Rose Hunter Chapter 8, a misc. plays/musicals fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own the band Versailles or its members...it's so sad!

Rose Hunter 8

Yuki's slow regain to consciousness was met by the familiar sound of a crackling fire and the feeling of soft sheets beneath his fingers. Most of all it was met by blessed warmth. Even in the grip of unconsciousness, his mind wouldn't let him forget about the bone chilling cold he had passed out in. He vaguely remembered flashes of ice and snow filled nightmares that plagued his body's attempt at escape. Shivering slightly he snuggled a little deeper into the warmth of the blankets.

Then his sleep muddled mind realized a very important thing. He shouldn't have been here. He was supposed to be waking up in a cold, dark, wet ally not some warm dry bed. People in Paris were friendly, but nobody was trusting enough to bring a complete stranger they found unconscious in an ally, into their home. He didn't even have to open his eyes to know that this wasn't his own room, not unless his room had taken on the smell of Jasmine tea since he had last been there.

Slowly and cautiously Yuki opened his eyes. It had become a habit after too many times of opening his eyes and being completely blinded by sunlight. However, instead of blinding sun, he was greeted by the sight of something that made him think his eyes were still closed.

Standing near the doorway was a woman, of that thing he was absolutely certain, after that however his mind went blank. She had extremely brown curly hair, that she somehow managed to keep all bundled on top of her head and adorned on the top of her head was a headdress made of a fan of peacock feathers that seemed to steam from a single red rose, which was covered with white dots.

The sides of her face were lined by straight brown bangs. In fact the left side of her face was obscured by her bangs; he could just barely see her left eye behind the hair. Her other eye, however, was covered with black and purple makeup and underneath it was lined with gems. There was also a pinkish red jewel that rested perfectly on the bridge between her eyebrows.

It wasn't just her face that made him completely speechless, but her ensemble as well. She was wearing a corset, which matched the color of the gemstone in the middle of her face, with straps that crossed to make a diamond pattern in the front and was lined with silver and gold flower pattern fixings. It went down to about her waist before fanning out into the shape that resembled the top of a bell. From underneath the corset came the rest of her dress, the black fabric seemed to be tightly molded around her legs, and extremely shiny and crimped black, pink, white, and crème colored fabric seemed to wind around her body like a snake.

Her shoulders were adorned in black feathers and her arms were covered in black skin tight lace all the way down to her hands, but left her fingers bare, showing off the different colored rings that adorned each finger as well as the long jewel and stripe incrusted nails. One her wrists were flower bracelets and from them hung thin gold chains that were at least a foot long.

Yuki had never seen a woman dressed in such attire before. It was very strange, almost frightening, yet he would never admit it. Finding his voice he commented,

"You know the circus left town last week right?"

Instead of getting mad, like Yuki had assumed she would, she smiled sweetly and slowly and elegantly walked over to his bed where she proceeded to pull out a horse crop from out of thin air and promptly smacked him over the head with it.

"It's not very polite to insult the person who's been taking care of you," she stated. "You're lucky you're not dead. You've been suffering from hypothermia for a few days now."

Rubbing his hand over the growing bump on his head he looked up at her. Slightly pissed at being hit he responded,

"I didn't know they were training carnies to be doctors, they must be getting pretty…" His sentence was cut off by another hit to the head by the blasted crop.

Glaring at her and rubbing his now sore head, he watched as she walked over to a table and started mixing things together into a cup, handing it to him once she was finished. Eyeing it suspiciously, he looked back to her and asked,

"What is it, poison?"

"Of course not," she replied smiling sweetly, watching him take a small sip of the liquid before continuing, "It's a potion that turns rude men into toads."

After hearing that, Yuki immediately spit the drink in his mouth back into the cup, coughing slightly. The reaction was met with laughter.

"What are you a witch?" he asked sarcastically.

"I prefer the term enchantress, but which ever you prefer. Now hurry up and finish your medicine." She sighed as she watched him glace at the cup before stubbornly resting in his lap.

"It's not really going to turn you into a toad you know, it would be a waste of the two days I spent trying to make your blasted fever go down. Not to mention healing your back."

Yuki hadn't even realized that his back wasn't in pain anymore. Looking down he saw his lower chest area was wrapped tightly in bandages. Sighing mentally to himself he looked back up at the woman,

"Thank you," he said softly. Yuki wasn't used to being taken care of. He rarely ever went to a hospital when he got hurt, it made him feel weak when had to ask others for help. Instead he relied on his own self taught medical skills. They weren't good, but they got the job done.

"Oh so he can be polite," the woman stated loudly in mock surprise. Then continued it mock disappointment, "shame, I was having fun testing out my new crop."

Yuki snorted, "You really are a witch," he muttered.

"You're lucky I am, otherwise you probably would have died. Doctors don't use the same medicines I do, and with how far gone you were I doubt they would have had anything to save you."

"So why did you save me, I know I've never met you before, and I doubt you know me. Nobody in this city is trusting enough to allow a complete stranger into their home, even if they are hurt and unconscious."

"Oh, I wasn't the one who brought you here, and technically speaking this isn't a house."

"Then where am I?"

The answer came from the door way, causing Yuki to jump slightly from the unexpected appearance of last person he had expected to see.

"You're in my mansion."

Disclaimer: I do not own Versailles or is members...if I did I would be a very happy person.