A/N: Wow. It seems I start spewing BlazBlue ideas in the middle of the night...odd.
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Ennui
I open my eyes after a short moment of thought and I am faced with the same sight once again. My rose garden, the cretins I call my servants and...no one else.
"Madam Rachel? Is something amiss?"
Oh yes, there is Valkenhayn too. How could I have forgotten the man entrusted to prepare my tea? It must be vertigo due to the sweet scent of the roses. However pleasant they also proves intoxicating.
Or it might be Gii. Yes, yes that could be the reason. The cretin's punishment is impending.
"It is nothing, Valkenhayn." I can imagine what will come next: Dhould I ready the bedchamber for your rest, Madam Rachel?
"Ah, well should I prepare the bedchamber for your rest, Madam Rachel?"
I sigh, unable to prevent a wry smile from surfacing my expression. "That won't be necessary," I tell him calmly and then gesture towards the empty teacup resting on a saucer. "Though, I do require some more tea."
"The new shipment has just arrived. I'll prepare the brew at once!" he declares before leaving in the standard erect posture he almost permanently assumes, like the loyal butler that he is.
Sighing softly, I lean my head on one arm slightly, remaining seated on the single wooden armchair in midst of the garden.
A loop. A continuous loop. I am a being of high power and stature. I obtain what I desire. My every wish is fulfilled. I have servants who respect and fear me. I am the head of a glorious mansion, which looms over my precious rose garden. All in all, I have what most would desire. But the loop of everyday life, the routine, it is enough to tire even myself. Routine is...tiresome.
"Nago! Gii! I am in need of entertainment."
My familiars do not awaken by my command and instead mutter incoherent gibberish. I delicately prod my foot on Nago and he gets up immediately. "Milday! I'm awake, I'm awake!"
However, Gii remains snoring, nauseating slaver dripping from his mouth. Disgusting. I jolt my foot, colliding it with the bat's round blubber-filled body.
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"A second later, he lands in a thorny bush of roses with a deafening shriek.
"Aw, that hurt...and you ruined my dream." Gii mutters, flying back. Though how his meager wings manage to carry that disgustingly circular body does gravity no justice.
"What was that, Gii?"
"N-nothing, your ladyship." He slouches, joining my side.
"I should hope so. Now run around the courtyard four thousand and eighty five laps. Immediately."
Without a word, but a weary sigh for which he shall receive punishment later, Gii does as he is told.
Although entertaining and very, very amusing, I find myself feeling irked. "Fifty thousand, while juggling sugar cubes."
Perhaps I should come up with a new form of punishment? My current methods have grown dull...
"Faster, and do so without breathing."
Even though the ridiculous cretin does so and looks ridiculous in the process, I feel the same. This tedious yet restless feeling...
"I'm bored."
Yes, even I, Rachel Alucard, experiences boredom.
A/N: Shame, poor Gii. Either I'm a very sadistic person but I find it amusing how Rachel tortures the little critter.