Miss Maid


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A male with long brown locks, and tanned skin was looking for something. Under his hazel brown eyes were a pair of lines, the beginning of stress. He was dressed nicely—the clothing materials were made out of silk, and linen. His hazel brown eyes rummaged around the place (a beautiful green garden, flowers, and grass shimmering with the morning dew as the sun, and the blue sky enhanced its beauty—it was truly spring season.) "Where is that little rascal?" He smiled warmly.

The young man of the age of twenty shown a troubled look, but with not so hidden amusement in his wise eyes, then he found a mane of black, and white behind the garden's old well—wearing green moss as its attire as small vines proudly was shown around the working borehole. The young noble grinned so bright that it rivalled the sun's as he found what—who he was looking for.

The noble noiselessly crept up to the well, with the intention of scaring whoever was behind the waterhole. His grin was still plastered on his face, finding the situation hilarious as his hands were ready to give the person a scare. His hands shot through, and grabbed his victim's narrow shoulders, causing him to jump in surprise, and terror.

"Eek?!" Was the person's response. The culprit dissolve into giggles then it became to guffaws as he held his stomach. His victim gave a cute pout, then proceeded to playfully punched the older boy's shoulders. "So mean, Nii-sama..." The younger boy with spirit monochrome colours grumbled as his older brother's jovial laughs kept on coming.

Laugh. "Hai-hai, please kindly accept my apologies, my dear Otouto." He said, his chuckles died down, but his mirth was still present. He plopped down next to his younger sibling, relaxing against the well as his eyes looked at the younger boy with a nostalgic feeling. "Now, Itama-chan, would you tell me why are you here? Kaa-san's looking for you." He raised a brow at his brother who was wearing silk robes, matching his hair, but dirtied from the garden.

Itama sighed as his eyes filled with pessimism. His small shoulders slumped down as if he was tired from a long day of work. Dark brown eyes were puffed up, and small sniffle could be heard. He looked away from his brother—not wanting to answer the question, instead he gave him silence.

His older brother noticed his stiff posture, but his smile was still on place, to keep the atmosphere loose. "It's Otou-san, isn't it?"

Tensed then nodded.

"He gave you that speech about Senju pride, and being a heir, didn't he?"

Nod. Sniffle.

"Otouto, you know that four of us are candidates for the Clan Head position, like it or not, we need to compete or else—"

The monochrome haired boy interrupted, as if knowing the answer by constant reminders. "Yeah, yeah, or else we will be shame by the other Clan Heads, I get it. And we're Senju, so expectations are doubled... Then, there's also the King of Clans too..." He sighed, feeling unconfident with his abilities, comparing himself with his overachieving brothers. "I just... I... I just don't want to be the... defective in the clan."

The older boy frowned at the word. He gently grabbed the boy's shoulders, unlike moments ago, "You will not be the defective, you were never at the beginning." He sternly reassured the boy. It was absurd to call himself a defective, and calling yourself like that with his age saddened the older brother. But, he inwardly accused his father for his younger brother's self-esteem issues. "And, even if you were a defective then I'm also one too. I know you can reach greater heights, in my heart I know you can. You could surpass Kawarama, Tobimara or even me!" He exclaimed as he pointed himself.

The younger boy looked confused the burst into giggles when his older brother mentioned himself. All that burden on his small shoulders seemed to be lifted as he felt light, and cheerful. Itama laughed as the older noble joined—doubling their laughters. "You?" He exclaimed while he giggled, "Last week, Kaa-san had to literally dragged your butt to an omiai, because you were too scared!" Itama cackled as he remembered last week's episode. "Telling Kaa-san, how you were so sick, and dying. 'I don't think I can make it.'"Putting an impression of his "sickly" brother.

"Then you had the ridiculous excuse of wanting to watch Kawarama sleeping, saying 'I need to take care of my brother, Kaa-san! What kind of monster do you think I am?!' She was furious!" His giggles were infectious.

