Ikame

Age: Unknown

Birthday: Unknown

Height: 150cm (about 4 feet 11 inches)

Occupation: Maid at the Trancy Manor

Race: Unknown

Family: Unknown

Appearance: just find my profile(same username on Fanfiction) on DeviantArt on it you should be able to see a a pic titled MBOF: Ikame (=_= when I put links on here they don't show. It's just the side view. The front view was a fail and I didn't feel like re-drawing it again.)


Alois dragged Ikame out into the hallway, leading her down what seemed like an endless corridor. Claude pursued them, following close behind. He kept his eyes on the young girl, his gaze never leaving her, detecting her every move as if she were his helpless prey.

This mansion was like a well-decorated labyrinth. Anyone could easily get lost if they didn't know the place well enough. The halls were long and the further you walked the more narrower they seemed to get. The portraits of overly dressed men and women seemed to glare down Ikame. Their eyes following her down the hall like in some cliche story.

Ikame peered far down the hall. Three young men, all completely identical, were ahead. They all stood in a row, like dolls perfectly aligned on a shelf. One held a broom, the other held a silver platter, and the other had nothing in his hands. The three seemed to be engaged in a very quiet conversation. Whispering so discreetly that it almost looked as if they were only mouthing the words.

As she got a closer look at them she began to think about how difficult it'd be to tell them apart. She also found something strikingly odd about them. A certain feeling she got as she neared them made her insides stir, but it wasn't as strong as the vibe she got from Claude.

"Thompson~!" Alois chimed.

The one who held nothing looked ahead and walked a few steps closer to present himself.

"This is the rabbit that's been screwing with your hard work." He smirked buoyantly, holding his chin high because he was proud to be free of blame.

He tried to step aside, but found that Ikame had been trying to hide behind him as she shyly peered over his shoulder. He scoffed. "It's not polite to stare, Ikame."

Ikame looked down shamefully and stepped in front of Alois to present herself. She bowed respectfully, with the grace of a high class lady, and briskly wrote something down on the paper she still held onto.

I apologize deeply. I'll work my hardest to replace the vegetables I've inconsiderately took from you.

Along with that came an apologetic, almost sorrowful look glistening within the upcoming tears in her eyes.

Thompson's face, like the other two, hindered no expression or reaction to the apology. He kept his face straight and unaffected, only nodding in approval.

Ikame smiled slightly at her acceptance. She turned the clipboard around and whisked the pen across the paper.

Thank you

"This is Ikame. Take her and get the measurements needed to tailor her uniform" Placid and demanding seemed to be all that laced his voice as composure always seemed to carve itself onto his forehead.

The triplets bowed all at the same time like obedient dogs. They glanced at Ikame and gestured for her to follow them.

Ikame studied the triplets. The same strange feeling didn't cease to attack her senses. She couldn't tell if it was because there really was something strange about these three or if the vibe from Claude still lingered on.

She shook her head slightly and dismissed the thought and decided to observe their movements to preoccupy her mind. They all seemed to do everything simultaneously. All coordinated as if they rehearsed. Walking the same way; right foot first then left. Even the way their hands slightly swayed side-to-side was the same.

And she also noticed that they were whispering to each other. Mumbling out quiet, inaudible words to keep what they were conveying private. It was suspicious, but Ikame just shoved the thought to the back of her head.


What's that smell?

It's coming from that girl.

It smells like fear.

Delicious fear.

Don't get carried away.

But we deserve a meal as much Master Claude.

Yes, and we haven't had a good one in a while.

Shut it, or we will be punished.


The triplets had lead Ikame to a room with shelves tightly hugging every inch of the walls. Items of all sorts filled every crevice and space the shelves had to offer. A single light-bulb hanging by a thin wire dimly lit the room. This was most likely a small storage room.

One triplet had Ikame sit on a wooden, splintery table exiled to the middle of the room. The other two groped through the shelves to find what they needed: tape measure. They unraveled them, approaching Ikame as they did so.

The room suddenly altered itself into an empty room carved completely from black stone. Torches remained as the only weak source of light. The flames flickered violently like fires from hell. The triplets weren't even the triplets anymore, they were now only cloaked figures with twisted, malignant grins. Their hoods cast shadows over there eyes and yet she could make out the murderous intent in them. The tape measures were replaced with bloodied ropes and the one nearest to her had a strip of cloth...like they were going to bind and gag her.

Ikame's eyes widened like a cornered mouse about to be brutally mauled by a cat.

Her breaths were short and rapid and the closer they got the more air escaped her lungs and refused to go back. She was paralyzed, she didn't even have the strength to blink let alone to push them away.

But somehow she miraculously gained control and shut her eyes. She shielded herself with her arms, ready to shove them away if they attempted anything.

The triplets looked at Ikame confusingly, then looked at one another as if they were questioning each other silently.

Ikame opened her eyes and dropped her shield. She looked around the room, bewildered. Blinking as she took in her surroundings.

It's happened again.

She looked at the triplets who now only stared at her with blank expressions. Embarrassed and feeling foolish, her gaze hit the floor.

Even though she couldn't hear their silenced voices nor could she see their faces, she felt them whispering amongst themselves.


That scent just got stronger.

It's tempting, but you must restrain yourselves.

This meal is mine.

No, it will be mine.

Calm yourselves.


Ikame was being given a tour of the maze—mansion (with the triplets as her own personal tour guides). She tried with all her effort to embed the name, the appearance, and the direction of every room into her head, but it was all futile. So many rooms. The triplets must've shown her over fifty by now and yet all she could remember was ten at maximum. All she really wanted was some sleep, some rest. She tried not to yawn. After all, the triplets had offered her their time to help. How impolite and ungrateful would it look if she were to ruin their generosity by yawning?

