Chapter 2: Roald and the 12 months!
[In case you haven't noticed, I switched towards the end in chapter 1 from a third person perspective to a first person perspective. For the remainder of the story, I will write in first person since it comes to me more naturally]
Before long we reached the front entrance and stood before two large stone doors. Maybe they were metal, I couldn't tell. I attempted to push them open, but to no avail. Perhaps it can only be opened from the inside? As I pondered this, the tall man pushed open the doors with ease. My jaw dropped. How can this stick of a person physically push these doors that are about 5 times taller than he is? Well there goes my "overpower him" idea if I wanted to get away.
He led me into the castle's main hall. My eyes widened with astonishment. It was a huge hall, red carpet decorating the floors like elegant paved roads going into the various rooms. At the far end were marble staircases with red carpet fastened atop the marble. There also seemed to be a somewhat large but old-style elevator in-between the two staircases. This elevator seemed to be old, but judging by the lack of any pulley system above it (oh, the elevator shaft was see-through glass), I figured it must run off the somewhat new magnetism technology discovered in 2024.
These elevators aren't foreign to me. In fact, all of Japan, Europe, and America have adopted these elevators in newer buildings and have replaced most of the old elevators with the newer style ones. They use highly charged magnets to elevate the cabin up, and low voltage magnets to slowly allow the cabin to drop. It is much more energy efficient, and ever since a group of scientists invented Tesla Electronics (wireless electricity components), it has been easier than ever to make elevator cabins completely free of wires or cables.
"Welcome back Roald!" a childish voice rang through the halls. The tall man sighed and turned to his right. A young girl, probably 9 or 10, started running up to the tall man. So I'm assuming the tall guy is named Roald. I looked at the little girl. She had short black hair that reached her upper back, a sweater that barely fit her, and a very innocent and childish expression. Was this his daughter? If so, it'd be weird to call one's father by his first name…
[Bio: Roald. Roald is something of a mystery, but we do know a few things about him. He is somewhere between 9 and 10 feet tall, though no one really knows his true height because he neglected to tell anyone and no one is tall enough to get a tape measure up to his head. His weight is also a mystery, though rumors say based on the force he exerts on the ground that he must be between 100kg and 130kg (220.4-286.6 lbs). Roald is also known to be the most feared man in the world due to his combat expertise and pain tolerance towards fists, which makes him the perfect body guard. He also is very knowledgeable in marketing and accounting.]
"Kishi, this is January. She is the youngest of the 12 goddesses." Wait…GODDESSES? What the hell? You're telling me this little child who looks like she'd cry if a ladybug died…is a goddess? "Hey, how are you January?" I asked her. She held onto Roald's hand tightly and hid behind him, which didn't do her much good considering how thin he is. After a couple seconds she shyly whispered "H…h-hi…" then hid her face behind Roald. The act made me laugh slightly, but then curiosity hit me. "So where are the other 11? What are they like?"
Roald scratched the back of his head and told me "you'll meet the rest in due time. If they are interested in meeting you, they'll say something. Your designated room for the time being is the door right of the right stairway. My room is left of the left stairway". Well that makes sense; keep an eye on the guy you met not even two hours ago.
[Bio: January. January has short black hair that is short in the front and slightly longer in the back. She is 10 years old, the most innocent of her sisters. She enjoys playing childish games, like tag or hide-and-seek with Roald and her sisters, and loves cupcakes. Her biggest pet peeve is seeing her sisters in distress. She stands at a petite 3'10" (116.8cm). She excels at arts and crafts.]
I headed to my room to set my stuff down, January questioning Roald who "the new guy was". I ignored it and went into the room, setting my bag down. Inside was another girl, this one much older with dirty blonde hair that falls to her waist. Two locks flow towards the front over her chest. I would place this girl in her late 20's.
"O-oh, hi. You must be the new guest? I'm just finishing up here, putting away your clothes." My clothes? I took a look, and while they weren't the clothes I had packed or left back home in Japan, they were my kind of style, so wearing them wouldn't be a nightmare.
"Ah…th-thanks. My name is Kishi. I'll be staying here temporarily, according to Roald." After I said this, she smiled slightly, and then let out a small laugh. Her laughing was adorable. She turned to me and whispered "he just says that, but if you are kind to us, he may urge you to stay with us. It's very dangerous out there, and a cute boy like you wouldn't last very long."
I wasn't sure if I should be flattered that someone thinks I'm cute, or offended that she thought I could not defend myself. She then stood in the doorway to my new, small bedroom (about half the size of a studio apartment), and turned around. "My name is August; it is a pleasure to meet you!"
[Bio: August, age 30. August is the caretaker of her younger siblings, acting as a mother figure. She carries a lot of maturity in comparison with even her older sisters, but still finds herself being overly curious about everything and anything. She finds herself caring deeply for January, going out of her way to prepare special meals for her upon request. She stands at 5'5" (165.1cm), and also wears a D cup sized bra. Her area of expertise is home economics, and economics in general.]
She walked out of the room leaving me in peace. Oddly enough with the sudden rise of commotion in the hallway, once the door closed there was dead silence. It was almost deafening. I looked around the room. It was lit by a soft, warm glow that came from the ceiling. No, they weren't exactly light bulbs, but more like…giant powerful glow sticks that never went out. I've seen them being developed at Tokyo University, but they were still in the beta stage. How did these people get a hold of something like this?
