The Millefiore base was huge; and by huge I meant gigantic.
We had been walking through the building for about 25 minutes, and Byakuran still hummed as if we had a ways to go. We had passed offices, hallways, lounging rooms, locked rooms, and even classrooms. Now we were walking through a maze of wide, vast corridors. Everything was white of course, and in this particular area, there were no signs directing which way you should go to arrive at a certain place. I wondered how Byakuran knew where he was going.
The only thing I heard was the sound of his melodic voice, humming sweetly, and the sound of our footsteps hitting the floor. There was no conversing between us whatsoever. Additionally, I had taken quite an effort to glance at Byakuran only when I knew he wasn't looking at me, which was extremely difficult.
I mean the first ten minutes were actually okay, since we were walking through a crowded lobby, and Byakuran was busy exchanging greetings with everyone around him. No one seemed to notice the little girl trailing behind him, who was busy admiring the magnificence of the building.
After the lobby, when we were going up a glass elevator, Byakuran had grabbed my hand and flashed a warm smile at me. I of course had blushed madly but he seemed to not notice, thank god. When the doors opened we were in a different room; and this time, as we walked across, we got quite a few stares from the people around us. One girl in particular was gaping at us; a girl with long, blue hair that reached until her knees.
I felt bad thinking this, but she kind of reminded me of Squalo.
The girl had also sent me a death glare, which had scared the lights out of me. From the look on her face, she looked totally jealous of me, and when I looked at the hand I was holding, I could guess why. From then on I couldn't look at Byakuran in the face, because I knew the entire time he was staring at me. I didn't know why, but maybe it had something to do with that girl with the blue hair.
As we were turning a corner of the corridor, I chanced a look at him. And of course he noticed. He flashed me a cheery smile. I smiled back weakly.
Soon we stopped walking, and Byakuran said, "Ah, here we are, Ana-chan. Here's your room!"
I looked up to see a pure white, double-sided door.
"It's also right next to my office, so feel free to drop by whenever you like~"
I looked over to see another double sided door.
So we're going to be right next to eachother... , I thought. This was not making me feel any less nervous than I was before.
"Well, I have to go get back to work, but please come over if you need anything, Ana-chan!"
He giggled, let go of my hand, and started to walk away. And guess what, the man was still humming.
"By-Byakuran?"
He turned around. "hm?"
"...thank you..." I smiled.
He smiled back. "No worries Ana-chan!"
And then he opened the door to his office and went inside.
Left alone in a hallway of complete silence, I lifted the hand Byakuran was holding to my cheek. It felt warm. I smiled. I didn't know why, but it made me feel good inside.
I glanced at the door for a few moments before opening it.
What I saw was a massive room, filled with all sorts of goodies. There was a comfy looking sofa accompanied by a tall bookshelf, filled with books; There was a coffee table, with a bowl of soft marshmellows resting on top; There was a personal bathroom on one end; There was a desk, supplied with a computer, a writing pad, and a collection of pens; There was a small dining table with a pretty centerpiece; a fridge nearby; A walk-in closet; a "sub-room' exclusively for training, And a king-sized bed topped with fluffy looking pillows. The "room", or shall I say, castle, was also decorated lavishly. There was this huge diamond chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a shiny music player sitting on an individual shelf, a fluffy carpet which looked extremely pure, and more. And, to top it all off, the room was on the side of the building, meaning an entire wall was a collection of windows, made entirely of glass. The windows were the only source of light in the room, and they could be covered up using this remote controlled screen.
"Oh. My. God." I said, looking at the room in awe.
Slowly, in a daze, I kicked off my shoes and walked around the room, feeling the soft carpet in between my toes. This was crazy.
I floated over to the writing desk, where I saw a typed letter resting on the table.
It read:
Anastasia-Chan,
How do you like the room? When you were asleep during the plane ride I had my people clean out this entire office, and supply it to fit your needs! There's food in the fridge if you're hungry, the heater's in the corner next to the bed if you're cold, and the wardrobe's fully stocked! Since you said you're originally from another family, there's a training room, since I assume you're a warrior. Have fun! Come over to my office whenever you like! Dinner's at 7:00 PM.
~Byakuran
Wow. I mean just, wow. I glanced around, still trying to believe what I saw. That man, he did this all for me? All of this, he planned while we were on that plane?
Holy crap...he had them clean out this ENTIRE place for me...wow.
I walked over to my bed and collapsed into the soft pillows.
Byakuran's being the nicest he can to me, the least I can do is be truthful to him.
I knew what this meant. I needed to tell him I was from the Vongola.
