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[KIMINE HARASHI]

[/i]. She did not notice this however, and entered the room quickly. Upon her entrance, she finally noticed that it was a large kitchen. Before she could do or notice anything else however, a flash of lightning could be seen from out the small window in the room. She jumped slightly and found herself kneeling under the closest table, pulling in her knees. She clung to the diary that was in her hands for a moment as she placed a hand over the locket which she now wore on her bracelet. She usually wore it around her neck, but not today. She had decided to wear it somewhere else for a change. Kimine unhooked the locket from her 14k silver bracelet and opened it, placing the locket into a small slot on the diary. A small *click* could be heard as the leather latch that bound it closed was released. She flipped it open and stared at a couple of photos that filled the first few pages.

She placed a hand on the photo of her and her father together as she felt the tears well up in her eyes. She was a little surprised at the fact that she was crying. She thought she had lost all of her tears long ago. Apparently she still had some left. She clenched her hand into a fist as a few of her tears fell onto the page. She wiped them away with her finger and began to doodle around the picture, drawing black flowers and hearts that were broken. A roll of thunder startled her as she pulled the open diary in and held it to her chest. "Why did you have to leave me...!" She wished so much for her fathers return. She longed to see that wonderfully bright smile of his. She longed to feel his warm embrace. She longed for it all. She was seventeen, yes, but she still missed her father. She had grown up without him. She had grown distant as well. She hardly talked to others. She was emotionally distressed, and that is why her mother had sent her to Italy and enrolled her into the Stella Fiore Academy.

She peeked out from under the table just as another flash of lightning passed. "...!!! Why won't this storm just end?!?" Kimine retreated back under the table, shaking lightly as she began to recall in vivid detail the events that happened the night her father passed away. She always thought it was her fault. If her birthday had not come, then her father would not have died in that accident. She was to blame for her fathers death (or so she thought). She thought it was her fault that he was no longer with her...[/blockquote][/ul]

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[AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE]

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Tonight was an eerie night. Aside from the fact that the sun had hidden itself so early in the day (eight o’ clock, as he last checked), now it was raining. And it wasn’t just your average, ordinary rain either. It was like a clash of the titans, Poseidon raging in the sea and causing the drifts of his anger to affect the skies and ultimately cause this hellish rain of a storm. The constant banging and thundering of the Heavens didn’t help, either. It was almost like Zeus himself was playing around for the fun of it, the gods not thinking even once of the effect it was having on the human world. Ah, but if only one believed such things, which, frankly, he did not. It was just rather troubling and unsettling to have such a storm at around this time. But then again, this was Italy, and where there was pasta, the skies knew no bounds.

The butler clad in black had taken to wandering the halls today. It had been a busy morning, after all, as today was the day that most of the new first year ladies had stepped foot into these very halls, and as such, it had been his duty to introduce himself and assist as many as he could. That was his very first and foremost responsibility as a class F butler, the highest ranks, the pedigree, if you will. It was his job to ensure that the ladies were welcome, helping them climb out of their shells and get accustomed to the butler system here at the Academy. As was expected, some were rather introverted and shy when it came to the rules and regulations of having a butler stand by them almost in every single minute of the day – perhaps it was the fact that it was a butler of the opposite sex that had them so harried? However, the odd ones were already well-informed of this fact, and as such, had already taken to fawning over him like a group of overly giddy schoolgirls. The smile on his face as he addressed these ladies was tight, as he was once again forced to relive what it was like back even when he was a child. Never been the one to flaunt his looks nor use it to his advantage (well, most of the time), he didn’t appreciate all these lustful looks, and he’d had to clear his throat one too many times to get the girls to snap back to reality. He shook his head resignedly. He had absolutely no interest in girls. Even if they were out to break the rule of “not falling in love with the butler”, he was to keep it at a professional level as he always did. He could not afford, nor did he know, how to get close to anyone.

