I awoke to the sound of someone banging on my door. "Oi, girl! Wake up! The Family's going to awaken in about an hour, so hurry!" Ugh. Another day another breadcrumb. I stumbled out of bed, taking a quick moment to admire the pretty dawn that hung in the sky, and quickly dashed over to my closet, where white dresses made of rough fabric hung, and dirty, brown, leather sandals rested against the rough, splintery, wooden wall.
I grabbed a dress and pair of sandals and quickly put them on. I combed through my hair with a wooden comb (and almost got splinters in my head), quickly parted it to the side, and ran out of the room. Great. I probably only had a half hour to make the Young Master's breakfast and tea so I could eat briefly and be there when he woke up.
As I entered the kitchen, I spotted my brother. I quickly went over towards him and put a teakettle on the stovetop, almost forgetting to turn up the heat in my haste.
"You're up late, Naminé." My brother observed. He had honey blond hair that spiked mostly to the side, semi-tan skin, and bright electric blue eyes like mine. He was wearing the male slave uniform, a pair of burlap pants, the same sandals as me, and a white long-sleeved t-shirt that hung loosely against his thin, almost emaciated, frame.
I took this all in briefly before speaking. "Not my fault. Luxord was out drinking again last night and woke me up about fifteen minutes ago." I replied as I turned around and dashed to the refrigerator, almost tripping up another servant, I mean, slave, along the way. I quickly helped steady his stack of dishes before going on.
"Sorry, Dem!" I yelled over my shoulder, running along. This slave had dirty blond hair styled in some kind of mullet-thing, and sea green eyes.
"'s'all right, Nams." He called back as he continued.
I quickly pulled out some apple butter and grabbed bread, which I sliced thickly in a hurry. I popped it in the oven, and then whirled around again to grab some freshly-made biscuits, thanking whatever gods were out there that those were currently there.
I grabbed a silver tray and several small china plates, a silver teacup and spoon, and a teabag and dashed over to where the toasted bread was. I set it on one of the plates, spread apple butter over it, poured the hot water into the teacup over the teabag, grabbed a few sugar cubes, set the biscuit on another plate, and looked around for the perfect last touch to the Young Master's breakfast.
I noticed all the other slaves. There was Luxord, an older man with white blond hair cut short, and a small goatee, Demyx, who I described earlier, and Larxene, a slave girl in her twenties with yellow-blonde hair that was chin length and had two strands styled like antennae, turquoise eyes, and light-colored skin.
"Hey, Naminé," I head a familiar voice call, and turned to see my and my brother's close friend by one of the stovetops. This man, in his early-to-mid twenties, had fire red hair that was put in slicked-back spikes, emerald green eyes, really pale skin, and two upside-down triangle tattoos.
"Hey, Axel." I said, dashing up to him, balancing the tray as I went. "What's up?"
"Just cooking some ham for the Master. You need something, don't you? Here." He put two warm, juicy slices on the last plate. "There you are. And take a biscuit for yourself. So, who'd you get today?"
"The Young Master." I replied, somewhat bitterly.
"Ah. I got Mistress Xion. Roxas got Master Vanitas."
"Like usual." I sighed and grabbed a biscuit. "I don't get it. What's so special about us that the Family wants to see us every morning?"
Axel sighed to himself as I bit into the biscuit. I swallowed and spoke. "Well, I'd better hurry so the Young Master wakes up to a warm, fresh, breakfast. Bye, Axel. See you later."
"Bye Naminé."
I took the slaves' stairs two at a time and kept running until I made it to the Young Master's bedroom. One look told me that thankfully, he was still sleeping soundly. A glance at the clock told me it was time to wake him up.
I set the tray on his bedside table, threw the curtains aside to let in the light of the sunrise, and moved to the mass of sheets and blankets. "Master?" I whispered, shaking him gently. "Master, it's time to wake up. The Mistress's orders." He groaned incoherently, so I gently shook him again. I was shocked when he grabbed my wrist, turned his head to face me, and glared.
"Don't touch me, you filthy slave." He growled, eyes fierce and practically had his teeth bared.
I didn't lose my temper. "Master, it's breakfast time."
The Young Master rolled over. "I don't want a breakfast made by a dirty slave." He groaned. I was somewhat used to his complaining, but it still annoyed me to no end.
I grit my teeth lightly, and unclenched them so I could talk again. "I'll leave your breakfast by your bed, Master. Just remember to be dressed in an hour. The Mistress says that's when you start your lessons."
The Young Master said nothing, so I took my leave. I should've expected this. He calls me 'filthy', refuses to eat while I'm there, but later another slave brings back the tray and dishes, the food eaten. This person brought me pain. But he also brought me hope. It's confusing. But when I first started serving him about ten years ago, he didn't so much as look at me. Now he speaks to me. It may just be insults, but it's progress.
I took one last look at the young man who caused me so much sorrow, and said one last thing: "Well, have a good day, Master Sora."
Word Count Chapter 1: 302
WC Chapter 2: 1001
Total: 1303
Destiny: So here's HawkRider's 100 Themes of Impossible Love Challenge. I did a double-post because the other chapter/prologue was so short. Please enjoy and review!
