:Scattering like Pollen: [Continued]

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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It was a white hot anger, one he hadn’t really felt before. He poked at the chicken pensively, swallowing each word that crossed his mind. Clyde just wanted to burst into obscenities, use each and every word that he could to throw blame and spite like a spear at the girl sitting so closely to him. The temptation to simply walk away, leave the food cooking and Ji-ae sitting on the counter, and just go outside until he could calm down pulled him to the front door but he stood his ground in front of the stove and started to finish the meal. After flicking the knobs on the burners to off he moved to grab plates out of one of the many cabinets, each filled with spices, snacks, fine china, and his favorite ingredients. Somewhere in his head, he thought that he’d better ask what she liked to eat so he could stock up. With another deep breath, he found that some of the anger had subsided.

Plating the meal took a little bit of care, he hadn’t checked his hand but the dull throbbing told him it wasn’t that bad. At most it would be a minor annoyance for the next few days, if anything. With everything finished he took the plates to the table, not even looking at his lady as he passed. He placed them gracefully across from each other and with another deep breath, tried to kill any look of hate he held on his face. Truth be told, it had been an accident. Even if her games had spurred it on, it wasn’t like she had intended it to happen. With a sigh, he released the anger and fell into a melancholy defeat. Pacing back into the kitchen, he pulled glasses out of another cupboard and set them on counter. His back to Ji-ae, who hadn’t said much other than suggesting ice for the wound instead of water, he sighed again. Even if he’d given up on being pissed off, he was still annoyed with the events of the evening.

”I’m sorry.” She spoke softly and it made him turn and check the sincerity in her face. For a few moments, he was tongue-tied. He didn’t expect it, he thought she’d be rather amused with his reaction rather than sympathetic. Hadn’t she been trying to get a rise out of him since he came home? It just didn’t make any sense to him. ”Don’t worry about it, it was an accident,” he cooed with a passive tone, ”Just hurry up and go eat, or else your food will get cold.” Walking toward the refrigerator, he opened the freezer and pulled out three ice-cubes, gripping them lightly in his right hand as he opened the bottom door and pulled out his favorite juice. It was considerably more empty than before he had left, with barely enough for one glass. Swallowing once again, he cradled the bottle with his right arm and pulled out the unopened bottle of juice he’d been given by another butler. ’Sour, just like you!’ they’d mocked. He’d taken it with a smile, flipping his wrist and extending a finger as he casually walked away. Setting both on the counter, he opened the better juice first and poured it into a glass. Vainly, he tried to open the other bottle with his left hand but found it awkward. Clyde set the ice he was holding and gave the cap a quick twist with his injured hand, snatching up the ice as soon as the bottle was open. ”Here. Can you please take this with you?” He turned his lady and pointed at the already poured glass. He’d only guessed that she had liked it as well, considering how much of it she had drank. ”It’s this or that grapefruit junk. Just take it.”

He poured the pink juice into his own glass and picked it up with his left hand, walking toward the dinner table with swift steps. The air was too heavy, the atmosphere too quiet and remorseful for his tastes. ”So that’s all it takes, huh?” he teased musingly, chuckling softly, ”A tiny little burn and you suddenly stop being all touchy feely? I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiled infectiously, gripping the ice in his right hand and pulling his lady’s chair out, ”After you.” He said in his best mock butler voice he could manage before sitting down to the dinner himself. At the very least, she was interesting. He supposed it wasn’t all that bad either, it wasn’t like she hated him. He glanced at Ji-ae with curiosity.

”I suppose we never really did any formal introductions, eh? I’m Clyde Travers Haydn. I suppose I’m going to be your butler, Miss Chou.” He would have given a slight bow, a sign of respect he’d been told to give when introducing himself properly, but the best he could do was give a slight bow of his head. Picking at his food, he smiled and thought the moment was kind of bitter sweet. He hoped she wouldn’t get too used to him acting like this. ”Hurry up and eat, I put a lot of hard work into this for it to just sit there.” he mocked with a pensive smile while playing with his food more than anything.

