Hee hee, hey there all! I am attempting to write some ToS fanfic. Tis my fist so please be nice…. Ish . But don't hesitate to tell me if I did something wrong. Right Notes?

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Disclaimer- I don't own Tales Of Symphonia in any shape or form.

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"Girl!"

"Yes sir?"

"Where's my drink?"

"O-oh." The girl stuttered, chewing her lip and her cheeks flushing. "I-I'm sorry!" she said giving a short bow, though it did nothing to quell the anger of the man before her. Be blinked slowly his face twisting into an expression of rage.

"You bitch!" he yelled, causing her to flinch, "I don't care if your sorry or not just get me my damned drink!" he bellowed, causing her to bow again, dashing off and calling a sorry behind her as she rushed to the kitchens.

Stopping once inside the swinging doors she wiped her brow, sighing and leaning against the wall. She closed her deep cerulean eyes and sighed, rubbing her temples. Righting herself again she plastered back a smile onto her pale face.

"The master requires another drink!" called the blonde in her breathy voice, approaching the cook. He sighed, pouring one and handing it to the young maid.

"You tried to talk him out of it?" he inquired, disliking the amount of this vile toxic substance entering his master's body.

"I'm sorry…" she murmured again, causing him to wave his hand and dismiss her worry.

"Oh, it's all right Colette." He said warmly to the girl. "I just ask you to not think to badly of the master…" the brunette chef said, casting his eyes back to the dish he was preparing. "He's never had this much beer in such a short time before… But ever since she died…" he sighed. "He's never been the same."

"It's so tragic." She said softly, talking the foaming mug from his hands. "And you must have known the mistress, correct Cedric?" she inquired, her eyes full of sorrow for some woman who was nameless to her and she had never met.

Cedric simply nodded, and opened his mouth as if he was about to speak. Yet he was interrupted by the masters yelling of "Where's my drink girl?"

"You'd better go." Said Cedric shortly, and she nodded, apologizing quickly and dashing out the door, being careful not to spill. Hurrying to her master's chair she handed him the mug and gave him a smile.

"I'm sorry for taking so long." She said softly, bowing as he took a large gulp of his drink. Trying very hard not to grimace she waited for further instruction as he drank deeply, allowing the yellow liquid to spill over his front.

"Weeellll." He said in slow slurred speech. "Yeh can go for now…. Make Marylin mighty comfy and-" yet she heard no more of his drunken ramblings for his head gave a thump as he passed out right then.

The girl sighed, prying out the now empty mug from his grubby hands and setting it down, quickly dabbing up the spilled alcohol. Spreading a blanket over him she quickly disposed of the cup in the kitchens quickly and hurried off without talking to Cedric.

Not knowing quite what to do with herself she headed to the main parlor, and sat down by her favorite window. Leaning her head against the cold glass she looked out at the world passing by.

Fingering the rubber band that held her long golden hair in a bun she tugged it out, letting her locks fall over her shoulder and around her. Sighing and running her hand through her hair she smiled. She picked up her knees and wrapped her arms around them, rocking back and for and still staring out the window.

She hated this house. The large gloomy place that was little more then a fortress for a broken man. A memorial to the great woman who once lived her. This house was always filled with pain agony. She could almost feel the sorrow in every moment it was so strong.

Yet she came every day for work. She used all her spare time earning money here and staying up to all ungodly hours to get her homework done, driving herself in to fatigue day in and day out.

All for the apparition of one man.

The blonde was an orphan, born to a noble family. Though disaster had struck, leaving the poor child parentless. She was so young when it had occurred it caused her no pain. Her new parent… was not ideal. His name was Remial. He was blonde, rich, and powerful, everyone thought it was perfect for her to be raised by the most respectable businessman in Meltokio. Though he was powerful he was constantly traveling to other lands, rarely home you could almost say she was raised entirely by her nursemaid.

Though she rarely saw he 'father', Colette longed to please him… That was the true reason she drove herself into the ground trying to do everything. She knew how important schooling was to him, so she worked to make the honor role. He said how good it was to start young at a job, so she was working at this house.

Yet still, she was not worth his time. She knew not why… but he had told her how she was to kind… how her naivety would be her downfall. She knew there was nothing she could do about that. So she tried to do everything else he valued… trying to please him.