"Hey! When I heard it was an Uzumaki, I was done for! Have you heard of how crazy Uzumaki women are?!" His brother defended himself, but laughters took control of his voice.

"Scaredy-cat!"

"Am not!"

The two brothers felt the atmosphere became more loose,and relaxed contrasted to the former. They stayed silent for awhile, enjoying the day as their ears picked up the smallest sounds—from the main house's chattering to the canaries singing their lullabies. It was so serene, they never had the luxury to just to rest, and take in the scenery. It was beautiful as their brotherhood was.

Itama felt like his brothers were going to walk on the same, but different paths, very soon. He felt conflicted about that gut feeling. But, he ignored it as he basked the sun's warmth hugs.

Silence had never been so peaceful. The two brothers wished that they will stay here forever—no responsibilities, no pressure, no stress, and no competitions. Being in a clan was hardworking, finding time for themselves was hard enough. Just for a few minutes here was releasing knots from life.

A nurturing voice yelled out, "Hashirama! Itama! Time for lunch!"

Itama had a feeling that his older brother wanted a race.

Both got up as they patted away grass on their pants. "Coming!" Hashirama responded, then an idea popped. His eyes stayed at his brother's form, and he gave a broad smile at Itama. "I bet you I'll be there before you!" Then he started to rush towards the main house, not even waiting for Itama's answer.

"Wait! Not fair, Nii-sama!"

He was weirdly right.


A year has passed...

A familiar monochrome mane was spotted near the beloved well.

Itama noticed how a year changed people, not everybody noticed it, but he does. Everyone was changing—he doesn't know if he likes it. Kawarama started to take his studies, and training seriously, no longer playing with him, he started to come back home with scars, and determination in his eyes. No longer wanted to be in the same category as him—child. Kawarama wanted to mature, to be an adult, not wanting to play with children like him. Tobirama was aloof, spending his social interactions only in training, only minimal interactions with his family. Grunts, and nods were his language. The albino was always happy to spend his time with him, but now, the competition was growing closer, and closer—no time for him.

He felt so... abandoned. Left behind.

Hashirama made time for him, no matter what. Despite of Otou-san's, and Tobirama's disapprovals, he still made time. His older brother always meet him behind the well, they just do whatever they want there, either to chat or to relax. Itama liked the idea of how special their relationship is—he was closer to Hashirama than any of his brothers. His good natured brother was there by his side. That made Itama happy through hard times—when Otou-san started to compare, and criticized him.

But, Hashirama being the oldest was also preparing for the competition—Masuyo Games, also known as the King of Clans. The highest title in the Five Great Shinobi kingdom, the title who rules all the countries (Land of Fire, Land of Sound, Land of Wind, Land of Earth, and Land of Lightning,) each country could have as many candidates as they want, as long as they are part of a clan. No civilians were allowed, only shinobis—male shinobis to be exact. Itama disapproved of their old traditions of how they should be placed, and governed.

Women were stratagems in clans—how pleasing they looked, the higher their title, how prestige their clan was, and how fertile they were, those were the only factors of choosing a wife for clansmen. The society disapproves of women in power or anything that wasn't right to them. Women should serve men, that was their only purpose in their upbringing in this world.

Poor women were in a much disadvantage though, for their families think they were unlucky to have a girl in their home. Sons were accepted to have a job, and able to work up in the system. Daughters were cursed, if they weren't blessed with good looks, they were going to be abandoned for no men will marry them, and help the family.

Men were running the world while the women serve by their side.

I'm lucky then... I guess. He thought with the feeling of somber constricted in his chest. Why do I think of life on my birthday? I should be joyous!... Sigh. Why do I always do this?

His dark brown eyes looked at the main house, the servants were preparing his celebration, the light were shining, people chattering excitedly about the famous guests coming over, and the smell of dishes were noticed by his nostrils. His stomach grumbled loudly as he turned red, hoping no one heard that. He looked around, no one was there. He sighed, but he felt someone's presence. He shrugged, probably one of his younger cousins.

