Sanity is Overrated [open]

[TAE-U AKEMI LUCIANO]

Such a nonchalant moment in such a non-nonchalant time. Aki sighed lightly as he continued to beat up the egg whites. If he was to tell anyone that he wasn't angry, he would have had to lie. Yes, he was ticked off. He was ticked off for two reasons. One was that he found the place to be rather boring today, the second one was the fact that, well, he was going to end up dying of boredom.

Normally when people made meringue, they used electricity powered hand mixers. However today, he was going to do them by hand. It just gave him something to do, even if that something to do wasn't the smartest thing in the world. On the stove was a pot of sugar syrup, indicating that he would be making Italian meringues.

Normally a butler didn't abandon his lady unless he had to. That's right, normally. However in his case, it seemed to have been reversed as his lady tended to stalk him instead of the other way around. Yes, he had an interesting lady but that really didn't help him at the moment.

There was that strangling red aura as Aki continued to beat the eggs with extreme anger. The egg whites were slowly becoming foamy and cream like. Yet to Aki's eyes and ears, it seemed to be screaming and screaming and screaming. If someone else saw him now, they'd probably think that either Aki was a very nice cook in the wrong place or that Aki was murdering those eggs.

It was hard to believe that Aki wasn't murdering those eggs and that he was actually making something edible. While mumbling, bits of Korean and Italian, he poured in the warm sugar syrup into the beaten mixture.

Now then, what was he doing here again? Aki paused slightly to actually think about that. He could have been working in the kitchen instead of the cooking classroom. He tilted his head lightly as he continued to ponder. Ah yes, he was supposed to have been teaching his lady how to cook.

Yes, his lady. The one whom he has been tied to. His lady who had tried to put a dress on him. His lady who had continuously tried to become his butler. His lady who stalked him everywhere. His lady that he found to be slightly cute but at the same time annoying. His lady that he found hard to be strict around due to her childishness.

Childishness. Yes. That factor that made him want both to strangle her to death and yet made him want to pet her on the head. Yes, pet her on the head as if she was a kitten. She did remind him of kittens, just without that fluffiness and a lot more, quite a lot more, dangerous qualities.

Yet also fragile. Fragile to the point where he had to be strict with himself. His lady seemed a delicate spider webbed lace woven with finest care and finest design in which one careless touch could break. The most delicate of all roses, the most fragile of all glass ornaments. Every time he touched her, he feared that he'd break her, stain her, forever ruin her.

The egg whites now formed perfect peaks. He didn't want to bake these, he preferred to eat them raw. He liked the way it simply dissolved on his tongue when he tasted them. He liked the way it felt as if clusters of nano sized bubbles were melting and popping over his tongue. Italian meringue was safe to eat raw, even so, he had to put most of them in the oven in delicate drops of perfectly shaped roses.

He sighed. Now then, when will his lady be coming? If someone else entered now, he felt as if he could easily commit a murder and get away with it. After all, had he not for several years and with unknown counts of bullets?

First he would be charming, then with a swift movement of his hand, he'd hit the back of the target's neck. After that, he might either disguise it as suicide or simply bury the target alive. He might break the neck if he couldn't control his strength though. That would be bad as then it would be a complete murder on his hands.

Then he will get into the records and simply erase everything regarding the individual and the academy, causing it look as if an organization or the academy was to blame. He might even make it seem as if the person never existed. Murder for someone that never existed wasn't a crime after all.

[aoi]

The halls were rather quiet today. There were the occasional ladies strolling the halls with their butlers following suit, a common sight among the prestigious Stella Fiore academy. However, even on the faces of the ladies and butlers had a sense of boredom on their face. It was just one of those days where one really didn’t know what to do. Thus, it leads to another boring day passing by slower than usual. It was quite unusual that one would say ‘there’s nothing to do’ at such an academy that had practically anything one could ask for and more. However, perhaps even the best of material possessions could be tiring after awhile.

At least, that’s how a certain..err..lady…..felt. And of course, the term ‘lady’ was used ever so lightly. She barely even looked like a lady with that short disheveled black hair of hers. Although disheveled, it wasn’t as bad as one might though since it was actually well taken care of. It could be likened to that of a long haired cat whose fur might also disheveled, yet the fur felt soft to the touch. Her lips were put in an unladylike facial expression as it was brought down into somewhat a pout, childish as it may seem. Her blackish gray colored eyes seemed perplexed as she looked down the hall right and left, as if she was looking for something important. And oh it was so important to her..rather than ‘it’ it was a ‘he’.

It was the thing that was essential to every lady at the academy. That thing was the person who followed in the lady’s shadow yet was also the lady’s guiding light to ensure the lady’s success and luxury. That was a lady’s butler and that was also who this..girl..was looking for. The term was used lightly considering she looked like a young boy rather than a young girl. She even wore clothes that were meant for boys. Today, she had on some black pants that were fitted alright on her body. However, she was wearing one of her butler’s top wear which included a white button up shirt, a vest, and of course the signature black jacket. Due to the difference in clothing size between her and her butler, her top wear was kind of baggy which was the cause of her trying to look for her butler.

