Author's Note : I had fun writing this chapter, and I am extremely sorry for the spelling mistakes. ^^;
Introduced Luxembourg(Noah), France(Francis),&Poland(Feliks) in this chapter and mentioned Turkey(Sadiq) and Cuba(Ismael).
Just so you know -
'Tak' is yes in Polish
'mon chere' is my dear in French
'głupi' is stupid in Polish
'Aucun' is no in French
'Au revoir' is goodbye in French
Everything was ready. All of Toris's belongings were packed, and there was nothing else left for him to do, he had already said his goodbyes to his comfortable home. Waiting for someone to come and get you wasn't as exciting as it seemed. But, at noon, a black van pulled up in front of Toris's house, just like his new boss had said.
A blond man wearing black pants and a white dress shirt made his way to Toris's front door and knocked. The brunette opened the door quickly.
"Hello, you must be Toris." The blond said, shaking Toris's hand and giving him a shy smile. "My name is Noah. Master Braginski sent me." The brunette could pick up a slight accent in Noah's voice, but couldn't tell where it was from.
"Hello Noah. I'll go get my things-"
"No, I'll help you." Noah's bluish-green eyes glinted as he smiled.
"Oh... well, okay."
Toris and Noah loaded his boxes into the back of the van. By 1:30 they were on the road, back to Master Braginski's mansion. Toris was the first to break the vehicle's awkward silence.
"So... where are you from, Noah?" Toris asked timidly.
Noah kept his eyes on the road. "Originally I am from Luxembourg."
"Really?"
"Yes." Noah nodded his head slightly. "And might I ask where you are from?"
"My brothers and I were born in the Baltic states. Our parents traveled a lot before we moved to London."
"So you were each born in a different country?"
"Yes, I was born first in Lithuania, Eduard second in Estonia, and Raivis last in Latvia."
"Interesting." Noah adjusted the rear-view mirror.
"Quite."
The van lapsed into silence again, but thankfully they were entering Master Braginski's estate, so the silence didn't last very long.
"Alright Toris," Noah started as he parked the car. "Sadiq, Ismael and I will bring your things to your room. Feliks," Noah pointed toward the front door of the house. "will give you a tour of the estate and give you the dining schedule and all that. He will also take you to Francis to give you your uniform and anything else clothes-related you might need."
"Thank you Noah." The brunette said as he exited the car.
"Ah, but thank you Toris. You'd best be on your way." Noah waved a Toris shyly. Toris gave his own timid smile in response and made his way to the front doors once more.
Toris knocked quickly. The doors were promptly opened by a small blond with green eyes that was about the same age as Toris, though the blond was at least three inches shorter. At first, Toris thought it was a young woman, seeing as the blond was wearing a black skirt. But Toris quickly realized it was a man.
"You must be Toris." The blond said, picking at the hem of his short skirt.
"Yes, I am. Are you Feliks?"
"Tak. Now, you must follow me through the house. And keep up, if you get lost I don't know when I'll, like, have a chance to send someone to find you." Feliks immediately began walking away from the brunette. "Come on, Toris. We don't have all day."
Toris followed the blond, keeping a few feet between them.
"You must know what goes on in this facility, so I have no need to explain it to you." Feliks said indifferently.
"Actually, I don't."
Feliks glanced at the brunette. "Then I'll leave that to your brother. I'm like, never doing the explaining again." The blond sounded annoyed.
"Why?"
"That's beside the point." Feliks took out a key card and inserted it into a door. "Do you, like, have one of these?"
"Yes." Toris showed the blond his card.
"That makes my job easier." He opened the door and Toris stepped through.
Feliks continued through a hall to their left and into a kitchen. He didn't pause.
"Breakfast is here at 6AM. Lunch is on your own accord, and dinner starts promptly at 8."
Toris thought it was strange that the kitchen was deserted.
They made their way up a flight of stairs.
"Master Braginski's room is through those doors and down the hall." Feliks pointed to the double doors direcly in front of them. "If he calls your room, you must answer and do whatever he tells you. No exceptions."
They continued their tour. Feliks showed Toris the grounds and various employee elevators located throughout the house. He also showed his the offices and how to use his key card to gain access to the internet and various files in the computer.
The tour was paused when they reached a small parlor in the West wing of the house.
"Francis is waiting for you in here. I'll be back in a while." Feliks walked off without another word, leaving Toris alone in the hall.
Toris entered the parlor and again it seemed like he was alone. But quiet rustling told the brunette otherwise.
