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-Chapter One: Lenalee-
"He who sows courtesy reaps friendship; and he who plants kindness gathers love." ~Basil
Through my years of serving the Leverrier family, I was required to wear the servant uniform. The uniform was a long black trench coat with silver linings, buttons and a silver rose crest which lay over my heart, a short sleeved shirt and a black skirt that went down to my knees, with black shorts that were underneath. I was also required to wear the heavy black shoes that I tried on the night I arrived. It was discovered that they had a defense mechanism called innocence, and when they were activated, my speed and grace were enhanced, with additional benefits like the ability to walk on both water and air. I only had to activate them once for defensive reasons but otherwise, I activated them if I was behind schedule.
The family that I served was made up of Mr. Malcolm C. Leverrier, a 19 year old gentleman named Howard Link, and a 28 year old gentleman named Bak Chang. Both Howard and Bak were orphans from Mr. Leverrier's distant relatives, but they were treated like they were his own sons.
Howard Link had golden blonde hair, often worn plaited down his back, and warm chocolate brown eyes. His most notable feature though was a pair of black dots that were tattooed onto his forehead. If he was ever needed, the first place anyone would look would be the kitchen, where he could be commonly found creating a wide variety of exotic sweets and pastries. His personality though was warm and caring underneath an outer shell of cold indifference.
Bak Chang was a fair-haired youth as well, but instead of a more organized plait, his short golden hair looked like it was untidy and not brushed. His eyes were dark gray, but they reflected enough light for them to take a silvery hue, and seemed to glow in the faintest trace of moonlight. He often wore a black beret that had a tassel on top, and preferred to wear a white lab coat along with Italian style boots. Bak, unlike Howard, tended to spend his days in the laboratory among test tubes of multicolored substances, making discoveries, and writing down his findings. It was common for him to come to the dinner table with various mysterious stains on his lab coat, and Mr. Leverrier would scold him each time, telling him to change his clothes before dinner. He was a gentle individual who always treated everyone with kindness.
The day my life started to improve, I was 16 years old and it began like any other: I switched my bed clothes with my serving uniform; I brushed my long black hair; etc. Before I left the Leverrier household to buy groceries, I grabbed my black hooded cloak, and fastened it using silver clasps that bore the Black Order Kingdom's crest, the rose cross.
After I had already been walking for about roughly ten minutes, I noticed that I was being followed by a mysterious hooded figure whose only distinguishable feature was his long night black cloak that brushed the ground with every step he took. Warily, I took a detour down a dark street corner, cautiously glancing behind me. I unfortunately realized that the person was still behind me. I broke out into a full-out run, even considering on activating the innocence in my shoes, but I decided against it because it would only draw more attention. I looked behind me again to find that my suspicions were right, and the hooded figure was dashing after me. Deciding to hide and take cover, I quickly opened a door that seemed to lead into a dark building, and squeezed through the small opening. While my eyes adjusted to the low lighting, I tried to hide my gasp, trying to remain quiet as I realized where I was. I was in a gambling pub.
The smell of cigar smoke filled my nose, threatening to choke me. I could make out cherry wood paneling on the walls, and on the bar in the back. Many gambling tables dressed in a soft green felt were spread across the floor plan. A crowd of men dressed from peasant clothes to the more formal dress of nobles, surrounded a table, blocking it's occupants from my view. I crept closer to the crowd, even though my instincts warned me of danger, my curiosity gripped me in iron chains, dragging me closer to the table and its unseen occupants. I heard a cry from one of the table's occupants, shocking me out of my stupor.
"Royal Straight Flush!"
-Chapter One End-
A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, it was meant to introduce our favorite white haired exorcist as well as show the current situation with Lenalee at 16 years of age. I think that the next chapter will be longer, Thank you for reading! I know that Lenalee typically wore her hair in pigtails when it was longer, but I prefer it to be kept down and it will help me in a scene that will come up in two chapters.