Despairing Maid

Um.... h-hi... I'm... Ayami Miyazaki... The... SHSL Maid.... s-should I get that for you?

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When you realize that, if your group was an anime, your character would have been that one known for the most fanservice.

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I call eats too many sweets but never gains weight.

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I’m apparently the protagonist.

[despairingmaid]

Goodbye Ryoto

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Unprecedented | RYOTO | OPEN

Ryoto blinked, he had called for the others to come as soon as he could see, but it was still impossible to him. His eyes could not be seeing what he had, and he wondered how his world had become so focused around her regular appearance. It was only a few short weeks, it seemed to him, that this nightmare began…But. Now she was dead. And now, It seemed nobody could keep them from escaping, save whatever automatic defenses there were. Now, Ayami had done what everyone had wished they could..and he wondered why they had never tried, if it was so simple.

”..Thank you, Ayami, but…why? And does this mean we can leave,  now..? I’m sorry for threatening you earlier. I just..”

His eyes looked haggard. “I needed to know, more then anything..”

[despairingmaid]

Ayami was still shaking. She collapsed to her knees and removed her bloodied gloves.

I;m sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

What? Why are you sorry, Ayami? You did everyone a favor.

She almost crawled to Aiko's body and layed next to it.

I'm sorry, Aiko-chan. I'm sorry. I failed. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Not again, god, not again.

It seemed like she hardly even registered what Ryoto was saying.

But she shook her head.

Can't leave. Never leave. Never never leave why can't we leave all this time why can't we leave

She curled up into a ball and shook even more.

[despairingmaid]

Ryoto stared at Ayami for a moment, his hurt, empty eyes as he approached her...He reached out and squeezed her hand. "...I'm sorry. I know what it has to feel like. You're not alone." He said, looking at the jersey Eirik had left her.

If Ayami had ever looked worse — well„ she hadn’t.

She was crying. Sobbing. Shaking. 

When Ryoto reached for her hand, she instinctively just threw her arms around him and hugged.

Why did he— How could he- He- I- it isn’t far, Ryoto-sama, it isn’t— It isn’t—

She was just a mess. A pure, broken hearted mess.

[despairingmaid]

She stayed silent as he gave the prayer.

"Well… I only bury the murdered, but um…. Pretty much t-the state you found them in…?"

You can tell she’s holding something back, though — the way she seems like she’s watching out for somebody.

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"…"

Ryoto approached her lightly, looking her in the eye as he pulled her into another hug. He looked out for someone, too, to see if they’re being watched..

"Like I said, please don’t keep any secrets from me. I’m growing really tired of being betrayed, Lady Ayami. You don’t seem like you want to keep this secret, so I won’t hold it against you. But I do need to know…"

He squeezed her close, and she could feel something in his pocket.

[despairingmaid]

She pulled herself further into the hug at first, gladly accepting comfort.

Until the realization hit her like a bus.

She started shaking, her eyes wide. Oh god oh god oh god not again not again not again please not again, not like this.

R-Ryoto-sama, p-please, I....

Her voice was hardly uttered into the silence around them.

I'm s-sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry If I could I would tell you but I can't I really can't p-please I'm sorry please--

She did her best to hold back tears of fright. She swallowed and leaned up to his ear, whispering in her smallest, most quiet voice.

If I s-say anything, t-they're going to h-hurt my family, I'm sorry I--

She tears away from him, still shaking. She shakes her head, tears finally starting to spill over her cheeks.

I'm sorry.

She turned and fled back indoors.

[despairingmaid]

Ryoto stared at Ayami for a moment, his hurt, empty eyes as he approached her...He reached out and squeezed her hand. "...I'm sorry. I know what it has to feel like. You're not alone." He said, looking at the jersey Eirik had left her.

If Ayami had ever looked worse — well„ she hadn’t.

She was crying. Sobbing. Shaking. 

When Ryoto reached for her hand, she instinctively just threw her arms around him and hugged.

Why did he— How could he- He- I- it isn’t far, Ryoto-sama, it isn’t— It isn’t—

She was just a mess. A pure, broken hearted mess.

[zett-ocs-blog]

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[despairingmaid]

She looked very surprised and taken aback.

Y-You think it’s Lynn-sama?! But, s-she’s dead! Kanon-sama killed her!

You saw it happen, Ryoto-sama!

She looks back down to the floor.

I mean, I b-buried her, like I always do…

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"….Buried.."

Ryoto thinks… No, she’s right. All these insane conspiracies… But, wait, wasn’t there someone not accounted for?… Perhaps..He took her hand.

"Can you show me where they’re buried? And… on the way… Tell me what you meant by "again"? Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear…"

Ryoto had begun to think anew. Even if it wasn’t Lynn, perhaps he’s not so far off the mark. Ayami could see his mind turning and the gears grinding. He was going to get to the bottom of this if it killed him.

[despairingmaid]

She nods and takes his hand, leading him to the door going outside.

