A/N: I just really feel discouraged right now. Mostly because of the fact that a lot of you have been clicking on this story and have not been doing anything about it. Maybe drop in and say hi for once. I would love that. At least I know you guys aren't mindlessly clicking through my story. I just feel like I should stop writing the story. What do you guys think. Should I stop this story short?

Disclaimer: I do not own D.N. Angel. If I did, it would be too predictable and the bag guy would be more corrupted.

Chapter 9- A Big Mess to Clean

Kawano, Megumi POV Time- 1:09 AM

I paced. Back and forth. Back and forth. Yeah, I'm just that restless. Well, for one, I do not like the uniform, two, the boss man is not fun at all and three, I am not supposed to even talk to the boss man's daughter. I mean, if he made everyone do that, imagine how lonely she is! I don't even know her name! I mean, even if I ask around, they either wouldn't tell me or they don't know it. Or so they say. I mean, how do you not even know the child that you are supposed to be taking care of?

I sighed and took a peek through the double doors again. I saw her, standing there. She still had her uniform on and she hasn't moved an inch since I last looked at her.

I hate it!

I know that I only met her a few days ago but… I don't know. Just feels like I have to take care for her you know? Like… I don't know how to explain it! Ask... umm… ask someone else other than me, okay! I can't say anything! Don't ask me!

I sighed in frustration and twirled my hair with my middle finger. What? That's a natural habit of mine. Don't question me.

I looked back at the clock in the other room and saw that five minutes have passed. ARRRG! How long is he really going to make her wait! I know that he is my boss and I should respect (R-E-S-P-E-C-T! I love that song) him, but right now, I respect him as much as I would respect a dark alleyway. Wait… that didn't come out right… I meant… Like, I respect him as much as a pile of dirt. But that's just mean to the dirt… I mean, it supports plant life, animals, hu- Wait a minute. I am getting sidetracked here. Ugh! I hate when I do that!

I stood back from the door and started to pace again, finger still twirling my hair. I felt restless. I only met the boss' daughter by accident and I already know that he is not a fun boss. I mean, who would treat their own daughter like this? Wait a second….. I didn't even meet him, let alone talk to him!

I sighed, even getting frustrated with myself. I can't deal with this! I need a relaxing life with a fun job and surrounded by friends.

I froze in mid-step. I quickly turned my head to look behind me. Nothing. There wasn't even a speck of life in the hallway… Wait, that came out wrong too. Ignore that. A chill ran down my back, making it feel like there is someone else in the hallway besides me, staring at me.

"Excuse me, ma'am," I jumped back and put up my arms in a defensive position, all while turning around. It was the head butler that hired me. Then it hit me. This man is not normal.

He looked like the average butler, tux, handkerchief in the pocket, a white cloth on his arm, and a very typical hairstyle (though I don't feel like telling you so you can imagine him for yourself. Just remember that he is a man of age). He held this plastered smile on his face and said, "Please return to your sleeping quarters. The Master has just returned and he does not like having people running around the house while he is active."

I nodded hesitantly, glancing at the room once again before turning around to walk to my room. I still didn't hear him move at all but when I turned around a few seconds later, he was gone without a trace.

Pushing down my curiosity, I knew that I shouldn't go back. So instead, I walked to my room, only to turn the corner to the other entrance to the room. I peeked in the small crack, making sure that I wasn't making any sounds.

I saw her (I still don't know her name so I am sorry if the word "her" is redundant) still standing there but the only differences is that there is a person sitting in the main chair aaaalll~ the way over on the end of the table, farthest away from us. He was talking, but I couldn't hear him.

Suddenly, a hand covered my eyes. I tried to scream but nothing would come out of my mouth. I opened my eyes. There was darkness around me. I reached my hand out to touch the door that was in front of me. There was nothing there. I looked around. There was nothing there. There was just black darkness. There wasn't even the person there anymore. The person that covered my eyes wasn't there anymore. I looked around quickly, searching. I was looking for anything. Any sign. Anything that I can see.

I saw something. Something from the distance that was glowing. I turned to it and ran. My body felt heavy and slow. It felt like my bones were filled with lead and I was moving at the speed of a slug. I tried screaming to it, but nothing came out. It felt like I was choking on dust. I tried to cough but nothing came out. I stopped. I held one hand on my throat and the other on my chest. I tried to force a breath out. Nothing, nothing even a sound came out. I breathing started to become frantic.

I felt someone yank my hair back. My mouth opened in a silent scream. I reached backwards to get the person. My hands went through air, yet my hair was still being pulled. It pulled my hair again. But this time something else accompanied it.

