author's note: Hello everyone~! Yay, I'm back with a new chap...k, I'm sorry for taking so long to write this...at the moment, I'm experiencing school, looking for a part-time job- syndrome, and worst of all - an author block...I mean, although I have the whole chap in my head...somehow, it just doesn't come in words...so, yeah...let's hope it finally did.
Thank you all very much for the kind support =DDD. I'm very happy to know that my story (although has been long forgotten by the author) is still been read by you guys!
Well, let's skip the rest of the blabber and start this.
Disclaimer: as much as you know, I, sadly, only own my Oc in here. And yes, even the wonderful ideas are not mine. They are mostly made by the wonderful Narzik . deviantart . com (without the spaces) so credits to her!
Let the show...BEGIN!
Chapter 9:
I know how to get my vendetta~
The boys passed by Annette without even bothering to look at her. Well, on the positive side, the girl would've probably preferred not to be noticed, if she knew what was coming at her.
Though, sadly the offended teenager didn't seem to know that. 'How could they have not noticed ME and passed by ME?!' was all that was running through the black-haired girl's thoughts. She thought about it, as if it was the biggest offence she ever got (and probably is).
Whatever concern she had in the beginning for them (remember, in the last chapter she actually was wondering what happened to them?) dissolved completely. Of course, that was also not the reason she was storming after them, up the gorgeous stairs.
"WAIT!" She demandingly shouted at them, finally coming to the top of the stairs. Both of the teenage assassins turned around, wondering what the hell was trying to cross their path, when they are in such a horrifying mood.
Well, out of all the possibilities, they didn't cross the one with an overly bright yellow (did I mention before that it was glittery?) dressed maid, with puffy orange scarf around her back and hands.
Somehow, Xanxus seemed to forget all of the rage that he had after the meeting. Instead, he was now concentrated on the girl, he happened to be so stupid as to hire as a maid.
'Just what in the world of satan is she wearing?!' Was all that he was wondering now.
Ok, Xanxus might be an obsessed-with-power-and-mightiness kind of guy who doesn't care about anyone else. BUT, as a true Italian AND mafioso teenager, he cares about style. Well, despite his killing glare and deathly attitude, he does have good tastes, right?
Come on, you have to agree, he has reeeaaaallllyyy high-class needs.
Anyways, although he really didn't give a damn about this mysterious Annette Claire, that just suddenly popped up from no where and into the lives of the Varia, he thought of her as the trash that knows how to dress-up at least.
Well, he is taking those thoughts back, she is just trash with tastes like... the supposed future sun guardian of his. Oh god, he should've known that this was coming.
But what took him back a bit...like seriously tiny bit, was that obviously serious and offended face, "YOU!" She spoke, pointing her finger at no other than the scary Varia boss.
The said boss raised an eye-brow, wondering if he did something to in-please this girl (he would've been probably happy to find out what that is).
"How dare you walk by me, AND not even look at me. Especially when I'm so dressed up all gorgeous just for you?!" Well, if anything, this girl had a high level of self-confidence and honesty (in some respect).
Now both of the boys rose their eyebrows, in slight surprise. They had never had a girl say that to them before (well, yes, most of them didn't even stand in five metres radius from you without getting scared and wanting to run away.) Oh, and yes, if you haven't forgotten, Squalo was also there, wondering how much time she spend with the gay teen. Though, despite being bitterly played around with, the silverette seemed to have formed some neutral respect for the girl, since she somehow got most of the subordinates of the Varia to be at her side to do the job for her.
Anyways, that wasn't the point, he figured that the maid wasn't from any family, so she would've made a perfect ally for them. Although, he was still suspicious of her character and didn't dare to bring this up to Xanxus.
So, basically, after a long pause of awkward silence, where all three of them seemed to have thought of their own problems, Xanxus figured he had to reply somehow, and decided to be as honest as possible.
"Shut up, trash. You're annoying...And change from the clown costume." The Varia boss jerked his head away, and started walking again to where ever he was going before, Squalo following him right after.
Heartbroken and offended, Annette jerked head too and went in the opposite direction from the boys.
Although the girl didn't show it, she was actually quite glad that her original taste was still not as judged by normal guys. Well, that led to the end of her listening to flamboyant gays for advice on fashion. She still stood better on her own (of course, she looked good in anything, but some things looked better than the rest.)
Changing back to her black maids outfit, the girl remembered that the Varia's genius ordered her to bring some chips...or was it popcorn?
"Brat." She muttered, feeling like she's being used as a...maid.
Though, it didn't take long before she found a way to repay the spoiled prince. The black-haired teenager made a copy of the kid's grin, which looked weird and scary on her.
Coming into the kitchen, some men were cooking dinner or what not. "Oh, Annette~, how beautiful you're today too~." One of younger chefs said, adoring the maid.
"Oh, please Prisco, who doesn't know that? I'm always beautiful." The said girl smirked, running a finger around the guy's chin.
"Yes, you are, honey." Prisco replied, wanting to grab her by the waist. But the girl, being herself, didn't let him, so, with a smirk, she just continued to walk.
