I went from the library to my father's office. As I walked through the house I started laughing. Anya's reaction was so perfect.
I composed myself, knocked on the door, and waited to be invited in.
"Enter."
When I entered, I noticed both my parent were in the room. Good, I won't have to do this twice. "Mother, Father, I apologize for making you worry. I was distracted in the garden after Anya asked to see me. A rare butterfly was sitting on a rose…"
"I do not want to hear any of your excuses," my father interrupted. I stopped my explanation.
My mother continued, "You are a lady and a future wife. If you are asked to make yourself present, you make yourself present. You do not make your host wait. Understand?"
I hung my head in what appeared as shame. "I understand. Once again, I do apologize."
"Did you see your sister?"
"Yes, and I apologized to her as well."
"Very well," I was dismissed. I left the office and walked to the parlor.
-#$#-
They weren't even worried about me. All they cared about was that I was late for a meeting. I guess that proves that I'm nothing more than a marketable item to them, and until I'm married with a child on the way, that's all I'll ever be. My sister cares even less about me than they do. I felt a lone tear slide down my cheek. Come on Natasha, she sold you because you were holding them back. No one will miss you when you're gone. So, make them remember…make them suffer…"
CRASH! I jumped and fell backwards off the bench I was sitting on. I looked up, and saw my butler grinning at me.
"You really should pay attention, my lady." I glared at him. He smiled even more and adopted a nattering voice similar to that of my sister, "Perhaps the today's events were too overwhelming for you. Here, let's get you to bed with some warm milk and…"
"Shut up, Thomas." I stood up, brushed off my skirt, and put my hands on my hips. "And don't patronize me. I'm not a helpless little girl."
"You were in the flat this afternoon," he retorted.
"I was just playing the part," I replied indignantly. What made me fall in love with this demon? Wait…in love? I'm not in love! He just my caretaker and killer, who happens to be really hot, sweet, and…GAH! Stop that! Focus on the matter at hand, arguing . "I'm not helpless."
"Of course, my lady." He retorted.
"Grrr. Just teach me the rest of the song already. I'll pay attention this time." Thomas just chuckled and started the lesson all over again.
-#$#-
Of all the useless things humans have invented, the piano is my favorite. The way it changes from a high staccato sound to a low long sound, moving smoothly and gracefully, always mesmerized me. And souls touched by the piano fascinate me as well. The percussion instrument taints the soul of the listener and consumes the soul of the player, whether the person enjoys it or not. Over the centuries, I've made it a point to have my contracted souls at least listen to the piano, if not learn it.
But, Natasha is different from the other souls I've contracted. Not only does she actually enjoy the piano and the pieces I teach her, but she is also able to make the piano reflect her feelings. The music coming from her fingers has become darker and darker as she's gotten older.
Today was a beautiful example of this. After I snapped her out of her thoughts, by slamming on the piano keys, I began teaching her Mozart's KV. 459, no. 19 a piano concerto from earlier in his life. It is a sunny and happy song with an even happier ending. At first the song sounded happy as she started learning the piece, but, as the lesson continued, the music became more ominous. She was playing the same notes in the same time as the original, but it came out darker when she played it. I smiled and almost licked my lips in anticipation of eating such a fascinating soul.
"Thomas," after three hours of piano is was a surprise to hear her voice, "I think it's time to end this little charade."
"What charade would that be, my lady?"
She started the concerto again, and this time it was darker than any other time before. "My life. I'm ready and I think it's time to tell my family how I really feel."
My eyes glowed their normal demon red, "Yes, my lady."
Here's chapter 8! I know short again, but they just don't seem to need the length.
For the next few chapters i will list the music that either inspired the scenes or how a character seemed to sound to me. For this chapter, I kept hearing "Long, Long Time Ago" from Pan's Labryrinth whenever Natasha played the piano. Listen to it and see if you can hear what I mean.
Thank you RenKun-Sensei for always giving me such encouraging reviews.
Disclaimer time: I do not own the concept of kuroshitsuji Claimer: I own everything else about this story!