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Notes~ ._. Wall of text, ahoy, part two.
Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

Intelligence wasn't required to realize she had angered the young boy in a heated fuss, obviously fretting over his burnt hand while trying to finish their planned meal without anymore distractions. She obediently sat ontop the counter and remained quiet, silently watching him as the chow mein spilled into two decorative plates with two crystal glasses appearing from a cabinet. Although the wound must've been painful he didn't reveal any signs of weakness but rather persuing his job, faithfully preparing them dinner and even offering a glass to her full of such wonderful juice she'd ever been so fond of. Yet there was only enough for one glass and he'd so kindly gave her the last one - although a normal lady would feel swayed by his sudden kindness, it affected her little. Yes, it's within his nature to behave badly but when it came to his Lady - everything had to change, whether or not he approved of such. Although she couldn't pinpoint the true reason why she'd ever bother to apologize for anything in fact, knowing that it truly wasn't her fault but strangely felt sorry for the teenage butler. Was it because he was actually trying instead of studying the amazing features of her body or plain whimsical guilt? "I'm not sure if you have any spare hands to sacrafice to the fire in order to stop my little games, manservant."

In life the maiden was taught to never be sorry for anything she might have done wrong; stealing for unsuspecting villagers, lying, cheating - anything she could've done to earn a quick buck instead of resorting to selling her attractive body to another male much like her sisters did for a living. Stealing wasn't hard for her in the beginning, learning how to take advantage of others kindness and using it advantage to gain what was needed to survive. Even after a few years of pick pocketing, she managed to cross paths with a clever martial artist who caught her in the act and instead of punishing - trained her for the rest of her young life in martial arts. Never before had a girl like herself excelled so much, even further than the boys as she enrolled in tournaments and won until she grew bored of the path of a warrior and decided to enroll in the academy. Obviously, coming from the mouth of her grandmother, she'd forgotten how to act like a true lady and needed to be taught properly how. In a calm gesture she accepted the glance and climbed off of her resting place, flickering a bored glance towards the table where he had so kindly pulled a chair for her. "Thank you." Slipping quietly into her seat and gazing curiously at her food, she began to slurp a few noodles before chewing the flavor out of him. Curiously she tipped her head to one side and then towards another, figuring out the true zen of the flavor before giving a cold and calculating nod. "It's delicious."

"Clyde Travers Haydn . . .", the accent rolled sensually from her tongue, obviously repeating the name for pleasures sake of knowing how it felt to say his name. It felt strange and at the same time interesting even. Pale digits danced around the edge of her fork as it gathered a roll of noodles, bounded so deliciously in a ball like shape for the maiden to devour within seconds. With a graceful nod of her head she stretched her arm and placed the back of her palm near his face, expecting some sort of introductory hand kiss she'd been ever so fond of. "Ji-ae Izumi Chou." Translating the strange language of her personality would take weeks and maybe ever years to figure out; from one moment she is quite affectionate and aggravating with her selfish behaviour while at another segment she is quiet, cold, distant and even calculative. Deciding what her true nature was like would be impossible to detect, something this butler would eventually learn down the road.

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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Skillfully wrapping his noodles around a fork, Clyde slowly found himself getting lost in thought. Thoughtlessly staring off over Ji-ae’s shoulder and idly twirling the noodles onto his fork for him to eat, he wondered about the last time he really had to deal with someone so difficult. His obvious choice was his parents and felt strangely weird making a connection between this seemingly sexual dynamo and his mother and father. His parents, of course, had never nibbled his ear. Had never forced themselves upon him. But they had demanded a lot of him, following his father’s footsteps and becoming a respectable butler and gentleman for instance. Growing up and watching the rich employers walk over his father made him come to the realization that he hated everything about the job. To submit to someone and do as they ordered for the rest of his life. To be a servant was a life spent in degradation in his eyes.

But when his father told him there was no choice, that he was going to train to be a perfect gentleman and that was that, it had already been decided. No matter how much he had fought, no matter how many times he ran away, no matter how much he despised the planned future, there it was staring him in the eyes. Taunting him with the image of his father, cleaning the messes of a master. The eventual defeat was inescapable. Shipped off on a bus with no luggage and his pockets thinly lined with money, he’d been sent to a friend of the family to be properly trained. And hell followed.

Like sodium and water, Clyde and the old man didn’t mix well. Instead, they burned on contact. Every morning, waking up as the sun just started to peak it’s ugly bed head through the clouds, he’d be forced through menial chores. If he didn’t do them as specified, he’d have to do it again. Clyde smirked with some disdain as he recalled one particular morning he’d swept the kitchen floor until the old man waltzed in, his black suit and vest combination perfectly steamed and pressed, and declared it wasn’t acceptable. He picked up the dust pan and up-ended it all over the floor. ”Clean it right.” He swept that floor five times.

