By Hotaru
Disclaimer: RRK is not mine, and I don't deserve to own such magnificence, so please leave sessha alone and let him/her do some writing to keep his/her sanity…
Warning: No lemons yet—and I doubt if there'd be any. Rating is GENERAL so far.
Also: Hotaru lives a very hard live, with writing as his/her ONLY hobby. Please be good to me. If you think I should go kill myself, do say it nicely. It matters to me a lot. And about my other fic, "Depend On You," actually, I'm writing this fic to take my depression off THAT other one. It's still my favorite, and maybe until I get Stray's comment off my system, I won't be updating it for a while. Chap. 7 may be up next week though, but I can't update it every other day as I originally planned…For the readers and reviewers of "Depend On You," please bear with me for a while…I'm just really depressed…and even my girl/boyfriend finds it impossible cheering me up these days…
But I do hope Stray is happy… coz he/she won't be seeing my fic for a while…
Chapter 2: Day TWO
With all the running I had to do to survive the traffic in Tokyo, I was grateful that my luggage was still intact when I got to the agency Akari-dono sent my papers to. Don't ask me what those papers say, or what they're even about because I was totally clueless. All I know was the lady with big, triangular specs, and squarish jaw punched a few numbers on the phone when I said who I was, then an hour later, a black limo picked me up. It was the longest one I've seen—and the shiniest one too, among all those four-wheeler things that almost ran me over on my way to the agency. I wasn't about to complain in fact, even if the color was black—I hate black, not that it was something personal. Black is just NOT the color you'd EVER find in heaven, to say the least (even my hair color is platinum blue before I went to earth). But anyway, as I said, I wasn't supposed to complain, since complaining, together with all other forms of verbal abuse is a NO-NO in the yellow manual Akari-dono stashed in my coat pocket before literally pushing me over and off a "cloud-cycle" on its way to earth. Needless to say, violating a rule in the yellow manual is, of course, NOT as bad as violating a RED one, but still, I don't want to get into serious trouble with my superiors in Blue Rose College for violating a stupid yellow rule.
So I stood there, grinning stupidly like all foreigners do on their first day, when the limo doors clicked open and at least three men, all wearing black suits, stepped out, offering to take my luggage and things. One even carried a black, rectangular thingy that hummed when he nudged my handbag with it. I smiled and nodded as the man dumped the contents into a transparent plastic bag, to stare at the stupid objects Akari-dono put in there. Well, so much for privacy. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught something wrapped in a pink, flowery material. It was sealed, so the guy had to ask me if he can open it for inspection.
Gritting my teeth, I gave him my sweet permission, thinking all the while, Damn stupid yellow rules!!!!
I didn't voice my complaint, but I was later to know that even intentions count.
Gods!!!
Did I just say that in plural? Anyway, I was lost in my thoughts, taking in the scene when something which looked like a doll with lots of red hair tumbling out over amethyst eyes popped out of the window of the car and glared at the men in black.
"What's taking you SO long, Saitou??? You know that I've got a soccer game to run to, NOW!!!!"
The man he called Saitou—without the honorific, mind you, though the man was more than twice his age—glared at him, his quiet eyes shifting from the bag, to me, then to the source of the whining voice.
"Disposable panties…nothing much."
I don't know THAT much about the world yet, but I DO know what panties are supposed to mean, since I've studied English and all the earth languages in Blue Rose College and got good grades too, so I didn't much appreciate this Saitou's straight remark, and would have punched him there and then, angel or no angel, if the whining voice didn't interrupt my thoughts for the second time.
"Heck, to be honest about it, I've got MORE interesting things in my fan collection that can make any lesser man squirm, so get your ass in here and get us going!!! I don't wanna be late for MY soccer game!!!"
"Alright, I heard you. You can climb in now miss—"
I stared at him when he stopped mid-way, looking like he choked on something.
It was then that I realized the norm for social introductions. But the whiner beat me to it.
"Gods, didn't you get enough education to know how to say your name at least??? Or do you intend to keep us here for another hour trying to even remember on what goddamn planet you are???"
Now, THAT is just way TOO much. He could've gotten away with the insult but NOT with the cuss word. Just one look at the guy and I was sure I'm NOT gonna regret leaving HIM to the bottom of the bottomless pits of hell! I mean, NO angel yet exists to make this one's redemption possible, with that kind of attitude!!! I may be overreacting at that time, but it was a day I've resolved to make the twerp's f----ing –ss pay!!!
