-Morning

After waking up, as usual, at five o'clock sharp, I pulled my faded white robes around my skinny shoulders tightly. Whoever thought that such a grand house would be so freezing in the morning? Slipping out the door, I ran to the kitchen and gaped at how large it was…and how messy. Obviously, Lussuria does not have a habit of cleaning after cooking, and so messy bowls and other random items were lying throughout the place. Several large refrigerators stood lined up against the wall, and as I pulled them open one by one.

"…meat…"

"…fishy…"

"….veggies…"

"…wine…?"

In the cabinets, I found a whole lot of rice, noodles, spices…with this amount of food, I can start a restaurant!

"So, what should I cook today for breakfast?" I mused softly, thinking over the recipes I know. Perhaps…fresh water trout with mint grass salad, lightly buttered scones and some red tea? Hmm…that would be nice…only there aren't any scones here and there isn't the time to make some! Perhaps buttered toast instead? No…that is so…lowly…Finally, I decided to make some French bread. Even though today's breakfast is English, French bread would go great with it. So, pulling out the ingredients, I started defrosting the trout and pulling out spices for the mint salad. Ok, now…to work!

-6:00AM

I was lost in my thoughts, mixing egg and milk together for the French bread, so I did not hear anyone come in.

"Why are there…fish scales in the sink?"

"AH!" I gasped, startled, almost toppling the bowl over. I had not heard anyone come in, and did not expect anyone to wake up so early. Staring at the sink in disbelief was Levi, in green striped pajamas. I would have laughed, but if I did, I would spill the bowl. "They're from the trout…I didn't know that anyone would be up so early, so…breakfast's not done yet! Sorry!"

"What are you doing with trout?" Levi asked, turning to face me. Because Mistress always said that you have to face the person you're talking to, I turned to face him only to see his face burn red and him choking on his coffee. "For heavens sake…woman…put on your clothes properly!"

"Eh…" After getting so used to living with only Mistress, I had forgotten that the inhabitants of this house is not used to having a girl, a female living with them. How immature. But for their sake, I pulled my PJs tighter around me. "The trout is for breakfast…"

"Fish for breakfast?" Levi asked in surprise, looking at me oddly. Why is he looking at me oddly? Fish for breakfast is perfectly normal!

"Well there isn't only trout," I said hurriedly. What if he thought that there is only trout? "I'm also making mint grass salad, French bread and red tea…or is that not enough?"

"…" What is it with him and his weird stare? He didn't say much more, but walked out of the kitchen muttering about fish. What…what if he doesn't like fish? Oh well, too bad for him…! Shrugging, I resumed making breakfast. Dipping pieces of bread into the eggy mixture, I placed them on the frying pan and in the meanwhile checked on the fish. The sweet aroma of fresh trout drifted to my nose, and I sprinkled some spices on it…yum…Now all is missing is the mint grass salad, for the red tea is already cooking!

-7:30A.M

This time, I was sure to listen for any source of sound so I wasn't quite as surprised when I saw Mammon shuffle into the kitchen.

"For messing up the kitchen, you have to pay a fee," he suddenly announced, taking a seat on the counter.

"Mammon, I wasn't the one who messed it up…it was Lussuria," I told him, stirring the red tea. Taking a little pinch of sugar, I sprinkled it in. That should make it sweet enough for them…

"Lussuria is still sleeping," Mammon commented, and held up a calculator that seemed…much wider than a normal calculator. "This is the fee you have to pay." Just by one glance, I could tell that there were more than ten digits in the price.

"In a million years," I snorted, and placed the pieces of French bread onto a large plate…only to find Mammon chewing on the mint grass salad. "Mammon!"

"What on earth is this thing?" he asked, grimacing…at least he sounded like he was grimacing. "It tastes like grass! And lemons! Now you have to pay the fee of destroying perfectly good foods and ruining my taste buds with your bad cooking!" It is one thing to try to make me pay for things I did not do, but it is another to insult my cooking!

BAM! BOOM! CRASH!