As she stared out the window she saw someone approaching the house. She cocked her head in curiosity. No one visited the master…. Who would be coming here? As she lost sight of him she heard a knock on the door. She quickly stood up and tucked her hair back into a hurried bun and answered the door.

Looking out at the blinding sunlight she saw him. His hair was brown and tousled, either gelled or perhaps naturally in that windblown pose. His eyes were brown, and warm. There was an air about him that made the girl instantly de-tense inside, though she still stood at position.

"Umm… may I see the master of the house?" he asked, in a rough voice, though it had a tone of warmness that matched his demeanor.

"I'm sorry." Colette responded with, "The master is… sleeping. May I ask your business and name?" she asked in the same naturally friendly and breathy voice,

"I'm Lloyd." He said, shooting her a smile. "I was going to inquire your… employer if Colette Brunel works here." He responded, causing her interest in this visitor to peak even further.

"I am she." She said, giving an innocent smile. "What business do you have with me?" she asked.

"Oh." Said Lloyd, looking slightly confused. Cocking his head she squinted at her, and a flush of pink appeared on her face. "Could you take down your hair for me?" he asked. Confused she obliged, letting her blonde hair fall around her shoulder.

"I ask again." She said, trying to sound more demanding so he would answer her. "What is your business with me?" Her attempt was failed anyhow; he was now scanning her up and down, as if trying to find something inside of her. Shifting back and forth and beginning to feel uncomfortable she put on a small smile.

"I'm sorry to seem rude, but I really must get back to work." With that she began to close the door. Yet his red gloved hand snaked out and held it open, seeming to have snapped out of his temporary daze.

"Just one more question." He said, trudging on without waiting for a response. "You're the adopted child of Remial right?" he asked. She nodded in response. "Hmm… This is odd."

"I'm sorry but I really must be going." She said, now genuinely getting worried if the master had awoken. Lloyd simple grinned at her and turned on his heel, dashing back into the street and loosing himself from her site.

Shrugging her shoulders she turned around as the door quietly clicked shut. Ambling away she put her hair back up in its usual style. Poking her head into the study she sighed in relief, ambling away and seating herself by the window again. Glancing at the clock she leaned her head against the window, her eyes fluttering shut.

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"Get up you bitch get up!"

She screamed in shock and toppled of the window seat, her arm currently stinging. A hand came crashing back down on her and causing more pinpricks of pain to erupt over he body. "I'm sorry!" she cried, putting her arms up to protect herself she curled into a ball and bit her lip as he continued to pound his fists upon her.

"Please! Please stop!" she cried, the tears streaming down her face, still in shock from the sudden attack on her. Feeling the pressing weight lift of her she rolled away, still crying from the shock and fear.

"Sir! Sir stop!" called Cedric, attempting to control the master as Colette continued to scramble away. "Colette!" he called, causing her to lift her head. "Go home! I can handle him." Nodding she ran away, scrambling out the door, leaving behind her the noises of yelling and clattering wood.

Scrubbing away her tears as they came she ran blindly. Unknowingly going to wrong way. Looking up she saw the moon was coming out and people had retreated to their houses. Her pace slowing she stopped, out of breath and the adrenaline draining from her.

Slowing her breathing she wobbly sat down in a park bench, leaning her head back and breathing slowly. This was bad… The master was either caused by a hangover or maybe he was genuinely angry. Either way he would fire her in the moment…

"Remial will be so disappointed." She whispered to herself, sighing. Half of her was rejoicing that she wouldn't return to that house either from fear or being fired… but she didn't want to see her 'fathers' reaction.

The night was peaceful. All she could hear was the rustling of the leaves, the wind whispering through the trees, the padding of food steps…. Or was there? She sat up and looked around. She could have sworn someone was walking near her. Dismissing it for some animal she leaned back again, closing her eyes and letting the cold breeze play on her face.

Yet as she began to relax suddenly everything went awry again. A hand snaked behind her at lightning speed and pinned them to the bench. The cold of steel touched her neck and a smooth voice reached her along with the wafting scent of cinnamon, "Stay still hunnie, I wouldn't like to hurt you know, your to cute for that!"

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Hee hee! So what do you think? Albight, it's kinda short, but I hoped you enjoyed my kinda sorta cliffie… They'll get longer, just didn't want to make the first chapter to rambly, you know?

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