The Life of a Tres Spades Maid

Part 10 of this series

Disclaimer same as before

A calm, beautiful morning in Tres Spades hotel's penthouse today...

"Eisuke! Have you seen that woman today?!"

Or not.

Soryu Oh, the mobster from Hongkong, practically screamed this question to his employer slash best friend who sat on the sofa with Ota and Baba. The CEO raised his eyebrows at the angry man quizzically. "Today? Not yet. Today is her day off, though. Why?"

Soryu took a deep breath before hissed frustratingly.

"She stole my gun!"

Everyone in the room, except Soryu himself, gasped.

"Really?" Ota asked him doubtfully.

"Oh my God, she finally did it! I can't believe it!" Baba squealed excitedly.

Eisuke smirked. "Well, I must say that I'm impressed. I don't know she can actually do it."

Mamoru, who's slept in the corner of the sofa, smiled. "The brat has it in her, huh? Impressive."

"Why do you all so calm about this thing?!" Soryu yelled at them before storming out, searching for the certain woman who will be in a lot of trouble when he find her.

Today is a good day. I finally able to borrow Soryu's gun!

Without him knowing.

Steal? No, no! I'm just borrowing it! I'm not intended to have it by myself. I just want to know how it feels to touch it. To hold it. And, maybe, shoot it a little? Hm, I don't know. I'm not that courageous. But maybe… later, I will unconsciously pull the trigger? Who knows?

I'm surprised to know that the gun is not as light as I expected. It's quite heavy for a small weapon. And it's so beautiful. Shiny and smooth. No wonder Soryu never allowed me to borrow this before. He was afraid I will defile this pretty little thing.

Now, sitting in my bed in the dorm, I watch the gun closely. After take some pictures from every angle, put it on different surfaces (at the top of my TV, pillow, and table) for no reason, and shake it several times just for weird curiosity, I finally hold the gun in my hand.

Wow, I feel like a badass just by holding this gun!

What is this part called? A barrel? And... hm... this must be the trigger. Is this gun loaded? Will it be okay if I pull the trigger? When I shook the gun, it didn't rattled or anything so its is safe to say that it's empty, right?

I take a long breath, stand up straight, and aim the gun to the safest place in this room if something wrong happened: my pillow. The worst thing will happen to the pillow is getting holes. And if someone come when hearing the bang, I can easily turn the pillow upside down and said that the sound come from my TV, which I already turn on now in advance.

Okay, take a deep breath... exhale. Take a deep breath... exhale. Take a deep breath... exhale.

I'm ready!

One...

Two...

BANG!

Soryu stopped in his track when hearing that sound before running at full speed in the dormitory corridor. What the hell is happening to that girl?! Don't tell me she... he dismissed his negative thought immediately. He knows that she's not a type to do suicide so his anxiousness is unfounded.

But that sound definitely comes from his gun. He used that gun since a long time ago that he knows immediately how it sound when fired. "Just what the hell that girl doing with my gun?!" he cursed under his breath.

That girl seriously in trouble for this.

Whoa!

I did it! I fired the gun. Safely into my pillow which is kinda emitting smoke right now but nothing serious.

So this is what if feels to fire a gun, huh?

It's kinda exciting but that's maybe because I aim a harmless object. I try to imagine what it feels like to aim a person (really aim, not empty threat like Soryu used at her and other managers) and I don't like it. How can Soryu deal with this sickening feeling?

When I contemplated this thought...

Knock knock knock!

Uh-oh, someone's coming! I turned my pillow and turn up my TV volume before open the door. "Sorry, that's my TV..."

"Hey, woman."

OH MY GOD! IT'S NOT MY DORM MATES! IT'S SORYU!

"Don't give me the crap about TV. I know you just fired my gun."

OH. MY. GOD.

"Where is my gun, woman? And what did you just do with it?"

I'm dead. I know it.

Omake:

"Hey, Shizuku. How is it that you don't end up dead after that gun shenanigan?"

"I don't know my self. I just said sorry to him when trying so hard not to cry looking his cold stare and he became awkward and just said that I shouldn't do it again before leave."

"Heh, so Soryu too..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Huh?"

"By the way, this should sated your curiosity of Soryu's gun, right?"

"Yeah... Oh wait! I haven't take selfie with it yet! I just took pictures of it! Hm..."

"..."

"..."

"Hm..."

"Please don't ever do what I think you will do."

"Hm..."

"Shizuku?"

"Hm..."

"Hello?"

To be continued

A/N: Not important thing to said but Shizuku talk to Ota in the omake.

Finally! The next chap. You know, I have four different drafts including this for the tltsm next chapters. And actually, this chap will include the deep convo between Shizuku and Soryu about how he feels about shooting people with guns but I'm too tired to write that now. Well, this won't be the last time she will try to "borrow" Soryu's gun. I will make that convo the next time for sure.

Yay for update! Finally.