She didn’t care if she looked weird or if anyone was staring at her. It wasn’t as if her chest was showing…there was nothing to show anyway… The little child didn’t even bother putting on a bowtie which she grasped in her hand, waiting for the time when she found her butler to put it on. Now, where did that butler of hers say he was going again? It was the cooking classroom, right? Sounded about right anyway. Ah, her dearly beloved butler..how she wished he just switched clothes with her obediently. She hated wearing girly clothes. It was stuffy and uncomfortable and made her feel like some kind of material doll. It made her feel like she wasn’t normal…though it’s not like she was any more normal in her butler’s clothes than she would be in lady’s clothes. Guy clothes suited her a lot more anyway.

She did wonder time to time though how she ended up with her butler. Her butler was the devilishly clever Tae-u Akemi Luciano. He was also one of the most skillful of butlers ranking in the highest class--A rank. She often worried to herself, though she never showed it, if there was a mix up. Tae-u, affectionately named ‘Aki’, was of the highest class of butlers while this lady…Aoi…was probably of the lowest of ladies, D rank if ladies had such a rank. There was such a huge mismatch that sometimes she even wondered if Aki felt embarrassed being her butler. However, she knew that was a huge impossibility considering she though Aki always had a sense of pride too great to even begin to be embarrassed. Well, unless he was in a dress. Then there might have been a small possibility.

Aoi perked a bit, smelling something sweet in the air as her mouth almost started to drool. Yup, no mistaking this cooking ability. Aoi peeked into the door and smiled to herself, despite seeing the murderous aura surrounding Aki. It was her little secret that she secretly had a small crush on her butler. It was hard not to since Aki had a lot to be admired. He was a lot different from her and had a sense of pride that could probably be the only thing she could rival. He was beautiful in his own way and she liked that a lot about him. She wasn’t even that scared when Aki got into one of these moods. She had to hide it though. She didn’t want to seem obvious or she’d look even more like a fool in front of Aki.

She decided to make her entrance as she kicked open the door. It was a good thing she was holding back her monstrous strength, otherwise she probably would have broken the door. “Aki! Your clothes are too big and they don’t fit well! And, and, I don’t know how to put this thing on!” She said waving the bowtie around. “Help me~” She said hopping in as she went over to her butler. Her eyes were wide and bright as she had to look up at her butler, as usual. It was one of her more hopeful faces that was her supposed ‘cute faces’ to try to get Aki to help her with something. She might have sounded a bit forceful but that’s just as she usually is. It was something poor Aki had to put up with every day <3

[TAE-U AKEMI LUCIANO]

Aki paused lightly before turning around. He could feel that childishness radiating even before the source came bursting through the door. Thankfully, the door didn't break and simply hung on. If it broke, he'd had to fix it and that probably wouldn't do well for his laziness. Hmm, not exactly lazy, but perhaps just a bit lacking in motivation? That sounded just about right.

He sighed lightly as his delightful lady entered the doors. A delightful lady in terms of the unlimited energy she seemed to horde. Yes, definitely a friendly kitten who was rather high on catnip."My dear lady," He sighed the words, "A butler's clothing does not suit my lady." Aki was charming as usual as he went down on his knees.

When he looked up, he had that charming expression once more. A stern one, mind you, but still aimed to charm the lady's heart into his bidding. "A lovely lady such as you should wear lovely clothes befitting to you." A look of light disappointment was upon his face as he sighed out those words. "A white camellia is not suited a clothing meant for the stalk of the flower." He didn't use the word directly, just averted it in a rather soft way as to not offend his lady.

Yet he knew he was angered. Ticked off even more then before. The mask was still charming enough, but he couldn't hide the fact that yes, he was ticked off at her for taking his clothing once more. This fact showed up clearly as Aki's mercury tattoo showed in a bright scarring red. It was a bright scar of gem on the butler's lightly tanned face.

The red seemed almost maddening among the locks of his dark purple hair. The red seemed to be of an order by itself and the purple a result of the order that was chaos. The yellow eyes, pools of colored glass, added much to the effect. It almost made him seem as if he was truly scarred and truly injured. It made him seem as if he was too afraid to release himself from the pain and thus engraved it upon his skin.

In reality, Aki was just simply ticked off. Annoyed to the point where he actually considered murder. Ah yes, his wonderfully energetic lady had stolen his clothing once more in such a short period time in life. Why his coat though? Why? Couldn't she have just simply gotten her own somehow? Instead of stealing his?

Then a sudden question seemed to hit him on the head quite hard. Why, yes, why was he a butler again? He pushed the question aside, it didn't matter now, did it? He will devote his life to this lady and that was that. This energetic, hyperactive, catnip-high kitten will be his queen.

