Mikan walked on the cold marble floors, clicking her heels in the castle. She awed as her eyes wandered to every little detail of the home. It was sparkling clean, and it's lightly colored walls and floors were still being cleaned even if it shined. Mikan could even see her reflection on the ceiling which had chandeliers of crystal in every room. Her and the three men walked into a kitchen and saw many women and men cleaning, cooking and just running around. Mikan sat on a tall stool and the men left her.
"What should I do now?" Mikan asked.
A woman with dark purple hair that went down to her waist sat across from Mikan and stared.
Mikan slowly moved her head back but the woman still stared. "Um… is there something wrong?"
The woman's dark purple eyes finally smiled and called over a man who brought a tray load of food. The food was set on the table, appetizers, soups, salads, main courses, and desserts lay in front of an amazed Mikan.
The woman put her elbows on the table and put her head on her hands. "Hello, my name is Mayu. I'm one of the maids here at this place. By the looks of it, you're Sakura Mikan. Why don't you eat?"
Mikan pointed to herself. "Me, eat all of this?"
Mayu nodded and looked at Mikan. "You now live in the Royal Families Residence and are going to be treated as—"
"As a working maid, like you," Mikan said.
"EH? You WANT to work as a maid? You know, most girls your age would be enthusiastic about being treated like this."
Mikan giggled. Then she opened her locket and pointed to her parents. "I was taught to always be helpful to the people around you. Even if it's just washing dishes or something big like taking care of a whole garden, I'll do it."
Mayu giggled too and pulled two forks from a plate. "You have a deal young lady. Now, your first job is to help me finish all this food that was made for a young brunette girl."
Mikan laughed in delight and took one of the forks. She saluted to Mayu and winked. "Understood!"
"Work, work, work, that's all you do!" Mayu whined. "Besides, cleaning the rooms is my job."
Mikan just opened another door and walked inside. She was cleaning all the rooms on the top floor, which was indeed Mayu's job. Mayu was free to help but Mikan snatched all the cleaning supplies since Mayu lied when she said she could help be a maid.
"Mikan… a seventeen year old like you should be happy that she's living under the roof of the prince. I'm twenty-four so it's too late for me to have fun, please let me do the work."
Mikan turned around and faced Mayu. The brunette was slightly sweating in her beige shorts and orange tank top. Mikan jumped up and down in a room with her orange shoes, all given to her by the Royal Family. Mikan nodded for no apparent reason which made her ponytail bob up and down. "Do you hear that?" Mikan asked.
Mayu cocked her head to the side. "Hear what?"
Mikan pointed to the ground. "The floor is made of wood."
Mayu sweat dropped and nodded slowly.
The brunette held out a sweeper to Mayu. "Clean it."
Mayu slump down. The truth is she was happy Mikan took her job. Mayu lazily grabbed the sweeper and did what Mikan told her. The two worked on the room for quite some time and were about to go to the other room but Mayu stopped.
"What are you waiting for? Rooms don't clean themselves." Mikan had her hands to her hips and pouted.
Mayu thought for a moment then remembered, "I have to clean the Prince's room."
"And so?"
"He'll be home from his and his father's meeting soon and will sleep in his room once he gets home."
Mikan smiled and replied, "That's not a problem. We'll clean it when we get to it."
Mayu looked the other way and faked a laugh. "The thing is… ehee… their coming home in 5 minutes… and I have to cook their lunch."
Mikan stood there smiling as a gust of wind came through the hall. "WHAT THE HELL?! YOU JUST REMEMBER THIS NOW? GO DOWNSTAIRS AND MAKE THEIR FOOD AND I'LL CLEAN THE DAMN ROOM!"
Mayu opened her mouth to protest but…
"DON'T TALK, WORK! GO NOW!"
Mayu ran out of sight in a flash and Mikan was left alone. The girl sighed and jogged to the Prince's room. She opened the door and began cleaning.
Meanwhile our Prince and his father were coming in the house. A bodyguard opened the double doors for them and they walked in. The King was the same man that came to Mikan's home to pick her up and his son had crimson eyes, black hair like his father, as tall as his father, though a little more muscular.
The two walked in and caught a glimpse of Mayu running to the kitchen. "Mayu-san!" the king called.
Mayu stopped and stared at the two. She quickly curtsied. "Yes, sir?"
The King walked up to Mayu and said, "In a rush to the kitchen are we?"
Mayu got up and blushed. "Ah…well, no… actually I was just in the kitchen and then I had to go upstairs… to uh… check up on Sakura-san… so…"
The King gave Mayu a do-you-think-I'm-that-stupid look. "How is Mikan? She's not cleaning again is she?"
"Um, of course not!"
Obviously, the King didn't believe her. "Never mind then, just prepare our meal please."
Mayu sighed in relief. "Hai, right away sir." She walked away.
The King looked to his son and glared. "Get ready for lunch. We will discuss your role as King later."
"Tch, I'm changing out of this high class wear." The boy jogged upstairs to his closet (which is in a different room).
The King sighed at his son. "Natsume-kun is such a hassle."
Natsume walked into his room and opened one of the double doors. He widened his eyes to see that the lights were already on and a girl his age was cleaning. "Um, excuse me miss?"
Mikan shot her head up to Natsume. She dropped her feather duster. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I'm done cleaning anyway." She looked at Natsume for quite a while. She couldn't see Natsume's face under his messy hair.
"What are you looking at?"
Mikan blushed and shook her head. "I'm so sorry, I'll leave now." Mikan turned and bent down to pick up her duster. I wonder who that is.
Natsume began to blush as he saw her smooth legs. He looked away and took one of Mikan's cleaning supplies. Mikan walked over to him and he handed it to her.
"Thank you very much!" Mikan smiled and took the supplies.
Natsume shrugged and blushed more as he saw her beautiful smile, the sweat on her face, her tank top that clung on to her body which gave an easy view to her curved figure and other things that are too descriptive.
Mikan left the room in a hurry and Natsume's eyes followed her. "Who… was that?"
