Birth of Lady Blue
Chapter 1: Excavation
The room was very cool. The hallways were decorated in a dreary 'under the sea'/'Victorian' style that make you believe that the walls were wet. The candles that ran down the long corridors added suspense to the slow drip of the sink in the background. Maids constantly entered and exited doors, stopping to look at the guest that slowly walked through. One of the maids accidentally bumps into this particular person, spilling water on her pink 'Halloween' styled dress. 'Oh My! I'm sorry!' whispered the maid. The maid had promised to reimburse the guest for the damages. The mysterious person reassured her that it was no worry. It would be extremely easy to fix. The guest continued to walk down the corridor, slowly gazing into a room as she passed. She also stopped at a window, staring out at the intense rain. Half of the her face lit up when the lightning struck, simultaneously, one of the maids had gotten spooked. The guest turned and smiled as they continued down the walkway. She could hear someone shouting orders from the other room. 'Madam would like Blanc de noirs!' The guest was familiar with that type of wine, although they preferred much sweeter beverages. The peculiar visitor slowly came to a halt at one of the closed doors. When they created the locking motion, the door suddenly became ajar. 'Come in!' said a voice from the room. The guest slowly sat down as a maid set down two drinks. 'I hope you enjoy them...' said that maid.
"Well! I was beginning to think you weren't going to show!" said a woman at a table who wore a large, pink, Victorian ball gown with a green sash that held pendants. "Have a seat!"
"How are you?" said the woman in the gown.
"Quite fine." said the guest. "Ha! Listen to me, sounding so formal. Tsk!"
"Truly!" said the woman. "You're quite whimsical, at least that's how I remember you..."
"Hm. I guess people can change..."
"Yes...,but what happened to your clothing? I'm sure that that didn't happen on your way to the estate..."
"Just an accident. Nothing to worry about, although, I do have somewhat of a distaste for unsatisfactory servants..."
"My apologies. So, are you ready to begin? I've prepared a glorious game to play!"
"Sure. I hope that I get something worthwhile out of this. It'd be a shame for me to lose my title so quickly..."
"Oh, Lambdadelta. I'm sure you'll be just fine."
"Let's begin."
The women sat at the table, slowly moving chess pieces around. Maids had passed by the room, wondering how they could stare so intently at a game board. A few of the maids stopped and stared.
"Madam is quite odd, don't you think?" said one maid.
"Yeah. Just as weird as her guests." said the other.
"Why do you think she invites people here? I mean, they always leave with a blank, soulless look. What do you think she does after she closes the door?'
"Poor servants." says the woman with the pink ball gown. "Those fools don't think that I can hear them!" she whispered to Lambdadelta.
"How foolish! BACK TO WORK!" said Lambdadelta in a raised voice.
The women could hear the servants scurry away. The woman in the pink ball gown slowly shut the door. Maids continuously walked by the room, listening to the women laugh. This had been the longest Madam had kept any guest over to her home, according to one of the maids. The women had rest the chessboard several times after the victory of the guest. Part of their deal was, that Madam would have an infinite amount of chances to defeat her guest and she only had to defeat her guest once to win. The rules were unfair, yet fair. For each time that the guest won, they received belongings of Madam. Lambdadelta had received 5 items and planned for her sixth. They played; Lambdadelta had already gained four Queens on the chessboard.
"Wow," said Madam. "Your Magic of Certainty truly confounds me."
"Well. I don't like to lose. Hehehehahahaha!"
"How about this?" said Madam. "I'll create something for you."
"Hnn? What would that be?"
"Someone who's powers could match yours."
"Do you really think that's possible? I guess."
"Of course, give me time to make your companion mature. I'm sure that they will provide infinite pleasure for you."
"O-Of course..."
Lambdadelta got up from her seat and slowly made her way to the door. She stopped and called by to Madam.
"Oh and Featherine? Don't disappoint me. Hehehe!"
She quickly danced out of the room, jubilance radiating from her. The maids that watched her skip down the hallway wondered how this specific guest left with as much as an emotion on her face.
Featherine had woken up especially early today because today would be the day that she finally decides on a secretary. This wasn't really going to be a secretarial job, she just wanted someone to mess with whenever she got 'writer's block'. But she couldn't go searching the city for a helper yet, not without attending her latest book signing. She had written a story about these poor little kids in London who lived their lives as thieves and beggars, looking for that night's meal. The book was popular with most English teachers and more articulate youths. She would be glad to see the range of people she had coming to talk about her book. She wore a long brown dress that had three white ruffles going through it. She also wore a sash that bore a green pendant in the middle with a pearl necklace with a ruby in the middle. She also wore a half length vanilla coat. She acquired her tag that read 'Ikuko Hachijo' and left her mansion.
Ikuko and her driver set their sights on the city of Tokyo. She gazed at the billboards and the signs with happiness. As she pulled up to the building, she noticed the extent of her fans when the line waiting to get inside wrapped around the building. She sighed an uneasy sigh considering that she would have to sign all of their books. Ikuko's car stopped in front of the hall and as she got out of the car, everyone began to cheer. She smiled when she saw a sign that read 'I love you, Ikuko!'. Ikuko went onto the pedestal and the multitude of spectators and everyone went silent.
"Hello, everyone!"
All of the people screamed for Ikuko's few words. She continued her speech, discussing what inspired her to write this book and how she had an encounter with a plagiarist. She also talked about symbolism and injuries that occur within her characters. She answered questions that people needed to have answered so that they could better enjoy her book.
After all of her speech, she migrated to a desk where she began to sign the books of her fans. She began to frown when she realized that she had forgotten her favorite Tohya pen. All of her sadness was gone when her driver handed her that same pen that she thought she had not brought. Her gratitude was shown when she whispered, 'I'm glad that I hired him.'
Ikuko had been signing for two hours straight when she sat her hand down and drooped her head. When she finally lifted her head, she realized that she only had two people left.
"Who am I making this out to?" said Ikuko.
"Hitsuji. Just Hitsuji!" said the girl.
"That's it?"
"Yes! Hitsuji! Hi-tsu-ji!"
"Okay. And how about you? Yes, you with the long blue hair?"
"Umm..." whispered the girl.
"Who? And...how old are you? You must be way to young to process my book."
"No! I understand it. Especially how you were referring to how you are Japanese, yet you were raised in Paris and were very poor. You also illustrated how you climbed to success, becoming a wealthy author. A-At least that's what I got from it..."
"You're quite an intelligent young lady. How old are you? What is your name?"
"I'm 10 years old and my name is R... Well...you can call me whatever you like...I-If that's okay..."
"Hmm... How about you be my secretary?"
"I...would love that!"
Ikuko took the girl home with her and they stopped at the mansion. Ikuko got out of the car but the girl was reluctant to move.
"What's wrong?" said Ikuko.
"Umm...that's a really big house...I mean...nothing! I-I'm fine!"
Ikuko swiftly went into the house and returned with a few things. The girls were ushered into their car and headed to Osaka, Japan. When they arrived, they watched the maids and servants file out of the house to greet them. This was one of Ikuko's smallest staffs of servants.
"Is this more comfortable?" asked Ikuko.
"Y-Yes!" said the girl.
"Now about your name..."
"You can pick it!"
"For now...how about 'Tohya'? I think it'll fit until I find something much more suitable."
"Okay."
While Tohya marveled at the knew clothes that she was given, Ikuko laughs and drinks to her most outstanding luck. She was happy because she found a diamond in a rut, without excavating the entire stone called Tokyo.