The Brazen:
Maid (pt. 1)
Mikasa leaned back, allowing her black hair to cascade around her freely. Down her back, past her hips, and tickling her thighs through the short, translucent gown flowing around her.
Lonely… so very lonely that the ground and sky and everything in between feels as though they were swallowed away in the stomach of 'I don't give a fuck'.
It was too quiet.
Much too quiet.
She speculated her room with cold grey eyes, scanning across from one side to another; it seems to be in order.
So then she turned to the window and closed it shut with all its nice summer air… realization hit her.
Eren was going on a business trip.
Oh right.
She forgot.
Intertwining her fingers in her long black hair, she brought her knees up to beneath her chin and rested the side of her face onto her knees, allowing the loud, echoing silence to ring through her eardrums and bounce around the walls.
A faint slam of the front door that she could only barely hear echoed from downstairs through the obscenely large mansion, and Mikasa perked up, bouncing to her bedroom door and pulling it open with more enthusiasm then she intended, all her previous worries dissipating, "Eren?"
She called, her voice calm and shaking only slightly with excitement.
There was a brief, gentle silence, before a deep and irritated voice replied, "Levi." Mikasa's shoulders slumped, and turned back to her room, dragging her feet across the floor, "and you would do well not to me mistake for 'im."
A slight crease between the area of Mikasa's brows told her she wasn't too pleased with her new guest, and sliding herself forward, she made her way through the hallway and down the marble staircase with her hand gingerly placed on the ivory hand rail and her inky hair flowing messily behind her.
"Are you a friend of his?" She murmured, pale skin contrasting with her dark eyes and hair and blood red lips.
Levi's gaze glided across her features, and quietly, a short breathy comment escaped his lips, "Blanche neige."
His companion tilted her delicate looking neck, exposing more porcelain like skin. Her cool charcoal eyes lit up lazily to take in his ragged shirt and too-long jeans, the only thing that looked of any value on him was the black box tucked beneath his arm.
Eren had often brought home… interesting friends…
"Maid," he muttered, replying her question with a voice containing heavy traces of French.
Mikasa stared down the short man with skeptical eyes, her gaze landing on his beady starless orbs, trying to uncover her way through the murkiness and into the other's thoughts.
From her speculation, she decided that…
… he looked like an ass.
"Eren ordered you here?"
"Non, 'Arlert'"
Mikasa's eyes lit up for a second at her best friend and ex-boyfriend's name, a faint, nearly non-existent smile playing with the edge of her lips.
"Then, he would tell you that the maids in my household must dress accordingly to the dress code."
With a bit of a snarl and pursed lips, the little man twitched his arm, the one that had an expensive ebony box tucked under it.
"Well, I look forward to working with you..." her grin widened slightly, and her eyes glinted more sadistically than kindly, "Levi..." she eyed him up and down, "…chan."
The Frenchman narrowed his eyes in confusion at the term, but whatever it was, it made him felt that he would be doing more than cleaning.
He didn't like it one bit.
(*)
On the first day of his treacherous job, he found himself in a black and white maid dress with cat ears, which sucked only because it was hard to clean in that shit, and that the tail brushed along the dirt on the floor. He also witnessed why the famous actress was so greatly admired by that "Arlert" guy, for the moment the pretty blonde cook who looked a little less than affectionate entered the mansion, her demeanor went from unsympathetically nonchalant to…
"What do you think you're doing in my house?"
"I was told to-" the girl started lazily before she was pinned to the wall and thrown out the door without further notice.
"The next you come here," Mikasa smiled eerily, "I'll castrate you."
Even the French man who did not understand half of what she was saying shivered slightly. "Merde," he muttered to himself, "salope…"
The subject in question spared him an amused glance before walking past him, tweaking his cat-ear in the process, which made Levi go slightly red as he traced his wary eyes all over her long, creamy legs.
Mikasa raised an eyebrow at the cleaning man, it seems as though he didn't watch enough television to know that she was fluent in French.
A/N:
Non: no
Blanche neige: snow white
Merde: shit
Salope: something along the lines of 'crazy bitch'
I wrote this before I realized Levi is not French. It's an AU though, so oh well.
