The Mansion, the Butler, and the Pompous Princess Amina: You know, he may dress in women's clothing, but you shouldn't call him a 'pompous princess' -The whole group looks at her with scowls-
Everyone piled out of the car as soon as they arrived; Amina looked at the huge house trying to hold her composure. It was the same old three story mansion on the eleven acres they owned, but to her it would always be different.
"Come on Amina," Trowa took Amina's arm and pulled her out of her thoughts, "we don't have all day."
Heero had already opened the gates, so the rest were walking up the driveway, Trowa started to lead her to the house.
Amina pulled her arm out of Trowa's grasp and said, "I can't do this, I just can't. Don't make me."
Everyone glared at her for wasting more of their time, Roxy and Duo were the only ones not angry.
Roxy walked up to her and hugged her, "It's okay Amimi, you won't be alone; I know you're sad, but you don't have to face it alone." Roxy had said this all quietly that only she and Amina could hear.
Amina looked down at the younger girl and smiled, 'Finally, someone who understands,' she took a small step towards the house and then felt herself being picked up as Trowa slung her over his shoulder and headed up the long driveway with Amina screaming all the way.
Akina was standing next to Crayon, so she decided to strike up a little conversation, "So Crayon…" she started but the male quickly interrupted her.
"It's Cray," he said and Akina nodded in understanding, though she was smiling at his English accent.
"You must be English," she said.
"Only half," he replied, "I'm also half Native American."
Heero chose that moment to walk in and started teasing Akina about flirting with the older male.
"Wuffles!" Roxy yelled as she saw the Chinese Gundam pilot.
"Have I told you not to call me that?" Wufei asked in an icy tone making the younger girl run away; then he smiled at the girl next to him and looked into her dark purple eyes, "Don't mind her Katrina."
Finally they reached the house and Trowa set Amina down. Quatre started to grab the door handle when the door opened and a gray haired man stood in the door way who smiled when he saw Amina.
"Miss Mina," he greeted calling her by her childhood nickname.
"James," Amina whispered and gave the elderly male a hug.
James beckoned her into the house, without even looking at the others she entered.
"Miss Mina, there's something I want to talk to you about," James said as the young woman looked around the house, she was not at all surprised to see the room spotless as usual with no bodies.
"Yes, what about?" her manner was very cool as she held in her tears.
He hesitated for a moment the answered, "Well without the Mr. and Mrs. around it's just not the same and I want to retire." he said this all very calmly.
"You don't have to say another word," Amina replied smiling, "I'll have everything ready for you after I pack," she added, "long story after James gave her a weird look.
"Taking my job already, I see," James teased as he headed towards the grand staircase, "I will pack for you."
Amina smiled her thanks and turned to face the group.
"Like having everything done for you Pompous Princess?" Trowa asked.
Amina glared angrily at him, "I am not a Pompous Princess nor do I like being called one." she stated coldly.
Just a few feet away, a pair of emerald green eyes watched the group from inside a closet, "Doesn't that girl know that she's in danger?" The eyes looked up into dark black ones.
Ciami: My shortest chapter yet, but don't worry, the rest are pretty long. Please review. The others would be out here talking, but I made them stand in the corner due to bad behavior. C'ya next time.