”Heheheheh…” He chuckled regretfully, if he had only been a little smarter he could have escaped that hell. But no, for three years he was forced to stay with that old timer until he was sent to Italy to finish his training at seventeen. A plan perfectly excited, if Clyde failed here he’d be left on his own. ”In the gutter, like you’d like, I suppose,” his father had explained. The sound of his fork scraping against his plate snapped him out of his hellish daydream. The ice in his hand had melted and his right palm was numb for the moment.

”I’ll take your dishes when you’re done, Ge-ae.” He mispronounced her name on purpose, standing with his empty plate in his left hand and the grapefruit juice in his glass untouched, ”Then I’ll make your bed and show you to your room.” He turned toward the kitchen, ’Or you could do it yourself,’ clinging to his tongue. The faint memories of his family had brought a sour mood.

”Is there anything that you’ll need for the night?” He called as he slid his dish into the sink to wash later. Even though there was a perfectly good washing machine, it’d been beaten into him that one should always wash dishes by hand. Eventually it became a have that was second nature to him. ”If there is, just ask and I’m sure I can get it.” Again he found himself holding back ’Or you could do it yourself.’ He walked to the doorway between the kitchen and dining room, leaning against the frame and smiling haphazardly at his lady, ”Whatever you need. I’m sure I can get around to it. Eventually.”

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Notes~ ._. ^^^^^ D:
Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

Noodles towered over the lady's eating utensil as she finished the last bite to eat, allowing it to freely dangle from its fine points before slipping it inside her mouth. Something about the flavor captured her attention, the way it tasted sour at first but smoothed over in a bitter taste from the sauces he chose. She didn't imagine having a butler who could cook, let alone the last of them she'd been assigned to only knew how to make sweets and dishes from their country. No one ever considered what she preferred or wondered what her favorite dish was. Yet one would be stupid to imagine this favor as anything else but kindness, a butler's duty; to grant his lady whatever she wished without thinking twice - what they thought or personally wanted themselves is disclosed information and sometimes even affected the lady he was assigned. Butler's and lady's were never allowed to have a relationship with each other for many reasons and despite the rules, many still continued their love affairs from behind doors. Some were caught and expelled from the school grounds while the others continued with extreme ease, eliminating any signs of proof.

In fact she could recall a small story being told to her a year or so ago during lunch time, chatting with a few lady's who were known as gossipers; a lady and butler were assigned to each other for several years, despite their rough start they soon became friends over a few months and after the first year - the lady was completely convinced, she had fallen in love with her butler. One night after having dinner she had asked if he felt the same way, after years of catering to her every whim and enduring her heartless behaviour, it was a mistake she'd soon regret. Overcome with deep resentment the butler did grant her an answer by telling her the complete truth -- he despised everything about her, such smiles and memories they shard together were merely facaded to please her. He already had a wife and child at his home country. Yet the drama didn't end there; their contract was broken the next day and while the butler eagerly returned home, his lady couldn't stop her feelings of growing jealousy. Born into a family of power; a father who excelled as a high judge with a mother who was known for her skills as an attorney, she found a way to gain revenge to ease her suffering. A week later the butler and his family were found dead in their home after days of silence, unable to find their reason of death or find any potential murderer. Of course everyone with a right set of mind knew it was his jealous ex-lady but never spoke a word against her when the day came and she was brought to court, knowing her right of passage would never be uttered in front of her loving mother and father.

When people fall in love with someone who refuses to return it, people do crazy things in order to gain it. Her mother often told her love stories before tucking her in at night, weaving tales of true love and fatal attraction that captured the young Ji-ae with all interest. Even now she couldn't explain why but often read any type of love story printed on a book, buying anything a library owned and reading for days upon days inside her room. It frightened some of her old friends and even a few of her siblings but her mother understood her nature of curiousity, daily leaving her trays of food outside the door for her to enjoy without having to come to the table.

The sound of her mispronounced name woke her from the unsettling day dream, golden optics focusing their gaze to Clyde as he already cleaned their plates and wandered towards the exit. She wasn't fond of anyone putting slander to her exotic name but didn't bother to protest, instead just sitting quietly in front of his figure while he proposed many polite requests. A dark brow rose in question and chuckled under her breath; just who did he think he was fooling? "No, Clyde, thank you - I have everything I need for tonight. Since my belongings are still inside the school and the grounds are closed for the evening, I shall help myself to your clothes in search of proper sleeping wear." In a fluid motion she rose from her seat and wandered beside his figure, sparing an expressionless feature before venturing down the hallway where she would find his room. She didn't have intentions of sleeping in a room recommended by a short tempered and rude butler. Pale digits wandered through her pinned azure locks, pulling many decorations and clips to allow the full length to fall over her shoulders. Even tweaking with her small braids to allow them air to breath in case they grow into knots the following morning. Despite doing absolutely nothing all day, she had felt quite tired and couldn't wait to sleep inside the warmth depths of his bed.