Opening the cupboard doors, the girl takes out a pack of popcorn and puts it in the microwave for five minutes, on the highest temperature.
By the way, did I already mention that Annette is really horrible in the kitchen? Well, yes, yes she is.
After like five minutes, there was a horrible smell of burned popcorn. Then emotionelessly the maid took out the pack from the microwave and headed out of the kitchen, leaving the chefs to sweat-drop. They didn't think that the girl was that hopeless in 'cooking'. If you can even call that cooking.
Though they figured that it was intentionally made like that, because the said black-haired gave out a smile that could only mean huge trouble, "Well, gentlemen, I'm off to serve the young master." She said, waving at the, frozen from fear to what's going to happen, men.
Taking the burned smelled pack of popcorn, Annette left the large chicken.
Going through the corridor, the girl pushed fancy oak doors with her hips. The door led to none other than Prince the Ripper's room itself.
She then threw the pack that was in her hands on the king-sized bed that stood in the middle of the place, hardly seen, since the room was a total mess. Well, he was a spoiled, unhygienic eight-years-old, right? And his highness doesn't do things like clean-up. That's the servents jobs.
Though noticing something falling onto his messy bed, the prince moves to see what it is.
Looking from where he stood, there was a suspicious burned smell from...somewhere. Though he just couldn't detect from where it was coming, so he just automatically opened the pack of popcorn, without looking at it.
That's when his attention was grabbed by something black from the inside of the thing which he was holding. Charcoal. The thing that was suppose to be once popcorn turned seriously to black..charcoal.
"Maid! What in the world of sanity did you do to this popcorn?!" The pissed prince got out some of his knives and started throwing them at the older girl.
Noticing that the girl, was already five cm away from his face, Bel jumped back with a small panic and shock. 'Just how did she just do that?!' He thought, getting defensive.
"Well, why don't you just do it yourself the next time kid?" She gave him a small poke on his hairy forehead and with a smirk, left the messy room.
"Kaching." The Varia's genius, finally broke the limits to his nerves and threw his knives with the strongest force he managed, making hole in the wooden doors, almost hitting the maid, who easily dodged them behind the doors. That was a close call.
'Heh, that's what you get for looking down on me~.' Annette seemed pleased about the success of her plan.
"Now..how do I get back at him?" The girl thought really hard, but nothing seemed to come to her.
Well, not until she over-heard random men talking to each other.
"Hey, who are you going to root for?" random man n. 1 asked, curiosity in his voice. "The Jiggy Jags of course!" random man n.2 exclaimed. "You're right, their the best shooters out there. Well, after Nono's favourite hit man, Reborn of course." random man n.3 agreed with n.2.
Getting a bit too interested in what they were talking about (oh, by the way, she still doesn't know that Reborn is her master, so she didn't really care about that part), Annette walked into their conversation, surprising the Varia subordinates.
"Ciao, boys. Mind filling me on your conversation? It seemed very interesting." The girl didn't seem to bother to hide that she was eaves-dropping. Instead, she placed her left leg on the rather tall table, getting comfortable.
"This things are not exactly very interesting for girls actually...Well, I guess telling won't hurt." The tallest one of them said, taking something out of his pocket. Which awfully looked like crumbled paper. And you were right, it was a crumbled, to the point that it looked like trash, poster.
On it read, : "May the best one win! A shoot off competition, for the prize of 1 000 000 eur. The registration finishes a minute before the practice starts. Date - .XX. DON'T BE LATE, OR YOU'LL REGRET IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE (Ps. - location, !"
'Yes, sir~' Annette smirked, finally also finding away to get back at her offender, a.k.a. Varia's boss, and admiring what it said about the prize.
"Now, who told you that girl's are not interested in this kind of things?" The girl gave a playful face, making the men blush from their own stupidity.
"Like I think this sounds very fun. You know..." The black-haired teenager now pulled the most innocent face you could possibly see on her, "..The boss seemed really in the bad mood lately. I believe he needs to relax a bit more ." She was brushing her hair now with her hands, slightly tilting her head, so she won't be fully looking into the men's eyes.
And although Annette was doing her best for them not to notice, but just one mention of the boss made them stiff.
"Umm...Annette, the boss isn't a person that would go to these kind of social events." The man n.1 said, still slightly shaken. "Yeah, he is more a 'lonely wolf'-type of guy." the others agreed.
"Now, now, don't go assuming stuff without seeing it for yourself, darlings. He just doesn't know how to relax." The girl calmly made it clear that she isn't going to give up on the idea any time soon.
"So, " She clapped her hands together, as if making a deal, "will you do me a favour?" the girl asked, blinking her eyes, making her long, naturally black eye-lashes move around.
"What would that be, love?" Man n.3 asked straight away, totally around the girl's finger already, since you could see hearts coming out of his eyes.
"Well, you did just say the boss is a lonely wolf, right? That means he won't go there himself." Then a very evil grin creped up her pretty face, making goose bumps creep up the men's spine "But. If we make him go there, he won't be able to resist the joy!"