Itama should be back soon—or else he was going to have an earful from his mother about how he shouldn't miss his own birthday.

His gut was right, his mother had a ball of time.


The youngest of Senju was very taken in surprise of how famous or infamous their guests were. From the Kaguya Clan to even the Uchiha Clan. Hashirama must wanted his best friend, Uchiha Madara to be there. He was amazed of how his father was accepting of this fact.

But, Tobirama wasn't very accepted of it though, especially of the idea of Uchiha Izuna was present in their household. Itama knew that his older brother didn't liked Madara's younger brother, but, he didn't he knew how much hatred was there. Tobirama's red eyes were sending daggers to his hated enemy, Izuna was also seething his hatred towards to the albino by wearing a disgust sneer.

"Tobirama, please, it's our beloved Otouto's birthday for kami's sake."

"Izuna, be respectful, this isn't a bar."

Kawarama was having an arm wrestling competition with Uchiha Shisui as his opponent. This Uchiha was the same age of Kawarama—thirteen years of age, Shisui was famously known of his speed, and his use of the Body Flicker Technique. Itama felt hopeless when he came to this information, so young, and with that much talent, he felt he was a burden. And, there was a person named Uchiha Itachi, a twelve year old prodigy who knew everything, and can apply that knowledge in the battlefield, when Itachi was nine, he was famous for his expert skills in such a young age. Itama just turned nine.

"'Tachi-chan, if I beat this kid, do you wanna go?"

"Hn."

"My name's Kawarama, you insufferable crap!"

It was his birthday, and yet—his brothers were taking the spotlight, again. Despair flooded his chest like it was a continuous cycle.

The din of the party was muted in the celebrant's mind. Itama just stared into space as colours, and forms passed like it was being fast-forward—patiently, waiting to end his birthday, and just go to sleep, wanting this heavy feeling disappear in his sleep.

He didn't even noticed how his Otou-san was examining him with a strange expression that his wife of many years couldn't even comprehend.


The birthday celebrant was so relieved the celebration ended, he released a sigh, the feeling of constrict was going away. Thank kami. He thought. One more minute of being trapped was going to make him crazy—and that will tarnish the Senju's pride.

The party was getting cleaned up by the servants, the Clans made a huge mess—thrown food (Kawarama, and Shisui,) alcohol spilled everywhere (Goddamn, this Uzumakis,) broken tables, chairs, and craters were found (Tobirama versus Izuna, and their each respective older brothers holding them down.) It was mostly a good party, but towards the end, it was chaos. Clan rivalries, and troubles were always following them.

Itama was happy that most of the guests enjoyed the celebration, except him. He frowned, maybe he needed to stop thinking negative things, and just live in the moment. He then shook his head, impossible for him, he's surrounded of exceptional people, he needed to criticize himself, and prove himself to be equal to them, no matter what.

He let out a tired yawn, he realized it was late at night. He was wearing his silk kimono, and holding a lit candle, emitting light as he walked on the wooden floor to find his way to his room. His clansmen were asleep, and tired from today's event. But, he was awake, because he pondered about life, again. His thoughts distracted him from sleeping.

On the way to his room, his bare feet stopped. His eyes found a familiar figure, loitering near his room. Itama blinked a few times to see if it was his imagination from his sleep deprivation. It was Otou-san.

Senju Butsuma was waiting for him? That was unheard of even he was his son, and even in birthdays, his Otou-san never waited near his room. They only exchanged greetings, and assessments from him.

The youngest Senju bowed to greet him. His bow was respectful, acknowledging his Otou-san was a higher status that him. "Hello, Otou-san, what brings you here?" Item's eyes avoided his piercing eyes, but kept the aura of respect flowing. Last thing he wanted in his birthday was a punishment.

Butsuma stared at him youngest son, and clicked his tongue. "Come with me." He turned his back, expecting Itama to follow him.