After the introductions had been gone through and over, Amadeo checked his list of ladies. They had all been accounted for, except for one. She hadn’t been anywhere in sight, and although he knew he should have searched for her, it was of the utmost importance that he tend to the ladies present at the moment. Although he had then been plunged into his work easily, there was always that constant nagging at the back of his mind not to forget the one blonde female, one whose mother had personally sent him a letter regarding her daughter. Now that everyone had finally settled down, it was high time he searched for her, lest he be scolded, or worse – fired.

The question now was: where would a lady hide? In an Academy as large as this, there would be one too many places to search. Sighing, Amadeo decided that he would start on the floor he was already at: the first floor of the main building. Shaking his head and sighing once more, he reached towards the nearest door titled the Cooking Room. A gloved hand paused just as he was about turn the knob, his logical sense suddenly acting up. Alright, really, of all the places to hide, why would it be in the kitchen? However, thoroughness overrode logic, and it was better to be safe than sorry, after all. A lamp in his hand, he pushed open the door, the creaking adding an even more ominous setting to the storm brewing outside. It was dark; obviously no one would be in this room at this time. Almost midnight, everyone would be asleep. He stepped inside, not bothering to turn on the lights, trusting his lamp for the support his eyes needed. Red eyes glazed over the packed room, and found nothing. He turned to leave, but as he did so, there was a strange sound emanating from the table behind him. Amadeo paused, cocking his head as he listened to the odd gurgle. Whimpering?

Making his way around the table, the regal man shed his lamp on a figure cowering underneath. Her blonde hair was what caught the light first, and as he studied her face, a flash of realization immediately entered his mind. Ah, yes. This was her, Lady Kimine Harashi. But... just what was she doing here? Amadeo’s face twisted into that of a look a parent gives a child when they were exasperated. Setting the lamp on the table, he held out a hand to the lady underneath. “My Lady, if you wanted a midnight snack, you could have just contacted a butler. Really, there was no need for such drastic measures.” Despite the frightened look on her face, Amadeo couldn’t help but snide a crude remark. The girl’s utter terror excited that sadistic part of him so quickly, oddly enough.

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[KIMINE HARASHI]

[/color] Before she had reached his hand another flash of lightning passed (oh so dramatic, no? */sarcasm*) and she quickly took his white clad hand, not hesitating. [/ul][/size][/blockquote]

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Had he been an individual not prone to level-headedness despite the rockiest of situations, he would have been, as teenagers called it nowadays, rather “freaked out”. But since he’d been taught to deal with almost every kind situation a butler could possibly face with the calm facade worthy of those only in the class F, he was almost totally unfazed by the current situation at hand. And what would that situation be, one might ask? Well, not much really, except for the simplistic fact that he had “lost” a lady he had been allocated to serve for as long as she fancied him to. Clearly, he hadn’t done a very good job, but truly, was it his fault she’d gone missing in the first place? True, it was the responsibility of the butler to ensure that the lady’s needs were attended to, every single whim was to be granted no matter how petty. Surely, these females were able enough to get up on their own and meet at a designated place at a designated time for one day without getting all ruffled up about the matter? Was this one truly an incompetent and spoiled child that as such, she could not even make it to an appointment when all one had to really do was walk? No, he thinking too negatively once again. This happened often when a lady failed to at least fulfill her part of the bargain; he’d start ranting on and on about their obvious flaws, but somehow, he still loved serving them. Quite contradicting maybe, and the nature of his job confused even him. However, now was not the time for that. If he was to think logically, it would most likely be because a sudden appointment had come or by some special circumstance, she was unable to. He wouldn’t be surprised if that happened in this weather.

That was how Amadeo had found himself searching the vaguely picturesque halls of Stella Fiore Academy for one single person that, for all he knew, could look like any of these ladies that currently attended, not to mention possessing in her arsenal a large number of places to possibly be in. He’d have to assume she was hiding purposely, and if she’d gotten lost somehow accidentally, then that would have just made his day. It wouldn’t be too hard to get lost in a large place like this, after all. He wondered vaguely then, what would lead to the latter, if that was the real reason. Did she not wish to attend this school? Or was it some personal matter? Ah, it did not matter much now. He would have no questions answered if he continued to linger here and not take the initiative for the search.

