"Young master Hayato! Is something wrong?"
Turning to look at the source of the voice, Hayato smiled a little when he saw who it was. "Bianca. . ." he said when he caught sight of the worried-looking young maid. "I'm fine."
Running up to her young master, she knelt down, putting both hands on either side of his face. "Did you get hurt?" she asked, referring to how red his eyes were.
Backing away a little, Hayato laughed. "I told you, Bianca, I'm fine! We just had some guests over, and I got a little upset. Dad was there for me, so don't worry."
A slight frown marred the twenty-four-year-old's face. "Guests?" she asked, wondering who it had been that had made her young master cry, and whether they had left the mansion alive. "I wasn't aware that we were expecting visitors today."
"We weren't," said Hayato, his eyes flashing with anger for a second. "But that bitch came anyway."
Bianca was appalled. "Young master! Watch your tongue," she chided sternly; she reminded herself to talk to master G about swearing in front of the kids.
"Well, it's the truth," said the young silverette, looking away with a huff. "I mean, what made her think that she could say sorry, and everything would be okay again? She's messed in the mind if she thinks I'm going to leave my dad and the rest of my family just to go live with her."
By now, Bianca was truly bewildered. "Who are you talking about?" she asked in confusion. "Who wanted you to live with them?"
"Asako," he said in a scathing voice.
For a minute, Bianca was quiet, wondering why the name sounded familiar. Then, after a minute of thinking, she remembered; Asako was one the four women hated most by the maids of the Vongola estate, the others being Nana, Gisella, and Hibari Kyoko (Sasagawa Kyoko was almost as loved as the young masters). "Your mother came here?" she blurted out before she could stop herself.
"That woman isn't my mother!" Hayato hissed. Blushing a little, he turned his face away, saying, "Like I told her; aunt Elena and you and the other maids are more like mothers to me than she will ever be."
When she heard these words coming out of Hayato's mouth, Bianca had to resist the urge to cuddle him to death. Satisfying herself with a pat on the head, she smiled brightly at Hayato and said, "You don't know how much that means to me."
Smiling shyly, Hayato threw his arms around her in a quick hug, then turned and ran off to find his brothers.
Bianca stayed where she was, watching him until he disappeared, then got up and returned to her work with a goofy smile on her face. She had been working at the Vongola mansion for about six years now, and she had come to care for every single one of her masters and young masters, as had all the other maids; which was the reason she could never in any lifetime forgive the idiot mothers who had abandoned them.
Bianca knew how lucky she was to have this job, and she knew she would do anything to have a son like her young masters, or a daughter like Chrome. She had heard stories from other, more experienced, maids who had been surprised when they had started working for master Giotto and his guardians. Most employers didn't even really bother to learn the names of their staff, but not only did the occupants of the Vongola manor know the names of all the people who worked for them, they never confused anyone with another, which was a big thing, because the Vongola employed over a hundred staff memebers keeping the mansion in order, and that wasn't including the other mansions they owned on other countries.
The whole day, as she worked, Bianca was in a good mood, and when she was driving home from work she was still just as chipper.
The moment she stepped into her house, though, she felt her good mood vanish.
All over the floor, bottles of beer littered everywhere, and the furniture was a total mess; chairs were toppled over, the carpet was wrinkled, and even the curtains had been torn. What the hell had happened in here?
In the middle of it all, her fiancé was completely passed out on the couch, his mouth open an a little drool rolling down his chin. Sighing, Bianca slipped off her jacket, and to quietly move around the living, picking up bottles here and there. All the while, she was trying not let herself get too frustrated with the man. Last week, he had been laid off from the company which he had been working for for almost five years now, and it had been a real blow to him, so he had taken to drinking. She knew it wasn't his fault, and that he would probably get over it soon enough. Until that happened, she would just have to learn to be patient, and support him in his time of need.
When she almost had the living room presentable again, Bianca heard a groan from behind her and turned around to see that he had woken up. Mustering up a smile, she said, "Flavio, you're awake. Are you feeling okay? Sick?
The man just ignored her, his eyes looking unfocused. "Where've you been?" he asked . . . at least, that's what she thought he had said; the words were slo slurred that it was hard to be sure what exactly he had meant.
"At work," she replied.
Letting out a dark chuckle, the man said in barely intelligible words, "At work? What work? All you do all day is cater to the whims of seven beautiful, rich men and their spoiled children. How is that work? Your life must be pretty easy, having to clean a house to make money."
Bianca froze when she heard the words that came out of the man's mouth. "Don't say that," she said in a clipped tone. "How can you judge them without even knowing them?"
Flavio let out another mean laugh and said, "Defending them now, instead of yourself?" he asked, seeming a little more sober. "I wonder why that is. Normally, a woman would take her man's side, not her boss's, am I right?" He paused for a second, before an expression of understanding lit his features, then turned into a scowl. "Aha! I know why you're acting like this! You've slept with them, haven't you?" Now normally, Flavio was handsome enough, with his soft, sandy coloured hair and his pale grey eyes, but right now, his face was twisted into such an expression, the beauty of his features made him look all the more frightening.
"What?" asked Bianca in an outraged voice. "How dare you even suggest that! We've known each other for years, Falvio, and you know I would never do anything like that!"
"Well, what else am I supposed to think?" he shouted. "You leave the house even before I wake up, and I don't so much as here a word from you until you come back at five in the afternoon! What the hell do you do all day?"
"I clean the mansion, I do the laundry, I help take care of the kids!"
"How long can it take to clean a mansion? From what I've heard, there are a lot of other maids there too, why don't they help you once in a while?"
"They do! But you have no idea how big the place is! And we have so many other jobs too! Master Giotto and the others are very important, very busy men, so we have to do our best, as their employees, to make their job easier!"
A nasty smirk came onto his face and he said, "Yes, I can imagine exactly how it is you make their jobs easier."
Letting out a scream of frustration, Bianca finally lost all her patience and shouted, "I work my ass off all day, so that I can provide for your lazy ass, and this is what I get? I am not standing for this!"
"Haha, it looks like you've become quite cocky," said Flavio. Suddenly, he was towering over Bianca. "Is it because you think that you're somehow special to them? Well let me tell you this, princessa. They see you as nothing more than-"
Before he could continue, Bianca slapped him across the face. "Shut up!" she said with tears in her eyes. "Don't talk about them in that way in my presence!"
Her fiancé stared at her for a second with wide eyes, as if surprised that she had had the nerve to slap him. Then, he balled his hand into a fist and a punch connected with the side of Bianca's face, making her reel back. "Get of my house now, you ugly whore!"
Her fury reaching uncharted limits, Bianca, who had until now been nursing the bruise that would surely appear on her skin soon enough, swiftly kicked him in the crotch, then turned and walked away, saying, "Whatever you say, you alchoholic bastard. I never want to see your face again!"
Pulling a pair of shoes on, she grabbed her coat and rushed out of the house, slamming the door closed.
Once she was out of view of the house, she broke into a run, her eyes shut and tears streaming down her face.
Because she wasn't watching where she was going, it wasn't long before the woman bumped into something, or rather someone.
"Woah, there, you should be more careful, little lady," said a familiar, kind voice, and Bianca's eyes flew open in shock.
"Master Asari!" she gasped out, looking up at the Japanese man.
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