubbing the back of my head. Will I go wrong in the head from that impact? I hope not…! While trying to get up, a cold thing pressed itself against my throat. It took me a few seconds to notice that it was a sword, and that the looks on the people were not very…friendly.

"VOOOOIIII! Talk, woman! How did you get in here?" The man holding the sword roared at me. My, such pretty long, silver hair! Wait! *smacks self* what am I thinking? He might kill me any minute!

"Aiyaya…this girl has such an unfitting face! If only she was a boy…" Another man said, one with his pinkies upright.

'Idiot Prince! You let this woman in, right?" My assaulter, the long hair, yelled at someone.

"Of course not," A blond boy who looks younger than the others and is wearing a crystal tiara remarked, "Long haired let her in yourself!"

"Why me?" Long haired asked.

"Because I'm a prince!" The boy laughed a quite weird laugh. Strange…and I thought that my laugh was weird!

"Bastard, don't waste your weird logic on me!"

"Ushishishi…prince, prince!"

"You're so noisy!" When Long Haired finished, the two got into a fight…Looking at them fight, I stood up slowly, relieved that I won't get chopped up…yet. Now, I inspect the people in front of me…

One held an umbrella, and did not talk at all

One who kept poking me, sighing that I have such good skin.

One baby who had his face covered and has a frog on his head, who kept telling me to pay an entrance fee

One sword waving long haired guy

One tiara-wearing guy who called himself a prince and seems like the youngest next to the baby

What sort of house is this…so scary! I guess I should escape when I still have time! I started inching away towards the door...

BOOM! Suddenly, a large hole was blasted from the wall, and a man stepped out. Everything ceased, and all eyes turned to the newly arrived man, including my own.

"B…Boss!" Long Haired and Tiara Head yelped at the same time, as though this man was a teacher and they were two youngsters stepping out of line.

"…TRASH!" The man roared, then swiftly grabbed them by the hair and slammed their heads into the wall. Scary….That looked even scarier than being threatened by the Long Hair earlier!

"Who is this?" the man, Boss, asked coldly, turning his even colder glare to me. My knees almost trembled, but surprisingly, I did not feel scared. Something about his glare reminded my of the glares Mistress used to send me…perhaps I am just used to being abused badly? Laughs on the inside. Wait…no time for laughing! What if he slams me to the wall too? That'd be bad…really bad!

"We don't know, I think she ran in…" the umbrella holding man shrugged, and held up his umbrella. "Should I…?" Should you what…poke me with your umbrella? *laughs* Nooo no time for laughing!

"Wait…someone told me to come here…!" I said in a hurry.

"Who dare tell you to find the Varia? Talk! Is it the Ninth…?" Long Haired yelled, already recovered from the crash as though it was no big deal. I have a feeling that he never talks properly like a regular person…then again, who in this house seems normal?! The man, Boss, glared daggers at him and slammed him against the wall again. Ouch…So I have to introduce myself. Why didn't I think about that before? Oh wait, because someone was pointing their sword at me!

"My name is Andrea, and I am an orphan…I think…anyways I lived on the streets...at least that's what they told me...until I was taken in by a kind lady whom I called 'Mistress' and so I don't know her real name. She died yesterday, and before she died, she told me to come here and get a job. She said to find her son and give him this letter, and I'll get to stay," I recited, pulling out the envelope.

Long Hair, recovered again, reached for it, only to be knocked against the wall yet again. Scary Man snatched the envelope and ripped it open carelessly. So everything has to go pass Scary Man first… Scary Man's eyes scanned through the letter fast, growing slightly wider as he read it. Then, he sighed as though annoyed, and suddenly the letter burst into flames; flames that appeared from Scary Man's hands! No…no way…flames? B…but…the only ones who has flames…Mistress said that only a few chosen people can call up flames called dying will flames…and they are all part of the mafia! WHAT?! I'll be working for the…mafia? AAAAAAH! NO!!!!! While I was screaming to myself in my head, Scary Man studied me with scorn. Finally, he opened his mouth.

"Trash." He said simply, and then glared at the men one by one…then at me. Is it just me, but did he actually seem to…not glare as much when he glared at me? "You. You get to stay."

"B…Boss?" Umbrella Man said in disbelief, staring at me, then at Scary Man, then back again.

"TRASH!" Scary Man suddenly barked at Long Hair, who seemed to recover and is now smoothing out his hair, "Take her to the empty room. She is your responsibility now. No one hurts her, UNDERSTAND? For now." With that, he walked away. It seems that he is able to walk with force yet be graceful at the same time. How on earth does he do that? The hallway was silent for a few seconds, until the boy giggled.

