The French (Ex-)Countessa In Japan
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Haha. I know the title is kind of like, "well duh!", but I was in the mood to use the word 'countessa.' I previously was going to put "The Frenchian/Japanese Duchess" but I kind of decided to use something very similar for another story, which I should be working on, but all I can think about is my plot for this story...so...yeah.
R&R, enjoy, do my laundry if you must--you get the point, right? I want you to do all of this. (But the laundry, I guess you don't HAVE to do that...)
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Ex-Countessa
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Yuki Yumi POV
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It was just...weird. Mom and Dad dying, losing everything they owned in a fire. And having to live with another rich family. With three sons. Phew. It's hard. You'd think I'd freak out, being switched from being an only child to having three brothers, two of them already either out of med school or about to graduate from it. But I didn't worry about that...I was worried that I would become the selfish brat I had been when my parents were alive--because that's what happens when I get spoiled.
I sighed and laid my head down on the table in front of me. I held back the tears in my eyes. Why had I been so bad in front of them? And then, I never let anyone near me--friends (I didn't even have any) or strangers. And if I did, I was being rotten to them. They called me, in French, my native language, "une salope" (A bitch.)
I heard someone open the door. "Miss Yuki Yumi?"
I sighed at the Japanese maid. "Permettez-moi de brûler en enfer sanglant," (Let me burn in bloody hell) I whispered before standing up. "Yes?"
"Mister Ohtori would like you to meet his youngest son," she almost giggled. Crap, he wants me to marry his son? A Jap, none-the-less? Non merci. (No thank you.) I know my mother was a Jap, but that still doesn't mean I have to love the whole country as if it were my grandmother.
I sighed, frowned, and nodded to her. "Montrer la voie, je suppose." (Lead the way, I suppose.)
"Huh?"
"Lead the way." She nodded and led me through the maze of a mansion. I felt almost glad I didn't have that much on me. Just a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. It was all that survived, since it was at the second house. That, an my sneakers and underwear.
Finally we came across a huge room, a study maybe? It had tons of books. Maybe it was a library...I had already met Mr. Ohtori's two eldest sons, and the man himself as well, but not his youngest son. He had been at school, and then afterwords had some sort of club meeting.
But, even knowing about his oh-so-busy schedule, and his oh-so-serious-and-strict fathers and brothers, I never would have expected the youngest Ohtori son to be like he is.
He saw me and smiled sweetly. I just stared. Black hair, glasses, handsome features, tall...Enfer non. (Hell no.) He's evil...I can feel it. Or, at least, he can be evil, when he's mad.
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So...yeah. Review, please! ^__^ I know the chapter is short, but what comes next would not fit this chapter title. ;D Don't worry, next chapter contains the host club. Also, visit my poll on my profile. After you vote, just PM me telling me you voted, and I'll give you a little sneak peek of the plot for the upcoming story. ;) So, again, review!
