Ackerman Mansion
-XXX-
Sebastian was used to surprises and unusual sights. As the Crown Prince's personal butler, he had to be. There was no telling what the next day would bring. Yesterday he was asked by the king to visit the Angeles girl. No one know quite what to expect from the albino woman, and as such Sebastian was well suited for the job.
Yet, despite all his experience, he still expected a few thing from this Julchen Ackerman. The short list did not include the things that actually happened.
Sebastian knocked on the wooden door, and as expected, a well dressed butler answered the door.
"Hello, sir. I assume you are here to meet the mistress?"
"If by the mistress you mean Lady Julchen Maria Ackerman, then yes." Sebastian confirmed.
The Ackerman butler chuckled, "Lady Julchen. Never thought I hear those words." He shook his head, "I'll lead you to her."
Sebastian expected Lady Julchen to be reading, playing an instruments, sleeping, or any number of normal young female adult activities. He did not expect to be lead into the basement where Lady Julchen was kicking rubber dummies head's off.
"Oh my." Also, he expected her to be wear a shirt. Lady Julchen had only a sports bra, which revealed her well toned arms and sculpted stomach. Lady Julchen grabbed the hand gun attached to the black holster on her hips and sent of five shots that piecered the heart of the wooden humanoid.
"Oh my."
"Alfred! You're going to need to replace the dummy! I kicked off it's head again!"
"Oh my!"
Lady Julchen turned on her heals, and marched over to the two butlers, "I don't know who you are."
Another thing Sebastian did not expect was the height. The albino woman had to be taller than 6 feet, since she was slightly taller than him, who was nearly reached 6 foot 1. "My name is Sebastian, I'm from the palace. I'm here to talk to you about the Selection."
"Everything's true." Lady Julchen placed her hands of her hips, "And I know the rules by heart. I won't break them, since that means going against everything I've been taught for the past nineteen years. I don't need any money, so you can keep the check. Anything else?"
"There is a rule that required for you to wear clothes." Sebastian stated.
Lady Julchen looked at her bare stomach, "I see. I assume most of the models would be jealous of my amazing body?" She flexed her pale arm, revealing whipcord muscles.
"Yes."
"Gute!" She smiled and laughed, "I've worked hard for this state of peak human abilities." Lady Julchen grabbed the black muscle shirt handed to her by the Ackerman butler and pulled it over her head. "By the way, I like you." She smiled and marched up the stairs.
"That, sir, is why we don't call her Lady Julchen. She's anything but a lady. Her brothers and father are apart of the military. She's tough, albino, and German."
-XXX-
Labrador International Airport
-XXX-
Ambrosia waved at the gathered crowd before stepping inside the plane. She exhaled softly and looked around the interior of the plane. As apart of the Royal Aircrafts, she could expect no less then the utmost elegance and top of the line decorations.
Two other girls were already in the plane. One was sprawled out across two seat, her brown hair splayed across the seat the and floor. The other girl was sitting in a seat, reading a book. This one also had brown hair, but looked a little different from the sleeping one.
The book girl stood up and walked over to Ambrosia, "Hello, I'm Koli. It's nice to meet ya." Ambrosia shook Koli's hand and smiled back. "Dey are crazy out dere. Were I come from, if dere's a crowd, sumthin's wrong. Or sumone's dead."
"Oh." Ambrosia studied the brunette. The most interesting thing about Koli was her accent. The model had never heard a anything like it. It sounded a bit like Koli had never been taught proper pronunciation. The next thing Ambrosia realized was how thin the other girl was. The formfitting white shirts were supposed to show of curves, but for Koli, all the shirt showed was her ribs. Ambrosia's eyes widened slightly when she realized she could count all of the brunette's ribs. That was not a good sign.
"I'm Ambrosia."
"Like the, uh. Um. The, uh." Koli chewed on her lower lip searching for the word, "Greek! The Greek myths right?"
Ambrosia shook her head, "I'm sorry, I don't know what your taking about."
Koli shrugged, "Dat's okay."