-Five minutes later

"Now, Mammon, do you still think my cooking is bad?" I asked him pleasantly, neatly arranging the trout and the freshly made batch of salad.

"Pay me my medical fee," Mammon sniffed, rubbing his head and drinking a glass of milk. "...And for the dented frying pan"

"You won't interrupt my cooking again, will you?"

"…"

"…Mammon?"

"…no…"

"Good…now help me carry the mint grass salad out okay?" I asked, putting the plate of trout on one hand, the cups of red tea in another, and balancing the platter of French bread on my head. Despite my height, I still have a pretty good sense of balance.

"No…" Mammon said sourly, but then flinched, seeing my glare. "Okay, okay…" Taking the bowl of mint grass salad, he carried it out and placed it on the table. Most of the others were already there, and eyeing the salad with suspicion. So, they weren't familiar with British cooking…I placed the plates on the table, and sat in the seat I sat in yesterday.

"…" Levi, why don't you say something? Someone's surely going to mistaken you as a mute someday!

"Must…get fee…for medical bills…" Serves you right, brat!

"Ushishishi…what is it with such weird food?"…you are next, prince…!

"My, my…my daughter has such strange taste! All the reason why she is cute!" I am not your daughter, Lussuria!

"VOI! What is this?" It's called food, Squalo, I'm sure you've heard of it?

"Breakfast: Fresh water trout with mint grass salad, French bread and red tea served on the porcelain set with blue designs," I announced, but they all just stared at me dumbly. Why do they keep looking at me this way?! "Just try some…it's pretty good! It's…English I guess…" The others picked up their forks reluctantly, and piled a little of everything into their plates.

"If I get food poisoning, you're paying for it!"

"VOI! It better be edible!"

"I'll just try a little, O-Kay darling?"

"…"

"Ushishishi…such weird things…!" Glaring at the prince, I took a bite of the trout. Hmm…not bad…I think I overcooked it a bit, and it's a bit not salty, but I think it's okay…the salad is a bit too sour…the bread is a bit too crispy, but overall it is quite a success..

"Do you still think that you are going to get food poisoning?" I sighed, sipping the cooling tea.

"…" SAY SOMETHING!

"VOI, this…food is actually good!" thank you…

"Ushishishi…strange but good…!"…I still haven't forgiven you for that previous insult!

"My sweetie can make foods so tasty…I am so moved….!"…quit it, I'm going to barf!

"If I sell it, perhaps I can earn myself some money!" Like I'm going to let you sell it!

After finishing up the last of the foods, I realized that Mr. Boss was nowhere to be seen.

"Squalo, where is Boss?" I asked carefully. From the previous description, I was told that Levi is incredibly attached to the Boss. I don't want to give him a reason to stab me with his umbrella!

"He never eats with us in the morning…" Levi commented quietly, the first and last time he'd speak during this meal and probably the whole day. Wiping his lips on a napkin, he stood up and left.

"Where's he going?" I asked.

"….stupid woman," Squalo snorted, "to work of course!"

"Work…?"

"Getting rid of cockroaches, shishishi!"

"Cockroaches?"

"Cockroaches, cockroaches!"

"Mammon, what does cockroaches mean in Bel language?"

"That'll cost…"

"Never mind…Lussuria?"

"I thought I told you to call me mother, dearest!"

"…Squalo?"

"People."

"Pee…people?"

"VOI! People!"

"You…you mean Levi's a murderer?!"

"Of course, what else did you think he was? A ballet dancer?"

"I…I thought that you were joking…but…but…Mistress can't possibly have sent me to here without knowing that…you were Mafioso?"

"Honey, your Mistress must have known, or perhaps you are just too oblivious."

"Then why did she not tell me then?"

"Ushishi…oblivious Anthea…"

"I am not oblivious!So…so you guys really…are Mafioso? This is not some kind of sick joke?"

"VOI! Do I look like I am joking to you?"

"…no…but…it's sort of hard to cope with you know…?"

"You better cope with it and don't run away, or you'll have to pay the fee of wasting our time!"

"And we can't let you go after you know our true identities, princess."

