This is just something I had on my mind, if it sucks, sorry. ALSO, DO NOT DISS THE COUPLES!
LizxKid is misunderstood.
It started May, 12, that year. It had struck the castle, tightening the grip, making the staff and those poor maids who worked overtime anyways, work harder.
There was a total of thirty-one maids, twelve in the kitchen staff, and fifty-nine in the sewing rooms.
But, since the people starting arriving in the castle of Queen Marrien, it seemed like the staffs were decreased. The kitchen staff was overworked, cooking for about quardruple as many as they were before, and having to make some seperate courses for those who were allergic.
The maids were constantly cleaning, opening rooms to find filthy clothes, paint everywhere, scratched up boards and messy beds. Remind you, all these things had to be completed in one hour, so it was difficult to have enough energy to clean fifteen disgusting rooms in fifteen hours.
And those sewing woman... I feel ecspecially bad for, since they have to stand, taking measurements, being slapped when they accidently poke one of the royals with a pin, not to mention being repeatedly stabbed themselves. And having to stare at half-naked woman all day, trying to take there chest, heighth, waist measurements.
Oh, right and the three hardest workers were three children the age of... fifteen? Yeah, that sounded about right, Liz, the seamstress, Tsuabaki, the bakerest, and Maka, the slave-working maid.
Fifteen.
Fifteen.
Luckily enough, Maka wasn't driven as hard as she probably should be. Most maids work for the head woman in charge- Mrs. Samantha Evans- however, Maka worked for the daughter of the Mrs, also known as, young miss Melody Evans.
And Liz sewed for the young miss, and the thirteen year old was estastic with anything she made, from purple to green, from plaid to plain.
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"I think we should complain," Liz said, throwing her dress over into the haystack corner and untieing the strings on the back. "And don't laugh Tsubaki, I know I'm gaining weight."
"Your not gaining weight, your just tieing your strings too tight, there stuck," Tsubaki said calmly, pushing herself off her hay bed and untangling the mess of strings. She returned to her bed, undoing her own strings backwords.
"Hey, where's Maka?" Liz asked suddenly, slipping into her bed nightgown, stretching it to the sides awkwardly. "Tsubaki you are so lieing, I am getting fat."
"Well, to answer you question-" Tsubaki slipped off her baking dress that was stained with oil and colored juices "- Maka had to work in the young master's room. Apparently since the big masquerade party is coming up, his mother wants it to be spotless."
"Shit... I needed to tell her something."
Liz flopped down onto her straw bed, only hestitating for a second to draw the ragged curtains closed on the window.
The door banged open suddenly, and Maka entered, her dress more black with dirt than the regular white. "I. Hate. Him."
"Ah, young miss Maka, saying yet another lie about her true crush, what happened this time?" Liz asked, pulling a pillow over her head.
"Ugh, well, first of all, the whole room is clean, that woman is just far too parnoid, two, he just sat there and insulted me while I was in there, saying stuff like how I was flat-chested and it was a good thing I was a maid because I would never be able to get a guy-" Maka finished her rant by throwing a pillow at the wall.
"Don't worry Maka, I have it way worse, this will be the third time I've resewn Miss. Meldoy's dress. I swear, she gets taller everday," Liz said, motioning with a hand a sewing motion.
"I burned myself today," Tsubaki implied. Maka gave a short laugh at this.
"Tsubaki... what are we going to do with you?" Liz asked, throwing a blanket at the black haired friend and flicking off the light. "I still think we should complain."
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"Stay still Melody, I'm just going to lengthen it, it's design is fine, right?"
The girl nodded, putting her hands in front of her body, so it fell just past her stomach, she inhaled deeply before talking. "Miss Lizzy?"
"Liz. Yes?"
"I was wondering if you've ever been to a ball, like, before you were a seamstress?" The girl asked, brushing her arms on her collarbone rather cautiously, feeling for a chain necklave that wrapped around her throat.
Liz bent down, shifting through her basket of thread and needles before answering. "Well, Melody, you see, I'm what you call serval, so in this case, I was born a 'slave' and have worked forever at this castle," she took a deep breath "Melody, I've never been to a ball."
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"Tsubaki, are you done with that bread yet?" Asked an older cook, shoving a pair of tongs into her apron and flipping over a cake.
"No, it still has another hour to cook."
"Tsubaki, you got to get this stuff moving, we work fast, not your snail pace, okay?" The cook asked, flipping back a strand of her long brown hair and mixing together some frosting. "Now, start making cake."
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Maka shifted on one foot, trying to reach the top shelf of a bookcase, where a window was. 'Damn it,' she thought, bringing the duster back down to eye level. 'I'll never be able to reach it.'
"Having trouble tiny tits?"
She turned red as soon as the young master walked around a bookshelf, leafing carelessly through a book on plum trees. He had one hand in his pocket, and the other one carrying the book by it's spine.