The first place he’d found himself in front of was the Cooking Room in the first floor of the building. There were numerous Cooking Rooms in this floor, and even more scattered at around the different levels of the school. Why he had chosen to take this one of all the others was mostly due to the fact that it was the closest door to him, and it was better to search thoroughly. Like Sherlock Holmes once said, “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” Well, he hadn’t crossed out a lot of places yet, but it wouldn’t bid well if he started now. Quiet footsteps that he had been trained to produce walked inside the somewhat stuffy room, for despite its size, the room was rather musky with a smell of cinnamon in the air. At first, there had been no sign of life as far as he could tell, but a slight whimper had caught his attention, his trained ears picking up the slightest sound.

As Amadeo made his way towards the noise, the lamp in his hand glowed together with the blonde embers of the female hidden underneath the table. He’d found her reaction and position rather amusing, as it was quite rare that the ladies showed any sort of emotional stress around here, just as the butlers did. They called this being “refined”, but he could argue otherwise. Before he could further delve into that, he had spoken with his usual introductory jibes, the tone of his voice hard to misinterpret. Even so, he’d meant to hide it as best he could, for after all, he was in the presence of a lady. As she took his hand and replied in a shaky manner, not quite minding his previous words (which he was somewhat thankful she did; it would have been better to get a little bit more of a reaction), the butler stood up straight, watching the female with deeply intelligent eyes. He probed her face as he started studying her, the possible reasons as to why she had been here in the first place, if it was a reason she could not share. Red eyes caught glints of moisture running down her cheek – she’d been crying. At once, those crimson irises softened with a look of pity, but even that emotion didn’t run too deep. It was a mask, a mask that he wore and perfected in Butler School. It was enough, however, to often fool the ladies into thinking of his deep concern for them.

Once the lady was at full height, Amadeo bowed, his hand right hand resting on the left side of his chest. “I do apologize for my sudden appearance. My name is Amadeo Robespierre, my Lady. I am your butler for the current time.” He cocked his head gently, his eyes swirling mists of red, hypnotizing. “Will you permit me the reason as to your presence here at this hour?

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[KIMINE HARASHI]

[/color] Kimine tried to put on the best smile she possibly could. She could feel that it was unsuccessful, and that it was not very convincing. It was the only smile that Amadeo would probably ever see from her, fake or not. She let go of the false smile before proceeding to answer his second question. "Um... I'd...really rather not say why I'm here... Though I'm guessing you can surmise that on your own by now... You seem smart enough." Now, this may have sounded slightly rude, but there was no rudeness intended in that last sentence that Kimine spoke. He really DID seem smarter than any of the other giddy girls and 'fancy' butlers that she had seen running around the school so far, and to be honest, she was thankful for that. At the very minimum there was someone in here that had an aura of intelligence about them; Kimine was pretty good at reading peoples actions and intents (their auras, if you will), and she was getting a pretty good vibe from Amadeo.

Kimine lightly dusted her skirt and sighed, staring out the window at the still gloomy weather. The rain was, however a bit lighter than it was a short while ago, but some small flashes in the clouds could still be seen and short rolls of thunder could be heard. She returned her stare to Amadeo and spoke again. "And there's no need to be so formal..." Now this was a fancy school and all, and there were fancy (though some were retarded) butlers, and the ladies were practicing their manners and elegance and 'refine-ness' or finesse, as most cared to call it. Yes, this school was such a fancy place, for fancy people, but Kimine would not stoop to the level of forcing herself to be 'refined' or anything of the like. She would not subject her own personality to redefine herself as the 'perfect little lady'. She would show respect where it was due, and that was it. She would act naturally in front of anyone, and that was how she spoke here. No fancy words or language. "So uh... I was supposed to meet someone here, but I don't know who. They never told me where to find him. I haven't been assigned to any classes or anything yet... Think you might be able to help me out a bit...?" Kimine looked down at a small piece of paper that she was holding that lay on top of her diary. This was a note that was left for her telling her that she was too meet someone, though the details as to who to meet and where to meet them were not written. Perhaps Amadeo could help her out, seeing as he was so intelligent.[/ul][/size][/blockquote]