"Ushishishi….cockroach…"

"VOOOOOIIIII! Is this enough for you, woman? It's time to go, Mammon, Lussuria!" Squalo bellowed, and I clutched my ears in fear that they would fall off.

"Pay me when I get back!"…over my dead body!

"Bye, birdy, miss me!" Don't worry; I won't miss you even if Squalo is pointing his sword at me! It was sort of weird though, how they spoke of being in the Mafia so carefree…or maybe they are just so good at their jobs it is no problem to tell everyone…?

"Squalo…what do I do?" I asked. So they're off to work, and I…?

"Clean all the rooms and prepare dinner! No one will be home for lunch so figure out what to eat yourself!" Squalo replied, "Understand?"

"Okay…" Once again, I had to stop myself from saying 'yes sir'…

-Mammon's Room

Holding a broom, I rapped twice on the door with 'Mammon' carved on the name plate. Then I remembered that Mammon was at 'work', and so I just pulled open the door. What a baby is doing at work is such a mystery to me…Stepping in, I jumped out again and rubbed my eyes to see if I am seeing things. Everything in Mammon's room was…was…in the shape of money! There was a couch the shape and design of a dollar bill, his round bed looked like one huge coin, his closet is one huge dollar sign…and everything from the wallpaper, curtains to the carpet had dollar sign patterns on them…!

"Mammon really likes money…" I muttered, reading a post-it that read 'intruder! Pay the fee for intruding!' with disgust. There wasn't much need for cleaning, other than smoothing his coin-bed and dusting his shelves that was filled with books with titles such as 'Ways to save money' and 'Curses and counter-curses'. Weird kid…really weird kid…Taking a peek into his closet, I saw that all his clothes were actually pretty identical…his shoes too…and almost everything of his is identical! The only thing that wasn't money-savvy was a glass tank and a box of frog feed. So that freaky frog of his still needs to eat…I hope he doesn't expect me to clean froggy's tank as well! Now I think about it, there is a certain Chinese dish which uses frog meat…hmm…naw, Mammon would probably make his frog cost way more than thirty digits…! Giving the room a final sweep, I carried on to the next room- Lussuria's room.

-Lussuria's room

Like Mammon's door, the words 'Lussuria' was carved on to the nameplate. But, instead of 'Mammon's neat, square words, 'Lussuria' was carved in a girly, curly manuscript. A bunch of flowers and hearts also surrounding it, disturbing it's legibility. Opening the door, I had to jump out again.

"Ho…holy…holy shit…" I gasped, trying to calm myself down. It was nothing unexpected…breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out…

Wincing a little, I stepped in again. Lussuria's room clearly shouts out 'Lussuria', just like with Mammon's room. Except…Lussuria's room seemed so girly that I wanted to puke. The walls were painted in various shades of pink, and the carpet and curtains were also pink with white heart patterns on them. His Queen sized bed had fuzzy pink beddings and lots of heart shaped pillows…plus other than his larger than large wardrobe; he also had this dressing table with a large mirror. Lined up against the wall was all kinds of…dolls. Barbie dolls, porcelain dolls, rag dolls…every kind of doll I could possibly think of, and all of them are dressed in the same sickening shade of pink!

"This man, no, this pervert is so much girlier than I am…" I sighed, making a face at all the dolls. What on earth does he do with all of them? Wait, I did not want to picture that…now I feel more nausea than ever…! His room is quite messy even by my standards: clothes were lying all over the place, and so are pillows, sheets, make-up, accessories…Sighing, I picked them up and folded them neatly, then stacked them all into his extremely large pink wardrobe. How can anyone not feel sick from looking at so much pink? Besides, I thought that the national gay color was purple or rainbow, not pink…!

"Maybe I should decorate my room as well…" I mused, chuckling softly. After picking up everything, there wasn't much to do…at least he did not have perverted photos or porn magazines in here were I can find it easily! Lining his dolls up properly (which took quite a long time), I picked up the broom again, tired. Perhaps this is what it feels like to be the maid of a prima donna?