It didn't take long for me to lie down and start unpacking the stuff I had in my backpack before someone burst through my door, scaring me shitless. A girl slightly younger than August sporting red hair slightly longer than mine stood in the doorway, standing in a threatening pose. I instantly could tell this girl was no stranger to combat, even my training in judo would be no match for her. "Listen up buttercup, if you harm anyone in this house, I will throw you into a living hell until you beg for death! GOT IT?!" I gulped hard and nodded, too scared to speak. The girl then smiled and softly said "Good boy. If you need a bodyguard, ask Roald. If he's busy, ask March. If March is busy, then I guess you can bother me. Name's July. Fun meeting you." She promptly stormed out.
[Bio: July. July has short red hair. She can be bossy and short-tempered. July also yells a lot and has a tendency to be very sarcastic and jokingly pessimistic. She is addicted to fighting, sometimes leaving the castle to stir up trouble. However when she is calm and happy, she can be quite cute. She wears a C cup and stands at 5'9" (179.3cm). Her scholastic fields of expertise include anatomy, physiology, kinesiology, and biology.]
I guess she was the protector of the bunch, so no surprise there. I felt drained from all that happened and could barely produce any emotion from being so exhausted. I promptly locked the door, and fell on my bed, but not before undressing to my boxers and crawling under the sheets. It took me no longer than two minutes to be in a deep sleep. If I was any deeper in my sleep, psychologists would probably discover a new stage in the sleep cycle, like omega waves or something.
While asleep, my brain decided to point out that clocks were not present anywhere I looked. My mind tends to recall things while asleep that I may have missed when I'm tired. I also noticed that the one to two hours I was outside consisted of constant darkness on a full moon. The moon did not move at all from its position, leading me to conclude that night is always present in this world. If that was the case, it would explain why Roald said that the outside world is dangerous. If he had said "dangerous at night", that would lead me to think there was a morning, but the implication he hinted at felt like he meant to say "dangerous all the time".
As my brain raced through these thoughts, I felt a sense of uneasiness. I felt as if…someone was watching me. I wanted to wake up to check, but my mind was too exhausted and kept me asleep. I typically get these feelings when my mother stands in my room, wondering if it is safe to wake me up or not. But I knew my mother wasn't in this world. What my gut feeling told me was that someone else that I haven't met yet was in the room, watching me.
Before long I woke up facing the wall. That nagging feeling of being watched did not go away, and upon focusing my ears, I heard breathing other than mine. Yeah, someone else was right behind me. But there was no threat to the presence. I remained on guard and decided to check…stealthily. My arms were both in front of me, and I still had my watch on. My watch was covered by a plate to prevent scratches, and upon flipping the plate up, there was a mirror. I slowly reached to the switch to flip the mirror up, but right as I was about to hit the switch…
"So you're awake at last…about time!" A mature, seductive voice echoed through the room. I quickly pressed the switch, springing the plate/mirror upwards. In the mirror I saw the gentle mature face of a lady with white hair. She seemed to be about middle-aged, but she had no wrinkles or marks. Intrigued, I calmly turned around, deciding she isn't a threat. July must have jump started my nerves for me to be this much on edge. I closed my watch as I sat upright.
In front of me was a white-haired lady wearing an elegant dress. She seemed to dress like a queen from the English Victorian era, complete with white gloves that went up to her upper arm. She smiled sweetly and spoke softly. "Welcome to Megami Castle. I hope my sisters did not cause you too much grief. My name is December, and you are our honored guest." She leaned in, her giant boobs pressing against my chest. Thankfully I wasn't too much of a pervert, so it didn't throw me off too hard. She stared into my eyes, her face literally an inch from mine, at most. "You must be a prince, to be so handsome and young. My…if you were older I might fall for you!" She backed away slowly, smiling. A drop of sweat rolled down my right intercostals. She stood up and proceeded to leave. As she opened the door and exited she left me with one chilling sentence "Or maybe…you're into older women?"
[Bio: December, age 42. December has long, flowing white hair that reaches her hips and acts like a queen, but isn't spoiled. She tries to dress elegantly and cares very deeply for January. An expert in fencing, she wields a rapier when going outside for self-defense. She also has the largest chest out of all the sisters, sporting an H cup, but wears tight bras to make it seem smaller when outside her bedroom. She stands at an height of 6'2" (188cm). December may not appear like it, but she excels in philosophy, sociology, and sex education.]
*Cla…Da* the door closed. Wait…was she inviting me to date her? She isn't bad looking for a milf-…GAH! What the hell am I thinking? She isn't bad for an older lady. THAT'S WHAT I SHOULD BE THINKING! I got out of bed and realized that the whole time I was speaking to her, I was practically naked except for my upper thighs and family jewels. My face flushed red with embarrassment. Crap, not even a full 24 hours here and someone saw me indecently! What the hell, I even locked the door!
It then hit me. She's likely the queen of this castle, so she probably has a master key of some sort. Well in all honesty, it IS kind of her fault she snuck in like that. Nevertheless, I got up feeling much better rested and got dressed, putting my old clothes in the laundry basket just beside the door. I checked my phone and noticed I had no signal. Figures. Surprisingly, there was a wifi network here. It was called… "Headshot420"? Is there a gamer in this castle? Weird. I tried connecting, but of course it has to be password protected. No point in guessing if I don't know for sure. I opened the front door and headed out into the hallway. I sure was hungry…