"Go away," Maka said, turning on her heel to get back to dusting, but the menuver failed and she landed on her face. She thought about this for a second before deciding on one thing: Hardwood floors are harder than they look, and I can still get up with a my dignity intact. Ok, maybe that was two things.
"Get up Maka, I would expect better of a maid."
"How do you know my name?" She squeked, brushing her skirt down. She kept her head level with the ground, making sure not to look up.
"All of us are responsible to know all of the maids/workers names," the young master explained, placing one hand on her shoulder, pretending to smile. "I also know that your best friends are Liz and Tsubaki and you don't like Liz's sister Patty because she's too annoying and hyper."
Maka went to reply, but ended up looking like a fish out of water.
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"I. Am. Going. To. Sleep." Liz muttered, flouncing down onto her bed in there three way shared bedroom.
"Ok," Maka said, stretching in her light nightgown, trying to hop into her slippers.
"Yeah, goodnight," Tsubaki responded, flicking off her light, and slipping under the covers. Liz followed in suit, leaving just Maka, her light flicking orange and yellow aroung the wooden room.
"Goodnight," She whispered, stepping lightly onto her bed, and blowing out her candle.
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"Mind explaining?" Maka asked, pulling a purple colored dress out of Liz's dresser drawer. The three friends had always respected each other's property, but when Maka needed to brush her hair, and had 'conviently' left it downstairs, she realized it would just be better to suffer the bitching.
Which, was exactly what happened.
"Well, it's just a project, nothing major, you know, since it's the ball tonight I had to sew a ton of extra gowns just in case... and... yeah, I don't know," Liz finished lamely, scratching her head softly as Maka threw out the purple dress , followed by a green, then a buttercream yellow.
"Just so happened to make three?" Maka asked, holding the green one up to her body, before twirling to look in the mirror.
"Yeah... well, your's is the green one, and Tsuabaki's is the purple, mine's the yellow."
Maka didn't respond this time, too fixated with her appearance in the mirror. She could just imagine what it would be like to get to go to the ball, looking cute, and respected- definetly respected- and just being able to socialize with somebody else.
"-Maka?"
"Huh?" Her hair whipped back as she turned her attention to Liz.
"Well, orginally those dresses were made on whim, but, since we have the day off, maybe we could make masks because it's a masquerade dance, and then go to the ball tonight, and see everybody." She stopped and hesitated before continuing, like she thought that somebody besides Tsubaki and Maka were in the room. "You know, just as a thought."
Liz closed her eyes, and tightened her hands into balls like a fist, like she expected a blow from Maka.
"Yeah, I guess we could do that, but, we have to stick together."
"WOW! Really, thank you Maka!" Liz took Maka's hands in with hers and smiled. "I'll make sure that you and Tsubaki look beautiful!"
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"I feel awkward," Maka whispered, making sure her mask was on tightly. They all had looked in the mirror before going down to the ballroom, making sure that they didn't look too much like the over worked maids they usually were.
"Excuse me, I don't believe you have permission to be here."
All three of them turned around, Liz the most graceful, her yellow dress floating around her. They met faces with a white haired girl, her hair done into a long ponytail, curled expertly, and her black dress showing out superbly against her pale skin.
"Melody."
"Hello Lizzy, I didn't expect you here, but then again, I never know."
"But-"
Melody smiled, and you could see the tiniest curve under her mask as she looked up at Liz and Tsubaki.
"It's fine Lizzy, listen, I'll get you guys some guys to dance with."
All three of them curtsied, trying there best to stay on balance. Melody sweeped a perfect one, smiling the whole way down. "Follow me."
She walked across the floor, pretending like she was giving us a tour so that they didn't look like total retards. She stoped in front of a guy wearing a suit, rather awkwardly at that, blue hair stacked neatly on the top of head.
"Black Star, I thought I said you should dye your hair," Melody said sweetly, taking Black Star's cup away from him and taking a sip from it.
"I don't listen to you, I AM GOD!"
"Ok, well can you listen for five seconds? I have a girl here who would love to dance with you," Melody said, grabing Tsubaki by the elbow and pulling her up to the front. "Here you go."
"Well, that was rude," Liz said blantly, crossing her arms across her front chest as they continued there walk down the hall.
"Oh, don't worry, it's about to get a whole lot ruder, and probably a hell lot funnier," Melody said, stopping suddenly in front of a guy, who had black hair and three white stripes. "Kid!"
"Oh, hello Melody, it's lovely to see this evening, how may I help you?" He asked formally, bowing slightly to the thirteen year old.
"Ah, yes well, you could accompany this young lady for the evening, is that possible?"
"Melody, I would love to," Kid said, bowing slightly again. "But, is it possible that you at least fix your mask, it's leaning slightly to the right, and it's bothering me."
"No," Melody said, smiling again, and walking away with only Maka following her. In the background they could hear Kid screaming angry curse words at the thirteen year old princess.
"Okay, well you have one girl left, so what are you going to dao about me?" Maka asked, putting her hands against her back softly.
