"Welcome to the Black Order, Rixva. And…you too, Magureatari."
"Thanks."
"Why are you so hesitant about welcoming me? Don't I—"
"SHUT UP, MAGU."
"Uh…right. Will you need two rooms?"
"Oh no. We ALWAYS sleep toge—"
"SHUT UP!"
"Erm…okay. One room or two?"
"One will be fine. He can sleep ON THE FLOOR."
"WHAT?! Rixie—"
Needless to say, the first impression we made on the Black Order was a …strange one, to say the least. Then again, this is the Black Order we're talking about.
The finder who had escorted us—that is Magureatari and myself, Rixva—was named Michael. It didn't seem to bother him that Magu wanted to sleep with me—and Magu's peacock-colored hair also seemed to have little effect.
"Here we are. There are two rooms in here, with two beds and two closets."
"Wonderful! But where will Rixie put her clothes?" Magu asked. I'm pretty sure he was joking, but Michael still gave me a smile that clearly said he wouldn't want to be me.
"I'll leave you to get comfortable," he said over his shoulder. "If you have any questions, you can probably find someone to answer them in the cafeteria—the big room we passed through earlier. I'll see you around." He sounded like he didn't really want to see us again, but by the time that registered in my brain he was already gone, and Magu and I were left with our thirteen suitcases (only two of which were mine).
"Why does MY anti-akuma weapon have to be a human being?" I thought to myself as Magu proceeded to claim the room with the bigger closet and the full vanity. Normally, I didn't mind having him around, but there had been so many chaotic changes around us recently that I couldn't help but get a little pissed once in a while.
Sighing, I sat on the bed that would be mine from now on. At least I had a window. For a while, I just stared out at the bare trees and listened to Magureatari sing while he unpacked his eleven suitcases. Without thinking, I started to hum along with the familiar tune. Magu had a nice voice, and even when he made me mad I liked to hear him sing. That was good, because he almost never stopped singing.
Magu's melodious voice trailed off as he started the shower in the bathroom we would share. I'd have to remember to beat him to it every day. I sighed again and decided to start unpacking. I'd probably be done before Magu got out of the shower—all I really had was clothes, aside from my violin which would be at my bedside.
Standing, I opened the closest suitcase. I started hanging my clothing on the abundant hangers in the closet that wasn't as big as the one Magu had claimed.
"This isn't mine," I mumbled to myself as I pulled out a blue coat with gold accents on the sides. Apparently, Magu had run out of room in his eleven suitcases and had moved his excess clothing into my two. I glared at the coat and stepped through the small hallway that connected our two rooms. I passed the bathroom door, behind which Magu could be heard singing again.
His room was already a mess. Half-emptied suitcases were everywhere—apparently he didn't have enough space to pack a single bag for toiletries. Or maybe he just had too many. Rolling my eyes, I found a spare hanger in the closet that was bigger than the one that would be mine from now on. Leaving the hanger in the bigger-than-mine closet, I returned to my own room to finish unpacking my (and some of Magu's) things.
About an hour later…
"Magu! Get out of the shower already!"
"Oh, hold your horses. I'm almost done!" I crossed my arms and leaned on the wall opposite the bathroom door. The shower clicked off. I heard Magu yank the towel off the rack. The door swung open and Magu walked past me…totally naked except for a his towel wrapped like a turban around his HEAD. I ignored him and entered the now-steamy room, but before I could set my toothbrush in the fancy holder Magu had brought there was a knock on the door. I sighed.
"Magu, I hope you're not still naked!" I called as I moved to the door that led to the outer hallway.
"Just give me two more seconds!" he yelled, frantically pulling on a dark green bathrobe. Ignoring him, I opened the door to find Michael waiting behind it.
"Ah," he said pleasantly. "I've come to escort you to Head-Officer Komui's office. Seems he'd like to…examine, is what he said, you and your weapon. Um…but I can give you a few minutes to get ready!" he added hastily, noticing Magu and blushing at his robe, which was open a bit too far.
"Sorry," I replied, slightly embarrassed. "We'll be right out." Closing the door, I turned to find Magu already peeling off the robe. "Hurry up, you!" I whispered. He glanced over his shoulder and gave me a "don't-tell-me-what-I-already-know" look. Half a minute later we were headed out the door, following Michael's lead through the hallways that were still unfamiliar.
A/N: Well, here we are! Chapter one. Yes, I know that the Black Order probably doesn't have showers in the rooms, considering that the original story takes place in th 19th century, but please excuse my offense this time around!