Huh, as if I don't need help curbing MY own behavior!!! But of course, I'd worry my little head about that later…
"SO???" his voice was edgy, and he was tight-lipped, like he wanted to hit me, and could have actually done so if I were a guy.
Tough luck! But even I hate torture, so I opened my mouth to blurt the words out.
"Kaoru."
"Well then Kao get your ass moving already before I curse all the gods out there for making me miss my soccer game!!!"
Once again, I gritted my teeth, and speechlessly obeyed. If this guy is going to talk like this the entire time I'd be an expert cow-angel. I mean, because of the initial teeth-gritting, I had to find an alternative, like chewing gum, to fight all the stress he's making me put up with…
Plus the rhyme of course…Kao-cow…
THAT ain't funny.
One fact remains though. The life of an angel ain't heaven on earth, that's for sure…
. . . . . . . . . .
Since I had to sit at the back, I didn't really get to observe in detail this doll-looking young man who had been whining just about five minutes ago. In truth, he didn't really seem all that effeminate. His voice, when he wasn't whining, is confident, cocky but commanding, the imperatives flying and wheezing past me as he gave his orders—no snapped orders like an Emperor. Some very old emperors in human history are even nicer than this boy, I would know, having heard about it from my own sensei…Which is why it makes me wonder to no end what crap this boy got into his head, that got him thinking he had a right to be superior. I would have said that straight out, but thought about it, and revised my phrasing a bit so as not to hurt his ego THAT much.
He turned around then, a complete 90 degree turn, then glared daggers at me.
I didn't even blink. Who does he think he is, intimidating me like that? God?
When he realized that his glaring wasn't doing miracles to make me change my mind, he turned again in his seat, and looked at me from an overhead mirror.
"Nice legs…do you shave it everyday?"
"W--what did you just say?" I stammered, too confused to hide my surprise.
He snickered, gloating at my defeat—even if it was kind of petty, really. "Wish my uncle got someone older though—more, shall we say, 'experienced'???"
Even the men in black suits started leering at me, their grins cocky.
I turned away, looking at the scenery outside the window instead.
"Oh, and by the way, Kaoru, since you're going to be my personal maid, you will stay in the room right across mine. Now that I've seen you, I'm glad I've made that arrangement."
I couldn't believe what I've just heard, so it took me a while to respond. "P-personal maid??? Who EVER told you I'm going to be your personal maid, Mr—"
"Himura. But just call me Kenshin. Ken, if you feel intimate, but I wouldn't recommend it in front of the girls. They get pretty jealous about anything…even if it's just a maid…"
I turned red. Scarlet. Vermillion. No, I actually invented a whole range of non-existent reds trying to swallow the full meaning of what the twerp had just said.
Me??? This angel a maid??? So, maybe I lacked credits because I didn't get to graduate as a rei-sharu, like I'm supposed to. Maybe I lacked experience because I didn't even get to enroll in a post-graduate practicum course for Guardianship. Maybe I'm a complete klutz because I'm sitting in a stupid black limo, with at least half a dozen men in black, which is like so un-heaven, if you ask me!!! But did that make me deserving to be humiliated like this? Maid or no maid, I wouldn't let this damned soul insult me any longer!!!!
He threw me a glance over his shoulder, and cocked a grin.
And he even thinks he's cute!!! I'll let him rot in HELL for that!!!
He laughed this time, almost making me lose my balance.
"Look, Kaoru, if it bothers you that much, you can stay in MY room. That was the original plan after all…"
I fumed, I snarled—mentally at least—and almost burned my eardrums letting off steam. But after a few seconds, I realized that he ain't the only one smart around here. So I leaned over his shoulder—not very close really, since THAT would be violating a red rule—and smiled, making sure he can see me in the overhead mirror that, only now, I realized, was intentionally lowered to give the front seaters a good look of anyone's legs in the back seat.
His expression was quizzical.
My stomach danced. Hah!!! He even leaned a bit closer, his nape almost touching my nose.
"Don't you worry, Master Himura," I told him, whispering only so coolly, to keep whatever I was going to say just between us. "Demo… I've just had shots for rabies on my way here, so it would be pointless to bite. Your poison won't sink in, you see???"
I didn't wait for him to say anything back. I leaned back on my seat and turned to the scenery outside the window, trying to ignore him the whole time. I was to learn only later after that, that he hung on to every word I said, making sure that he's got enough venom to make any antidote shy of a cure…