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*Comments: Kimi is being Kimi. No doubt about it. She's treating Amadeo just like anyone else :3 OH! AND SHE JUST CALLED AMADEO INTELLIGENT! Heh, though we already know he is <3

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She could see it, couldn’t she? That faked expression of concern and pity that was playing on his entire face. Never having been an emotional man (except perhaps on the days before that fated day occurred, when he simultaneously lost everything and everyone dear to him all at once, and ultimately his feelings went along for a ride down the proverbial drain), it was expected for him not to harbour any real “substance” behind his emotions. He had long since discarded those useless things, for he knew that they reaped nothing but more misery for the owner. How so, one could ask? Well you see, Amadeo believed that for everything that existed, there was a complete opposite of it. Not one thing was spared from the antagonistic point of view, not even colors, not even personalities, and most especially not feelings. From what he could tell, one of the emotions was “happiness”, was it not? That was then easily connected to sadness, for to him, none could exist without the other. For if one could feel happiness, would that not also mean that once that happiness was crushed, they would resort to the opposite side of the spectrum, which was distress, sorrow and despair? Was that not the nature of humans, after all, to always have to seek something solid to cling to, whether it was in their best interest or not? This analogy, he was certain of, even more so of the fact that it was raining outside (and that in itself was already pretty sure). In the end, after his period of indifference towards others after his parents’ deaths, he had resolved to this philosophy, and with that formed in his young mind, it had moulded his future, into which there would be no emotions whatsoever involved. If there was ever a time he would empathize with others, it would only be to his own gain, or it would only be to manipulate those people. Never would he feel real “happiness” again either, except if it was something pleasing to him such as getting a pawn to play exactly how he wanted them to, and not more than that. He had changed that much from the traumatic event in his life, and it was no wonder he had not recovered or let anyone get close to him.

However, his play on emotions and facial features had been perfected a long time ago, although he did have some slip ups over not being sincere enough here and there. This was the first time, however, that someone had caught it enough to give him the somewhat suspicious stare this girl was giving him, and despite his carefulness to keep his expression straight, a mix of surprise was added to the look of pity in his eyes. If she could read him, what else could she do? It looked like he was going to have to be more extra serious with this one, at least facade-wise. He didn’t want to blow his cover around someone who was seemingly naive and child-like (the child-like part notwithstanding, seeing as she was cowering like a lost one by her lonesome here in the kitchen at almost the dead of night).

Kimine Suzumi Harashi. Yes, Amadeo already knew this for a fact, as the lady’s basic information had already been sent to him via letter, both by the headmaster and the lady’s mother. The only thing she had served to accomplish by revealing her name was the assurance that she was indeed the one he had been entitled to look for, as was his responsibility. It still did not leave his mind, the opinion of her being an irresponsible child (albeit keen, sight-wise) who did not quite know how to organize herself and stick to one place at once. She was almost like a little brat, really, running around when unaided and getting lost and crying once she was by her lonesome. It was always like that with children; their happiness was the first thing they thought of, but when those closest to them were pulled away, it left them helpless and pathetic... like he had once been. But not anymore.

“The pleasure is mine, Lady... Kimi”, he said, pausing slightly before her name as he was somewhat unaccustomed to calling ladies by their first names, something that had been drilled deep into his head in butler school. Always address those with titles and ranks as such. It was like a habit now, so it was extremely hard to break. He replied to her smile with one of his own, this one meant to provide her with a feeling of safety. “... Hm... let’s see.

