The first look

As soon as her head peeked through the hall, the cloud of scent hit her.

Eat. Someone had cooked.

As bad as it was, she just stuck her tongue out with a shudder. When you were surrounded by food smells all day, the feeling of hunger decreased significantly.

She paused for a moment, waiting for some reaction to occur. But the hallway remained dark.

She quietly closed the door behind her. Voices reached her ear. They came straight ahead from one of the rooms, the door of which was open and the bright light shone through the hallway - the kitchen.

With a quiet step she slipped past the stairs that led up to her left to the guest rooms, while to the right was the door to the living area. Her head swung up as that smell from outside rose again into her nose - It was strong and unknown and everywhere, mixed with the other aromas in the air.

And it was ... extremely fascinating.

With a gentle smile and suppressing her tiredness, she dared to turn the corner into the light. And there they were, the whole gang of murderers:

At the head of the richly laid dining table, which stood in the midst of the white and brown-gold accented kitchen, sat Raizel, the angel in black and white, in the elegance and aloofness that is his only. His red eyes looked hypnotizing at the bowl of ramen in front of him.

Right around the corner from him sat Frankenstein, looking no less sensual. A tall figure, long blonde hair and sky-blue eyes - you'd like to have someone like that as a boss. And, with only a little resemblance to the Frankenstein from Mary Shelley's novel, also gladly as a cosmetic surgeon. But that was a different story.

Seira, the sweetie with hair like white and silver silk and the only candidate on the list of female household members, had the seat right next to him. She had a similar quiet disposition to Raizel's, which made her presence much less complicated. In contrast to her appendage Regis, who was a similar eye-catcher with his combed back, white and silver hair, through that a black stripe snaked from the temples, but seemed to do nothing better than to complain, how rude all were. Especially M-21.

It wasn't easy for the poor man. Not only did his hair turn gray at such a young age and he easily passed it off as her father, no, he had a really shitty past. One of the kind where others would tie the rope, grab the poison bottle, and give themselves the shot. At the same time, of course. But now he was sitting there - marked by life, but alive. Only the scar that ran the length of the left corner of his mouth and the hard expression in his steely gray eyes could tell what had happened to him. She didn't know him well enough to know what he thought about it, but what little she knew brought to light in her compassion.

He and Regis sat across from each other and glared at each other. It was their voices that she heard as she walked in- A common quarrel about the fly in the ointment.

But there was still something wrong with the scenery. Not only did M-21 and Regis look strangely satisfied, even though they were in the same room. There was that purple ponytail pulled up next to M-21 that irritated her. Was she walking around with blinkers or was she already showing the first signs of dementia?

Hmm, hardly. It was impossible, by every trick in the book, to overlook, let alone forget, such a person. What meant...

"Oh, you have visitors ~", she drew attention to herself. Everyone looked up.

Ponytail tilted his head back. Ice-blue eyes, filled with a surprised expression, fell on her.

Another head leaned back behind ponytail. A black bowl cut, interrupted by a single, white strand on the left temple area. Only one of his eyes peeked out from a gap between his regular bangs - it was dark and eyed her with the same astonishment as the eyes of the ponytail.

And a pretty one too. Her expression brightened even more.

She raised her hands and pointed to the refrigerator. "I just wanted to say hello for short. Do not feel disturbed. I'll be off again in a minute. " It became clear to her that the scent came from the newcomers! And their nuance was completely its own - like that of M-21, and yet different.

A pleasant wave of bliss ebbed through her body. She shuddered.

"And you don't want to eat with us?" Frankenstein rested his chin on his interlocked fingers and smiled at her.
He looked relaxed, but she hadn't missed it as she looked back from the refrigerator to the table. M-21 wore bandages under his shirt. And not just him - ponytail looked battered and was bandaged too.

So something had happened. She pressed her lips together.

"Ah, no. I just wanted to go upstairs and take a new set of work clothes with me. I really didn't get to wash my clothes last days. But it occurred to me that I still have some here. And while I'm here...", she chatted, and buried her nose in the refrigerator. No one saw the huge lump of saliva made by her runaway salivary glands, gurgling down her throat. She also took a deep breath. She had caught the smell of blood streaming from under the bandages.

When she came out she was holding four yoghurt pots and a lunch box - a few reserves that she kept here now and then. The cookie she fished out of the box was limp, but she didn't care. She bit into it, closed the box and stowed it in the shoulder backpack she was carrying. "And while I'm here, I can put this one in the laundry right away." She tugged at the hem of her kitchen outfit inconspicuously - when did it get so warm in here?

"And jump into the tub for a moment," she added reluctantly. "If that's okay."

Still smiling, she looked around. Her focus was on the newcomers, whom she looked inconspicuously out of the corner of her eye. She noticed that the third in line was the only one who wasn't wearing a white shirt, but a black, slightly too loose long-sleeved shirt that...

It was difficult for her not to show how the warm waves of the shower turned into an ecstatic tingling sensation.

"In short - of course", Regis commented.

"Hm?"

"You're blocking the bathroom again all evening. That is rude to others. "

The guy by the ponytail was still looking. What was he thinking when he eyed her like that?

"I have the permission. It is also at the discretion of Mr. Direx if his employees go about their work well smelling and well-groomed. Isn't that right, Mr. Direx?"

She beamed at Frankenstein.

Suddenly he was clutching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger as if he had a headache.

"Now…"

At that moment Raizel raised his glass and led it to his lips. Frankenstein froze.

"Of course." He smiled back, but his face looked strangely pale.

"You see." She shrugged. "Besides, you don't need to feel disadvantaged. There is more than one bathroom here."

"Which employee goes into his boss's house to bathe?!"

Pretty sure he's getting a great first impression of her.

Now she leaned down to Regis.

"At least I don't use other people's Fruchtzwerge* without asking. That would be rude too, wouldn't it, Regis?"

"I beg your pardon?! What are you suggesting to me?" His red eyes bored into her.

"Regis. I know and you know too." She came closer and he backed away." Calcium and vitamin D are known to be good for bone growth. So I understand that."

"Where she is right, she is right." That was M-21. His mouth twitched treacherously.

"Who asked you?!", Regis said indignantly.

"I'm not M-21," she continued instead. "I don't feel like going to such a theater. In the end, M-21 falls off the chair. So…" She slid back into an upright pose, broke off two of the yogurt pots and pushed them towards Regis. And smiled soothingly.

He looked at her suspiciously.

"You it as a peace offer. Treat yourself to dessert, don't blush and just say thank you."

Did he have black painted nails? Did she see that right? Mmhh...
Another shiver flooded her, and manifested itself ... in the middle of her body.
She clenched her fist.

"Pah." Regis, actually fiery red in the face, averted his gaze.

"Please", she pushed, put her hands on her hips and smiled lovely.

Then Regis pushed the cups closer to his place setting and mumbled a "Thank you ..."

Seira had closed her eyes, but there was a slight smile on the corners of her mouth. M-21 grinned and crossed his arms. Even the two newcomers exchanged a meaningful look.

"Good. I'll be up there", she said, raised her hand and stepped back. Once more her gaze met the ponytail, then his buddy with the frivolous dress style.

Frivolous?
Okay, it was definitely time to go.

As soon as she had left the room, the laughter died down and she covered her face with her hands. Prayed that no one noticed anything. What was the matter with her? As soon as there were new faces, things started to cluster in a region of the body that was better not active in this situation...

She tightened her crotch.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Regis' voice echoed, but the rest of the discussion was lost in her own mind.

Taking a cold shower, yes, that would she do at first.