EDITED12/3/09: Special thanks to Cella N for beta-ing!
Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-man. I could never have created something as cool as that.
A/N: Taking a break. This is a crack pairing and just something to update. Review if you would like me to continue.
Miranda Lotto looked up at the building, intimidated by its height and size. The brochure hadn't said much in the description, just the conditions of the room and the size of it. Nevertheless, she squared her shoulders and marched into the extravagant building.
Immediately, she was blinded by the sharp lights of the lobby. She whimpered and rubbed her eyes with a sleeve.
Like the building, everything was so well kept and clean. Expensive and furnished rugs lined the floors, gold chandeliers hung from the walls. Tiptoeing across the hall, Miranda went to the lobby reception and to the hostess there.
"Welcome to the Order Apartments. May I help you?" the lady asked politely.
"Ah yes! I-I-I'm here for Room 2B," Miranda said, digging through her bag for the information the school had sent her. She fussed over it, trying every pocket furiously with growing agitation when she couldn't find it. The woman watched with strained patience that quickly drew to barely contained annoyance when the minutes turned to over an hour.
"Perhaps if you just give me your name, I can probably find your room in the records," the lady suggested, managing to keep a smile under the circumstances.
"Y-yes. It's Miranda Lotto," Miranda said, sounding very embarrassed. The beginning of tears began to form underneath her dark-rimmed eyes.
The receptionist quickly typed in the name. "Miranda Lotto? Yes, your name is in the database. Just write your name here." She pushed a clipboard with a paper already filled with some signatures.
Miranda did, though her hand was shaking a bit so her signature came out a bit scratchy. She pushed it back.
"Here is your room key. Your room is the one with the insignia 2S, with a capital S. If you require any assistance with your luggage…?"
"No, it's alright!" she assured, taking the card and hefting her bags up. "I can handle it."
"If you insist-ah!" The receptionist stared wide-eyed as the average height woman with the very scray expression lifted a large Old Ben clock onto her back, and carried it to the stairs, seeing how the elevator wouldn't be tall enough.
Of course, it would be her bad luck since she would have to carry a heavy clock, multiple of bags, and herself up nearly five flights of stairs.
When Miranda finally reached the top, she had already begun to pant with harsh exertion, quietly moaning from the pain in her back. She carefully set it down gently on the floor, followed by her bags, and stretched the cricks of her back. Sighing, Miranda set off to search for her room.
"Um, let's see. The woman had said it was 2s, right?" She checked the insignia on each door, reading the numbers softly to herself. Then came a dilenma. "Was it 2s or 2S?"
The rooms had been set on two sides in a parallel fashion, one lower case and the other upper case that faced each other. Room 2S and 2s were near the ends of the hall before it split two of the last rooms, 1s and 1S.
"Um, so which one is it?" she wondered, looking anxiously at both doors. "If I recall, she said it was the lowercase s. Or was it with the capital S? Oh, which one is it!" She rushed from one to the other, looking furiously at them both.
"M-maybe I should try them both. That's good. Then I should do it! Right, just slide it here…" Miranda reached forward, her hand shaking as she slid the card into the keyhole.
The door slid open at the faintest push, nearly making her fall forward as it gave way. Miranda managed not to fall, nearly going into the splits and managing to hold herself on the wall. She quickly straightened up and looked up.
"Is this… my room?" she wondered out loud, looking around the vast space.
Despite what the brochure said, this room was purely Spartan, with just a bed, a dresser for undergarments and, on the opposite wall, a closet for clothes. The curtains that hung above the large windows were drawn shut together, throwing the room in shadow.
Miranda walked a little further into the room, continuing to look around. She was so engrossed that she hadn't heard the rushing water of the shower, nor did she hear it stop.
Behind her, the door to the bathroom opened.
