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[NAGI KOBAYASHI]

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nd anything bad just keeps coming at her. Nagi really doesn't want to believe this, but she could still vividly remember the morning when one of the school representatives knocking on her dorm and say her butler was leaving the school. What is her feeling back then? It must be disbelief at first. But when she read the letter, everything came to light. But why didn't she feel anything? Shouldn't she be feeling sad? Mad even? No, all the young girl did were go about her daily activities. Her butler hadn't stayed with her for long, not even a whole week!. So, thank goodness not much feeling was squeezed out of that. Wait, is she contradicting herself? Nagi always had hated being left, so much that she always make the person vow to stay by her side when they meet. But on their first meeting, Nagi didn't do such things. She was too tensed and awkward to say anything. Besides, the "don't you dare leave me" speech were lost long ago. Leaning against a corner, Nagi's one brown orb scanned the place. It felt awfully nostalgic. Yet unlike the last time she only have herself with her. Great, yet another meeting with a stranger, she thought. The grand door to the outside kept opening and closing as Ladies and Butlers filed through. She couldn't decide if she should wait for him outside or not, seeing ho much frigid ice is accumulating on the pathways. Everyone who dared making it to the cold air had on layers of clothes. Even now Nagi wore a sundress that gets looked at by Ladies and Butlers alike. They found this strange, she knew. Such stuck up and arrogant fools.

t least the school was smart enough to give her another butler, one whom was a level F too. Not only is he a high ranking butler, but it would seem he's the same age as her ex-butler too. But their appearance seem to contrast greatly, and right now Nagi wandered what sort of person this guy is. She still could not pronounce his name, and she might as well ask him if she could shorten it. Pushing some of her black hair behind her ears, Nagi tentatively walked forward enough to directly look at the entrance. No more people were coming in now, and it looks like the grand door would be permanently closing because of the weather. The girl quickly grew bored of just standing there, seeing she would look more like an idiot. She had resorted to pacing back and forth; impatience and excitement welling up inside of her. Still, Nagi could foretell her usual shyness slowly creeping up. The many "what ifs" clogged her brain. So Nagi isn't a particularly optimistic person, but at least the person meeting her is a butler. He wouldn't do anything...mean. By now she had forgot what he had looked like, as all she know he has dark hair. Heck, he could be in the very same room and she wouldn't even know! Hopefully, that butler is a competent one.

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word count :;: wordcounthere
tags :;: Random
muse :;: --
music :;: --
notes :;: terrible post sorry~
clothing :;: A white strapless sundress and white ballet shoes.
credits :;: A ROCKET TO THE ELLE @ caution 2.0 steal and she will take her rocket and stuff it in your... mouth. Yes, your mouth. =D Do not remove any credit, including the image at the end. Lyrics belong to Escape the Fate.

[AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE]

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An aura of prestige was absolutely essential for one such as him to carry. Pride. Only of the few things he had left that were truly his, and it was not something he had any plans to rebuke. Not only was it important to him, but this pride carried with it the brand of the highest class of butlers, F. It was thus then, equally important that he dress the part. He did so everyday anyways, but today was a special occasion, and really, first appearances were everything, despite what everyone else said. With this in mind, Amadeo reached out and slid his pale arms into the sleeves of his black cottontail coat, making extra sure that no creases would be made in the process. He gently patted some random spots here and there to ensure that no dust had settled onto the fabric overnight. Within five minutes, the ensemble had been successfully tried on, without a moment to lose. Quickly glancing at the pocket watch he often held in his left jacket pocket, Amadeo briskly walked out of his room and into the cold air outside, making his way to the main entrance building. Ten minutes to spare.

It wasn’t unusual for the front halls to be crowded at this time of day. However with slight disdain, Amadeo fought the frown that was soon to surface on his features as he surveyed the room around him. Ladies in winter coats chatted and wandered about as they met their new butlers, who, in their own rights, were dressed decently, if he was being honest with himself. This was most definitely not his scene. There were too many people about, and being the rather introverted person he was, he did not want to mingle, neither did he attempt or intend to. So instead of standing about in one place and being bound to attract attention, black shoes clacked against the sterile floor as he wandered about, gazing at everything and nothing all at once. A few of the ladies eyed him with no less than a look of lust or attraction in their eyes, but all to whom he ignored. He had no business with them, so he had no need to be respectful around such shallow women.