That never meant that he'd be taking each and every word of hers as orders. That never meant that he'd be worshiping her. That never meant that he'd be doing everything she told him to do. No, he'd be her supporter and helper. As a supporter, he'll decline if it was to harm the lady in one way or another. As a helper, he'll be her servant. These two conflicting things, he'd make harmony somehow, would be his trait as a butler. That's right, which meant that as a supporter, he won't be allowing his lady to degrade herself as a butler.

[aoi]

Oh here it comes. Aki’s infamous sweet talking. She liked it in the fact that he was actually talking nicely to her but disliked it in the fact that sometimes it was too sweet that it was almost sickening. She pouted, looking away from Aki. She was displeased with his response to her in a butler’s uniform but, at the same time, was expecting it. She knew that perhaps he was right in saying butler’s clothing doesn’t suit her but saying lady’s clothing was just as wrong, in her opinion. Aki should realize it too, she didn’t look like a girl at all. As such, she didn’t feel like wearing such girly clothing.

Her face wrinkled a bit as she stuck out her tongue at Aki, “Geez, what kind of trick are you pulling this time? I guess if you mean lovely clothes like boy clothes, then you’re right but otherwise, girly clothing is icky.” She said, using childish ways of talking. She was gonna die hearing Aki sweet talk her to death someday. For now, she just had to deal with it. She knew it was just his job but did his job have to be this…gross? It’s as she said before, she liked it but at the same time didn’t like it. She gave a light ‘tch’ at being told she’s a white camellia. “I don’t have a spec of white on me, Aki, except for this dress shirt of yours which is too freakin’ big for one thing. For two, if I was supposed to be some type of flower, I’d probably be a pumpkin flower. Because I’m not some stupid flower, I’m a fruit that doesn’t fit in.” She said stubbornly.

She really believed that. She decided to be stubborn and argue back with Aki, despite knowing Aki was probably ticked enough that she stole his clothing. “Anyway, you look more like a flower than me! You even have a daisy printed on your face. You’re elegant and know how to handle things well just like a lady should. That’s why you should pretend to be the lady and I should learn to be a butler! Secret of course.” She said excitedly, eyes sparkling with hope at the idea. She seemed intent on the idea of switching places. However, lately this idea of hers hasn’t been working out well.

Aki was so against it, the rejection of the idea annoyed her just as much as Aki was annoyed at the sheer idea. She sometimes wished Aki did obey every word of hers but at the same time, she liked how he was stern with her. After all, no one should want a butler you can just walk over. One needed a butler that can make good decisions on what should and should not be followed, which was especially so with Aoi. She did wish he was at least a bit lenient toward her switching roles idea. She was confident that she could pass of as a butler, at least maybe a D rank butler. However, making Aki look girlish might have been a problem. Aoi couldn’t deny it, Aki was a rather good looking man who would be difficult to pose as a woman.

She finally decided to take notice of Aki’s delicately made meringues before Aki could sputter some more nonsense to her. She was fascinated with Aki’s craftsmanship with cooking ingredients. It was an ability that was also far superior to her own. She smiled happily at the work before looking up at Aki with a childishly innocent smile, “ne, Aki, can I have one of these? Please?” She asked hopefully. Ah, this was probably one of the few times she seemed remotely like a girl. It was only a small fragment though, as it tended to disappear often, that ladylike side of hers..if you call it that.

[TAE-U AKEMI LUCIANO]

That's it. He had enough of this for the day. He listened through the entire thing with a smile. A smile that was growing shadows over it. Then when the entire thing was over, or when he was absolutely certain that the lady would speak no more, he stood up, dusted him self, and apologized in advance. "My lady, I will apologize for my immediate future action right now." He claimed before that very action that he wasn't to commit.

He pulled on his gloves and then, BOINK! Hit his lady on the head. It was more of a light tap, really. Unlike his lady, he knew how to control his strength. "My lady, if you are to be a fruit, I'd love to believe you to be a pomegranate, the fruit that may be ugly outside, but with stunning jewels inside." He sighed as the shadow covered his face again. "Or that is what this humble butler would want to believe."

Yes, he was all to aware of his lady not really being a lady. "And for the clothing, you are very precise in the matter." He sighed lightly. "Which is why I ordered several clothing that may fit your taste that can still be lady like while my lady be herself." He'd have to order them tonight and have it arrive as quickly as possible. He'd use the lady's tailor since he didn't have any measurements.

"Now, regarding the meringues," He motioned at the oven with the timer still indicating that the meringues needed two hours and three minutes until completion. "Shall we get on with the planning cooking lesson?" The butler sighed as he continued. "So far, in my two decades of my life, I have never met anyone who could fail in baking meringues." He smiled lightly. "Which is precisely why I planned for it to be the first lesson in cooking."

Aki then waited for any objections to fly by. Not that he'd bend to it. He was a very selfish butler. Yes, very selfish indeed. A selfish and a stubborn butler. Now then, how did this butler make it to the rank of A? That itself seemed a mystery now.

[ooc: sorry, it's super short... again. ;__;]