A flight attendant asked for Ambrosia and Koli to sit down and buckle up since the plane was close to taking off. Before Koli sat down, she slipped over to the sleeping girl and haphazardly buckled her up. Then Koli slipped back towards Ambrosia, picked up the book she was reading and settled down into the chair. Soon, the strawberry blonde fell asleep and didn't wake up for a few hours.
"Why are you eating the naranja like that."
"I'm pretty sure dis is how you eat a orange. I'm not sure about an naranja."
"A naranja is an orange, just the Spanish word. Because English is stupido."
"I can agree with dat."
Ambrosia opened her blue eyes and stretched out her arms, "Hi?"
"Welcome to the land of the living, Sleeping Beauty." The brunette on the left side scoffed.
"Chiara, don't be mean." Koli said, placing a pale hand on Chiara's olive toned skin. Ambrosia looked back and forth between the two brunette's. Chiara seemed to be a little bit taller than Koli and had hazel eyes, verses Koli's deep green ones. Also, Chiara had a bit more weight to her, not overly heavy, but not super skinny either.
"I'm Ambrosia," The strawberry blonde introduced, "You are Chiara, right?"
"Chiara Isabella Romani-Carriedo."
"You also have a mouthful of a name?"
"Qué?" Chiara asked, raising an eyebrow, "Also?"
"I have four names too," Ambrosia explained, "Ambrosia Anastasia-Alexia Nichols."
"Dat's a lotta a's." Koli commented, "Now I feel left out. I only got one -I mean three!- names."
Chiara scoffed and folded her arms. She looked out the plane window before lifted her voice barely above a whisper, "What's it going to be like? You know, la Selezione."
"A giant sleepover dat last for months, with stuck up, screaming, prissy girls who pretend dey can rule and be a princess." Koli's deep green eyes gained a hard edge. In that moment, Ambrosia knew that despite how nice and sweet Koli seemed, she was dangerous.
"Which is ridiculous!" The girl's laugh was low and bitter, "Because despite how much de royal family think dey rule Illèa, dey don't. Dey have none idea what is really happenin' in dere country. And de girls have none idea either. Dey all lived comfortable life while da Kids die. And dey don't care." Koli spat out the last sentence.
"No kidding." Chiara smirked, "They are all quite ignaro."
Ambrosia's blue eyes darted back and forth between the brunettes. None of what they said made much sense. Who were da kids? And why were they dying? Why didn't anybody care? Ambrosia asked herself, Why would nobody care about children? That's terrible.
Koli glanced towards Ambrosia and covered her mouth, "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean you! I mean ya seem pretty nice. And I didn't mean to offend ya. I'm sorry 'bout dat. Ah messed up. Ah messed up so bad. Ya can hate mah now." She hid her head in her thin hands.
"Perché?" Chiara asked, turn towards Koli, "You're not the strange one where. Sure, you have a weird accent and a unusual past, but so do I. I speak better Spagnolo e Italiano, I've been working in my parents restaurant since I was six, and my parents are gay."
Ambrosia unconsciously flinched at the last word, and Chiara glared at her. "Sorry! I don't have anything against homosexuals. My mother is just, well she's..."
"Homophobic," Koli finished, "Probably for da reason dat ya can't marry de rich men, 'cause de are attracted ta men."
"How did you know my mother was such a-"
"Gold digger?" Koli asked, "I didn't. I'm just really good ata guessin' games. Now dat I think 'bout it, we should form a club! The BBMC!"
"BBMC?" Chiara asked, "Che cosa è il BBMC?"
"Bad Biological Mothers Club. Since Chiara was abandoned ata orphanage, Ambrosia's mother is abusive, and my mother just completely abandoned me. Or died."
"How'd you kn-"
"Told ya. Guessing' games."
A/N: If you haven't caught on yet, each chapter title is the title of the song that fits or somewhat fits the chapter. Also I was messing around with my editing program and created a video/trailer thing. Nearly every seen shown in the video will happen, so I'm curious what your interpretation is of the video. It could possibly give me ideas for subplots. The link is at the bottom of my profile
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