With another quick glance at his watch, Amadeo noted that the five minutes had passed by quickly. Quickly composing his face to that of a calm butler who had every intention of serving his lady and performing his responsibilities well, the man walked on over back to the main hall where the populace had doubled, if that was at all possible in this already crammed space. A scowl betrayed his mind’s inner workings, but quickly it was dispersed as his red eyes glazed over those who were around, attempting to search for the lady to which he was to welcome. Efficient and observant as always, he’d easily spotted a lone woman in pure white by the doors. Impatience was stamped on her every step, but it wasn’t his fault. He had been here early, he just got... distracted. Adjusting the white coat that hung on his arm that he had brought with him in advance, Amadeo trudged on over to the lady, a mocking smile on his face as he humoured her childish actions.

“My Lady, if you have problems with your feet, we do have a chiropractor in the east wing.” A devilishly seductive smile crossed his features, ones that berated her in his attempt to not burst out laughing. Quickly following up his words, he bowed, placing a white gloved hand on his chest and lowering his head. “My name is Amadeo Robespierre, Lady Kobayashi. If I do say so, you’re looking quite enchanting, if not for your... particular taste in wardrobe.

[/color]” Amadeo proceeded to lift the white coat from his arm and draped it around her. If she wished to drop it and ignore it, then that was her business. But if she did, Amadeo wasn’t too keen on serving such a bratty child. "After all, it would not be wise to catch a cold in the very beginnings of your year, now would it?[/color]"[/color]
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tag ; ; nagi
words ; ; 674
muse ; ; somewhat low
coat offered ; ; here!
music ; ; none
comments ; ; sucky first post, but I'll do better next time!

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She really didn't gawk at them; no it's more like a look of awe. His face was so handsome, yet something about it seem pitiful. She felt as if the aura around him suited his appearance fine. Letting in a breathe, Nagi let the white coat be draped on her skinny form. Truly she felt better, and her one eye showed this in gratitude. Her eyes met his own; eyes that seem to look right through anyone. And the way they are colored, like cherry, seem to surprise the young girl more. She always can get lost in the color of people's eyes; it could go on to being a fetish. At the same time this person, Amadeo, seem like quite the gentlemen; absolutely befitting for a butler if she must say. But the only thing that worried her is the fact he's a Level F. All level F's must serve not only one first year lady; but all. That is why Amadeo isn't entirely her butler to be looked upon. Until the school found her a lower leveled butler she need to put up with other Ladies bossing him around. A downer to think, since Nagi gets jealous pretty easily. Now that she had noticed, some of the Ladies seem to turn their attention onto them. It's almost like the last time; except this time there were no signs of disapproval as they knew he was a level F. Those women's satisfaction seem to never affect Nagi; as right now Amadeo's her butler to share most time with. Until another lower ranked person comes she can enjoy being envied. Oh dear, how could she sound so arrogant?

Putting that aside, Nagi should show Amadeo her good side on first impression shouldn't she? Immediately her brown eye turned cheerful and positive; with a smile curved on her face. "I am grateful for your concern and praise for me; though we are only temporary I am sure we will learn something from each other."
She then slipped her arm into the long coat sleeves and noted how comfortable it fitted around her-save for the size. The lady give a curt bow, something she had grown so accustomed to. She wanted to come off as a proper Lady, so that nobody would criticize her or her family name. Although the name "Kobayashi" was well known in Japan the popularity of their family isn't as big here in Italy. As the daughter of the prestigious family Nagi's obligated to do her best in her studies and live up to her family name. These thoughts suddenly wants to make Nagi laugh at herself. How could she do this? She'll be alone again after graduating. "I could say the same to you, for you seem to be very popular with those ladies." Nagi then replied, taking a look at a group of ladies out of the corner of her eye. Damn hormones, it's possible the entire female population in here are lusting after each other's butlers. But to say the no falling in love rule are ineffective is wrong, as all students and butlers can still nonetheless make secret romantic gestures to each other underneath the lady-butler relationship. Looking at Amadeo, with his tall and handsome appearance, it would seem almost any ladies can fall hard for him. Nagi had seen so many men like him; ones that knew of their seductive look yet never showed any interest in anyone else. These kind of men are the real arrogant and egotistical ones. This produced a secret hatred of some kind for Nagi, although she must study the man in question to be able to think of anything to say.

