Day 1: Fey
Hachiouji Rui did not think that she would ever become accustomed to Yuuki's presence.
Shibuya house had been so quiet when it was just her and the President. She'd taken care of most of the shopping and cooking in place of paying rent and he'd been in charge of financing the house's basic needs. They had worked quite well together. She stayed out of his business but only on the condition that he stayed out of hers and they lived quite happily that way for some months. She'd grown content and quite complacent without having to worry about the rest of the Code:Breakers and whatever they might think about her.
Then one day, as she was leaving the house that she'd begun to think of as her own, she found some windfall on the doorstep. A slender boy of indeterminable age lay sprawled across the doorstep as if he'd simply fallen out of the sky. Rui, the kind and conscientious person she was, kneeled down to get a look at that fey face only to discover two brilliantly aware maroon eyes staring back at her. Her first instinct was not to flinch, nor did she run. She grabbed the boy's collar, dragged him up inches from her face and snapped her neck forward.
Their foreheads collided with considerable force and the stranger's head lolled backwards. She dropped him in another undignified heap, only slightly different than the one she'd found him in, and stood with a relieved sigh. It didn't really matter to her who she'd just sent back to dreamland; not to her. Until the President turned the corner of the gate and dropped the bag he'd been carrying. "Yuuki!"
That one name would change everything.
The Third was not exactly what she'd expected. She'd heard many stories of "the most barbaric Code:Breaker" and had expected a man no less intimidating than Kouji, scars and all. What she'd gotten was an eternal youth who seemed eternally chained in a state between sleep and waking who hid another fourth his half-lit eyes with a screen of maraschino hair. The new addition to their make-shift family certainly seemed as if he'd dropped out of a dream and into their lives, bringing all the nonsensical quirks that came with the subconscious mind. The food at the dinner table simply disappeared and a clear voice full of beauty wafted through the house at nights. Rui found herself drawn by the sound just as she would follow a delicious scent to its source. Yuuki's voice was pure as fresh-fallen snow and delightfully clear of impurities, much unlike the boy himself.
Ever since he'd moved in the house seemed to need extra cleaning. Yuuki left things lying around and would, on occasion, roll as a destructive racket down the hall because something or another was bothering his ears. More things were broken in his first week in Shibuya mansion than Rui's entire stay. But, somehow, things settled into a routine. The President would help stop his rampages and Rui would solve whatever problem had caused them be it water in his ears or a bat navigating the walls.
Yuuki refused to judge her like the other Code:Breakers had. He was a special sort of person; despite the countless horrors he'd seen in the line of duty he'd never given up his childhood. Rui admired that and was surprised to see that Yuuki seemed to admire her as well.
And so life continued on at this leisurely pace for a little while until the day that a black reaper showed up on their doorstep to ask the President a favor.