-Belphegor's room

This time, it was the prince's room. The words 'The Prince' seemed a bit messy and crooked, as though he had carved them himself. He probably had as well…Frowning, I pressed against the door…there seemed to be some noise in there…I hope he did not keep rats in there or worse! Opening the door, I did not expect to face another life or death situation again. Two sharp, curved knives suddenly propelled towards me! Ducking them, I barely had time before more of them suddenly flew towards me.

"Wh…Bel! Stop it! It's just me! Here to clean your room! GAH!" I yelped, dodging his knives. When the rampage finally stopped, I saw that the knives made the pattern of a crown on the wall.

"Ushishishi…I thought that it was a mouse! But it is the birdy instead," Bel giggled. He was lying lazily on his bed, polishing his knives. I twitched at his new nickname for me, but was slightly chilled. Just because of a mouse, he threw knives? That is sort of disturbing to know…

"I told you to quit calling me birdy…." I muttered. His room was the messiest one yet, everything in piles…plus there were scratch marks on everything, as though he had thrown his knives at them. He probably did.

"Birdy, birdy," Bel chanted, grinning. Yes, Bel, you are royal…a royal pain in the arse! Picking up his clothes, I dumped them into the basket that I will carry off to the laundry later, although it was already half filled with just Lussuria's clothes.

"Bel, are you sure you really are fifteen?" I asked curiously. None of the fifteen year olds I know of acted like him…not that I actually knew any personally.

"Of course," Bel sniggered, as I desperately tried to rub off the scratches on his window without success. I glared at him, but started sweeping his floor. It was a good thing that he did not have a carpet, for his floor had a lot of spills on it…I think I have to come back and mop it later.

"Anthea, play with me," Bel suddenly ordered. I looked at him weirdly.

"I am working, Bel…aren't you supposed to work as well?" I asked, "Like…um…cleaning out cockroaches…?"

"The prince does not have to do such work," Bel said arrogantly, and tugged on my hair. "The prince demands birdy to play with him!"

"I'm not a bird!" I snorted, pinching him to make him let go. "Stop calling me birdy…Gah, I hate you, Lussuria, for coming up with such name!"

"Ushishishi…birdy, birdy," Bel giggled, "Anthea is the birdy, the birdy, the birdy…"

BAM! SLAM! CRASH! THUMP!

-Ten minutes later

"Now, prince, will you still interrupt my work?" I demanded, holding my now slightly dented broom.

Bel shook his head sulkily, rubbing his blonde head while drinking a glass of milk.

"I am going to clean Levi's room now…you will stay here like a good kid, understand?"

A nod.

"And I expect your room to still be in this condition when I come back…"

Another nod.

"Good prince."

-Levi's room

"Ok…this would be no big deal…" I muttered under my breath. After all, Levi seems pretty normal, actually. If you skip over the fact he always carries his umbrellas everywhere…I really should ask about them. Are they a gift from his girlfriend, so precious that he won't ever let go of them? The name 'Levi' was also carved neatly, almost a little too perfect for my liking. Pushing open the door, I actually literally shrieked.

Lussuria said that Levi is obsessed with the boss, but I never knew that he could actually be…this obsessed…! On one wall, it was covered with photos of the boss, although some of them are quite blurry. Everything inside was so intensely neat I feel as though it was some sort of trap. Even his spare uniform was neatly ironed and inside a plastic film. Everything looked in utmost condition, cleaner than clean…and extremely disturbing, even more disturbing that Lussuria's room. On his desk, everything was in order…even his pencils were lined up by length…and the most disturbing? A photo of Xanxus, framed and by his bed. Is…what is this Xanxus? Being so…adored and worshipped and obsessed…is he really that special? All I can tell is him being…scary, obsessed with slamming people to walls, and saying the word 'trash'…but Levi doesn't seem gay at all, unlike Lussuria…There wasn't much need to be cleaned, or rather, nothing actually needed to be cleaned other than the fingerprints on the picture frame,

"This…is freaking me out…" I whispered. For some reason, I feel as though I shouldn't talk too loud in here…natural instincts, like when you arrive at the library. My…this is so…weird! So unrealistic! It is sort of like that comic book I read once…so scary…I wonder if Levi will go mad if Xanxus suddenly married? Wait, wait, wait, wrong image! No! I didn't need to think of that! No, no, no! Feeling extremely chilled at the image I pictured, I backed out of the room and inched away from it. I should and would stay away from it in the future, not that I needed to go in there in the first place.