Toris found himself face-to-face with a tall blond man with hair about the same length as his own, sapphire eyes, and sun-kissed skin. The blond - wearing the same black and white attire as everyone else he had seen - smiled widely.
"You are Toris, oui?" He asked in a heavy French accent. The brunette nodded. The blond man held out his hand. "I am Francis Bonnefoy."
"Hello Francis." Toris took the outstretched hand weakly.
Francis looked over Toris, using their connected hands to spin the brunette around completely. "You are shorter than I thought. Come, I must make a few adjustments."
"Adjustments to what?"
"Your uniform." Francis led the brunette through a small doorway into another room. In it was a small sewing table and sewing machine, along with a room separator and a wall covered in rolls of black fabric.
Francis thrust a small black bundle into Toris's hands.
"Try these on, I may need to hem the pants."
"How-?"
"Do not ask, simply put them on Toris." The blond gave Toris one of those I-know-what-I'm-talking-about looks. The brunette, although still a bit skeptical, went behind the room separator and put on the black slacks and jacket. He was surprised to realize they fit him perfectly.
"Come and let me see you Toris." Francis called.
Toris walked out from behind the room separator and fussed over the jacket, but Francis seemed delighted.
"I knew I got your waist measurments right! But the sleeves are a bit too long... a few centimeters off will do. The pants are too long also... maybe if I..." Francis bit his lip. The Frenchman pulled a platform out from under his sewing table along with some pins out of one of the drawers. "Stand on this for me, will you?"
Toris did as he was asked. The blond began to pin the hem of Toris's pants, humming all the while.
After a solid half hour of standing perfectly still for Francis, and being stabbed in the ankle when he did move, Toris was relieved to hear someone else enter the room. And to his surprise, it was Feliks.
"You, like, did a great job Francis." Feliks interrupted.
"Thank you Feliks." Francis mumbled, stepping back to see how Toris looked.
"He fits the part." Feliks said.
"Oui." Francis agreed. "Do you need to take him, my dear Feliks?"
"No, no, Francis. Take as long as you need. I'll just go check on... well, you know."
"But I am finished with him." Francis scratched his stubble covered chin. "He does not know, mon chere?"
"No... I leave that to his brother to explain." Feliks sighed. "Well Toris, like, get changed and I'll take you to your room.
"Okay." Toris changed quickly and handed the pants and jacket back to Francis.
"Thank you." Toris said quietly.
"Aucun mon chere, thank you. Au revoir!"
"Au revoir."
Toris followed Feliks out of the parlor and into another hallway, darker than the one Toris remembered when he entered the parlor a half hour ago.
"Where are we going?" Toris asked.
"Your room." Feliks replied, mumbling a quick "głupi" under his breath.
"Don't call me stupid." The brunette said, defiant.
"I had no idea that you would, like, understand me." Feliks sounded impartial to Toris's being offended. "Otherwise, I might not have said it."
"You might not have?" Toris put him hand on Feliks's shoulder and stopped. "What's your problem?"
Feliks turned around and looked fixedly into Toris's eyes. "I, like, don't have a problem. If there's something wrong with one of us, it's you. You're too polite for your own good." Feliks's emerald eyes bore into Toris's jade ones. "Now, would you like me to show you to your room, or let you find it on your own?"
Toris sighed and let his hand slide from the blond's shoulder. Feliks continued through the hall and Toris followed obediently.
They took an elevator to the third floor of the building and made their way through yet another hall. The walls were painted a deep red in this one though, and Toris thought it was a nice break from dark grey.
Feliks stopped in front of a door labeled 548.
"Open it." He said impatiently.
Toris took out his key-card and slipped it into the automated lock.
"Only your key can open the lock." Feliks explained. "Inside you will find your belongings unpacked and in your drawers. Feel free to re-arrange them if it makes you feel more comfortable. On the desk is your phone and a list of all the employees and their room numbers. All you have to do is type in the number of their room and your call will be re-routed to either their room or their designated work area. If someone does not answer, you can use the intercom system. The back of your key-card has the instructions." Feliks handed Toris a small ear piece. "That's the intercom. Don't lose it." Toris could see that Feliks had one in his ear as well, though the blond's shoulder-length tresses hid it partially. "Your wake up call is at 5:45 in the morning. Antonio will page you at about 7:45 so you can start heading down to the kitchen for dinner."
"And if I get lost?" The brunette asked.
"You won't. Like, the employee elevators, remember?" He pointed farther down the hall.
"Right."
Feliks walked back they way they had came.
Toris sighed and opened the door to his new room without a sound.