He followed without any questions as he quickly got his sandals. But, in his mind was a cluster of them, it was an unusual request, and the timing was also unusual. Itama kept his mouth shut—not wanting to disappoint his father even more.


His father brought him to the Senju's massive forest, bigger than the Nara's. The trees were dark green, and wind was slightly strong, the trees swayed to the win's commands as the moon was glowing with the stars around it. The animals were asleep, but aware of two familiar presences arriving in the forest. They were relaxed, because they knew who were coming—the owners of this forest.

Itama kept on walking, trailing behind his father out of respect. His footsteps were silent, noises were unnecessary, and his eyes were glued on the ground. His eyes glanced at his father's broad back. He felt a wave of nostalgia in his heart, remembering the time when father used to take him in this forest, and teach him, but not so serious like now.

I missed those days... Itama reflected on his younger-self's actions, and inwardly chuckled at his childish antics.

Then, his father's back stopped moving. Itama obeyed his movement. The monochrome haired boy didn't know these parts of the forest—this area was all new to him, and that confused him, he thought he knew every paths, and places of the forest. They stopped where the trees were still swaying, boulders were found, and crickets were only heard. It was painfully silent.

Where are we?

"My child, from the looks of your face, you do not know this area—this area is restricted from outsiders, and our clansmen except me, and now you. You did not pay attention of our walk, do not worry for this path was for you, your heart will know." His father explained as Itama scanned the place. Not even realizing it, Itama memorized their walk, and the scene without a fail.

"I knew you were different from the rest of your siblings on the day you were born," the youngest gulped nervously. "Your siblings respectively inherited different things—wood release, specialization in water, and earth release. But," Itama cringed, he knew what was coming. "Then, there's you. An anomaly in the Senju Clan. No special techniques that are seen, normal, and so civilian-like."

Oh kami, please. I can't do this... He was already tired from the party, he didn't need this right now. The heavy feeling was back, and with a friend—tears. They were ready to fall. He wanted to look honourable to his father, tears didn't fit in the honourable part.

"Itama, my child—I realized, you don't have these techniques, because you already have one." The said child was confused, never in his life felt like he had something going on like Hashirama with his wood release. He only had diplomacy, and that wasn't much of a skill, just a matter of being etiquette.

"You inherited your late grandmother's power."

Great grandmother? Her power?

"Specifically, her clairvoyance." Itama let out a gasp, clairvoyance? That only existed in fiction. He stared at his father expecting him to make a jibe or any statements that said it was false or he was mistaken. Or he was addressing to the wrong child.

He had a gut feeling he wasn't wrong.

"And with that, my mother had a companion to aid her. Complimenting each of their styles. My mother was fond of this person, she was something of a riddle—not sure if she was human." Butsuma closed his eyes as he felt memories entered in his mind. "The companion said that she was created, because of my mother's advanced technique. My mother created life from her hands." Otou-san stared at the empty space. "I didn't know the intentions of my mother's decision—playing life like she was kami—whether the companion was made, because of an error or not."

Butsuma then looked at the stars with nostalgia caressing his mind, and heart. "I realized, the companion was made for people like her, and you. To protect. Specifically, to protect from people who desire your power, and harming you. Don't question the reality of my mother's companion for she is an anomaly like you. She doesn't seem to age, but her mind does. She will be loyal to you, and only you, because she promised." His father's eyes pierced his heart as he told him with solemn face as if he knew of something.

Itama's eyes started to scanned the area as he shook, the wind wasn't that cold, but something was coming. Something powerful, something so dangerous that it was supposed to be locked away—but the feeling was soothing to him, it was warm, his chakra was calm, it was relaxed. Itama gulped.

He felt his shaking intensified with his right hand then he glanced at it.

His right hand started to shake as a symbol glowing light blue on his hand. It was hot, it was burning him—like a metal stamped on him from the forgery. Itama gasped in pain, and screamed. The wind picked up its speed, swaying trees, and the grass with so much force, look like it was going o fall over. So painful, and yet so welcomed. His voice box gave out a he landed his knees on the ground, clutching his hand. Then a symbol slowly appeared.