[/color]” Red eyes skimmed the surrounding area, and it didn’t take long for him to figure out what exactly was the reasoning behind her actions, such as appearing here of all places and hiding under the table, when there were clearly more reasonable locations to do such. As if answering and clarifying the answer, a flash of lightning struck, followed quickly by two rumbles of angry thunder. “Ah...[/color]”, he muttered, almost to himself as he pretended to think hard on the matter, when he’d really already figured it out. He felt like teasing the young girl, but he would do that later. It didn’t seem like this was the moment to, when her nerves were obviously already on the edge. Moving forward and standing right in front of the girl, he positioned himself in such a way that a major part of the window was covered by his back. “It’s quite alright, that is a natural reaction. Although it would have been better to go to your room and seek shelter there. The large view of the outside provided by this room isn’t doing any wonders for you.[/color]”

Formal, was it? Yes, he supposed be was being a tad formal, but as he’d recalled just a few seconds ago, Amadeo had basically been brought up to talk that way. The only real exceptions to when he didn’t speak like so was when he was addressing incompetent butlers or normal citizens (like that one red-headed girl, for instance), but to a lady, it was basically whipped into him to always treat them with respect. As such, he could not easily accomplish her request, even if it was her who asked. “Apo-... I’m sorry, my Lady[/color]”, he said, just stopping himself in time and chuckle escaping his lips at his “honest” mistake. “I’m a little too used to talking like this, but if it displeases you so much, I shall cease talking, if you wish.[/color]”

Crimson eyes met the lady’s own with acute intensity, as he studied what exactly was going on behind them. But before he could stare more intensely as he attempted to decipher what was going on behind them, she spoke again, the sound of crinkled paper emanating from her hands. Red irises then looked towards the source of the noise, and realized instantly that it matched almost exactly the letter he had received. Ah, so she did know she was supposed to meet him somewhere, but just hadn’t seen it through due to her rather... obsolete fear of the weather. How weak and quaint. “Yes, my Lady. The moment I heard your name, I knew you were the one I was looking for.[/color]” He said so with such intensity it was almost to a lover. “Amadeo, at your service. I was supposed to have met you in the main hall today and escort you around the school as your assigned butler, but apparently, you seem to have wandered otherwise...[/color]” A smirk played on his lips as he looked around the room, an eyebrow rising. Really, of all the places she could have ended up... “I shall do so now, if you wish, but it is getting quite late, and it is past curfew. I suppose you’re hungry?[/color]”[/color]
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[KIMINE HARASHI]

Angels in flight (I need more affection than you know)
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[/color]” She watched him as he skimmed the room, seemingly trying to figure out why she was there. She already knew he had figured the reason out; perhaps he was just trying to poke fun at her? She brushed that to the side and glanced at her watch when he positioned himself in front of majority of the window. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, he was right. This room wasn’t doing her any wonders. Though in her fear, she just bluntly rushed into the room for refuge. “Hm… I am amazed by my own stupidity at times like this… I supposed this seems like a childish and ludicrous reason to be fearful.” She frequently talked down to herself when things like this happened. Perhaps to somewhat ease the sense of guilt that she felt? Or maybe to justify to her half distorted and somewhat childish mind that it was not her fault for what happened in her youth. Whatever the reason, it was a somewhat regular thing for her to insult herself as such. “Although, I actually have no idea where my room is. I just arrived here today.” Kimine had not been told where her room was, so she actually didn’t pay it much mind until now.

That aside, she could tell Amadeo would have a tough time with her request on not having to be so formal. Apparently that butler school or wherever he had been educated had taught him well. He was one of those who had perfected (or came close to perfecting) their crafts in the “school of robotic mannerisms”. That’s what she thought about that school, but it was none of her concern. She wasn’t a butler, and this was irrelevant to her. “You’ll get used to it one day, but if you’re comfortable speaking as such, then don’t mind me at all.” Kimine waved her hand lightly as she noticed him staring directly into her eyes. He was staring intensely at her, apparently trying to read her, to understand her better but she had apparently interrupted his analysis when she mentioned the person she was supposed to meet. When he spoke, he mentioned that she was the one he was supposed to meet. Apparently, what she had received was somewhat similar to what he had received. He was the one she was supposed to meet. She hadn’t really taken into account the intensity of which he had spoken it to her, before he had spoke again. “Well I apologize for straying from the main hall. I guess I’ve caused you enough trouble for one night.”

