-sigh- I'm sorry this took so long to update. What with school, swimming, volleyball, and social life (friends and family) I have, I haven't really had any free time to get a lot of this done. But I've become a slight insomniac, so I'm okay with the lack of sleep. I still feel bad for taking forever to update this... -sigh- Oh well! It's here now and that's all that matters, right? Anyway, some of this was written while I was really tired, so bear with me. Also, this was written in lots of little parts due to lack of time to write, so excuse me if there are any major inconsistencies... I don't think there are any since I went through and edited it, but I may have missed something. Oh well. Ce la vie...

Disclaimer: Come on! Would I waste time here if I actually owned this stuff?

"Damn weak humans…" Brago grumbled as he carried his mostly limp bookkeeper to her room. "First we have to pair up with them, and then this one of all people has to have a breakdown."

Brago continued grumbling to himself as he carried the half conscious Sherry to her room. She was still only clad in a few towels and his cape, but that did not matter. She was still weak and Brago knew it. What made her ball herself up in the corner of the shower, anyway? he thought to himself as he opened the door to her room.

Walking through the threshold, Brago dropped Sherry on her bed and walked over to her closet. At first he was surprised at how large it was, but was even more surprised at the amount of clothing that he had not seen that was in her closet. Hanging in organized groups were multiple skirts and blouses, different shoes, and a large assortment of dresses. Of to his right he saw a few piles of boxes, supposedly full of other unworn clothes. To his left there were a few drawers and a rack of dresses that Brago had actually seen Sherry wearing. Her normal pink dress, a white one that he had seen a few times recently, and a few others she had worn whenever they had stayed around the house for a few days before going on another excursion.

Walking over to a bureau near Sherry's regular dresses, he opened drawer after drawer in order to find what he was looking for. Swimsuits, shoes, shirts, skirts, more shirts. Dammit, where are they? More shirts... found it, he thought to himself as he opened a draw to the top right of the bureau. Knowing what he knew about human attire, Brago had figured that he would need to find Sherry undergarments before putting any initial clothing on her. He picked up a suitable pair of underwear, but then stopped as he moved to pick up a bra. He noticed the clasps and he just did not feel the need to try and figure them out. He then noticed a pile of tank-top like shirts with a kind of built in bra and decided to grab the slim white one that was on top of the stack instead.

After finding underwear, Brago moved to the rack with Sherry's usual dresses on them. Figuring that he would have to dress Sherry himself, he decided to find a simple dress with no clasps or laces. Nonchalantly combing through the dresses, he found a plain blue dress that he could simply pull over Sherry's head and zip up the back. The dress its self was very plain with a small design in a darker blue around the bottom hem, waist, and tank top sleeves, but it was still nice. Brago grabbed the dress and walked out of Sherry's large closet.

Now completely sure that Sherry would not be able to dress herself, Brago dropped the clothes and just stared at her for a moment. He contemplated asking a maid to dress her and dressing Sherry himself. The latter won do to the fact that he would first have to find a maid, second ask her to dress her employer, and third explain the reason for the need; three things Brago did not want to do. Damn weak human... he thought as he picked up the camisole. Thinking twice before dressing her, Brago walked over to the door and closed it to keep any servants eyes out. Always making my life difficult, he thought as he walked back over to the bed.

Putting Sherry's arms through their respective arm holes, Brago pulled the camisole over her head and pulled it down until it hung comfortably off of her shoulders and hugged her torso. Next he picked up the dress and did the same thing with it that he had done with the camisole. Still sitting on a few towels on the bed, the bottom half of the dress just sat crumpled around Sherry's waist. Thinking of how difficult it would be to lift Sherry and put her underwear on at the same time, Brago just left the undergarment sitting next to Sherry. He thought it would be best to let her do it herself once she managed to stand on her own.

Walking out of the room, Brago walked to the bathroom to see if anything was too out of place, but there was nothing and he moved on. Walking down the stairs, he made his way to the door so he could go spend the day sitting in the woods. Possibly hunt some fish or something, but not really do anything productive. But as he bent over to put on his shoes, a thought struck him…

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Sherry sat in on her bed half clothed and half aware of her surroundings. She looked down at herself, but did not completely take in her appearance. She sat on her bed for twenty minutes longer, or at least that is what she thought was twenty minutes. The time it took for her to regain most of her consciousness was actually closer to a span of an hour. She managed to stand up, uncrinkling her dress and making her head spin in the process. Leaning against the nearest bed post and just breathed in and out and closed her eyes for a little bit before trying to continue on. Once her mind cleared, she opened her eyes and took in her surrounds. The morning sun was pouring into her room quite brightly, and there were a few towels sitting on her bed, along with a pair of underwear. At that moment she realized that she herself was not wearing any underwear and, careful to not move too much in order too keep her head from swimming, put on the underwear.

Slowly moving over to her window, Sherry noticed herself in a standing mirror. She noticed that her hair was still slightly damp, but then she noticed what she was wearing. The last thing she remembered was not wearing anything and taking a shower, but now she was wearing a pretty blue dress that she only vaguely remembered. She slowly turned, looking at herself from as many angles as she could. The turning made her feel a little dizzy, so Sherry continued her trek to the window and sat down on the window seat.

What happened? Sherry thought to herself, fingering her damp hair. I got up, I brushed my teeth, I took a shower…her thoughts trailed off after she remembered her shower. Then, in a mental whirlwind, her thoughts were consumed by the fire of hundreds of mamono books, but the thought only lasted a moment. There was a tap on the door and Sherry's thoughts immediately cleared.

"Come in," Sherry said, in a soft, strained voice.

"Ummm… Ms. Sherry?" a maid said as she timidly opened the door.

"Maria?" Sherry said she say the maid. Clearing her throat, she said in a weak voice, "What's wrong? You're as white as a sheet…."

"Oh, it's nothing, Ms. Sherry," Maria exclaimed. "Your friend is just a little frightening when he actually walks up to you and tells you to do something," she said, walking over to the window.

"Brago talked to you?" Sherry asked, confused. What made him do that?

"Oh," Maria started as she sat a small tray down on the window seat. "He told me to make sure you ate something this morning," she stated, gesturing towards the small tray. "Once you're done you can just leave it here, I'll come get it later." And on this note, Maria walked over to the open door, walked out of it, and closed it behind her.

Brago actually talked to one of my maids? Sherry wondered to herself as he nibbled at the piece of bacon. Leaning against the wall of the window seat, Sherry rested her head against the glass window, gazing out towards the forest and beyond, silently musing. I wonder... why he did that...?

Volia! Tis chapter two, I'm sorry again for the long wait.

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