Click, clack, click, clack. . .
A set of tiny footsteps echo up the winding driveway before pausing, followed by a soft knock on the heavy double doors standing twice as tall as an average man. Several sets of ears perk up, curious about the owner of those rare, foreign steps.
After a long moment of silence, the doors creek open ever so slightly and a large, round teal colored eye peers inside followed by a sweet, soft voice, "Hello? Is there anybody home?"
Another long pause without an answer. Slowly the doors are pushed open and a dainty white-heeled shoe steps inside with a click. A beautiful, petite girl with smooth, perfectly clear porcelain skin blinks her large eyes nervously.
As she takes another small step inside calf-length, teal twintails cascade around her, the silky strands moving like water and brushing the soft fabric of her elegant white dress.
The only hint of color on the beautiful young woman besides her vibrant eyes and hair is the faint rosy pink of her cheeks and lips and the tiny red stone hanging off a thin silver chain around her neck. The girl proceeds slowly through the grand stone castle, glancing around curiously at the decor.
As far as the girl could see dark wood, gray stone, deep crimson, and pale silver were the prefered colors throughout. The girl raises her voice slightly, "I don't mean to intrude. . . my family sent me to live here. Is anyone home?"
A spark of curiosity travels through the castle like fire and the girl's slender fingers tighten unconsciously on her leather traveling bag. A pair of white teeth gleam in the shadows and soft fingertips brush the girl's cheeks as a strong presence forms behind her.
Blinking in surprise, the girl turns her head, her eyes widening further as she catches a glimpse of a handsome man with messy azure hair and matching sharp eyes smiling at her, tilting her chin up slightly, "Well now, how did such a delicate little thing come to stand inside our home?"
Although visibly surprised, the girl manages to maintain her image, "O-oh. Please, do you live here? My name is Hatsune Miku and I was sent to live here in this castle . . ."
"Really? I haven't heard any news of a guest. . . you are quite the pretty one though," he brushes his nose to her neck, taking a deep breath and pressing his lips to her throat softly, "and you smell so sweet."
Miku gasps, the faintest rosy blush brushing her cheeks, "W-what do you mean by that?"
The man twirls her around, releasing one of her hands to bow before her, "Pardon my manners. My name is Shion Kaito, and I am indeed a resident of this castle. I heard nothing of your arrival however, perhaps we could discuss it over tea?"
The girl bites her lip carefully, "That would be quite nice."
The man smiles, taking her by the hand and leading her towards a winding flight of steps. His head, tilted at an angle, prevents Miku from seeing the faint, devious smirk forming on his lips.