Chapter 11
Human Alarm Clocks
And I, I do not dare deny the basic beast inside
It's right here, it's controlling my mind
Do I deserve to die?
Although she was very glad that she had managed to do go down in style and not show any fear to the sadist, yet upon falling midair her bravado evaporated and her mind screamed at her BITCH ARE YOU CRAZY!
Amina managed to land on the mattress, but she hit a few tree branches along the way and they cut her and bruised her. She probably looked like a mess right now but she laughed anyways because if she had indeed gone insane, at least she was alive.
Coach however was not laughing, he was far from it. Today has been an incredibly hectic day, because the goddamn boss came back sometime last night. Which means the very little peace they had before is now over and it was time to rearrange the servants. Most stayed in this part of the mansion to take care of the rest of the lackeys.
But now some needed to be relocated to the kitchen located near the dining room reserved for that capricious bastard and the rest of the top lunatics.
Not to mention, where in the hell was that fat kid? He was in a really pissed off mood and she had missed training, if she's not dying then she sure as hell was going to be when he found her.
Lost in his thoughts, Michael realized that there was this idiot guy who was still babbling, to him something or another about waking up Xanxus. Godamnit, does he look like a personal alarm clock?
He glared at the man. "Do I look like I give a damn? Youse go do it or just find whoever is available and let them do the job. Now get back to work!" For Christ sake, someone buy the damn man an alarm clock from fucking walmart or somethin'. Then if he doesn't like it, he can go blow up the damn place instead of the people.
The other man paled at the thought of him waking up the demon lord, he had seen what happened to the others and so he ran away before facing the fury of the head cook and went to hurriedly someone to take his place.
Amina had a slow start walking back to the servant's quarters. Her leg had gotten sore from her early jump, but it was slowly easing away. She had the lurking sense of dread that once she saw Coach again; the pain was going to come back worse with a vengeance.
She really hoped she was walking in the right direction; she really needed a map of this place. Amina turned around a corner and once again bumped into another person. Remembering what happened the last time she bumped into a person she got into a defensive ready stance and her hands were positioned in such a way like she was going to chop the shit out of the air around her.
Before Amina even got a chance to speak, the man infront of her began to cry, uncontrollably. She blinked; she had tried to go for an intimidating look but never thought she pulled it off that well.
"Umm, I'm sorry if I scared you! Are you okay?" She spoke to him in Italian and gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
The guy just looked at her and sobbed, he began to speak really fast Italian, she was still in the intermediate stage, and she could barely understand him. All she could make out was that he had a family and something about fire, hell, demons, 2 kids, a wife with a bunion problem and that he needed someone to do something for him. Amina was really confused and she felt bad for him, she didn't like to see people cry and without thinking blurted "I'll help with whatever you need so please stop crying."
Immediately, this changed the man's total countenance and he looked at her with a look of complete adoration and gratitude. "Really?"
"Um, sure?" She said hesitantly. The guy began to bow down to her and kissed her hand. "Grazie, dolce Madonna!"
He then took her by the arm and dragged her away in a hurry to the other side of the mansion and to the place where servants abandoned hope, the Varia elite section of the mansion.
Amina quickly noted that she had not been to this part of the place, and she had been missing out. This place looked very, very nice. It looked rich, tasteful and did she mention rich? Did she just enter the house of the rich and famous?
They reached a door where she saw some other servants outside a couple of feet away who seemed to be fighting over who should enter, but it was weird because they each kept shouting reasons why they shouldn't be the one to go in.
The man next to her dragged her quickly to the other guys and they all started talking in their rapid Italian and all she could do was just smile and nod like an idiot. Amina must've done something right because then they all started bowing and saying a bunch of praises in Italian to her.
"Before you go in to wake him up do you any of us to carry any final messages back to anyone?" One of the men asked her, wait so all this was just to wake up some guy? Psh, how hard could that be. "I guess tell Coach not to kill me when I get back?"
They all nodded solemnly and each kissed her hand , thanking her profusely again, before making a sprint for it. Really now from the way these people were acting, someone would think that they were going to wake up a beast from a deep dark place.
Oh. My. Holy. Chocolate
By this time, something should just not surprise her anymore but she entered the room and she thought she had entered a master suite apartment.
Her jaw dropped, she could denote silk, a room filled with red, gold and black. She peered to her left and saw a massive bathroom with a big tub that was more like a pool. Hell, she only had one bathroom in her own home and who ever lived here had a goddamn Jacuzzi?
The room was mostly dark, with the big dark maroon curtains covering the windows but her gaze lingered upon the massive King sized bed and a very masculine presence in it.
There was a man. Sleeping.
Shirtless.
Amina blushed and her mouth suddenly became very dry and though the man in question was sleeping he still had a very intimating aura about him and now she was coming to terms as to the reason why the men outside found it an obstacle to wake up this man.
She herself kind of just wanted to just sit there and exam the man in question. Then she realized if the man woke up and saw some girl just ogling him like some unknown species it wouldn't be a very favorable scenario for her.
He really was an unknown species to her though, she had never seen a man like him, she really wanted to take a closer look because without her glasses she really couldn't see jack.
Curiosity killing the cat, she came as quietly as she could closer to the bed, telling herself that it was for scientific research data and not because she wanted to get a close up of a shirtless man.
Being the extraordinarily graceful and aware person that she is not, she failed to realize there was a gun on the floor and accidentally kicked it against the iron framework of the bed.
Amina didn't even have time to register the tensing of his body before he latched unto her and pinned her below him on the bed, one hand dangerously exuding force onto her throat.
Startled chocolate clashed with fierce red orbs.
"Trash, what the fuck do you want." The man growled menacingly above her.
She couldn't even think straight, all she knew was that she was in a very compromising and possibly deadly position in a bed with a man with amazing eyes.
The last time this happened was well, never.
Oh. Snap. Crackle and Pop.
Author's Note: Gee, I wonder who this guy could be...it eludes me...
I couldn't concentrate on any of my pending work with this story bouncing around in my head xD It's very distracting to think of an essay while having a fanfic in your head.
Yes, I know some of you were wondering when Xanxus was going to come in. (I listened Love muffin of doom =D)
MewKew: haha I'm glad you appreciated the phrase =]
Witty Tennis Girl: I'm really happy you like it!
Mhmm kay people until next time!~
TMM
