The Drabble Diaries

by Tomoyo-chan

Disclaimer: I don't own KH.

Blue Eyes - July 6, 2012

Namine gasped as the corset tightened around her waist. She disliked the things but Lord Braymar was very specific on what he wanted. Ten young girls, all with blue eyes, dressed in the latest fashions were to appear at his door at promptly four in the afternoon. Normally Namine wouldn't go on this sort of business but blue eyed girls didn't fall from the sky.

An hour later she was bundled into a carriage with the other girls and deposited on Lord Braymar's doorstop. A young man took them through the servants hallways up to a small sitting room. No one waited for them.

Most of the girls whispered in small groups, but Namine only watched. Three of the girls were blond and four more brunette. The remaining two had black and red hair respectively. The eldest was 18 and the youngest was Namine herself at 14. The redhead spoke with two of the brunettes. A blond laughed a little too loudly. Two of the brunettes appeared to be twins. One girl had ripped a hole in her stocking. The clock ticked.

Namine blinked and found herself alone in the room. The clock read nearly 7 in the evening. Three hours had passed. Where had the other girls gone? Her head felt fuzzy and the taste of honey lay heavy on her tongue. Thick and sickly sweet.

Rising from her seat, she was halfway across the room when the door opened. A young boy, perhaps five years old, stood in the doorway. He smiled at her frozen form, pulling on a lock of his brown hair. Then he was at her side, pulling at her hand.

"This way."

He pulled her to the door and halfway down the hall before she thought to question where they were going.

"The storage cupboard. You'll be safe there."

She blinked. "Safe from what?"

"From Lord Braymar."

Namine stopped in the middle of the hallway. This was ridiculous. Lord Braymar was a well respected gentleman, if occasionally a little reclusive. There was no reason to hide in a cupboard. Except... Where had the other girls gone, the missing three hours?

"Come on, miss." The boy pulled more insistently at her hand when he couldn't get her to follow. She glanced down at him. He was so young and inordinately nervous for such a child. His eyes darted around the hall.

She allowed him to lead her around a corner to a half hidden door. He knocked twice before opening the door. The storage cupboard really was quite large, she thought as the door closed behind her. A movement from behind a stack of boxes caught her eye. Someone else was in here with them.

A young woman in an unflattering dress stepped into the light as the child light a candle. Spectacular silver hair half covered sea green eyes.

"What are you still doing here?" the boy hissed.

"I need help with the wig."

At the voice, Namine realized the young woman was really a young man. An effeminately beautiful young man, but male none the less. In his hands he held a wig of tumbling brown curls.

This is one of a handful that I am tempted to turn into a longer story. I very very rarely write horror, but the images were just so pretty.

This time it's Riku in a dress. And in case you couldn't tell, the 5 year old is Sora. They both work as servants to Lord Braymar. Namine, I guess it would be the old fashioned version of an escort service, but without the sex. Still working on that part. This is one of the ones I am most proud of, and would really like to hear your opinions. Have a good summer everyone!

~Tomoyo-chan