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word count :;: wordcounthere
tags :;: Random
muse :;: medium-ish
music :;: --
notes :;: i know, confusion in every word.
clothing :;: A white strapless sundress and white ballet shoes.
credits :;: A ROCKET TO THE ELLE @ caution 2.0 steal and she will take her rocket and stuff it in your... mouth. Yes, your mouth. =D Do not remove any credit, including the image at the end. Lyrics belong to Escape the Fate.

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Eyes the colour of crimson gazed at nothing and everything, until they settled against a singular brown one. These red eyes skimmed through the tinted coffee-coloured eyes of the lady’s, his own piercing into hers as he attempted to decipher what there was to know about the woman. He did this all the time when meeting a lady, trying to piece them together little by little without even having them speak first. It would give him a general idea of what they were like; there was that saying, after all, that the eyes were windows to the human soul. Indeed, he believed such a thing, but not to such a spiritual level. He could always draw conclusions from the way their eyes spoke, the emotions that filled it, the intensity of the stare, and only seldom was he wrong. It was a skill he was proud of, as it gave him quite a lot of leeway to get used to the lady if she happened to be... not exactly what he was expecting. Even before Amadeo had successfully met up with Lady Kobayashi, he’d already done this usual ritual of eye-gazing, as he so called it. The conclusions that could be drawn were that her eyes (or eye, really, should be inquire about the other? – no, that would be until later; it was quite rude to pry, after all) mirrored a sad past, reflected in the brown hues shimmered under the candlelight. An innocent soul with a tainted past, perhaps, although how tainted, he couldn’t tell. There was a look of longing in her eyes – sadness, even – that had been all too quickly replaced with gratitude as he placed the ivory coat over her shoulders. Interesting. She seemed to mirror him, a facade placed over the physical shell to ward off unwanted visitors. An inward smirk; perhaps they weren’t so different, after all.

Amadeo’s face creased into an all-too innocent smile as he retreated from placing the coat on her shoulders, only to have her eye gaze back at him in return. It was a look he was all-too familiar with; he’d had to face it through his childhood, teenage, and now adult life. Really, it was nothing short of irritating, that sort of lustful look that crossed so many females’ features as they laid their eyes on him. Tch. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure what they were after, but he’d never been prone to returning their so-called “feelings” and pleasures. Nor was he the type to flaunt his looks about, unless of course the situation called for it. It was then with absolute willpower that he avoided the frown that had almost dirtied his face as his lady watched him with eyes of that which he disliked, hated even. Ah, but she was free to do as she pleased. He was only here to serve her, after all, not entertain her fantasies and whatnot.

The expected look of acceptance and approval was worn on the lady’s face, and Amadeo couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. True, he’d done this quite a few times before, but the feeling of praise was an allure to him, but not enough to let it get to his head. With the playful smile still plastered to his face, he bowed once more as Lady Kobayashi’s face crinkled into a grin of her own. Wonderful, step one was complete. Now it was all a matter of follow-up. “Of course, my Lady. I exist to serve.” Coming out of his bow, he let a look of puppy-like disappointment come to his face. “But I would really rather you not think so negatively. Temporarily? No. I am and will always be by your side.

[/color]” A tad manipulative? Maybe. But the fun had begun and he wasn’t about to let some moral ethics drag him down.