She put the paper that she carried inside her diary before finally locking it again. She noticed him smirk after he spoke of being her assigned butler. Why was he smirking? Did he find her amusing? Was it something she said? She decided to put the thought to the back of her head as she went to retrieve her over-the-shoulder suitcase that she had completely forgotten she was carrying. That was her only luggage. She only brought thin clothes, seeing as it was the end of the cold season, so she didn’t have any heavy clothing and it was all able to fit in one bag. She placed her diary inside before responding to his last statement. “Hm… It’ll take me a little time to get used to the curfew rule. I’ve never had that kind of restriction before. And no, I’m not hungry.” At that moment, Kimi could have sworn that something was wrong. It was as if the nature of the world had desired to make her look even more foolish then she had already been up to the moment. As soon as she had finished that last sentence, a low, but perfectly resounding rumble could be heard coming from her lower torso.

Did God love to play tricks on her like this? Did He enjoy poking fun at her when she was already distressed and tired? Apparently He did. “…Well apparently my stomach is opposed to what I said…” She sighed as she placed a hand over her stomach, wishing it had kept silent. She usually didn’t eat too much, but only when necessary. And her stomach had never growled like this before. Was it trying to tell her something besides the fact that she was hungry? Couldn’t be. “Well that answers that question, I suppose. Yes, I am a bit hungry.” Kimi scratched her head lightly with a finger and looked at the ground for a moment. This was humiliation of the highest degree; or so some females would say. She wasn’t humiliated; she was just a bit upset at the fact that her own bodily organs had opposed what she had said, making her look foolish and silly. Not to mention childish, which she was perhaps already labeled as in Amadeo’s prospective. “ “If you would rather just take me to my room, though, It’s not like I’ll die of hunger. I do have a snack that should suffice until the morning… Whatever is convenient for you, Amadeo.”[/blockquote][/ul]

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“Ah... I’m quite sorry, I’m really not used to this,” he said, giving her a small wink, before proceeding to scratch the back of his head in a purposeful awkward manner that was too easily believable. It would give him the image of true regret, remorse, and apology, although he meant none of the above. It was enough if she believed him; usually, his facial expressions were authentic enough on their own. It was just usually his eyes that gave him away, those crimson-red eyes the color of blood that betrayed the fire that raged ever-strongly within his soul, within his mind. It was when this fierceness was unable to be held back that, if others looked deeply into his eyes enough, they would be able to see the shallowness of the feelings he was portraying at a certain time. However, this time, he had closed his eyes as he smiled, the action giving him almost a cute, defenceless puppy look. But really, defenceless? Never. He would never be that again, and the result of this resolve was the wall he had built between himself and anyone else, preventing them from coming any closer than he wanted them to. “If you permit me, will Lady Kimine be just fine?

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Blocking the majority of the window with his back, Amadeo had resisted an outward smirk at the girl’s inane fear of lightning and thunder. True, it did add that ominous atmosphere that was more or less the most essential part in a good horror story or movie, but really, if one thought about it, it was just loud, booming noise that could deafen someone and really bright light that could blind someone and kill you if you happened to be one of these unfortunate victims struck by these natural wonders at who-knows-how-many miles per hour. That said, there wasn’t too much to be feared from it, was there? But apparently, this girl would beg to differ, crouched cowardly into the table as she was. It was amusing to see such a small figure, so helpless and defenceless. It excited his sadistic side, truly, but he would try to rein it in as much as he possibly could. “No, no, my Lady, I do not think that is so. We each have something that terrifies us to the core; yours just happens to be light and loud noise.[/color]” When he said it like that, his tone of assurance was tainted – now insulting. However, he meant that sentence to be as nice as possible; was he being tactless? He didn’t think so – it was just a straight fact, wasn’t it? Nothing wrong with telling the truth, he always said. But then again, he was one to talk; he’d made lies that were more complicated than labyrinths.

