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KTHPKC (profile) wrote,
on 6-12-2003 at 12:16pm
5

Kira stared. Willow was sitting on the floor and playing with what looked like balls of energy that were floating in the air and juggling themselves. Willow looked up and flashed her trademark smile, the balls of glowing light disappearing in an instant.

“So, how did it go?”

Kira smiled weakly, “Looks like you’ve got yourself a new partner and trainee.”

“Really?!” Willow’s green eyes brightened up. “How nice of master! I’ve been wanting to have someone to work with, I get so lonely sometimes, and now master’s letting you work with me!!!” She was jumping up and down like a child who’d been given $100 for five minutes in a sweets shop. Then she cocked her head, “I’m sorry, but I’ve never even asked what your name was! How rude of me!”

“It’s K-Itami,” Kira tried to run over her new name, but her tongue still wanted to say ‘Kira’.

“Itami. . . that’s a different name,” Willow puzzled. “Doesn’t it mean pain?”

Kira nodded, “To show the pain that I’ve gone through.”

Willow reached out a twig-like finger and brushed a stray lock of hair back from Kira’s face. “Hopefully life hasn’t been that painful,” she murmured, emerald eyes shining with tears, “at least not the pain that I’ve gone through.” Then she smiled, shaking her head as if she could rid herself of the rears, “Come with me now dear, might as well show you how to find everything without getting lost.”

~*~ 6 months later

Kira stood in front of a n elf who was still sleeping, she had been trying to wake him up for more than half an hour, but he was as stubborn as a mule.

“Get up!” She whispered in his ear, but he only turned around. she threatened in broken elvish, holding up a bucket filled to the brim with water that she was to use to clean the floors.

The elf grumbled and sat up, eyes opening slowly. “Oh, it’s you Itami. I thought you were Silu for a moment, she always threatens for dump something on me if I don’t wake up,” he yawned and stretched, purposely brushing against Kira.

She groaned and spoke with a measure of ice that hadn’t been in her voice before, “Come on, the master wants you to go and see him after you’re done with your daily battle of wits with Cookie.”

The elf got out of bed and walked past Kira to the door, brushing seductively against her on his way. She glared daggers into his back, then smiled innocently as he turned around to face her.

“Do you want to watch the battle?” he asked, hope shining in his eyes.

Kira allowed an affectionate smile to grace her face for a moment, “Sorry Lee, I can’t. I have a lot of work to do today.” And with that she started to make the elf’s bed.

“Well. . . okay. . .” he sighed, “but promise me you’ll escort me to the master today.”

Looking up from the bed sheets she was straightening, Kira nodded, “Of course.”

Then Lee walked out, and Kira let out a sigh of relief. Ever since she had started working at Nemphis’s castle, Lee had made it known that he wanted her in his bed, though he wouldn’t force her . . . much. Finished with cleaning the elf’s room, it never was too messy, something Kira couldn’t stand, she went over to the kitchens to bring breakfast to Nemphis’s private breakfast room. She caught a sight of Cookie in a passionate embrace with Willow; they had become bedmates not long after Kira arrived. Shaking her head and making a thumbs up sign at Willow, Kira went over to where the platter was for her to take to Nemphis. It was a little larger, and heavier, than usual, so she assumed that Nemphis must be entertaining guests. She balanced the heavy tray on her shoulder and started the complicated walk to the private breakfast room, which was in the center of a garden maze.

Kira looked up at the sky as she wove her way expertly through the maze, the sun had risen only a few hours ago and now it was lighting up the sky, making Kira feel magical even if she was only a human.

An angel passed her as she reached the entry to the breakfast room and bowed to her before taking off, a feather falling as he flew into the sky. Juggling the breakfast tray for a moment, Kira bent down and picked up the feather, whish was as black as coal. How strange, she thought to herself, I’ve never seen an angel with black wings before . . .But she didn’t have a long time to brood, her master was hungry and she didn’t want to turn into anything because she was late.

Nemphis looked up from the piece of parchment he was reading when Kira entered, silver tray full of food balanced expertly on her shoulder. His eyes roamed over her body, noting that she was looking womanlier than ever in the uniform she had to wear. It was a short, black, tight dress that hugged her body, showing off her curves, with a crisp, white apron tied around her slim waist. She looked fresh and strong from the work he gave her.

“Here’s your breakfast milord,” Kira spoke, interrupting Nemphis’s musings and set the tray full of food down on the white marble table. She looked blankly ahead as two daemons and a centaur entered the room and sat down at the table.

“Thank you, Itami,” Nemphis motioned with his head for her to lean over and whispered in her ear, “there’s something I’d like to tell you, but I can’t tell you here and risk blowing your cover. Come t my study after I’m finished with talking to Lee.”

Kira nodded and stood up, bowed to Nemphis and his guests then departed the breakfast room, wondering what the hell Nemphis wanted to tell her.
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Angel_Bob

06-12-03 4:48pm

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...............how long until my favorite part?

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KTHPKC

Re:, 06-12-03 5:59pm

oh Gott...*sighs and slaps forehead*

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Shinigami

06-12-03 10:15pm

*claps with glee* I like!! More!!

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1010101

06-13-03 10:00am

hmmm...
most intriguing, I can't wait to see the next part, though I have to ask: why is the bottom half of the story written in Italics?

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KTHPKC

Re:, 06-13-03 12:32pm

ich weiss nicht...i've been wondering the same thing...

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