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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The butler walked back to the table at his lady’s answer, seeing that she was done. Taking her plate and glass, he shrugged his shoulders as if to say ’Whatever, knock yourself out.’ It didn’t really matter if she took one of his shirts, as long as she stayed in her room quietly for the rest of the night he’d be fine. For the rest of the night, he just wanted to relax after the long and aggravating day he had endured. Placing the dishes in the sink and turning on the tap, he scrubbed the dishes clean and rinsed them off. For two plates and once glass, it never really took that long to wash and dry. Before, back when he had been ‘in training’, he’d have to clean the dishes after one of the old man’s ‘social parties.’ Standing in front of the sink and dipping his hand in dirty dishwater, he denounced his selected profession with a searing hatred. It was two weeks later when he got his first piercing.

With the dishes done and set in a rack to finish drying, Clyde could deal with the problem of his lady’s bedding. Luckily, he had sheets left over from his last endeavor playing butler at the school. And the bed in the bedroom that had once been his wasn’t that bad. He snickered as he got to work, changing the sheets and the covers on the pillow. He’d taken the master bedroom after the last lady had decided to leave. He’d made sure that they couldn’t complain, of course. The lady’s would just suggest that his personality didn’t mesh with theirs. He did his work, careful to avoid crossing his lady too much, and that was that. The lady would leave and he’d enjoy living by himself for a short while until the next assignment came along. But the time before the last lady and this one had been longer then he thought. After the first two weeks, he took over the other bedroom. Decorated as he liked. Allowed a little messiness here and there, since there was no one else living in the dorm to care about it. He lived how he liked.

But things had to change, he supposed. He had a lady again, which meant actual work. Although Ji-ae seemed genuinely more interesting than his previous ladies. She’d already broken into his room and made very obvious advances toward him, even if she was just toying with him. She wasn’t as lady-like as he’d thought she would be. All in all, it was going to be an interesting time until she decided to leave. It happened eventually. It was just a question of when she’d get sick of him.

With the bed made and everything in order, Clyde waited for his lady. ”Everything is made for you, Miss Chou.” he called out with a tired inflection. He was looking forward to taking a hot shower and crashing into his bed. The boy walked back into the dining room and picked up his untouched glass of juice and frowned. It’d be a shame to waste such a nice gift. ’Bottoms up, fucker.’ he shot mentally at the butler’s joke as he gulped down the drink, the overpowering flavor forcing him to pucker his lips.

”Bleh…. Who drinks this stuff?” With a grimace, the butler took the glass to the kitchen and quickly washed it. He’d have to remember to give that kind butler a gift in kind. It’d be a mistake to think he’d let the ridiculously childish joke go without retaliation. It was just a matter of planning but Clyde would have the last laugh.
”Did you find everything alright?” he called down the hallway, snapping out of his delightful plans of revenge to care for his lady. The longer she was in his room, the longer he couldn’t finish this day. ”If you wish, I can pick out a few things for you to wear to bed.” With quick steps, he made his way to the shut door to his room and rapt his knuckles against the door three times. ”Would it be alright if I came in?” he asked with a feigned politeness, knowing that just barging into his room might end in some serious trouble. The last thing he wanted was to walk in on his lady changing, the beautiful sight just wasn’t worth the punishment.

”There are pajamas in the bottom drawer, if that’s what you’re looking for.” He suspected she already knew that, of course. She’d spent enough time in his room to inspect it thoroughly. He had to bear with the absolute disrespect for as long as he could, his tongue played with the metal ball in his inner-lip as he thought on this. He’d just have to indulge her little games the best he could, and when she finally couldn’t stand his looks or the way he acted, he’d be free again. Until then, patience was his mantra.

