~Author's Note~
Hello guys! Sorry I have not uploaded in a long while! *cough cough* a month *cough*... Yeah... I am so sorry! Truth is that I was kinda at a writer's block for all my fics and then I recently moved so I don't have internet (I am uploading from a library after walking for like 40 mins) but after moving, since I have no internet, I have found my way back to my stories! Yay! I really hope you enjoy this chapter and be sure to review because it gives me motivation :) I would just like to thank everyone for the favourites and reviews :) Thanks guys! And I made this chap somewhat scary somewhat interesting... Yay? I hope you enjoy and Happy Easter! May God bless you guys!
Sincerely,
~Ms. AtomicBomb
Arturia looked around, already feeling a bit afraid. There was no one there, why was there a noise? "Arturia, Arturia, Arturia," she brought her blanket closer to herself, covering her chest with it as she tried to warm herself up again.
"Y-yes?" Was she an idiot? She mentally scolded herself for answering the voice; she had read her fair share of horror novels and she knew that responding was a main factor that lead to your death.
"Arturia..." It was more of a groan this time around, making her skin raise. There was a turning of a knob and a creak of a door; her bathroom door.
Arturia began to feel her breaths become shorter and her heart pounding between her ribs. "Who's there?" She demanded an answer as she slipped from her bed slowly, grabbing the lamp from the nightstand as a last resort weapon. Whoever was playing a stupid trick on her would pay; she was going to break every one of their bones once she figured out who it was.
Seeing as there was going to be no answer, she made sure to check behind herself as she backed up to the wall. There was no ghost in this school, it was surely someone being ridiculous. "Gilgamesh," she gritted her teeth, still making sure she was not letting her guard down if there actually was a ghost.
Using the wall to lead her to the door, she made sure not to bump into anything and to have a good look at whatever or whoever was in the washroom. From the slight gap, she saw it.
Green eyes staring back at her from the dark abyss, a glimpse of red cloth catching her eye. There was something in her bathroom and whatever it was, it was not human. She brought a hand to her mouth and cautiously tried to reach the door.
"Where are you going, Arturia?" As soon as the words echoed in the room, Arturia was able to find the door. Upon turning the knob she found it to be locked; this was not happening. Trying to pry the door open, she pulled and even pushed—but nothing seemed to make the door budge.
"The key," Arturia mumbled in exasperation and turned around to grab the object from a little hook next to the door. It took her a while to actually fit the key in the key hole, but once she did, she tried to turn it.
There were loud footsteps behind her and she could feel them getting closer and closer, much more faster than she was able to turn the key. She felt a heavy grip on her shoulder and her head began to spin, but she still tried to open the door.
Once the satisfying click was heard, Aturia pried the door open and quite literally flew out of her room; she was not going to die like one of those stupid curious girls in the novels she read. Not today and not ever.
The loud knocking on the door made him wake up from his sound slumber. Who on earth was knocking at this hour? Seeing as it was frantic he yawned and tried to give a response, "I will be there," he said as she sat up and stretched, making sure not trip over anything in the darkness. "Yes?" He rubbed his right eye as he opened the door. "What is it?" He had sounded quite irritated but she did not care.
Pushing past the shirtless boy, Arturia entered the room and sat on the male's bed, "Alright, I will help you with the investigation," she growled as she shot him a serious look.
"What are you doing," he glanced at the clock, "at three in the morning, Arthur?" His voice was sleep driven, and his eyes not even fully opened. "Go back to sleep."
"Put on a shirt and some shoes, we are going to investigate." She watched as he rubbed his face.
Rolling his eyes, he approached the bed and crawled back in, "I am going to bed, you go back to sleep as well, okay Arthur?"
She crossed her arms over her chest once she realized her chest was not binded, "I am not going back to my room," not even if he would find out she was a girl.
"Arthur, go back and let me sleep," Diarmuid grumbled, not yet noticing that she was in fact shaking.
"No,"
He buried his head into his pillow, "Why will you not let me sleep?"
He was half asleep, it was not as if he would remember, "Because I do not want to be alone," she admitted in a low mumble—this was only because she was sure he was not going ever recall.
Maybe he heard the fear in her voice or maybe she was shaking too much that it was causing the bed to move, but whatever it was made him sit up and ruffle her hair. "Alright then, you can sleep here for tonight, is that better?"
"No, we have to go investigate," Arturia insisted.
"Hey," he turned her around so she could face him, "did someone scare you, Arthur?" She could not see him properly but she heard the concern lacing in all his words and she could feel it the way he held her shoulders a little protectively.
"I was not sacred," she pouted, "but I am no fool. I am not going back to that room alone...for tonight." She had reasoned.
"Then we go together and see what is in there," Diarmuid took his hands from her shoulders and stood from the bed, going on to put on a shirt and his uniform shoes. "Let us go then."
"I-I-"
"Did you not want to go investigate?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I did not mean my room."
"Well, that is where we shall start." He took her arm and pulled her to her feet before dragging her out of the room.
"I do not know about this..." They both stood in front of her bedroom door.