Well, really now. This girl was completely moronic and incompetent. This was her first day here, and she hadn’t even thought about asking directions to her room before running away like a sewer rat to cower before the most obsolete things? Clearly, the word “rational thinking” was not in this girl’s vocabulary, and that, if it was, it would be so deeply buried in all her other childish fantasies that it would be almost like it didn’t exist in the first place. With a sigh, Amadeo let out a soft chuckle, masking his less than optimistic thoughts about the girl. As of now, there was not much about her that held his interest, except perhaps the fact that he could play with her little fear, and send her spiralling into that corner of inescapable fear. But, that would come later. If he overused his new toy too early, he would end up getting bored of it later, and that was never any fun. “Ah, well, if you’ll allow me, I shall escort you to your room. That is my job, after all.[/color]” He paused, watching with intense eyes as they followed her movement across the kitchen to grab a suitcase that had no doubt been forgotten in the midst of all the chaos of crying, screaming, and the like. Really, he’d never met anyone more incompetent than her; it was going to be a lot of hard work just keeping this one alive. “Lady Kimine, please do not apologize for such a thing. You are free to go where you want, but perhaps next time, it would be more... plausible to let your presence be known before wandering off? The search parties here at Stella Fiore can be quite terrifying. [/color]” He smiled, before walking from his location by the window towards her, gently lifting the bag from fingers, caressing them softly and unintentionally as he did so. “Please do not strain yourself; I shall handle this.[/color]” A slight movement caught his eyes, and frown flickered on his face for a second as Amadeo’s eyes rested on a small book in her arms – a diary, perhaps? Well, well, that would be an interesting little piece to her heart, would it not? Titling his head slightly, he asked softly, “Shall I carry that for you, as well?[/color]” He didn’t want to just reach out and grab it. That was one of the lessons in butler school: never be too forceful. And he had a feeling that just grabbing something that seemed precious to her would most definitely fall under that category.

Amadeo had asked the most basic question for the lady after “scolding” her, if telling her that she was up way past curfew could be considered scolding. Ah, well, it was alright, as long as she felt even the least bit remorse for it. He’d then asked if she was hungry, to which she denied. Just as he turned to leave, the definite sound of a stomach growling was heard in the vicinity, and the butler chuckled lightly. As he turned back to the lady, he could catch the glimpse of utmost embarrassment on her part, as was apparent by her loss of eye contact with him and instead, with the ground. Reaching out to her with the free hand that was not holding the case, gloved, white fingers gently pushed back stray pieces of hair behind the lady’s ear. These digits then went below her chin, lifting it up softly so that her eyes would once again make contact with his – intense. “It’s quite alright. Do not be embarrassed. I live to serve, and thus, such things do not trouble me in the least. Please, have a seat over there and I will prepare for you a midnight snack.[/color]” The tone of his voice was low and seductive; just the perfect tone for this kind of setting. He then pointed towards a chair on the right side of the room, before proceeding to settle the case down on the floor. Turning two more lights on in the dark room, Amadeo rolled up his sleeves and prepared to do what he did best: cook.[/color]
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[KIMINE HARASHI]

Angels in flight (I need more affection than you know)
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My Sanctuary. My Sanctuary, Now.

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[/color]" It would have been nice if he could have called her just Kimine, but she had caused him enough trouble as it was, and she wasn't making a very good impression, if that was at all possible to make for Amadeo. She placed her index finger and thumb on her forehead after he had remarked on her fear. "You see my point...?" He had pointed out the very truth in quite the insulting tone, though she did not pay it much mind, seeing as she somewhat thought the same thing.