"Ok…Squalo's room…" I sighed, taking deep breaths. "Hopefully it is not filled with boss' pictures…"

-Squalo's room

Shutting my eyes, I pushed the door open and stepped in. Opening my eyes little by little…

"EH?!" I cried, startled. Squalo's room was actually…the most normal I've seen to this point. The walls were a plain, clean shade of white, and everything inside was neatly folded. Not in the scarily clean way of Levi's room, but…neat like a normal person's room. The only thing different was that there were several kits that were for polishing swords, plus…there were all kinds of hair treatment stuff, such as herbal wraps and all those things that promise to 'make one's hair smooth, shiny and silky'. It's no big surprise though, with hair that long it's got to be a full time job trying to keep it straight!

"Eh…so Long Hair is actually the most normal?" I muttered, sweeping the floor. It was also reasonably messy, with strands of extremely long, silvery hair stuck to the carpet. Plus, there was a large stack of paper on his desk. Walking over, I pulled one page out. It read 'Bill for this month's electric fee'. Ehh…so Squalo is in charge of all these? It's such a huge stack! How about the other people? Hmm…Mammon would probably cheat the person with fake money, Bel would probably…rip all the papers to shreds…Lussuria would probably get bored with it and start drawing flowers all over it…how about Levi? There wasn't a single paper in his room! It's just…freakishly clean! And Boss centered! It seems that Squalo is the only one who actually 'works' for a living here…

"Ushishishi…." The weird, one-of-a-kind laugh that suddenly popped up from the doorway announced the arrival of the prince.

"What is it, Prince?" I sighed, returning the paper into its original place. I hope he's not here to bother me…

"The prince is hungry!"

"Too bad….!"

"The prince demands birdy to cook his lunch!"

"I told you not to call me birdy! Do you want another smack on the head?"

"…"

"I don't speak Bel-ish, prince…"

"No…but I am hungry now! It is lunch time!"

"What time is it then?"

"Lunch time."

"Care to translate it into Italian?"

"Twelve."

"Stop lying…it's not twelve yet!"

"Yes it is."

"No it's not!"

"The prince never lies!"

"Well he did just now!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Birdy is stupid!"

BAM!

-8 minutes later

"Am I stupid, prince?"

"…"

"I. Don't. Speak. Bel-ish."

"No…"

"No what?"

"No, you are not stupid, birdy." It seems like there is no end to his nickname calling…Bel sat on his own bed, rubbing his head while holding a bucket half-filled with puke. I, on the other hand, was cleaning his room all over again.

-five minutes ago-

"Why must we walk all the way back to your room, Prince?"

"Ushishishi…because the prince left his knives in his room!"

"…Why do you need to bring knives to lunch? I mean…BEL!" Opening his bedroom door, I found…what his room looked like BEFORE I cleaned it. Piles of clothes lay lying around, and there was a set of new scratch marks the shape of a crown…this time set on his closet door.

"Belphegor…"

"I thought it was a mouse! And it was! See, it is somewhere…"

"YOU HID THE BODY?! GET RID OF IT NOW!"

"Birdy is scared of rats? Birdy is scared of rats; birdy is scared of rats…"

"Bel…phe…gor…." I snarled. There it was! A…rat's tail stuck out from behind the cupboard…Pulling it, I pulled out a mauled rat's body. Mauled, for there were several stabs wounds in it, so that some of its organs were falling out. Sick.