Diarmuid shrugged, "We will never know if we do not enter," he spoke and then entered the room. It seemed darker than his own and there was no one inside that he was able to see. "Where did you see it?" He asked as he looked back at Arturia, noticing that she was standing a little bit femininely by the door.
"I-in the washroom..." She lifted her hand and pointed at the door, that was actually closed at the given moment.
The male walked towards the bathroom door, making sure to light the oil lamp before entering. His hand was on the door knob and he thought for a little while; what if there was something scary within those four walls? What would he do then?
Taking a deep breath, he turned the door knob and opened the door quickly, as if to catch anything that lingered in the act—but there was nothing. The bathroom was empty. He turned around and gave her a hopeless look.
Once she too saw that there was nothing she looked back at him, "No, I swear! There was someone in there. It was a woman, or at least I think it was. I am not lying to you Dia, I swear. There was someone in there. It was calling my name, and it looked at me." Fear flooded back into her system; sometimes she felt like people were much more scarier than ghosts.
"It is not that I do not believe you, we just missed it that is all." He then ruffled her hair again, "I believe you, Arthur, let us just go back to my room, okay?"
She sighed and nodded, taking a peak at the bathroom again, slightly hoping that it would show up again so she was able to show Diarmuid.
"Just get what you need for tomorrow and we will return to my dorm room."
Quickly, she grabbed all she needed; her towel, her uniform and her bind—she was not going to look for her books at all, she would deal with that the following day. "Alright," she mumbled once she was ready and they headed out into the hallway and back into his room. He had offered to sleep on the floor but she refused and he had refused when she insisted in sleeping on the floor because she had 'intruded his room', so they ended up sleeping on the bed.
It took her a while to actually fall asleep because she was afraid of the woman appearing again, but once she did, she was able to have an alright rest.
"Arthur, wake up; it is time to wake up." She awoke when he began to shake her, and much to her surprise he stood half naked in front of her, only a towel covering him and water dripping down from his hair onto her face.
"Hmm," she sat up and tried to stand from the bed without bumping into him, not really that phased by his revealing attire.
He watched her as she yawned and sleepily made her way to the bathroom, "How are you feeling? Did you have a good night's rest?"
"Hm," she nodded as she began to close the door behind her, "and you?"
He blinked and then she noted his cheeks became a bit darker, "It was the first time I spent the night with a lady, so I am not quite sure what to say..."
"The same can be said on my part." Finally closing the door behind her, she walked to the tub and began to take off her clothes until it had hit her. Hurriedly pulling her shirt back down, she raced out of the bathroom and stared at the male in disbelief—her green eyes wide and her jaw slacked to add even more disbelief to her features, "W-what?"
He averted his gaze from her and looked out of the window instead, "I would advise not walking into a man's room without any trousers or skirt."
Blushing, she sought refuge in the bathroom again—good thing this was not her own bathroom or else she would be force to stay in the room with him. "How? How did you find out?" She was sure to make her voice loud enough for him to hear.
"You left your bind on my chair and your voice sounded higher yesterday night, I only made speculations and you answered them just right now." She could hear that he had approached the door. "You have my word that I will not tell a single soul."
"If anyone finds out, my father will become a laughing stock and I will be sure to hold you responsible." She was clearly frustrated, "Do you have any idea what this will do to my family's reputation? I cannot have—"
"Arthur," he sighed and leaned against the bathroom door, "I gave you my word. Plus, I would not want anyone looking at you the way the students do with beautiful maids."
She then shook her head, "I swear if—"
"If you do not take my word as a noble, then take my word as a friend; I am your friend, I will not tell anyone. I promise."
"You better not." Hissing, she did not even want to take a bath anymore and so she just put on her uniform and washed her face. A bath would come when she was calm, and not worrying about Diarmuid saying a single thing.
He was fully dressed when she exited the bathroom and he then looked upon her, "You did not take a bath?" He noted that her hair was not wet.
"That is—frankly—none of your business, Diarmuid."
Diarmuid nodded and then sighed, "Your maid came by asking where you were."
She shot her head towards him at the mention of Jeanne, "And what did you say?"
"I told her that you were here and that you were safe. She gave me a smile and then she told me that she was happy you were making friends, then she gave me the tea that is on the dresser."
Arturia grumbled, "And she left just like that, huh?"
"Yes,"
"And I am not your friend." Giving him a last glare, she left the room and went out to look for Jeanne, who was in the next room doing the bed that the other lady had left a complete mess. "Jeanne..." Arturia huffed in relief once she saw her.
"A boy's room?" Jeanne turned around, a look of disappointment on her features, "Nothing good comes from that."
"I know, and you are completely correct." The noble nodded and sat down, still on edge of her room.
Jeanne knelt in front of the girl and looked at her in the eyes, "What happened now?"
Arturia looked at her extremely concerned friend, "He found out. It was all because someone scared me yesterday..." She decided it best to tell her since she deserved to know.
"Well," Jeanne stood from the floor, dusting off her dress, "there is only one thing left to do."
Arturia followed her actions and stood as well, "And what is that?"
Jeanne smiled as if glad that the other girl had asked the question, "Pray to God that he keeps his word; God's the only one that can help now."
