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Misaki the Supermaid
Chapter Four: Eyes
Suzuna followed Satsuki silently, bags cradled in her arms. Satsuki led her to an unoccupied room.
"This is where you'll be staying, Suzuna." Satsuki explained, helping the younger Ayuzawa with her bags. She exited the room but stayed in the corridor.
"If you need me or any other maid for that matter, just knock on one of these doors in this hallway. This is where the maids' rooms or quarters are. You're lucky there was an empty room. Otherwise, you would have to share with one of us." Satsuki smiled "But that's okay. We're like family. Anyway, it's dinnertime. Follow me to the dining room, please."
And with that, Satsuki and Suzuna headed downstairs.
Misa quietly followed Usui to the dining area.
She removed the wrinkles from her skirt. Was she supposed to wear this short maid costume all day?
"You'll be staying beside me," Usui said suddenly. Misa's head shot up. Of course she had to. She was his personal maid, wasn't she?
"Of course, Master Usui." Misa replied formally. Usui laughed.
"Always." He added. Misa's eyes grew wide.
The perverted outer-space alien was specific. Always. There was a difference between sitting beside a person and following them around, or rather, staying with them always.
But what did Misa know? She could be wrong. He could just be wanting to mess with her mind and emotions.
Yes, he usually did that, didn't he?
The dining area was large. Huge. Big.
Misa gasped. There were ornate paintings hanging from the walls while skylights occupied the ceiling. There were more servants waiting at the long table than people eating. Misa could see the bright little stars up in the heavens.
The door to the kitchen was scarlet. It was bright, but it blended in with the carpeted floor.
The walls were tan.
Misa looked around. She was seated on Usui's left, and across her sat Satsuki. Suzuna sat on Satsuki's right. On her left was the butler Misa recognized from when she first entered. She also noticed that the end of the table was empty, along with the other chairs. She had expected Usui to sit at the head of the table, but he didn't.
The meal was a quiet one. All was neat, and all were polite. No one spoke, which made Misa feel quite awkward. She searched her sister's face for any signs of uneasiness but found none. She sighed. Suzuna really was good at hiding her emotions anyway.
Nothing worth mentioning had happened during the dinner. Misa walked back to her room with Usui.
She had stayed beside him, a little ahead. He had refused her to follow him, saying that it was safer if he was behind, (which she didn't understand) while she argued that she was the servant, and he the master, meaning, he should go first.
And after a useless argument between stubborn servant and master, Misa stayed beside Usui, if not slightly ahead, a slight nervous bounce in her step.
When Misa returned to Usui's room that night (to enter her room, of course), it was the first time she noticed a small picture frame standing on a small table. It contained the only portrait, only picture, in the whole room.
It was of a young woman. She was smiling, long hair cascading down her shoulders. She was carrying a few shopping bags, and the background was of a shopping district, except it was roofed and the floors were stone. It was obvious she had been traveling and was shopping. (A/N: Can anyone guess where that place is? The Galeries Royales Saint-Hubert, of course!)
One of the first things Misa noticed, though, were the woman's eyes. They were green, and looking in them felt like looking into Usui's, except they were more feminine and gave off a happier glow.
"Master Usui, I don't mean to be nosy, but-" Misa began, turning to face Usui again. He smiled at her, hands once again shoved into his pockets, green orbs staring back with the same happy glow as the woman in the picture.
"That's my mother." Usui cut her off, for he already knew what she was going to ask.
Misa nodded and looked down, cheeks stained a light pink. "So, why is she not...urm...with you, Master Usui?" She stared at him fearfully, quickly adding, "I mean now, in this house."
He continued smiling at her, but his eyes lost their happy glow. She knew her question had bothered him. Was it because his mother had already passed away?
Misa suddenly remembered her own mother. Lying down on a hospital bed, asleep. White sheets covering her body, eyes closed in rest. A sickness has invaded her body, rendering her control of her own limbs useless.
"You don't need to answer. I apologize for my actions. I promise to think before I speak next time." Misa squeaked, hurriedly. She turned around and strode to her own room. Her hand was already on the doorknob when Usui spoke.
"Don't worry, you did nothing wrong. She's still alive, you know?"
Misa nodded, muttering a "I see, Master Usui," and opening the door, entering her bedroom and shutting the door quietly behind her. She still felt fearful, scared, remorseful. His words did calm her a bit though.
She would never forget the sadness in his eyes. His lips were still curved up into a small smile, but she wondered if it was faked. As a rich heir, he would have a lot of opportunities to use those fake smiles.
But you can never hide your emotions through your eyes. Humans are human. Even emotionless Suzuna was readable once you got to know her. If there was a slight sparkle in her eyes, you would know she was happy. If her eyebrows creased slightly, very slightly, you would know she was angry.
After getting changed out of her maid outfit, Misa snuggled under the covers of her bed. She had worn her thick flannel pajamas and a sweater. It was cold. It was winter. It was snowing. It was December, after all.
Misa contemplated on whether or not to unpack her things completely, as she knew she would be possibly staying for months or years. She was about to rise until she felt the warmth of the blankets and her sweater seep in, and decided to do it some other time. Who wanted to get out of bed to unpack when you could do it all month?
After lying still in silence for a while, Misa heard the faint ticking of a clock. She followed the sound to a wall clock perched on the wall opposite the entrance/exit. It was small, clean, shaped like an angel with her hands clasped together in prayer, and it read ten-thirteen.
She hadn't noticed that before.
"Well," Misa told herself "I didn't notice much when I first entered, did I?"
And soon, after much thinking and worrying about her mother, Misa fell asleep. She also realized that she forgot to ask where Suzuna stayed and slept. Oh well, she might as well ask in the morning.
Another thing Misa didn't notice was that ever since she had been with Usui, he had been smiling, and there was the familiar happy glow in his emerald eyes, which wasn't present when he was speaking to other servants, or to other people.
Yay, finally! My writing style's coming out. I wonder why it changes when I write for Misa the Supermaid. Strange, no? Anyway, I just had the sudden urge to add Galeries Royales Saint-Hubert in here, so I did.
I apologize dearly. This is such a short chapter...but expect short chapters. I'm sorry, I can't seem to make long chapters for Misa the Supermaid. I'll try to make them longer if I can, but remember, that's TRY. TRY. I won't promise it. I think Misa the Supermaid is better off with short but many chapters.
I don't know if you could call this a filler chapter, but whatever. Tell me what you guys think. I absolutely love hearing from you. Even though I can't reply individually, I would want to thank you all for reading and reviewing this story. I think it's got the most number of reviews per chapter, (regular reviews, that means the total number for each chapter) which is on average, five. Lelouch of Condo 11 only gets three or four.
Well, that's a breakthrough. Thanks for supporting me even here in the beginning. Remember, I say R & R, and that means Read and Review, not Read and Run!