Um, yeah! I mean, I’m not t-technically supposed to show you, but… I don’t think its strictly against the rules…

She steps out into the back, leading him towards the greenhouse.

A…Again…? You heard that…? Um, it’s nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just muttering to myself. 

That last part… she sounded different. Not like herself — more confident, more… strong.

She pushed open the doors to the greenhouse and began walking to a smaller section withinm, sealed with a locked door. She reaches for a key around her neck, getting ready to unlock it.

It’s just in here, um…

She pushed the door open. The area was’nt that small, maybe the size of a bedroom. A little less than half of it was empty — just dirt, but the other half…

There were mounds of dirt, each with a small portrait, fresh slowers, and incense. at the head. Daisuke, Madoka, Lynn… you get the idea. The freshest flowers and still-lit incesne seemed to be Eirik’s and Kitsune’s, though.

Um y-yeah… This is it…

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"Did you bury Hibiki and Kanon? They barely seemed to leave anything behind…"

[despairingmaid]

She nodded.

W-What was left, anyways…

She wrings her hands together nervously.

Feel free to, um, p-pay your respects…

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Ryoto knelt at Kitsune’s grave, uttering a prayer, loud enough for the spirits to hear.. " Everyone. I forgive you. I know that many of you would never hurt the others if you didn’t feel forced to. To the victims…Please, if you can, move on…Kitsune, stay with me just a little longer…I need your strength. Eirik, I want to forgive you, But I dont know if I can…"

Ryoto rose up, adjusting his bloodied cape..He turned towards her. "What state were their bodies in, if you don’t mind telling me? And…Please don’t keep any secrets. I need to know everything I can to end this…somehow. "

[despairingmaid]

She stayed silent as he gave the prayer.

"Well... I only bury the murdered, but um.... Pretty much t-the state you found them in...?"

You can tell she's holding something back, though -- the way she seems like she's watching out for somebody.

[despairingmaid]

Ryoto stared at Ayami for a moment, his hurt, empty eyes as he approached her...He reached out and squeezed her hand. "...I'm sorry. I know what it has to feel like. You're not alone." He said, looking at the jersey Eirik had left her.

If Ayami had ever looked worse — well„ she hadn’t.

She was crying. Sobbing. Shaking. 

When Ryoto reached for her hand, she instinctively just threw her arms around him and hugged.

Why did he— How could he- He- I- it isn’t far, Ryoto-sama, it isn’t— It isn’t—

She was just a mess. A pure, broken hearted mess.

[zett-ocs-blog]

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[despairingmaid]

She looked very surprised and taken aback.

Y-You think it’s Lynn-sama?! But, s-she’s dead! Kanon-sama killed her!

You saw it happen, Ryoto-sama!

She looks back down to the floor.

I mean, I b-buried her, like I always do…

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"….Buried.."

Ryoto thinks… No, she’s right. All these insane conspiracies… But, wait, wasn’t there someone not accounted for?… Perhaps..He took her hand.

"Can you show me where they’re buried? And… on the way… Tell me what you meant by "again"? Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear…"

Ryoto had begun to think anew. Even if it wasn’t Lynn, perhaps he’s not so far off the mark. Ayami could see his mind turning and the gears grinding. He was going to get to the bottom of this if it killed him.

[despairingmaid]

She nods and takes his hand, leading him to the door going outside.

Um, yeah! I mean, I’m not t-technically supposed to show you, but… I don’t think its strictly against the rules…

She steps out into the back, leading him towards the greenhouse.

A…Again…? You heard that…? Um, it’s nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just muttering to myself. 

That last part… she sounded different. Not like herself — more confident, more… strong.

She pushed open the doors to the greenhouse and began walking to a smaller section withinm, sealed with a locked door. She reaches for a key around her neck, getting ready to unlock it.

It’s just in here, um…

She pushed the door open. The area was’nt that small, maybe the size of a bedroom. A little less than half of it was empty — just dirt, but the other half…

There were mounds of dirt, each with a small portrait, fresh slowers, and incense. at the head. Daisuke, Madoka, Lynn… you get the idea. The freshest flowers and still-lit incesne seemed to be Eirik’s and Kitsune’s, though.

Um y-yeah… This is it…

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"Did you bury Hibiki and Kanon? They barely seemed to leave anything behind…"

[despairingmaid]

She nodded.

W-What was left, anyways...

She wrings her hands together nervously.

Feel free to, um, p-pay your respects...

[despairingmaid]

Ryoto stared at Ayami for a moment, his hurt, empty eyes as he approached her...He reached out and squeezed her hand. "...I'm sorry. I know what it has to feel like. You're not alone." He said, looking at the jersey Eirik had left her.

If Ayami had ever looked worse — well„ she hadn’t.

She was crying. Sobbing. Shaking. 

When Ryoto reached for her hand, she instinctively just threw her arms around him and hugged.

Why did he— How could he- He- I- it isn’t far, Ryoto-sama, it isn’t— It isn’t—

She was just a mess. A pure, broken hearted mess.

[zett-ocs-blog]

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[despairingmaid]

She looked very surprised and taken aback.

Y-You think it’s Lynn-sama?! But, s-she’s dead! Kanon-sama killed her!

You saw it happen, Ryoto-sama!

She looks back down to the floor.

I mean, I b-buried her, like I always do…

[zett-ocs-blog]

"….Buried.."

Ryoto thinks… No, she’s right. All these insane conspiracies... But, wait, wasn’t there someone not accounted for?... Perhaps..He took her hand.

"Can you show me where they’re buried? And... on the way... Tell me what you meant by "again"? Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear..."

Ryoto had begun to think anew. Even if it wasn’t Lynn, perhaps he’s not so far off the mark. Ayami could see his mind turning and the gears grinding. He was going to get to the bottom of this if it killed him.

[despairingmaid]

She nods and takes his hand, leading him to the door going outside.

Um, yeah! I mean, I'm not t-technically supposed to show you, but... I don't think its strictly against the rules...

She steps out into the back, leading him towards the greenhouse.

A...Again...? You heard that...? Um, it's nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just muttering to myself. 

That last part... she sounded different. Not like herself -- more confident, more... strong.

She pushed open the doors to the greenhouse and began walking to a smaller section withinm, sealed with a locked door. She reaches for a key around her neck, getting ready to unlock it.

It's just in here, um...

She pushed the door open. The area was'nt that small, maybe the size of a bedroom. A little less than half of it was empty -- just dirt, but the other half...

There were mounds of dirt, each with a small portrait, fresh slowers, and incense. at the head. Daisuke, Madoka, Lynn... you get the idea. The freshest flowers and still-lit incesne seemed to be Eirik's and Kitsune's, though.

Um y-yeah... This is it...

[despairingmaid]

Ryoto stared at Ayami for a moment, his hurt, empty eyes as he approached her...He reached out and squeezed her hand. "...I'm sorry. I know what it has to feel like. You're not alone." He said, looking at the jersey Eirik had left her.

If Ayami had ever looked worse — well„ she hadn’t.

She was crying. Sobbing. Shaking. 

When Ryoto reached for her hand, she instinctively just threw her arms around him and hugged.

Why did he— How could he- He- I- it isn’t far, Ryoto-sama, it isn’t— It isn’t—

She was just a mess. A pure, broken hearted mess.

[despairingmaid]

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"…."

Ryoto had heard that part…Not this time? What the hell was she talking about? But..questioning it wasn’t his place right now. Still, he put the letter away in his cape, stretching.

"Would you know any way to start doing that? The clues weren’t…the most helpful thing. I mean, How can someone that…Like /that/, be the one?"

[despairingmaid]

She looks to him and thinks.

A-Ah, Aiko-chan r-really put in the hints? I thought she’d never budge…

O-Out of curiousity, R-Ryoto-sama… w-who do you think it is?

I m-mean, y-you don’t have to tell me, b-but um… I have my o-own theories, b-but…

I’m not very s-smart…

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"It’s an impossible option, Ayami but assuming all things are true, and that I’m not misinterpreting the information…." Ryoto looked at her a little gravely as the words that cannot be true but must entered the air. "I believe that one behind this all…is Lynn Dahscavina."

[despairingmaid]

She looked very surpisd and taken aback.

Y-You think it's Lynn-sama?! But, s-she's dead! Kanon-sama killed her!

You saw it happen, Ryoto-sama!

She looks back down to the floor.

I mean, I b-buried her, like I always do...

[despairingmaid]

Ryoto stared at Ayami for a moment, his hurt, empty eyes as he approached her...He reached out and squeezed her hand. "...I'm sorry. I know what it has to feel like. You're not alone." He said, looking at the jersey Eirik had left her.

If Ayami had ever looked worse — well„ she hadn’t.

She was crying. Sobbing. Shaking. 

When Ryoto reached for her hand, she instinctively just threw her arms around him and hugged.

Why did he— How could he- He- I- it isn’t far, Ryoto-sama, it isn’t— It isn’t—

She was just a mess. A pure, broken hearted mess.

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[despairingmaid]

She looks to the floor, holding back tears once again.

Y_yes, I… I did… and..

She shakes her head. Her voice dropped to a whisper.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, n-not this time, I…

She looks back up at him, a mix of sadness and anger in her face. She nods.

O-Of course, Ryoto-sama. We can… find whoever did this together… y-yes, t…together…

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"…."

Ryoto had heard that part…Not this time? What the hell was she talking about? But..questioning it wasn’t his place right now. Still, he put the letter away in his cape, stretching.

"Would you know any way to start doing that? The clues weren’t…the most helpful thing. I mean, How can someone that…Like /that/, be the one?"

[despairingmaid]

She looks to him and thinks.

A-Ah, