Satoshi's servant
"But father I've no need for her!" "Of course you do. She can carry your books and keep up with Dark when he flies. She's a perfect servant and quite loyal." Satoshi just looked at his father. "Well at least let me introduce the two of you." It was more a statement then question. "Fine," Satoshi answered shortly. His father clapped his hands twice and whistled a short, low note. An old woman came in and Satoshi looked disgusted. "No son that's not her." Just then a figure appeared out of nowhere behind Satoshi and walked up to his father. 'There's no door there!' Thought Satoshi amazed. 'Can she walk threw walls?' She bowed to the two men and began to pour the tea the old woman had left on a table. She was beautiful. After pouring the tea she did something totally unexpected…she looked at her master and when he nodded she gracefully lowered herself cross-legged onto the floor at Satoshi's feet. The two looked at each other silently examining each other's features. Satoshi's father chuckled. They both looked over at him simultaneously. Although Satoshi's look was blank hers was asking something and once his father nodded again she turned her gaze back to Satoshi this time a voice like music filled his head! 'Hello Milord,' the voice said quietly. 'She's telepathic!' He realized. "So how about it son? Want to at least give her a trial period?" "No it's alright I'll take her." His father grinned. "Good bye father." "Wait!" The older man made a slight wave of his hand, "Give us a minute?" Satoshi just turned and left the room.
"Protect him! Make sure no harm comes to him and do as he tells you unless it's contradictory to your rules!" She bowed silently acknowledging the last order of her former master.
They emerged from the room a few minutes later and the older man smiled as he watched his son walk out with the girl a single step behind him. Swooping down and not changing her pace she gathered up and shouldered her backpack. 'She still amazes me…' he wondered silently then chuckled at what he'd just gotten his son into. It wasn't until they reached his house that he noticed she walked only two paces behind him. Not saying a word he unlocked the door and showed her in. "Your room's over there and there's enough time before dinner for you to have a nap," noticing how tired she looked he pointed to a small door down at the end of the hallway. She nodded, took her bag and went to the room. Quietly closing the door behind her she curled up to sleep. It had been a long time since she'd had enough time to sleep and thought why not get the few hours she needed to sustain herself for the next few days. As she fell asleep he went to his room to study Dark's next move and wait but he didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until he awoke to a delicious aroma. He found her in the kitchen wearing an apron and carrying two covered trays to the table. Setting the smaller before him and the larger at the other end of the table she lifted the lids and they began eating although strangely her portion was twice the size of his. Catching him looking she sent, 'I only eat once a month. Snacks are advised,' there was humor in the way she said this and the hint of a smile played across her red lips. After telling her to get some rest for her first day of school awaited her tomorrow he went to bed exhausted.
Upon seeing his light turn out she began her work.
Once awake Satoshi went to the bathroom to freshen up before getting dressed and heading down stairs. When he reached the bottom step he noticed how clean everything was and went slowly towards the kitchen from which an exotic scent was emitted. Walking into the kitchen he found a bowl at his spot at the table. Something was cooking in a pot and freshly baked and cooling banana muffins were sitting off to the side on a cooling rack. Reaching for the stir spoon sitting in the pot so as to taste the concoction his hand was slapped away. 'Dinner,' was his answer and the black-haired girl handed her a muffin.
Together they got in the limo. It was a beautiful morning and she looked out the window. Watching her as they drove he began to examine her. Although she knew perfectly well he was studying her she ignored him completely. She was quite pretty with a muscular but slim build, waist length golden hair streaked with a pale red and compelling pure black eyes. She would get plenty of attention in class. The car stopped and both got out and headed for the classroom. They were early so Satoshi took his seat and silently motioned to the seat in the far back corner that was always empty. She liked this seat he could tell cause that hint of a smile played once again across her lips. She could see the entire classroom from here and had a particularly good view of Satoshi's desk. After that they waited patiently…it was only a mater of time.
"Morning Satoshi," called Daisuke as he entered the room, not yet noticing the girl until "Hello," one of the more popular guys was talking to her. She ignored him and continued reading a book called Mythology. Of course every so often she glanced over at Satoshi as if to make sure he was still there. "What's your name?" the boy asked cockily and once more she didn't answer. More people were in the classroom and the Harada twins there as well. "Hey! I asked you a question!" He said reaching down and pulling her chin up so her eyes were forced to meet his. The look in her eyes could kill someone but Satoshi hadn't yet ordered her or granted her permission to move yet. All of a sudden Satoshi was there. "Remove you hand from her," he said. "Why should I?" "Because I won't be responsible if she harms you," and again he spoke like he was speaking the obvious. The boy scoffed. "Like a little angel like her could harm me." The class was now paying attention. "Fine…Anna?" The look in her eyes changed from malice to slyness. 'Yes?' "Do as you wish but remember the school rule book you read this morning," she gave a blink to acknowledge that she heard him then moving as fast as lightning she had the boy's arm twisted behind his back and his face on the desk. Everyone was shocked but none more so then the boy whom was pinioned to the desk.