"Ushishishi…A new toy for the Prince!" he laughed. I gulped a little. Me…toy…? NO! NOT IN A MILLION YEARS!

"Now, now, we don't want to scare the girl do we, Bel?" the green-haired man said, smiling. I have no idea how he looked like, for he wore a pair of dark sunglasses. Not that I want to see how he really looks like! "Now, what is your name? You certainly have a name, do you?"

"Uh…" I muttered, not sure what to say. Hey, I just faced a life-or-death experience…twice in a row!

"Ushishishi…you don't look like a girl," the boy declared, laughing. Now, that was insulting!

'I am a girl," I snapped. Why is it that people always think I am a guy? Sure, so perhaps I always hide my hair in a hat, and that my hard, narrow face will suit a guy much better, plus I am unnaturally high, but can't anyone see my figure? It's not my fault that I have nothing other than old torn jeans and a baggy sweatshirt to wear…but can't they at least be a little more observing?

"She's a he, she's a he." The boy chanted, "Your name…is…Jack! Ushishishi…Jack, Jack…"

"I am not a boy and my name is not Jack!" I told him. "I am Anthea…and I am as much girl as Umbrella Man is a guy! I would have said as much as you are a guy, but I think you are more of a homo who never got his growth spurt than a guy!"

"Ooh…sharp tongued girl…" Mr. Green Haired chuckled, "I am Lussuria, the voluntary mama of this Family! Nice-to-meet-you~" I…did not need to know that…but for some reason, he really does have that 'mommy-like' feeling to him…gah…

"…" Umbrella man glared at me, and then stormed away.

"Why on earth is he like that, I never did anything to him." I asked Mr. Greem…I mean, Lussuria.

"That's Levi. Don't worry, he is always like that! Whenever Boss gives special attention to someone else, he gets jealous!" Lussuria said soothingly, and nodded towards Long Hair. "Like Squalo, he is always envious of Squalo."

"I am Mammon," the hooded baby announced, and held out a check. "This is the entrance fee plus the fee for answers." My, my…such a money-obsessed baby! Who taught such baby to be so money-greedy? Is he even a normal baby? Or is he…one of those 'special' babies Mistress told me about? What were they called again…?

"And…the never-gotten-a-growth-spurt-tiara-wearing-homo is…?" I asked mama/Lussuria.

"Ushishishi," the boy said, not at all annoyed at the insult. With little joy, I discovered that I was well higher than him. Is that a good thing…or a bad thing? "I am the prince, Belphegor! And you are my servant, Andy!" If I wasn't surrounded by Long Hair/Squalo, I would have smashed 'the Prince' into the wall like Scary man just did.

"It's Anthea," I told him between gritted teeth, "A-N-T-H-E-A…Anthea! At least that's how I think you spell it…"

"Andy, Andy, Andy~" Belphegor sang. I was about to slam him, but Squalo did it before I could.

"You're annoying!" He shouted at Belphegor, and glared at me. I guess I sort of deserved it, because if I wasn't there he won't have been smashed against the wall for four times in a row. "Woman!"

"Yes…?" I asked cautiously. At least he didn't call me 'boy' or 'man' or 'guy'…! "If you don't mind, Mr. Squalo, I do have a name. It's Anthea."

"Anthea," Squalo said in distaste, and turned, waving his sword at me. "VOOII! Hurry up, woman! I don't have all day!"

"Ok, ok…" I said, resisting the urge to stand up straight and yell 'yes sir'. I picked up the pathetically light suitcase of mine, and ran after him up the large staircase. It seems that everything in this house is large…large hallways, large doorways, large stairs, large rooms…completely suitable for a tall person! At least here I don't feel abnormally tall…compared to Scary Man, Lussuria, Squalo and Levi, I actually am quite short! Squalo moved in a fast-paced walk, and I had to be sure not to let my eyes wander, or I'll be lost in such a large mansion. It was weird, though, for I don't see anyone else.

"Mr. Squalo…can I ask you something?" I asked.

"VOI! Cut it out with the 'Mr.', it makes me feel old," Squalo grunted, and motioned for me to continue.

"Are there anyone else in this house? I mean, other than you, Mammon, Lussuria, Levi, Belphegor and Sc…your Boss?"

"…no…" Squalo said plainly, and then looked at me weirdly. "What were you going to call Boss?"