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Notes~ ._.
Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

It didn't take long for the maiden to undress out of her oriental gown, slipping away from the binding corset and unzipping her dress of silk. They were thrown into the floor close to the bedside, unbothered to be folded for the next day. "You may come in." Ji-ae called from behind the door, behaving as if this were her room instead of his own and until she found a better place to sleep - this was going to be her room from now on. He just didn't know it yet. When he entered the visage of sight could focus themselves on her naked backside, briefly covered by a long over sized button up shirt belonging to Clyde. Uninterested in his pajamas and finding it comfortable to sleep with such a large shirt wearing nothing but her panties, a classic look of laziness and comfort. Long folds of black hair followed from behind as she turned around to see his face, noticing he had more than been helpful to her but would rather end the day as fast as possible. A soft humming noise escaped full shaped tiers as she wandered around his room for additional things, finding a wide combed brush and travelling it through the bounds of her hair. A few snaps here and there but her hair felt tamed after a few strokes, bridging over her chest and cupping down to the waist. Ji-ae loved her hair after growing it since birth without cutting one inch away, taking pride by carefully taking after it before going to sleep.

"Did you come and check to see if I had buttoned this shirt correctly?" Ji-ae's soft voice echoed through their empty room as she closely watched his expression, noticing he couldn't help but stare at her half naked figure waltzing about in his clothes. Gentle fingertips wandered through the ivory buttons before piecing them together as one, closing the shirt carefully and stopping towards the roof of her breasts. Butler's always assisted their ladies when it came to being dressed for the day but surely one knew how to dress themselves for the night - that is, of course, he was anxious to have an excuse to have their bodies brush again. "That is all, you can go to your bed now." She murmered before tugging at the blankets and sheets, sneaking inside of its warmth and relaxed her cat like figure beneath such comfort. Maybe he wouldn't agree to such sleeping coordination; having to sleep in another room rather than his while she reaped all possible benefits for herself. Yet what could a butler do? A lady's word was law.

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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Steeling himself outside of the door, he turned the handle expecting some outrageous trap awaiting him. Something to get a rise out of him again, in more ways than one he suspected. He opened the door slowly, whispering quietly to himself and any all-powerful being out there that he was only so strong. Exactly as he had expected, exactly as the night had been progressing, there she was. An enchantress trying to work her charms with little thought of veiling the attempt. It would take a convincing liar to say that Ji-ae wasn’t beautiful, that was if they could stammer out the words while she gazed in their general direction. Grinding his molars against his tongue, Clyde ran a hand through his hair and tried to look away.

”You could have told me to wait, you know.” A snide voice, full of resistance. He wouldn’t allow himself to be tempted so easily. It would be best to be disinterested, to be appear completely asexual and uneager but he knew his face betrayed him. ”Your bed is ready in the other room, so if you’re finished in here.” He glanced over to the oriental girl, fixated on the smooth legs and the half-opened shirt. ’Dammit!’ He turned away completely, annoyed that he had to deal with this torture on a day to day basis.

”Very funny. I hope you can button the shirt yourself, otherwise you’re outta luck.” He wouldn’t be drawn to that body. He would fight and resist with every cell in his body. ”If you’re finished in here, I can show you to your room.” He would insist, over and over, to put distance between them. The separation of a wall would be a magical thing, away from her seductive lures he could plan. Try to plan around this sheer abuse of beauty. With each button snap, his resolve slowly grew until he could look at his lady again, only to be dismissed.

”My bed? This is my bed.” He answered with confusion, slowly it dawned to him that she’d already claimed his room. From the moment he’d burst in with the rolling pin, she’d taken it as her own. ”Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. This is my room.” He answered the dismissal with frustration, ”I mean, all of my stuff is already in here!” His father would call it childish, arguing with his lady over a room. He wished he was more like a little kid, ignorant of her charms and free from the incredible torment of serving others. He tapped his foot impatiently, glaring around the room. He knew if his emerald orbs found their way to Ji-ae, they might not want to leave. They might give off the angry glow he needed.