"It's a surprise. I'm sure he'll be happy, and if he's not, he'll do it for me," Melody said, turning around to smile at Maka.
They walked around the room twice before Melody stopped at the middle of the room, curtsied once and bowed. "Brother, I would like you meet somebody," she pulled Maka forward, so that she was right in front of a white-haired person.
"Soul, say hello," Melody said, crossing her arms and puffing her cheeks out.
"Hey."
Well, that's great. What am I supposed to do know? though Maka just as Soul turned around. Melody grabbed his arm and turned him back to Maka. "Soul, dance with her, and make sure you lead, she might step on your foot."
Maka took Soul's larger hand in with her own, just to find, much to her surprise that they were warm. Instantanuosly she blushed, moving with the guy that deep down she knew she hated most.
"So, what's your name?" Soul asked, curving towards the left. She followed in suit, trying to match his pace.
"Um..." she couldn't possibly say Maka, he'd realize that she was just the klutzy maid who dusted and sweeped his room every other day. "Eve. Eve... you know what, just Eve."
"Oh," he took his eyes off her. She blushed again, and felt the heat actually creeping up her face as she realized that he was actually staring at her.
They turned again, just as the song ended. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Tsubaki curtsy, tilting slightly to the left, and Black Star take her hands again.
"I should probably go, shouldn't I?" Maka asked, turning from Soul's stares.
"No, it's fine. Your normal, everybody else just wants to see how until I accept there multiple marriage poposal."
She took his hands again, slipping hers into his, trying not to make a sound. She was actually kind of glad, she didn't want to look like the stupid who was trying to find a person to dance with, ecspecially since she was just dancing with the coolest guy here.
"Excuse me, Mister Soul, could I dance with you?" A girl asked, trying to cut in with Soul, her hair braided on either side of her head and smiling slightly.
"No, I'm dancing with Eve, I'm sorry Clemente."
The girl stalked off somewhere, puffing out her cheeks in annoyment as she stopped and grabbed somebody else to dance with.
"So. Eve, right?"
Maka nodded her head, side stepping with Soul. She realized that this guy was as bad at making conversation as she was.
"That's cool. I mean, the name at least. Because it can have, like, multiple meanings and-"
Clemente came close to where they were dancing, grinding pretty close to where Maka was holding Soul. She smiled evily, took one hand away from where she was dancing with her partner and snatched Maka's mask off.
"Maka?"
"Maka? You mean you know her?" Clemente asked, shoving Maka with her shoulder and picking up with Soul.
"Yeah, she's my maid," he said, releasing Clemente, trying to untangle her fingers.
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"Maka, you can come out of the bathroom now," Liz said, opening the door where Maka was resting her forehead against the wall next to the toilet. "It's okay, I've talked to Soul, he's not mad."
Maka looked up, her eyes emrald green from crying, and when she spoke her voice was hoarse and raspy. "Really?"
"Yeah, come on, he's dancing right now," Liz said, grabbing Maka by the arm. Instead, it sent the teen into a whole new wave of hystrecals.
"H-he picked me out of all those pe-people, and now he's already dancing with somebody else?"
"Not exactly."
"Then tell me what you mean! HOW CAN IT BE 'NOT EXACTLY' IF HE'S DANCING?"
"He's dancing with his sister." Liz said soothingly.
Liz didn't give Maka a second to think about it, snapping off her own mask and placing it on Maka's face to cover up the marks where she had been crying, and pushed her out the door to the ball room.
"Okay, go get him!"
She spun Maka out to the middle of the ball room, leaving to find somebody to dance with.
"May I take this dance?" Soul asked, smiling and holding out a hand to Maka, one arm still hanging onto Melody.
"Ye-" her voice came out as a squeak and she tried again, this time ringing like a bell, louder and more defiant "Yeah."
"Cool."
He placed one hand on her waist, navigating her towards the middle of the ball room.
"So, are you Maka, my family's maid, or Eve, the silent princess?"
Maka practically could hear her heart stop beating, she knew that a question like this would crop up sooner or later, but, she was kind of hoping it would be later, and for now she could just relax and be at peace while she twirled and smiled at Soul.
"M-Maka. Maka Albarn- poor maid." she said in defeat as she hung her head limply.
"I see that. So, you've never once took in consideration that you could be a princess?"
She looked at him, disbelief she knew, filling her face as she looked at Soul closer. Was he seriously saying this?
"What? Why are you staring at me? You sneak into a royal ball, cry your eyes out, and expect to not get the attention of somebody?"
She tried not to say something, but before she knew it, her mouth opened to form a question, and at that Soul pressed his mouth against hers.
Surprised, Maka instantly drew back, just to find Soul press his mouth against hers again. Liking it she melted into his touch, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Author Note: I'm too lazy to write an actual ending, so go ahead, FLAME ME! I dare you, I will take that flame and shove it up your ass. Trust me, I'll PM the hell out of you.
So, yeah. I'm sure the writing is fine, and I'm sure it has a point, so yeah, bite me.
~Miki