"Um…eh…I was going to call him…well…" I said sheepishly, not wanting to show him my stupidity, "I was going to call him Scary Man because I don't know his name yet…"

"Scary Man?" Squalo said in disbelief, and I could tell that he was trying hard not to laugh. Such a loyal subordinate. "I guess you can say that he's scary…Boss' name is Xanxus, by the way, but just call him Boss."

"Me…Squalo, I have another question…does Xanxus, Boss, have the dying will flame?"

"It's called the Flames of Rage…but it is also a type of dying will flame."

"Then…um…um…"

"VOI! Spit it out!"

"Are you guys Mafioso?"

A pause in the walk. Squalo turned around slowly, as though suspecting me of something. I think he is, too, suspecting me of something that is.

"What did that 'Mistress' of yours say about us?" he asked. Oh jolly, so he was actually conscious when I said it.

"She said to find her son and give him the letter…that's all," I told him, but I could tell that he didn't quite belief me. Then he shrugged, and carried on walking.

"Voi…of course we are Mafioso! We are…Varia!" He said with enthusiasm.

"Varia…I thought that…Varia is a last name…". So…I wasn't going to be working for a rich, noble family but a nest of Mafioso? GAH! Mistress, what did you do to me?

"You really are stupid," Squalo said, and pushed open a door. This part of the mansion was more brightly lit than some others, and there were no dust or spider webs like some parts of the building. Squalo walked much lighter now and spoke in a hushed voice, as though afraid to make much noise. Am I to be living in a haunted part? "Go in."

I walked in obediently, and turned on the lights. There was actually electricity…! It was a simple but large room, with a large white closet, a good-sized bed, a desk with a lamp on it…there was even a large window with floor-length crimson curtains! The only thing missing was a bathroom.

"Hey Squ…" I started to say, but Squalo clasped a hand over my mouth. Eew…his sword-free hand is covered in a glove, and the taste of freshly oiled leather is NOT good!

"Talk quietly!" he hissed, and then removed his hand.

"Why, are there ghosts here?" I whispered. No, don't be ghosts! I hate ghosts! They scare the living shit out of me!

"Voi, you are so stupid," Squalo sighed. I wonder how he can actually say 'voi' in such a hushed voice…"There are no such things as ghosts! But the room next to yours is Xanxus' room…I don't want him to blast me to pieces!" Gulp…Scary Man lives next to me? Help!

"B…but…why do I have to stay in this room then?" I whispered.

"How should I know, woman?" Squalo said, annoyed, "Because it's the only empty room?"

"Squalo…where do the other people live?"

"You are annoying…!"

"Ok, ok…but…where is the bathroom…?"

"Ugh…" Squalo muttered, "There are only three bathrooms and only two of them has showers…and so don't you dare take hour long baths! It is by the staircase."

"So…so far?" I gasped, momentarily forgetting to stay quiet, and then lowered my voice. "But…how about the other one?"

"It is down the hallway but that is Boss' private one. You are not to enter it for personal uses." Squalo warned, and then left. "Dinner is at seven. You will be expected to change into another set of clothes."

-In my new room

Now that I have my new, way larger room, I emptied out my suitcase. There was only one set of clothes in it, plus a pair of pajamas, a comb, a towel and a toothbrush. Joy. And I am to be expected to change to my other set of clothes just for dinner! I wonder what Mafioso eats…human meat? Laughs on the inside. That…is pretty unlikely though. I flopped on to the bed, and it did not creak under my weight. It was surprisingly soft and warm, unlike the straw-filled mattress before. It felt…so soft and comfortable…almost like marshmallows! If I slept on clouds, maybe it'll feel this way? I feel…so…sleepy…now…..

"Wake," a voice said, and I opened my eyes a little. Mistress…? But no, I remembered that I was now a new member of the Varia, or as their maid, rather. Then…who was it?

For a drafty moment I thought that it sounded a bit like..Squalo or Xanxus. Not Mammon, he's a baby. Not Levi, I hadn't heard him speak before. Definitly not Lussuria or Belphegor. But that idea soon burst, for neither of them would say 'wake' so gently. They'd probably stab me or blast me awake. I reached blindly for my watch, and noticed, with horror, that it was almost seven. God…almost seven…? If I am late for dinner then Squalo will maul me! Or worse, Xanxus will smash me against the wall! Gah! I don't know which is worse!

