Satira slammed the library door and glared daggers at the wall. That fox! He was so?intolerable! Making her organize this library and then do his laundry! Fine! If he thought that she would be an obedient little cat because he refused her food and rest until she got her chores done, then she would teach him a thing or two?oh yes, she would do her chores alright. She smiled to herself. She knew exactly what she would do. But first things first, she walked over to the first book shelf and started taking off the books. She would have to start from scratch here. The books had no order whatsoever. She placed all the books with authors starting with A in one pile, B in another and so on down the line. By the time she had taken all the books off the shelf, they room had towers of books everywhere. She went back to the A pile and started alphabetizing and then placing on the shelf. She had always loved to read. At home, she had spent hours in the library, reading every book until she had to go to sleep. Home. Her ears drooped a little as she sat down, reminiscing. How she missed home. The raiders had taken a lot of her people captive. Many of then more than likely shared the same fate she did, servitude. The others had either been killed or sold off. She wiped away a tear; it didn?t do to dwell in the past. What was done was done, and she tired to think of the positive side. She had hit rock bottom working for that egotistical Yoko, so the only way left to go was up. The raiders hadn?t seemed to be able to locate her yet, and for that much she owed Yoko her gratitude. She went back to her job, finishing the library. It was close to midday and the library hadn?t been as big as she had originally thought. Then she went back to Yoko?s room to collect his laundry. She made his bed and smiled at the repaired sheets he had. And then started picking up his white toga looking outfit that he always wore. In fact, most of his wardrobe looked the same. She smiled, well that would just make this easier. She went to the laundry room and threw half of Yoko?s clothes in one tub and the other half in another. She washed one half of the clothes regularly, getting them clean and then drying them. She hung them up to finish drying and turned to the other half with an evil smile.

Later that day, Satira walked back to her room after finishing Yoko's laundry and then eating. She entered her room and fell down on her bed exhausted.

"So, you're Satira." A new voice said. Satira sat up and noticed the wolf demon she had passed by earlier this morning. A new bed had been added to the room and the wolf demon was sitting on it, looking at her. Satira nodded.

"Yes, that's me. Who are you?"

"I am Amira." The wolf demon said. "You know, you've made quite a stir here." She said with a smile. Satira looked down.

"I didn't choose to come here." She answered in defense.

"Not surprising. Amira answered. "No one wants to be a servant, but not everyone is lucky enough to escape it."

"Are you a servant?" Satira asked.

Amira shook her head, "No, I joined here of my own free will. I am one of Yoko's spies." Amira noticed Satira's eyes flare up in anger at the mention of Yoko's name.

"You're not very fond of Yoko are you?" Amira asked. Satira tossed her head.

"Should I be! He forced me into a fight, beat me, and now I am his servant and have to do everything he says or else I am denied food or rest!"

"He isn't that bad." Amira said. "But I can sympathize. Being forced to work with someone you don't like is never appealing. I know."

"You do?" Satira asked curious. Amira nodded.

"Yoko insists on teaming me up with this fire demon. He hates me, I hate him. But Yoko thinks we work well together."

"That is so typical of him!" Satira said standing. "He doesn't care about anyone else but himself!"

Amira looked at her. "Actually, that isn't true. He cares about his friends, and believe it or not, he is protective of his servants and treats them well. He takes great care that none of the thieves harass the female servants."

"Great," Satira said sarcastically. "So it's just me then!"

"Things will get better." Amira said soothingly. "And actually, I think he likes you." Satira looked at her like she was crazy.

"now THAT I can't believe." She said. "Where would you get that idea?"

Amira smiled. "You stand up to him and not very many people are willing to do that. I think he finds your spirit a nice change. And also..."Amira said looking at Satira out of the corner of her eye. "I think he thinks you?re pretty." Satira sat down.

"You're making that up!" she accused. Amira shrugged.

"Maybe..."

Yoko walked back into his room later that day, pleased to find that it was once again clean. "Hm. Maybe she did learn her lesson after all." He thought as he went to his closet. He opened up the doors and his eyes went wide and then narrowed in anger.

"SATIRA!"