”You know what? Fine. Whatever. Take it.” He turned around in a huff, storming out of the room with obscenities trailing behind him. In just a few hours, she’d already drastically changed his daily life. She’d already tempted him so much the he’d almost given in on several moments of weakness. Stomping down the hall, he turned into the bathroom and marched to the shower, turning it on with the coldest water possible. Ripping the tie from his neck, he slowly undressed, taking special care with his piercing. ”Dammit!” he growled loudly, stepping into the torrent of freezing water and feeling the burn on his palm jump to life at the sensation. Another joyful part of the night slowly returning to the front of his mind. ”Who the hell does she think she is?!” His hand lashed out at a shampoo bottle, knocking it to the floor with a loud plastic crack. He just couldn’t stand it, he knew that fighting her on the matter would be pointless. Shivering from the water, he picked up the bottle and poured the contents into his hand. Viciously scrubbing his head, he tried to force the temptation from his head and wash it down with the soapy water spiraling the drain. ”Oh, hi. I’m Ji-ae. I’m going to break into your room when you aren’t home. I’m going to eat your food, drink your juice, and generally claim everything as my own. And when you come home, I’m going to try and push all of your buttons! Doesn’t that sound like fun? Maybe I can even get your fired in the fucking process!” He picked up a clean washcloth and lathered it with soap, finishing his shower with record speed and vigor.

”Dammit. I need my pajamas.” he muttered with distaste and toweling off, having to go back into the room with that succubus was the furthest thing he wanted to do. He pulled his suit trousers on and slid his arms into white shirt, not bothering to button it at all. Tip-toeing to the room, he could hear anything except his lady’s soft breathing. ’In and out, just hurry this up…’ he thought to himself as he quietly opened the door and peered around. It appeared she had fallen asleep and he quietly moved to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer and extracting the first pair of pajama bottoms he could. ’Now to just get the hell out of here…’ he thought with a little bit of disdain. It was his room, he shouldn’t be the one leaving. Such was life, though, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

Ji-ae's lithe figured barely flinched from his sudden tantrum erupting such noise inside the room, every muscle relaxed to ready the maiden for a full nights rest. Eyelids fluttered heavily and finally fell, hiding such golden jewels away from the world until she woke up the next morning. Although she could still hear his voice muttering through the darkness all the energy depleted in her slender figure and soon barely acknowledged his existence all together. It was futile. Not that she meant to be rude or intentionally try to get on his last nerve but their different types of personality did seem to clash; she did whatever she liked without taking in mind of what others would want, almost in a selfish way, treating herself to whatever anyone had to offer. He on the other hand was rough, tough and absolutely hard to get along with - doing whatever he wished despite the consequences and quite rebellious. "A cat and a dog . . .", the maiden whispered under her breath while clinging to the sheets, dreaming of their constant arguments in comparison to the relationship of different types of pets. A cat both sleek, beautiful yet at one point quite lazy and does whatever it wished without paying heed to what one thought. The dog who is strong, loyal and brave while known for being playful and quite rowdy when it came to being bored or uninterested. What a clashing pair indeed.

Far into the distance she heard sounds of a distant voice, strong and angry as they screamed every possible curse available in the english language. Somewhere beneath her tired silhouette she spared a few giggles before snuggling deeper into the quiet pillow, wondering just how angry he must've felt for giving his only bed to a lady such as herself. Perhaps if they weren't bound as lady and butler they wouldn't become friends in the first place - growing sick of her attitude and she of his rebellious nature. Yet fate twisted in strange ways and perhaps this was some sort of sign of fate to bring these two souls together. The flow of water ceased after a few moments and the door opened underneath the strength of Clyde, hearing his shuffling feet wander across the room and in front of her door. What was this? Fading into the depths of sleep and half dreaming she lifted her head to spy upon a black figure moving inside the room, going through several things inside of a dresser.

".....!" With a look of surprise the japanese maiden sprung into action and slithered out of the bed to catch him by surprise, appearing behind this dark figure and pushing a strong palm against the bridge of his back. Ordinarily it rendered someone paralyzed for a few moments but caught in this pitch black area she didn't know exactly where she was going to hit, towering over his figure and pinning him about the bed. Thighs poised on each of his side and lower waist pinned his in return, full curves constricting his sqiurming figure. Golden eyes glistened throughout the darkness and glared to the intruder, one hand grasped the roof of his neck while another palm raised as if to deliver the final move to the unsuspecting victims throat. Sure, it might appear almost cruel to harm someone coming inside of a room in case if it happened to be a person you knew but she wasn't going to take chances. For several years she'd was trained under the influence that anyone who dared to enter a room with a half naked sleeping woman was certainly up to no good; to either steal, rape or murder. Or perhaps all.

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And every silver lining has it's cloud

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Luckily, the room was extremely familiar to him. The nearly complete darkness would have caused any bumbling thief to trip over the loose odds and ends on the floor. Clyde wanted to be quiet, knowing that if he had to deal with Ji-ae’s games any longer he might break. ’There are street corners for girls who want to act like you’ he thought with a bitter stifled laugh. Perhaps the comparison was cruel, he’d only known the lady for a few short hours, but in the darkness of his mind it seemed appropriate.

