Chapter One
"Wow, it's so beautiful," I breathed as I stepped outside of the airport and into the fresh air of the city, Venice. I looked around taking everything in, greedily. "Grandpa was right, this is way better than I'd thought it would be." Then I noticed the guy in all black with a sign. It was written in Japanese, of course, and it had my name on it 'Airi Hoshina-chan.' I picked up my bags of luggage and managed to get over there in a huff. "I'm Airi Hoshina," I said in Japanese, the guy holding the sign looked confused. I decided to try again, this time in English. "I'm Airi Hoshina."
"Oh okay, right this way Miss Hoshina," he said taking my luggage and placing it on the trolley beside him, "I am your chauffeur." Then he started off in the direction of the parking lot, knowing I would follow.
"Umm, Mr. Chauffeur, could you tell me the name of the guy I'll be working for," I asked timidly, "my grandparents wouldn't tell me anything,' I said with a slight huff which I'm sure I heard him chuckle at.
"His name, Miss Hoshina, is Astale Ei Daemonia Eucharistia Aram, but unless he tells you otherwise you will address him as Young Master Aram," he said as he opened the limo door for me. I slid in and he gently shut the door behind me and he took his place behind the wheel, "he is 17 years old, just 3 months younger than yourself, and he is umm, oh how do I put it, he is quite...intriguing as you will no doubt find out." I looked at his face which was in a humorous smirk.
"He also has an older brother who comes to visit quite often, pretty much a daily basis, and he is 23 and resembles Young Master Aram to where it is almost identical." I nodded at the information I was willing my brain to remember.
"And the grandmother," I asked, "will I be serving her as well,' I inquired hesitantly. He looked at me with a weird smiler.
"They really didn't tell you anything, did they," he asked, rhetorically, shaking his head, "No, you will not be serving her, you are the personal caretaker of Young Master Aram."
"Okay, that seems bearable...now will you tell me your name," I asked with a small smile at him. He chuckled at the change in topic.
"My name, Miss Hoshina, is Razulade....but you can call me Razul," he said tipping his hat towards me while keeping both eyes on the road.
"Well, Razul, you can just call me Airi...can I ask you one question," I sighed, relaxing against the comfortable leather seat.
"You never asked before, but go ahead," he asked his dark eyebrows furrowing as he concentrated on the road.
"You're not from around here are you," I asked nonchalantly but really studying his expression from beneath my "closed" lashes. He smiled at my question.
"No, as you will soon find out...neither is Aram, I mean Young Master, we are from a very distant place that I highly doubt you have ever heard of...or could even find on the globe," he said darkly. I didn't want to know what the evil-like chuckle was for so I pretended not to notice and kept up the facade of "sleeping." While keeping up the pretense I actually did fall asleep and before I knew it I was being shook awake.