The symbol was of a simple thick empty circle, glowing light blue—almost matching the sky's morning, but there was a hint of pastel pink, and light cyan blue, separately complimenting each other. the symbol engraved on his hand as if it was a tattoo or a contract. He held up to his face to see examine it, his dark brown orbs were taken by this new mark.

"Son, use this power wisely, especially with my mother's companion. Don't think of her as a tool, think her as your partner—or else, you will burn in the battlefield." Butsuma's dark eyes gazed at his son's glowing mark, and his pain—looked so familiar to him. "She will take care of you, but take care of her also, even if she refuse, care her. She has some complexities, you may use this as your advantages no matter how unethical it is." Pierced eyes still boring a hole in Itama's chest as he felt darkness closing in—his eyes were drooping.

So tired.

"She will come to you, wait for her." Were his father's last words until he felt his head hit the ground, and darkness became his surroundings, his Otou-san was out of his sight.


Dark brown eyes shot open as he gasped for a breath. He got up, still shaking. Anxious eyes looked around—he was still here, but his honourable wasn't here. The scene looked the same, just without his father. The wind still commanded the grass, and the trees, boulders stayed, and animals didn't exist in this area. The moon, and the stars still gleamed like before.

The same.

His hand still burned—the symbol remained, glowing with enthusiasm. His body felt heavy as tireless blinked a few times—trying to see better. He rubbed his eyes in the process as he yawned.

But, dark brown orbs met with (foreign, and familiar) bright viridian eyes like they were expecting him—such a close proximity

"Eek!" He squeaked out, his face turned red as he tried to scooted away from the familiar stranger in a cartoonish manner. Itama didn't particularly liked the idea of people invading his personal bubble, his ears were tinged with a soft red, hinting that he was embarrassed of the situation. His eyes suddenly found the ground interesting, avoiding the stranger's gaze as he spluttered some words. "Um—um! W—who are you...?" He shut his eyes closed, and clenched his fists into the grass, tearing it apart.

The monochrome haired boy felt the motion of the stranger—she was combing towards him with such speed! She's gonna attack me! Quick, do something! He yelled in his mind, trying to find a solution. Instinctively, he covered his face with his arms, creating an "x" to shield whatever attacks she use as he stood ground on his knees.

None came. He felt warmth around his upper torso though.

"Eh?"

Itama opened his dark brown orbs slowly as he also put his defence down. He thought she was going to assassinate him in Senju grounds, but instead of blood shed, he found a mop of pink hair resting on his shoulder. Her arms were softly embracing his form, almost trapping him from escaping, her knees touching his, and her breathing calmed his nerves—his shaking ceased.

The clairvoyant examined at the pink-haired stranger. She was wearing an appropriate maid uniform, long sleeves, and skirt down to the shins, her attire consisted of headband, frills, and an apron. Her soft pink hair was short, and choppy, but the headband kept the mane in its place. Her facial features displayed a cheerful face. Her face was youthful, but a few wrinkles here, and there. He wondered what was her age. She was clearly older than him, a woman, and he was just a boy. Then, her eyes opened, fluttering her pink lashes—her viridian orbs searched him, she was going inside of his soul, but her eyes weren't like his father's, her's were more like figuring out a puzzle, then in her mind, it clicked. She gave him a whole-hearted smile as she got up—patting away the loose grass from her attire.

The maid extended her hand, reaching him to help.

Itama took the hand with caution, he slowly got up, his eyes never leaving the maid. "Exc—cuse me... I—I don't want to sound rude, b—but who are you?" She gave him another her smiles.

The pink haired maid bowed down in respect, like how he bowed to Butsuma. "Haruno Sakura, your companion," Itama felt his heart pumping as he tried to calm down, "Please take care of me, Itama-sama." Sakura got up, and flashed him her bright smiles.