Sliding the drawer out carefully, he pulled out a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. He’d sleep shirtless until he could move everything into his old room, the servant’s quarters to begin with. He turned with a soft sigh, too tired to really fight the issue anymore. The creaking of the bed snapped his attention back to the bed, with his sight nearly settled in the darkness he could hear Ji-ae moving out of the bed. As he turned to explain himself a sudden thwack against the base of his neck rendered him absolutely useless. Falling backwards, he found himself straddled and pinned to the ground, an open fist poised over his face. ”Ow! Dammit, wait! I was just getting my clothes!” he cried out, struggling weakly to get out of his the beautiful brute’s grasp. The blow had truly rendered him useless.

’Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad…’ Another situation he could have used in the butler’s manual. The old man had never prepared him for something like this. Just once, he wished that the old man had taught him something really useful. ’When your half naked lady jumps you, just give in.’

[/b] Shaking the voice out of his head, he knew that he was hearing his own Id. The old man would have never said anything like that. ’Now, you’ll be staying with a young later, boy. I’ll expect you’ll find yourself… ahem. Tempted. When this happens, hum the national anthem. Think of the Queen. But never, ever act on those feelings.’

Humming God Save the Queen and thinking of a kind old lady sitting on a royal throne, Clyde found the entire situation incredibly absurd. He didn’t have words to describe it. He could barely manage to ask his lady to get off of him. Straddling his stomach, he could feel her warmth from her legs on his sides. Looking up, strands of raven hair lightly kissed his face. Swallowing his pride, he hummed louder and tried to find the strength to slip out of her grasp. He could only imagine the absolute look of surprise on his face, the shock in his evergreen eyes. There was nothing in his arsenal of come backs to defuse the situation. He nudged his head to the left, trying to push the cold, moist azure tuffs of hair out of his face. Swallowing every ounce of pride he had left, he spoke.

”If… if you could please get off of me…” He stammered, stopping his humming and struggling to get up with a bit more vigor. He hated this sudden powerlessness, the blow to his neck had thrown his entire sense of self out of whack, ”Ji-ae?” he questioned, proving he could say her name correctly. It felt exotic rolling off his tongue, something that didn’t help his situation one bit. His body, chilled from the shower, was slowly warming to circumstances. He had to flee before he lost any control that he had left.


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Word Count~898
Tags~ Ji-ae
Notes~ ._.
Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

Before striking the deadly blow to his vibrant, life surpporting throat she managed to hear his voice croak within the silence of his room. Piercing almost deadly hues appeared unamused by her victims sudden sqiurming and cries for help, unable to identify it was none other but her butler after he managed to utter a few cries to have his voice be heard. Instantly she relaxed against his figure and released her strong hold upon his body yet still perching on top of his lean figure. From the looks of his unbuttoned shirt and sudden arousing smell, he returned from a shower while looking for something else to wear. "You could have just asked." , Ji-ae muttered thoughtfully before sniffing the open air again as if to inspect where such a delicious aroma was coming from. Smooth hands investigated the absense of his shirt around such pale yet smooth flesh, feeling fragments of cold beginning to encompass his entire body. Although he probably felt the need to go into shock after witnessing such a deadly side of his lady, she continued to lie against him and grope curiously at his well formed chest.

"Mmm, did someone grow lonely?" Ji-ae purred softly against the bridge of his neck as if edging closer to such an erotic scent that attracted the girl so, smoothing over the edge of his collar while whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Was that the national anthem he was humming? With a short giggle she nuzzled against the edge of his body and sensually dipped her full hips into his waist, wondering just how strong his resistance would become after this little episode. Golden hues flickered to his injured hand and tilted curiously towards it, one arm seizing a gentle hold of it and brought it to such smooth lips. "What a heavenly scent." She whispered before showering the festered wound with precious kisses up and down its ridge, allowing it to fall back to his side. So, how powerful did he feel now? Even though he believed to have the upper hand from the very beginning and perhaps said rude things about her in his spurring thoughts and time alone, she wasn't going to stand for it. In fact fight back with all strength inside. The darkness hung closely over their hidden figures as her waist continued to push into his strong figure, her nose and lips caressing the shell of his ear while he felt the naked flesh of her thighs and natural bust of her chest. Oh, whatever would he do?