"Now, don't you want to make your boss happy?!" The girl stood up from the excitement and rose her hands, as if giving a war-like speech.
The guys looked at each other, not sure what to do. Since of course, they don't want their heads to be blown away by the boss, they didn't want to participate. But saying 'no' to the girl was...heart-breaking. So, they were indecisive of what to do.
Annette rolled her eyes at this lameness, "If you help me, I'll give you all rewards." She then added. This time, not saying it in her usual playful way, but rather disappointed at the idiots, who couldn't even decide one thing. ONE thing!
Everyone agreed after that remark.
"Ok, meet me in front of Xanxus's room at...4 o'clock in the morning." All of the men nodded their heads in unison, letting the maid leave them in relieve and grin about how smart she is.
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3:53 A.M.- Varia mansion.
A girl dressed in dark, light clothes was silently walking through the unlit corridors. In her hands was a long, strong rope. What was it for? Let's see and find out.
3:55 A.M. - corridors
The same girl opens some grand doors professionally, without making even the slightest sound.
3:56 A.M. - inside the room
The mysterious figure walks carefully through, to the target, not touching the expensive furniture. And like a cat, she elegantly does her job.
3:58 A.M. - next to the target
Magically, a bottle of strong vodka appears out of nowhere. The mystery girl puts it on a small napkin, which also appeared magically. Then, taking the napkin, she carefully places it next to the target's nose and mouth.
3:59 A.M - the target
The target wants to make a loud noise, but the lack of oxygen makes it unconscious. 'Success.' The mystery girl thought, putting everything away.
4:00 A.M - next to the doors of the room
"Glad you came on time, I wouldn't be able to lift the corpse." The girl said happily at the upcoming three strong-build figures. 'Sucker~.' The main mystery girl thought, before telling one of her companions to take one of the fancy chairs as well and closing the door behind them silently.
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8.00 A.M - unknown to us place yet.
"Just what the hell did I dream about...?" A rather low for a teenager voice asked, feeling like he has a hang-over or something.
A second after opening his eyes, he closed them again, not wanting to believe them any more.
Xanxus looked around again, finding out this - Xanxus, the scary Varia boss and the heir to Vongola (yes, he's going to become one no matter what) was in a middle of a carnival, sitting on a fancy chair, tightly tied up.
One thing crossed his mind for some reason when he took all of that information in... "That damn trashy maid!" He felt boiling inside, almost as if he was starting to become pure burning lava.
"Yes, master? Did you call?" A girly tone of a girl his age asked innocently, smiling like she knew absolutely nothing.
"You better start explaining, trash!" If you thought you already saw the boy's most intense glare...you were wrong, because this takes it aaaallll to another level.
"Your grumpiness probably comes from being hungry, what would you like to eat, sir?" The innocence was getting somehow really creepy too.
"Meat." He answered straight off, not caring any more for killing the brainless maid. "You're a carnivore to the fullest, oui? Don't worry, honey, meat's coming right up~!" The said brainless maid patted the hair of the...getting scary 'lion', as if oblivious to the dense atmosphere.
"What the hell is going on?!" After a long silence, Xanxus finally asked coolly.
"Wait, honey. The fun's still not even started. You're going to be enjoying yourself soon enough." Annette answered the question, smirking, "Aren't I a good maid? I take care of my master's relaxation and mood. You should give me a bonus, you know?" she made a glint with her eyes, hoping the fifteen-year-old will understand what she meant by that. Though, Xanxus being...well, Xanxus, didn't even bother to understand, he just ignored her completely.
Having his pride on the line, he didn't want the people to think he was weak and that's why tied up. NO! He would first die before letting that happen. So, instead of just asking the girl to untie him, he used the flame of wrath (small portion) to let it burn and become ash.
"Anyways, where is this place, trash?" The guy asked, standing up at full length and trust me, when I say that he is tall. Because he is.
"Hohoho~, you thought I was going to tell you that easily, after going through all that trouble of getting you here?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
The male just stared at her, thinking that she might stop blabbering soon enough. "Not a chance." She just answered her own question.
Getting his rage back at her, Xanxus started flaming his right-hand with flame of wrath. But. Before he could even do anything, a pistol was already pointed at him, "Though I might change my mind, if you just happen to be so lucky as to win against me in a shooting competition." Her evil grin looked dark, mysterious and scary to the point of getting Xanxus to see the girl from a different point of view.
"Fine, trash." He agreed. And he wanted to look cool, by just walking off, but he had absolutely no idea where he was. Ok, he knew he was in the middle of some pathetic happy, clowny, trashy carnival, but WHERE he was, or WHERE he HAD to go, were two different things.
"So, who's the clown now?" Annette asked, walking by and swaying her hair to the side. She smirked, as she looked behind her, at the irritated figure of her boss.
On the other side, most of the people preferred not to even come 7 metres radius from the pair, since their professional scary auras were dangerous looking for all the normal people.
Yay! The chaps finished! I reeeaaaaalllyyyy hope you guys like it as much as I had fun writing this, cuz it was a whole lot. Especially the night scene XDDDDDDD.
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