Stifling a yawn and failing yet again, she mentally cursed herself. Resting outside, beneath bushes wasn't the best way to get decent sleep. Covering her mouth and giving a small, tired gasp, she looked down and began to rub some of the sleepiness out of her eyes.

The triplets came to a sudden halt. Glancing back at Ikame, they immediately made their way towards her as if on cue. One triplet swiftly scooped her up into his arms.

Her face had slowly been eaten by heat, being overwhelmed by feeling the warmth of the triplet's body against hers. She began to recall stories of a knight-in-shining-armor doing the very same to any damsel in distress, but this was entirely different. She wasn't flattered. She was down right scared to death. She felt absolutely powerless for some reason. And when she had shook her head, the three were still relentless on assisting her.


When Ikame awoke, she found herself in the most comfortable bed she's ever been in (then again it was the only bed she remembers being in). She peered out the window, the sun sitting in the highest point of his throne. It was probably noon. Since she has to go as far as stealing for survival, sleeping in a comfy bed within a luxurious mansion seemed nothing but a dream to her. She was debating with herself about getting up; she wanted cease the hungry feeling in her stomach, yet she was afraid that all this really was a dream and that she would soon succumb to reality.

"Excuse me", an unfamiliar voice interrupted her childish dilemma.

Ikame craned her neck to look up. Only to find a woman far too beautiful to be in a maid's dress. It would make more sense to cal her a maiden, instead of a maid. Her skin was unusually but all the more beautifully dark. Her hair was a pretty silver color and it reached a great length, elegantly brushing the floor like a broom made from silk. She was tall, and had a noticeably great figure. The only thing that threw it all off was her bandaged eye. Her other eye, however, seemed to be avoiding eye contact.

And she also found the presence of this maid strange. She couldn't help but doubt the people in this mansion were normal. She's gotten weird vibes from everyone and it seemed like they were all hiding something. The people in this mansion...didn't seem...human.

"Master left for the afternoon with Claude." She was tempted to look up, but quickly restrained herself. "He wishes for you to be bathed and groomed before his return."

She slightly wanted this "royal treatment" to have no end. It brought a familiar, comfortable feeling to her. But it also brought a sense of nostalgia. She couldn't ignore the voice deep within her mind that screamed at her to run.

Although...a bath sounded nice. Ikame was in dire need of one. She's spent months surviving on her own in nature. With dirt smudged on her face and twigs protruding awkwardly out of her uncombed hair. Not to mention the worn out, torn, mud-stained dress she was wearing. This mansion was flawless and well kept. It was gorgeous like a red rose among white flowers. Ikame felt like the spec of decay that dared to ruin the bouquet.

Ikame had done all she could to feel completely clean. She detested getting dirty. And you'd think that she would've gotten used to it all by now, but she didn't.

She had dried off and was wearing one of Alois's old night shirts. It hung loosely on her, swaying each time she walked as if it were a small dress.

She quietly sat on a chair and faced a mirror, having her hair combed by the maid from earlier. Being taken care of like this brought this nostalgic, deja vu feeling. She felt used to being pampered like this, but at the same time new to it all. She couldn't quite grasp the feeling.

She looked up at the maid. As soon as the maid noticed a pair of eyes staring at her she looked the other way but continued brushing Ikame's hair in strokes.

Ikame's mind drifted to another story she could recall about to naïve children being lured into a witch's house by desserts and meals the witch had prepared herself. The witch's true intention was to fatten the children up and devour them. Ikame couldn't help but somehow find herself in the same situation, but banished the thought to the deepest depth of her mind.

It's not like demons were real...right?


Ikame was ordered to go Alois's room immediately once he and Claude returned. By now the recurring feelings about the people within this mansion had given her second thoughts about staying.

She was escorted to her destination by the triplets. As she followed them she couldn't help but notice that Claude was probably going to be with Alois as well. Just the thought of being in the same room with so many of them made her stir uncomfortably.

Despite being conflicted about it all her face remained calm and emotionless when she entered his room. And just as she feared Claude stood right next to Alois. To make it worse the triplets had stayed, one of them closing the door and...locking it.

This is a bit unsettling.

Alois chuckled. "Claude and I went in town to get a maid's dress tailored for you." He pulled a ruffled white shirt out of a brown bag. "Take off your clothes." He continued to lay out the pieces of clothing on his bed.

Ikame tilted her head. Shouldn't she bring the clothes with her if he wanted her to get changed? She blinked as she tried to make sense out of this, but the best she could come up with was that someone would bring the clothes to her.

She began to make her way towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

She froze, turning around with a look of utter confusion. The tone in his voice sounded more of a command to stay. But why did she have to stay? She was getting changed, wasn't she? Did he expect her to-

"Take off your clothes here."


I apologize for taking so long to update. I recently got rid of my case of writer's block before I started writing this story and for me, with writer's block comes depression. And with what I gave up this year...I'm still trying to get myself back, but I'm handling that issue better than I thought I would.

(Writer's Block; I deem it a worthy opponent. I shall add it to my hate list because IT SUCKS D8)

I feel like I did a decent job with this chapter, maybe even good. But I'm sorry if it doesn't suit your liking. I'm still young so there's always room for improvement, right?

And I'm sorry for any grammar, spelling, or punctuation errors I might've overlooked.

I know there's not much happening between her and the triplets yet, but I'm trying to get her settled (settled with Alois? I LAUGH AT THAT STATEMENT D:)

I also have a question. You don't have to answer. I'm just curious.

Now that you've seen a picture of Ikame (at least a side view e.e'') how old do you think she is?