Stepping forward, Amadeo kneeled on one knee as he carefully knit closed the buttons on the immaculate coat. Ah, but he was so used to doing this; all the ladies he’d served previously were rather incompetent at the most simplistic task. He’d learned quickly that it was better to do these tedious things himself than to risk being screamed at or reported later. It took all of five seconds, his fingers expertly kneading the buttons through the holes. He stood up gracefully, very quickly brushing off dirt that may have clung to his knee in a movement that was almost indiscernible.

The lady’s next words caught him off-guard, and he cocked his head sideways. Yes, Amadeo knew this for a fact, but it was different when someone actually pointed it out to him. Blinking quickly, the sly grin once more entered his features as he suspected what the lady was suggesting. Jealousy? Ah, that would not be the first time. Again, he was uninterested, but it would be fun to play around, would it not? “I thank you for your compliments, my Lady. But, am I really?[/color]” A look of innocence was stamped on his face as he looked around, pretending to be confused. “Ah, it is as you say. But do not worry. I will be by your side... such ill feelings towards others are not necessary.[/color]” His playful tone implied that Amadeo knew what the lady was thinking of, and he could not wait to hear her reply. Ah, this one was a special one, indeed. Interesting.[/color]
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tag ; ; nagi
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muse ; ; on crack
coat offered ; ; here!
music ; ; none
comments ; ; a little better!

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[NAGI KOBAYASHI]

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Surely Nagi had said the right words, but suddenly she doesn't felt too sure if she had chosen the correct ways to say it. Parting her lips, she let out a small intake of breathe. Everything up until now seem to make her do things little by little; still a shy girl to begin with she is. Come one, get it together! How can she lose her facade now? Amadeo isn't the type of person to be over-caring or emotional; judging from his look. Did she just realize that? Speaking of it, now there's a sinking feeling in Nagi's stomach that Amadeo may be a very special butler indeed. For once he seem too perfect; appearance and all. She shouldn't sorry about this, because a butler have to live up to his name. No matter what he is here to serve her for some time before a permanent comes. However Amadeo seem to deny this by brushing it off. Does he even understand? At first Nagi could see this man as an intelligent person; albeit a little mysterious. Could he have some other personality hidden beneath his self as well? In her mind, Nagi doesn't approve of butlers with hidden personalities. That would make them hard to get close to. Still, something about him seem competent enough to do all sort of tasks available. By now Amadeo seem pretty frightening in a sense; intriguing too. Surely he isn't from a normal household? Quickly tossing aside the incoming questions, Nagi told herself it is very impolite to ask for a person's background. For an instant her curiosity and suspicion had got the better of her. From now on she should be careful, and now that she thinks about it; having a level F butler is better then having none.

Nagi's ever traveling eye shut close when Amadeo lowered himself to button up the white coat he had draped on her. Is this too much for her to ask? Even though she hadn't said a word Nagi had already felt like a little child. Of course, she really do appreciate the gesture very much, as it's obvious for a butler to do so. At the same time her cheeks became tinted with a soft red. She never like close contact, especially with one of the opposite sex. It makes her feel flustered, embarrassed to the point of not wanting to be touched for a whole week even. Taking a step back , whether if it's out of random or habit, Nagi then straightened herself and give a slight cough. "Can I ask you if next time you let me do the buttoning? I rather dislike being touched." she said in a serious manner. "Although it's not like you will know me any more then this." She added, putting her hands behind her back. She didn't mean to sound rude, nor so cold, but Nagi is just being a tad bit more honest then before. Amadeo should know, since he had most likely served plenty of other ladies before her. Now, what will he think of her? It's not exactly Nagi's way of talking to people. She then give another bow, of apology. "I'm sorry about my rudeness a second ago; now could you tell me about yourself? Or is it a secret?" Nagi give a smile and tilted her side to the side.

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word count :;: wordcounthere
tags :;: Random
muse :;: --
music :;: medium-ish
notes :;: terrible post sorry~
clothing :;: A white strapless sundress and white ballet shoes.
credits :;: A ROCKET TO THE ELLE @ caution 2.0 steal and she will take her rocket and stuff it in your... mouth. Yes, your mouth. =D Do not remove any credit, including the image at the end. Lyrics belong to Escape the Fate.