Author's Note} This is my little twisted world, that originally started out based on my friend Anjel's fanfics starting with And You Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse and since she writes much faster than I can read, I gave up on ever trying to finish her series and am making my own twisted world off of it. She knows. She wonders..... But I'm me.
Disclaimer} I don't own Sekmekt or Kayura. What ever anime Japanese/American tv companies air them own them, and blah blah blah. I don't own Kiri, either Kat or Anjel does, I'm not sure who.... Though if you ask her father, Kale would probably say he owned her.... ::shrugs:: Anywase, on to the story now.
"Is This the Right House?"
The girl knocked on the door. Her short brown hair ruffled in the slight breeze, though it wasn't long enough to ever fall out of place, being only about an inch long all over.
"Sir? Madam?" she called when no one answer. *Please, someone, somewhere, answer.* she begged silently. There were only about two houses that had numbers in this neighborhood, but neither had been the one she was looking for.
The door opened, and a man with an eye patch answered. "Yes? Can I help you?"
"I hope so. I'm looking for a Mr. Kuroda. The maid office downtown sent me. Could you tell me where he lives?"
The man smiled. "He lives right here. I'm Dais Kuroda. Come on it. What's your name?" He opened the door wider.
"I'm Julie..." she answered, quietly, as she walked inside, taking in his appearance. He deffinatly was odd looking. His hair, though white, appear almost pink, and was curly past his shoulders. The eye patch gave hint to osme battle or fight, as did the scars on his hands.
"I'm glad you're here Julie. Thanks for coming." Silently, Dais was coaching himself. *Be nice, non-threatening. Don't scare her, don't scare the girl.* he thought, knowing his appearnce wasn't exactly comforting.
"Sure..." Julie answered. "Um.. what exactly do you need me to do?"
"Well, I need someone to clean once a week. Maybe twice... It'd be stuff like vacuuming, dusting, mopping, that kind of stuff... I'll do laundry and cooking and such, don't worry..." he trailed off, thinking of Kayura.
"That doesn't sound too hard." Julie replied.
"It shouldn't be. I'm the only one here... My girlfriend just died.. That's why I need someone to clean..." Dais said sadly, for some reason feeling as though he needed to explain.
"Oh, gosh. I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Julie asked in concern.
Dais thought back to his conversation with Kayura. "Yes... I think I'm okay..."
"That's good... Um, so where's the cleaning supplies at...?"
"They're over here... under the sink..." Dais replied, leading her down the hall toward the kitchen. "Here's all the soaps and rags.. Um, the mop and the broom are over there," he said, poitning to a corner near the frigde. "And the trash can is over here," he finished, indicating the corner near the stove... on a shelf three feet above the ground, Julie noted. She wondered if she could convince him to move it at some point in time... to a safer place.. the floor maybe...
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Dais smiled. That was nearly three years ago. Since then, Julie had become accustomed, comfortable with his looks. She came over more now, not just to clean. She and Dais had become good friends since her first frightened appears on his door step that day. More then friends... They were nearly as close as he had been to Kayura...
Dais shook his head from his thoughts. The aniversary of her death was coming up. He could be depressed then. Not now.
"Dais..?" A voice called from inside. "Lunch is ready." Julie appeared in the door way between the house and the patio. "You hungry?" Her soft smile lifted the corners of her eyes.
The corner of his own sky blue eye lifted as well, as he smiled back. "Of course." He stood up from the lawn chair and followed her inside the kitchen.
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A\N: Das Ende!!!!! Well? How'd you like?? Review please!!!!!!