Kimine was truly being irresponsible, as Amadeo was pointing out more and more; though she already knew this. She could have stayed in the main lobby, despite her fear; or at least found a place to shelter herself so that she didn't have to cause him so much trouble. But that was all behind her. She had already acted on a whim; irresponsible decision making. Perhaps this was why her mother had wanted to send her here; to put a bit of responsibility in her as well as make her open up more; her state of "prolonged depression" had really given her a lack of responsibility, or care for that matter. She had noticed that Amadeo chuckled quite a lot, and she could just barely spot a glimpse of him holding back a smirk. She took a mental note of all these things for future reference, though she had no thought as to what it was that amused him so much. Clearly it couldn't be her irresponsibility thus far... Well, whatever it was, it didn't matter at present. She just pushed it to the side for now as he mentioned the Stella Fiore search parties. So the school had search parties...? Wow... Well she would definitely keep THAT in mind. "That was quite irresponsible on my part. Sorry; I'll make sure to keep that in mind from now on." Kimine placed a hand on her forehead, realizing just how irresponsible her actions were. What were the odds that this one male could reveal all these flaws in her that she had been ignorant to all these years? Somewhat scary, one might think...

Kimine had removed her hand from her forehead when she felt Amadeo take her shoulder bag from her, slightly caressing her hand that held it (it was obviously an unintentional reflex, she assumed) as he did so. When he asked if she wanted him to carry her diary as well, there was only one answer to be given: "No thank you. I've got it." Well that was nice that he had asked before touching her diary. She really didn't like others touching. Ever since it had been given to her, she hadn't let anyone else touch it. She slid her hand that held the diary behind her back before looking at the clock. It was really late, so perhaps it was best that Amadeo escorted her to her room, now that she knew about the curfew, she was responsible to make sure that she would abide by the rules (and that this kind of scenario didn't happen again).

She was ready to go when Amadeo had asked her if she was hungry; of course she replied no, seeing as it was so late and she had already caused him so much trouble. Her stomach however did not care for such matters, and protested against her verbal denial. She had re-directed her sight to the ground, her facial expression showed a glimpse of embarrassment. She nearly laughed at herself for her self inflicted embarrassment before Amadeo had walked away from the door and back to her. It took her by surprise when he had pushed stray pieces of hair behind her ears before moving his fingers to her chin, lifting her head so that her eyes were staring at his own. Now, why would he do this...? Where was the wall that he had placed between them that she had seen when she first met him? The tone of his voice was soft, low, and seductive as he told her that he lived to serve and such. Was he seriously trying to seduce her? Any other girl would probably die of embarrassment or pleasure; but Kimine was not any of those types of girls. No, there had to be another reason that he was doing this. She searched his eyes for the reason behind it (seeing as he had given her the chance to by raising her eyes to meet his own), but could not see the real reason for it. She at least saw that it was not the kind of 'seduction' that most girls desired the 'sexy' males to try on them; it was different. She followed his instructions as he told her to take a seat, pointing at a nearby chair.

She walked over and sat down softly, still trying to decipher the reasoning behind his false 'seduction' (or attempt, at least). She could think of none, however. It would help if she knew more about him, but what should she expect? She had just met the guy not even an hour ago (at least it didn't FEEL like an hour ago); but it didn't matter now. The sudden light returning to the room made her flinch before seeing Amadeo roll up his sleeves, preparing to cook her something to eat. She heard her stomach growl softly again before resting her hand lightly over it and glaring at it. She sighed before looking back out the window at the storm still going on, though it was much quieter than it was when she first came into the cooking room. She opened her diary for a moment, then scribbled something in it before closing it quickly again, placing the locket that was its key back around her neck. "....." Kimine looked at the picture on the cover of the diary again before placing her hand over it. She always tried not to look at the image for too long, though she never thought about taking it out, which would solve that problem; how droll--the very thing she didn't like to look at for too long was plastered on the front cover of her most prized possession, and she was too, how should I say--moronic and naive to move it out of sight...[/ul][/blockquote]

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*RP Tag: Ran-Ran

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*Comments: Sorry for the wait! And yes! Cooking Seb is uber hotness!! ZOMG! ALMOST BEAT YOUR WORD COUNT! >T So CLOSE!