AN: Hello everyone, I have already completed this story but I intend on revising it. So to begin the revision, here's the first chapter. Rewritten only the the extent of making more sense... and all around more better.
Real World Changes.
Opening the double white doors to the familiar bedroom an older looking man entered and walked to the red curtains that shielded the bedroom from the light of day, creating a red overcast appearance.
The curtains flew open, the jingling of the metal rings against the metal pole was enough to wake an average person up, but not this lump underneath the mountain of covers.
"Time to wake up Miss Takagami." The rather tall older man said to the lump in the quilts who groaned and rolled in protest.
He sighed with a grin. "No time for games this morning Miss Takagami. Your mother is planning a soiree and I must prepare with the house maids." He answered the groans.
Approaching the bed, the man clicked on a lamp overhead of the bed and tapped gingerly on the lump in the quilts.
"It is already eight thirty. I have let you sleep in past your Mother's wishes as it is, so get up and brush your teeth and comb your hair. The house maids will have your attire ready before the guests arrive." The man lightly pulled the covers down to reveal the short black hair of the Takagami child.
"A few more minutes Louis..." The black haired lump moaned.
"I have given you two hours more as I said. Now wake up Riya Takagami and prepare for the day." He pulled the covers down enough to see the curled up lump in the quilts as a young girl who was barely awake.
"Fine." She pushed herself up as her joints whined with pops themselves.
"Very good Miss Takagami. I will prepare your breakfast. What would you like?"
"I'll just snatch some cereal, thanks." The groaning lump stood.
Louis smiled. "Not while I am alive Miss Takagami. You will have a real breakfast. Eggs, bacon, biscuits and hashbrowns."
"I don't want a big breakfast though..." She shuffled lazily to the bathroom door. "Can't I just have cereal?"
"I will have Tammy begin cooking." Louis walked back to the room door. "And good morning Miss Takagami."
"What's so good about it?" She entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Louis' smile disappeared, "Honestly Miss Takagami, I do not know anymore." He spoke to himself as he exited the room.
Like every other basic Saturday morning, Riya brushed her teeth, took a shower, combed her hair, and dressed in a style that could only ever be described as Riya's Style being that there was no real name that could be given for it. Not even eccentric, outlandish, or even thought out.
The sounds of her two thin sterling silver necklaces jingled together, making a familiar sound that one could relate to a bell... or the red morning curtains being flown open.
Black Hello Kitty slippers reached the hardwood floor of the kitchen after walking tiredly down two flights of stairs.
Having a habit of creating a certain contrast between anybody else and herself and liking it. Riya scanned the kitchen for whom was in it, only discovering two house maids, Tammy and Adelaide who normally dressed in a leisurely fashion that almost made it seem like they lived there.
"Good morning Miss Takagami." Tammy greeted first as she took Riya's breakfast and set it on the table. "Yes, good morning." Adelaide nodded her head as she continued putting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Cola."
Tammy smiled. "Silly, that's not a breakfast drink. How about some orange juice?"
"Fine." Riya shrugged it off and began eating her breakfast.
Just like Louis said, eggs, bacon, biscuit, and hashbrowns. That was certainly the head butler for you. A man of this word.
Devouring the meal before her and chugging down the juice Tammy set for her, Riya finished stood and walked away as the house maids picked up the dishes and put them where they belong, in the dishwasher.
Bored out of her mind already, Riya contemplated what game she should play? What new collectors items could she buy? And neither seemed like enough of a game to find enjoyment out of and no limited edition collectors item seemed worthy (or expensive) enough to buy.
Though she concluded that all the games she owns were now miserable that she had defeated them multiple times, she still shifted through them, hoping to come across one game that would spark some interest in her.
The only one she could find ended up being Elder Scrolls: Oblivion.
Not particularly interested in playing it she put it in, started the console up and began doing exactly what would be expected from Riya, the typical bad guy lover she was.
Destroying towns and villages then pillaging innocents homes.
Riya found her only enjoyment at watching people come at her with such ferocity and then dispose of them as easily, like they were all damaged goods.
Even though the characters in the games Riya played were not real and in no way feel pain or pleasure, it was still a defining trait. One that Riya often relished in.
Previously stated, Riya was a bad guy lover and found her thrills in being said villain.
Riya relished in innocent lives lost and more so the insanely shrill sounds of the townsfolk as they either fled their homes or attempted to stop her rampage in which they, coincidentally, met their end with the blunt and powerful swing of a large hack from a Dwarven Battleaxe. One of her many trademark favorites.
Though Riya often found herself lost in her own multi-dimensional fantasy and science fictional worlds, in the real world, Riya was a rich, pampered daughter of a certain successful companies CEO. Who, needless to say, was paid more then he was truly worth.
At the same time, Riya's Mother spent her time as an assistant to a very expensive man, known to Riya as the "Mystery Boss" since he was a private contractor and Riya's Mother was not allowed to speak of it. Though Riya was pretty sure her Mother was having an affair with the "Mystery Boss."
Besides their work, Riya's parents were never the loving, caring, time spending type. They hired maids and butlers to do that for them.
The only time Riya spent with her parents were when her Father talked about cars in their garage collection, or when her Mother was doing work for the "Mystery Boss" on her computer and ranted on about what she was doing.
To the point Riya did not know her legal guardians well and honestly did not much care to know them.
Riya lived in a large, expensive home on Malibu's famous coast which was cared for by the minimum wage maids and butlers.
The beautiful sky blue home was four storey's and consisted of dozens of rooms, some unnecessary even. Mostly all of them seeing how it's residents, more like owners, were often whisked away on some business matter and all that was left was it's caretakers, the maids and butlers, and the child of the owners.
Rich, conceited, pampered. Riya was all these things and more, but nothing was a benefit. All of Riya's likes were negative personality traits, things that other people would despise to be around but find an excuse seeing how Riya was indeed only fifteen, sixteen next month.
Yet, through all the drawbacks Riya agreed with and found pleasure in them. All of them. Creating a personality of ego, pompous behaviour and a drastically damaging trait called a pedestal.
REVISED.