"Birdy's scared of rats; birdy's scared of rats; birdy's scared of rats…"Bel chanted on and on. It wasn't that I was scared of rats, I just dislike them. No, I hate them! They steal your food and make your room smell bad…I hate, hate, hate them! And now, he's messed up the room I cleaned up again…damn him….I held the rat's body in my hand…

"…afraid of rat.; birdy's afraid of rats; birdy's…" When Bel's mouth opened wide, I took the opportunity. I quickly reached out fast…and stuffed the rat's body in his mouth.

"UMPHRR UMPH!" Bel choked, spitting it out. "AAAAAAAAH!" Grabbing his trashcan, which was empty (I wonder where it's containments are), and started puking.

"Serves you right, you nuisance!" I remarked, snorting with laughter. He was the one who messed up what I had cleaned up, and so he deserves punishment!

"You…"Bel started to say, but started coughing and his blond head disappeared from view once again. Even though I knew for sure that I would probably get stabbed –or worse- later on, it really was a priceless sight.

-present time

"You see Bel, this is what you get when you lie and you disturb my work…plus mess up your room," I concluded, once he had finished puking everything up and took a shower. Rubbing his hair with a towel, he scowled deeply but tried to stay as neat as possible, even folding up his wet towel. Hmm, so that trick really worked… For a few seconds, none of us said anything. Then…

"I'm still hungry," Bel muttered. Even while trying hard to rub sandpaper across his desk to get rid of the scratch marks, I could hear his stomach rumble. So…I was right. He did not eat enough after all! I should make the meal heavier…if I carry on making simple breakfasts like this, they'll all reduce to skin and bones!

"Very well," I sighed, throwing the piece of sandpaper back into the red plastic bucket I carry everything in. "But honestly Bel, it really is just…" Glancing down at the strap that Lussuria called a 'watch', I have no idea what it is used though for, but I am pretty certain that it has something to do with tracking time. After all, I remember Mistress teaching me how to read a clock. This can't be much more difficult, can it?

"See, it is only ten fifteen!" I muttered,

"What?" Bel asked, head snapping up. He grabbed my wrist and studied the watch, staring at it…then back at me…then back at it…then back at me again…then…until I can't stand it anymore.

"Quit doing that," I snapped, yanking my hand forcefully away.

"You don't know how to read a watch…" Bel said in amazement.

"Of course I do," I said hotly. Didn't I just read the time like…five seconds ago?

"It's not ten fifteen; it is one twenty five," Bel remarked; if I can see his eyes, I bet he had some sort of confused expression on.

"I must have worn it on backwards then…" I sighed, and Bel tossed something small and square to me. On it read '1:25'. What on earth is this thing?

"It's a digital clock," Bel said matter-of-factly, and I could have sworn he was muttering something like 'not even backwards is ten fifteen'. I do know how to read the time! Didn't I know it was 7 last night? Unless trhat was a fluke...

"You were right…it really is one twenty-five…ITS ALREADY ONE TWENTY-FIVE?!" Oh god…it really is already one twenty-five! Way past twelve! No wonder he is hungry…I wonder why I am not hungry. Oh yeah, because I ate all the messed-up versions of today's breakfast…

"Told you, stu…peasant," Bel sniffed, taking his clock back, "I did not…" Not bothering to wait for him, I grabbed his hand and dragged him downstairs. How could I have forgotten about making lunch? And it's so late! I am terrible…forgetting such important thing! What on earth am I going to do now?

Dear Diary,

As there wasn't enough time to actually make a good meal, I tried making some Caesar salad…But it seemed that the prince did not like salad, and instead told me to make something called 'Instant Noodles'. When he handed me that silvery package of freeze-dry noodles and dried-up seasoning, I have no idea why someone would want to eat it! It looks so…cubical and dry! But, seeing that I have no idea how to cook such thing, Bel 'demonstrated' by taking the packet, dumping all the ingredients into a bowl and adding hot water. It was like a miracle! The noodle and everything soaked up the water and after a few minutes became as though they had been freshly made. What sort of thing was it? Mistress said that there were many things outside in the world that are extraordinary and I should learn about them when I have the chance; but I never knew that it could be…this unusual. I wonder what other things my new family will show me? Until then,

Anthea