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K/N: Urameshiya!

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K/N: U-umm... Are you-

Y/N: Not even a little bit.

K/N: Aww...

A/N: A-anyways, with that bit of random Karakasa out of the way, how about we get on with the show!

Night, Scarlet Devil Mansion, Remilia's PoV:

I took a sip of tea that the Fairy maids had made. Bleh. Bitter, and too much sugar. How does one even manage to have both of those flavors at once...? That could be considered a skill of its own, really.

Where is Sakuya? Even if today may be interesting, she should have appeared by now...

Could it be that... that she's grown tired of our reliance on her? She's been like the mother I hardly remember, but maybe... maybe I drove her away?

That couldn't be it, right?

...Right?

"Lady Remilia?" The nearest Fairy maid had a bit of worry on her face. She had long, ruby red hair. Had I been in the mood, I'd have thought about what a lovely color it was.

"...What is it?" I gave her a confused look. It was rare that any of the Fae under my employ would speak around me, let alone to me.

"Are you... okay?" ...And even rarer still that they would ask such an odd question.

"What...? Of course I'm okay! Whatever would make you think otherwise?" I gave her a fearsome look, which she oddly didn't react to.

She paused a moment, to search for the right words, before saying, "It's just... You're crying, Mistress."

...What?

I dabbed a finger to my cheek, and felt wetness. I had been crying without even realising it ever since I had begun to think as I had.

I drew a sharp breath, and let out a sigh, before I asked, "Maid?" My calm, dark tone caused the girl to flinch.

"Y-yes, Lady Remilia?" I could hear the steady rise of heart-rate, and yet I didn't care.

"Closer..." My voice was but a whisper.

"Pardon?" She didn't quite catch my words, as they floated away like steam, and never reached her ears.

"Come closer, Fairy." I was calm, and yet there was something hiding under those words.

She timidly approached, before I caught her now terrified form in a hug.

She expected me to kill her, and squeezed her eyes shut. I never brought my fangs, claws, or strength of arm to bear, leaving behind a confused girl in my embrace. And then she realised that I had burried my face in the crook of her neck, and she felt the warm moistness that was my tears seeping into the neck of her outfit.

Wordlessly, the maid did all she could think of to do in this situation. She comforted me, and returned my embrace, while I cried into her shoulder.

Sakuya's PoV:

Aaaand done. What a lovely dinner we've prepared!

I turned to Orange, who I had set down in a chair in the corner, much to the confusion of the numerous Fae we had for Kitchen duty that night. With a bit of training, even the dumbest of Fae can be atleast a sub-par maid, or chef. However, I had a few particularly good Fae on hand tonight. I had no name to reffer to them by, as most Fae don't have names, but I tend to be able to remember their faces and type of Fairy well enough that I could place which ones are good at what, and assign accordingly. The only Fae that are excluded from kitchen duty would be the Summer Fairies, as they tend to burn everything with their flames. It helps that they find ash to be tasty, however that might work.

However, I was surprised to find her happily snoring; she had a long day, I suppose, so it does make sense. I needn't t wake her for the time being, as she has had a rough time, I'm sure. I suppose I shall alert the others around the mansion to breakfast being ready.

In what seemed like an instant to all but myself, I was in the library.

"Lady Patchouli, it's time for breakfast." I had my usual neutral mask of an expression on.

She closed her book with a slight bit more force than was wise, as it caused a slight cloud of dust into her face, making her to choke and cough.

As I wasn't going to get an answer of her any time soon, I simply stopped time, and left.

Before anyone but myself knew it, I was at the gate, and throwing a single knife at the not-so sleeping Meiling.

As per usual, she caught the knife mid-air, and threw in between my legs. You know, one of these days she's going to accidentally hit me...

As she had expected, I turned around, bent over, and picked it up, before slipping it back into one of my thigh sheathes. Had I eyes on the back of my head, I would have seen her looking at my red and white striped soul.

Without me needing to speak once, I knew my message had been delivered, so I once more gave time pause, and swam my way back to the kitchen in a slow instant.

Now back in the kitchen, I looked around with a smile. Good, the maids had begun to take the food to the table. Now all that must be done is to make my own way to the dining room.

I picked up Orange once more, and began the long walk to where we would have a meal. I even made something special, just for Orange. I do hope she enjoys it. Candied oranges, and crystalized oranges. I just hope that Milady will be fine with her staying.

It was a good ten minutes before we had finally arived at the dining room, where most everyone had already arived.

Oddly, Remilia looked at me, then to my cargo, then back to me again, all with her mouth wide open. It would seem I had surprised her a fair bit. Odd.

Unbeknownst to me, she thought that Meiling and I had a child, as Orange looks like Meiling, but is in a maid uniform and being carried by me.

I made my way over to a pair of seats that Meiling had saved beside herself, and sat Orange closest to her, before taking the remaining seat to the side of orange for myself. Unlike when we have company that I see fit to show our particularly good side to, I doubt Orange would appreciate it, so every last seat that would have been empty had a Fairy maid in them. The Fairy maids eat in shifts, as they only really need a meal once a day. When we have no company, or no company to look good for, we allow them to eat at the table.

We really are more like one enormous family, even if a modest salary is involved for the vast majority of us.