An: For the record I have no problem with any religion. I am a catholic myself and I think the stuff we do is pretty funny. I hope I didn't offend anyone in the last chapter.
I own nothing but the OCs.
I think I may have shocked Baby 5, just a little bit by the amount of food I ate. I know I surprised myself but it was pretty good. "Fufufufu, did you enjoy the meal little birdie?" I wonder does he ever take those sunglasses off. "Best ever, being hungry from the start may have helped out a little too. Most I've eaten in a long time in one sitting." I was leaning back in the chair rolling my shoulders to pop the kinks out of my back. Hope he's not in the habit of killing his cooks too, at least I didn't say that out loud. Point for me.
While we had been eating I realized none of the whores were at the table. It was just easier to keep referring to them as that in my head. In truth it seemed like a much smaller group than all of the people that had been lounging around the pool. Still rather surprising how much of the food they had all eaten. About two thirds of it was gone, based on the size of some of the people at the table it wasn't hard to figure out who ate more among them. Mel kept sitting there with her eyes closed enjoying the feeling of being full. Maybe all that running and hiding earlier has something to do with how much I ate. A finger poked her side. Then it happened again. Opening one eye to glare at Baby 5 I guess that was the sign to go. Standing I once again followed after her. I'm beginning to feel a little like a duckling.
Instead of ignoring the request I had made Baby 5 took me around to show me how to navigate to what she deemed were the important areas. First it was back to the pool side area, apparently this was where the young master could be found most of the time when he was on the island. Next was to the kitchen, she explained how the only meal that was served in the dining room was supper. For the rest all members of the household could come and go to grab something from the kitchen, Mel had made a good guess of how supper was served to those the young master considered important. Like the members of his crew or other notable figures. After they finished other member's of the household were allowed to come in and eat at the table.
Guess I'm a notable figure at the moment, or since Baby 5 is a member of the crew and is suppose to be watching me I get a sit down meal with the rest of the bigwigs. Makes sense in a way, bonding time for them when they're not at sea.
Next was Baby 5's room, which lead to Mel's room next. The one connected to Baby 5's by a door. I am so worried I will never find this place again. I mean it is just so far one from the other. Instead of letting me go have a look at the room I felt Baby 5 dragging me somewhere else again. This time it was to the library. I can say I am more than surprised, not that Doflamingo has a library but that it's as huge as it is. At least I will never have to worry about reading material. The last place we headed was for the young master's study, which was where when he wasn't beside the pool he could usually be found. Inside the study was also the door to his treasury, talk about paranoid.
According to Baby 5 there was only two keys for the lock on the doors, one for the young master and one for his book keeper. Great looks like I'll be sharing a space with the pirate that could kill me with no hesitation if he thinks I'm out of line. Oh joy.
Once the tour was finished we headed back towards the rooms, this time I had to lead the way. I did manage to find them without getting turned around so I was grateful. By now it is well into the night, I think i'm up past my bedtime. Seriously if I don't get enough sleep I am one cranky, sour, scowling brat. "Do you have any clothes I can borrow to sleep in?" She got me a loose but once again short nightshirt, it would have to do until the morning.
Finally seeing my room I'm a little shocked, it's just as large as Baby 5's and the reverse layout. Like looking at the room through a mirror. How am I ever suppose to have enough clothes to fill the dresser let alone the closet in here? It's like the size of the storage room in my apartment. Same weird bathroom though, nothing I can do about that guess I'll just have to get used to it. Throwing back the covers on the queen sized bed I flicked off the lights and crawled in. Only to be annoyed by the lack of curtains and blinds to keep the light from outside in. Another thing to add to the list for tomorrow - a face mask.
I woke to a loud beeping the next morning, I'm not even sure when I fell asleep with all that light coming in. Reaching out to my right I slammed my hand down on the snooze button of my alarm clock. Wait a second, there wasn't an alarm clock in that room last night. Rolling over my vision snapped around the room, It was my room. As in my bedroom back home "That was one crazy dream. Maybe there was something wrong with that bottle of wine last night." Stepping out of bed I headed for the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee.
Before I got all the way there I noticed Zeus, my cute little stray calico sitting on his rump staring at the apartment door. "Come on Zeus, it's breakfast time." Usually when he hears my voice he comes running, even more so when I mention a meal time. He ignored me. Walking towards him with his attention still on the door, his ear's didn't even twitch at my approach. "Is Mrs. Harrison out in the hall again making a ruckus. Come here my little one" When I reached for him my hands went through him. I tried again. Same result. "What in the name of god is going on here"
"We've got a lot of talking to do deary" A voice cackled. So there is this old hag stood behind me, in my apartment. In the space between my bedroom door and the storage room door. An old hag in my apartment hunched over wearing a torn shawl and a knobbed up old walking cane. How in the seven hells did an old hag get into my apartment!?