Ita—ma...—sa...ma...? This was new for him. He wanted to faint, he felt his feet staggered in shock (Saura instantly caught him) as the young Senju tried to massage his temples. He always gave people respect, most of the time they don't return it back. But, this time, his new maid was giving him a higher authority—same authority he gave to Butsuma. It was unheard of.

"Are you ok, Itama-sama?" The maid asked with concern in her voice as she softly grabbed his shoulders, and guide him out of the area. "Let's get you back to your room, ne?" Her smiles were infectious, he unconsciously nodded his head. They were making their way back to the estate.

He doesn't know what to feel, but in his heart something akin to warmth blossomed like a Casablanca under the moonlight. Rather being uncertain about his new companion, he was actually more surprised that he didn't mind it.


Silently, the monochrome coloured clairvoyant went back to the Senju estate with his new companion whose smile brightened his night. Itama saw a familiar figure near the estate's koi pond as he came closer to the figure, it belonged to his Otou-san. Their similar eyes met each other, then the young Senju, and Sakura stopped their tracks—the elder Senju gave a small nod to his youngest. Itama widened his eyes, understanding their silent communication as he nodded back.

At the corner of his eyes, he saw Sakura respectfully bowed to his father who looked at Sakura, nostalgia flooded in his eyes, and then Butsuma turned his head away, and walked away with his wooden sandals—he slowly went back to his room.

Itama could still hear his wooden sandals clicking.

"Your room, Itama-sama?" Her question snapped him off his trance.

He shook his head. "H—hai!" He spluttered, blushing at his embarrassment, and continuing their path to his room. The maid giggled.

They arrived at their destination.

What a night. Itama sighed as he plopped down on his futon. Ah, what do I do? I don't want to wake up everybody to find extra futon, and blankets for her... He thought while he snuggled in his thick blankets. I'll make room for her in my bed. It's quite small though... and highly inappropriate... What to do... He furrowed his eyebrows. "Sakura-san?"

Click. "Hm?" She slid the door closed, wanting the room to be bug free, warm and secure. Her orbs focused on Itama, waiting on his question.

"U—um, uh—I know i—it's inappropriate for t—two different genders to sl—leep with each other u—until they are m... m—married..." Itama wanted to die, he was stuttering like a mess. He sounded like the Hyuuga heiress when the Namikaze heir talked to her.

Sakura giggled as he felt his face heated up, slowly becoming red.

"It's fine, Itama-sama. I can sleep anywhere." Sakura cheerfully told him, making his redness disappear turning his face back to normal colour.

The clairvoyant furrowed his brows. "R—really?" She responded with a lighthearted nod. "Ah, o—okay then." He said as he snuggled in his blankets to find warmth. "U—um... c—could you get the light?" He peeked out of his blankets, staring at his new maid who nodded happily.

"Of course!" She chirped. Sakura elegantly sauntered to the candle then her lips puckered out as she blew it out, leaving a trail of smoke from the candle.

"Thank you..." Itama rubbed his eyes, making himself comfortable, he gathered his blankets to his form, and then dozed off. "Good night... Saku...ra-san..."

The maid smiled upon seeing him sleeping in such a vulnerable state, curled up in a ball like a herself that her master was still a child, but Sakura noticed how his eyes wanted to be an adult's. He need to understand to be patient. Itama-sama, make your childhood last, neh? Because, being an adult will take your purity.

The new servant, doing her job, tucked him in. There. So, you won't be coming down with a cold. She softly smiled then Sakura got up, and walked to wards the sliding door with her feet making no noise. Sakura kneeled down, palms rested on her laps as her back rested against the sliding door. The maid went still, and slowly closed her eyes as her last image was her new master's sleeping face.

"Good night, Itama-sama." Sakura whispered under her breath. Slumber took over the two people in the room, softly snoring in peace.

Tomorrow was a new day.


Queen Sapphire: Uuuhhhh... so... inspiration decided to take a new route. Yep. That's my excuse.