I felt it come in. The cold metal slid into my stomach. The pain didn't register until after the shock faded. I stood still, hoping that the knife wouldn't move anymore. I felt the blood drain from my body. I felt the warmth leaving my body. I felt the pain overtake my mind. The knife plunged further into my body. My stomach felt like it was being emptied. My stomach started to burn. Poison. The word ran through my head. It immediately knew that there was poison on the knife. It was entering, eating my insides until there was a red pile of goo in place of my organs.

The knife was immediately yanked out. I felt my insides rip, being torn apart by the knife. Everything, from blood, to even the food that I have eaten spilled out. I coughed but no sound came out. Nothing but blood. I wanted to faint. The pain; the pain was too much. My eyes fell closed.

My eyes opened in a rush. I sat up quickly, feeling my stomach for that cut, looking at my stomach for any sign of stabbing. Nothing was there. I quickly looked around to see that I was in my room. In my bed. With my pajamas on. I blushed, hoping that no one actually saw- Wait a minute, I am supposed to be worried about the fact that I was awake, and that someone stabbed me.

I got up and ran to my closet to change my clothes. I opened it wide and screamed. I covered my mouth with my hands, walking back with shaking legs. I felt bile come up my throat. My brain stopped thinking. My mouth was threating to open, either to let out another scream or throw up. I hit the bedside but made sure that I didn't fall over. I sat down, making sure I didn't fall. I kept it shut, making sure I calm down first. I took a few quick breaths before deep breaths. Once I felt calmer, I looked in the closet again. I slowly walked over to the closet, breathing even, or at least trying to. I stood in front of the mess that made me scream.

Okay, I bet you are thinking that I am talking about my own mess, like my clothes and other stuff are everywhere in the closet. I wish it was that it was that simple. And just to be fair, I might not be able to describe it well but It will be gross all the same. You could skip me describing it if you want but don't worry, you will not be lost! I will summarize it at the end so don't worry! All the describing will be only one paragraph so you can just skip specific paragraph if you want. Okay, let's get to describing!

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Red blood spots covered the floors and walls. Some was starting to dry as "it" hung there. Blood continued to drip down. Drip. Drip. Drip. The floor was covered in red suspicious looking items. It looked squished, stepped on, played with. Part of it still hung from "it", looking like a red, thick rope. I realized there that the rope was actually intestines. It looked as most of it was ripped from "it". The rest hung there, like the thing itself didn't want to let go of it. The body, or "it" as I called or call it, showed a single stab wound in the stomach. It was vertical and it looked like it was rotting from the inside out. The stab wound was wide and shows the inside clearly without having to move any part of the body. The body was floating; looking like it was lying on the ground, not hung in anyway. It was limp, so it definitely not being hung by string. The body's arms and legs were dangling like a puppet. The head was tilted back, so the eyes were facing me. The eyes were bloodshot and partially opened. It looked like she wanted to sleep. The body was a girl. Her face was extremely pale, along with the rest of her body because of the blood lost. Blood trailed down from her mouth, looking a bit wet but mostly dried like the rest of her blood. The only parts that were still wet were the blood in her used to be stomach and the pool of blood under her. Her hair was tied back and her face looked untouched.

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In all, the body looked like it was attacked with a knife with poison to the stomach, the exact way I seemed to have died a while ago. I looked at her body and knew that she was wearing my uniform. The only difference is that it is not me. It is another maid I've seen around the mansion as I was cleaning, running around, and doing the usual stuff. She was a very timid person and she didn't say much. Actually, I don't think I heard her talk before. Why was she the one killed? Why did I experience the same thing as her in… I'll call it a dream. Why did she have to die? She probably had a loving family that cared for her.

I walked towards the body now and I breathed in the smell of rotting. I felt the throw up immediately come up again and I covered my mouth to stop it. The poison probably sped up the rotting because I knew that she wasn't there before 3 PM. That was when I put my clothes in; making sure everything was folded and hung perfectly inside. Hey, I like to be organized in my closet!

"That is certainly a big mess for you to clean." I jumped and turned to see that it was the butler that told me to go back to my room… last night? I have no idea what the time is now. He still had the same smile he had from before. "Please refrain from doing… unnecessary things if you don't want the skeleton, or the dead body, in your closet again." He chuckled at his joke and walked quietly out the room.

That is the reason I didn't update earlier. I needed to get Megumi in the story. Even though it didn't seem like she was important, she really is.

I am not going to beg anymore. Just do what you want and I will decide if I am going to cut this short or not.