Miss Kira? Miss Kira, are you in there? A voice calls from outside of my bedroom. A quick glance at the alarm clock on my nightstand tells me that it is 9 AM, however to me it seemed irrelevant, the time of day, because all of the days seemed to mold together anymore. With no where to go and nothing of any important to do the days passed by me without recognition. As I slowly paced towards the door, only to hear a low creak with each step I took I slowly pulled the door ajar only to find one the maids that worked in my home, if memory served me, this maid's name was Madeline.
I stared at her blankly and she stared shocked at my fully clothed appearance. Apparently, it did not occur to her that I was the type of person that woke in the early hours of the morning. As my gaze focused on hers, her face began to appear flummoxed. I stifled a chuckle as I inquired "Yes? What is it Madeline?" If she appeared confused before, her face became even more perplexed at the mention of her name. It occurred to me that she probably did not think I knew her name, however, this was irrelevant to me and I repeated my question. "Um, yes, I apologize for the disturbance Miss Kira, but your father, Master Carter, requests your presence in the dining hall immediately" she replied nervously. "Of course" I reply as I glide past her without a second glance. As kind as she was I knew I could not risk being too friendly with her, it could potentially result in her losing her job if she and I were to become close. After all, father looks down upon all relationships that are I am involved in that are too platonic.
As I glided through the halls and down the stairs I became slightly curious about the matter in which my father wished to discuss. It was very rare that he desired my presence within 100 miles of him, thus his requesting my presence in the same room as him was a oddity. The double doors leading to the vast dining hall loomed closer and closer until my nose nearly collided with the dark cherry wood doors. I took a deep, calming breath as I grasped the gold door handle and pulled the door open. I quickly stole a glance around the room before hastily glancing downward, remembering that my father detests when I hold my head up because it shows some sense of confidence.
From my quick glance around the room I was able to infer that my father was, of course, sitting at the head of the table, and to his right was a tall man with chestnut brown hair and startling sapphire eyes in a white suit with a blue undershirt, then to the right of the brunette was a man dressed in a traditional, black suit, holding onto a black briefcase. The man in it the white seemed to radiate confidence like I had never seen before, but at the same time he appeared to be emanating a severe atmosphere filled with anger and irritation. Curious, I slowly walked into the room and sat across from the seething man.
"Well, now that my daughter is finally here we can get to business" my father stated authoritatively. I glance at him, inquisitively, yet he continued speaking without regards to my confusion. "As I am sure you are aware Mr. Kaiba, your step-father and I had a deal, the contract is signed and everything, and I can assure you that there are no loop holes that you can exploit to get out of this transaction." I took another quick look at the man in the white suit, whom I assumed to be Mr. Kaiba, and saw that he was glaring at my father menacingly, irritation radiating off every fiber of him. My father continued, "Now that we have this straightened out, Mr. Kaiba, I assure you Kira will make an excellent wife for you, as arranged by your father, Gozaburo, and I, you must marry her before your 21st birthday, which I have been made aware is in approximately 7 months and 23 days, therefore, I suggest that the wedding ceremony should take place in about 6 months, don't you agree?"
I stared at my father in shock and betrayal as he stared down this "Mr. Kaiba" person. I wanted to interrupt but I knew it would do no good, after all, I had no real control over my life. I transferred my gaze towards the man that was seemingly supposed to be my future husband and stared into his face. As if he sensed my gaze he turned his head in my direction glaring at me with such a look of disgust, it almost rivaled the look I received from my father. Fear ran through me like an electric current, 'I was supposed to marry this man?'