Grabbing my spare set of clothes, I pulled them on quickly. It was my nicer set of outfits: jeans with less holes and a white button-up shirt. Gah…I was planning to wear it after a few days so that it'll stay in a nice condition…! Because of fear what that Lussuria might say or do when he saw the tear in my shirt, I wore the shirt over the black t-shirt I was wearing under my sweatshirt. Because I don't have another pair of shoes, I think it is pretty reasonable for me to wear my original, beat-up pair of sandals. Slipping them on, I tiptoed out the door incase Mr. Boss was still somewhere near, then ran down the hallway and down the staircase...then found myself lost because I had forgot to ask Squalo where the dining room is. Ok, so I'll just turn right…because right is always 'right', right? Gah that was…so very lame… Turning right, then left, then right, I ran into yet another dead end.

"Gah…I'll be the next one Boss slams to the wall if I carry on like this…" I muttered, dashing out of that hallway and entering another. Why on earth is this place like a maze?

A looming shadow suddenly blocked the light, and I froze. I have a…bad feeling about this…

"…trash…" No prizes for guessing who it is! Yup, blocking the hallway, standing in front of me was Xanxus in person.

"Mr. Xan…Boss!" I exclaimed, remembering what Squalo had told me at last moment. "Sorry! I…got lost…" I tensed, preparing to brace myself if he is going to suddenly smash me against the wall.

"…" for a short period of time, nothing happened other than me staring at the lush carpet and Mr. Boss glaring at me. Finally, he spoke. "Didn't Shark show you around?" By 'shark' I suppose he meant Squalo…

"I forgot to ask him," I told him. Should I add something like 'my humble apologies, sir' or 'please forgive me'? Let's see his reaction first…unless it's to slam me…

"…"

"…?"

"…trash…" With that, Xanxus walked away, leaving me with relief. Even though he left me quite jumpy, at least I wasn't forced through a wall.

"So…back to finding the dining room," I sighed quietly to myself, musing which way to turn.

"Hurry up." Just as I was going to decide to turn left, Xanxus' cold voice stopped me in my tracks again. He had paused at the end of the corridor, and didn't even bother to face me this time. Wait…he means for me to follow him? I should follow him…if I don't, I'll be smashed! And so I followed him reluctantly. I had always been tall even when compared to guys, but now I feel like a midget compared to my new boss. Even worse, he was walking in an extremely fast paced walk, so fast that I had to walk fast as well and not in the leisurely pace I prefer.

-In the Dining Room

It seemed that the dining room was every bit as elegant as the hallways: a crystal candelabra hung from the extremely high ceiling and in the center of the room was a long rectangular table. There were seven places set up; three on each side and one at the front of the table, which I suppose is where Boss sits. On the left side of the table sat Levi, Mammon and Lussuria, while on the right side sat Squalo, Belphegor, and an empty place where I'm supposed to sit. When I walked in, everyone stood up...wow…so polite? But then I remembered that Mr. Boss was in front of me, and that bubble quickly burst.

No one spoke a word as we made our places, then when Xanxus sat, finally everyone sat down again and started eating. I stared at the unbelievably clean plate and sparkling silverware, wondering who prepared this meal. Did I make it while sleeping? Naw, that…is very unlikely. Squalo? The Prince? Umbrella Man? The most reasonable choice is Lussuria, I think, for there was a frilly pink apron hanging behind him.

For that reason, I had to stifle a laugh while picturing him in my head. Nobody talked at all, and the room was filled with sounds of scraping, chewing and gulping, until suddenly Xanxus stood up and glared at everyone. Now what…? Is he going to…make a toast to me? Yeah right…um…slam everyone into the wall? I hope not… Instead, he pushed his chair out and walked away, hands in his pockets. After the door slammed behind him, it was as though it had broken an icy barrier. I stared again, as everyone started talking all at once, and Lussuria scooped some food into my plate.

"The Prince wants more milk!"

"VOI! Don't talk with your mouth full!"

"Levi, you still owes me money…"

"…"

"Anthea darling, why aren't you eating? You don't need to be on a diet…!:

"…" Now, why am I saying the same things as Umbrella Man? I stared dumbly at the food that piled up on my plate. Obviously, whoever cooked this meal did not have the proper training of cooking: half-burnt meat, soggy, over cooked vegetables, partly raw fish…how am I to eat this….this thing? No, I am not picky at all; but I cannot stand watching people eat such food! "I am…not hungry…" Instantly, the topic of their talks turned to me.

"VOI! You have to eat!" what do me not eating have to do with you?!

"You are wasting food; pay me the fee of the food!"…not in a million years!

"…" good old Levi, staying quiet and…glaring at me…

"Ushishishi…if you don't eat, you won't be tall like me!" I am already taller than you…!!

"You don't like the food I cook? I feel so depressed!"...yup, he cooked the food…

"I just don't want to eat today…" I sighed, and twirled the liquid in my glass, taking a sniff. …Wine…don't they know that underage kids can't drink wine? Oh well, I've always wanted to try some…! I raised the glass and tried to take a sip, but my glass was snatched away by Lussuria.

"Now, now, little kids are not supposed to be drinking alcoholics!" He scolded pleasantly, passing me a glass of milk instead, like the one Belphegor was drinking. I wonder how old that guy is; still slurping milk like an eight year old!

"I don't drink milk," I told him, and took a glass of water instead. "Well I can, but then I'll be in the bathroom for three hours…"

"Voi, you better not drink any then!" Squalo remarked, looking a little green, not that I blame him. I am allergic to a lot of foods, and when I eat them, I'd either stay in the bathroom for hours or swell like a pumpkin.

"You won't get tall like the prince, then," Belphegor giggled, chewing with his mouth wide open. If he really is a prince, why can't he eat like one???!

"I am already taller than you, princess," I snorted, painfully putting one piece of meat into my mouth and chewing it. It was quite sad, actually. It tasted like some high class meat, but was prepared in this pathetic condition.

"No, no, the Prince is taller!" Belphegor argued, shaking his head, "Girl is only 160cm! The Prince is 170cm!" At least he did not call me 'Andy', 'Jack' or 'Boy'…

"For your information, the last time I measured myself I was 174cm tall," I told him, forcefully stuffing another slice of meat down. No way was I going to touch the other food, what if I get food poisoning?-shock-

"Now that I think about it, you are much taller than Bel," Mammon commented, and then resumed doing what seemed like pulling the gemstone decorations off the silverwares then stuffing it into his pocket. Weird kid...I wonder who taught him to be so money obsessed! Probably 'Belle'…he seems to be the most suspicious!

"VOI! Look at that, a woman being taller than you," Squalo laughed. It seems that he was the only one who did not eat all his food…perhaps he still has his taste buds compared to the others?

"But she is an old lady," 'Belle' protested, "The Prince is only fifteen!"

"I am only thirteen," I replied. Really, I am only thirteen! I don't remember when I was born, but Mistress told me I turned thirteen this year on October 11th. "I recently turned thirteen…"

"You can't be that young while being that tall," Mammon snorted, "Especially when you are a girl…"

"What does me being a girl while being tall wrong?" I asked hotly. Insults that I cannot ever let go are insults directly aimed at my height. I glared at the four of them, since Levi had slipped away while the rest of us were arguing.

"Nothing, Boss!" Belphegor yelped, and then looked confused. "Why did the prince just call you boss? You are no boss!" I feel worn out suddenly. Perhaps it is because I did not sleep nor eat for the whole yesterday?

"I'm full," I said, breaking the awkward silence again, and shuffled out the door.

"Hey woman, tomorrow you'll wake up early and make breakfast, understand?" Squalo called, and I nodded, even though I knew he cannot see me now.

"And remember to come to my room first! I have prepared some lovely dresses for cute little girls like you!" Lussuria called. Fat chance…! The room was quiet again, and I knew that they were listening for me to get away. Pattering away, I flattened myself against the wall.

"…such a scary glare…" Lussuria…that is so insulting…

"…worth how much…sell to slave market…" Sell me to the slave market? You frikkin baby!

"…VOI!" it seems that Squalo can make 'voi' into anything…

"Ushishishi…" seems that Prince can make 'shishishi' into anything as well…

BOOM! A sudden crash sent me crashing to the ground.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch…" Rubbing my hindquarters, I stood up again slowly. It seems that Mr. Boss had come down again, got annoyed, and blasted a wall apart again. Now I can see the outline of him walking away…but it seems that he is dragging something along? It looked awfully like he is pulling on the tail a silvery broom, or something similar to one. Oh well…if he wants to clean his room, he can clean it himself and save me the trouble! And thus, began my life of a maid in the Varia headquarters.

Dear Diary,

I have no idea why but I have a feeling that me staying in this place would be similar to a sheep among wolves. Wait, that doesn't really make sense, I am not THAT helpless. Okay, a coyote among a pack of wolves. What ever that means. Until next time...if I survive the night. Honestly, I can hear Squalo faintly snoring from even here! I feel sorry for whoever lives near him.

Anthea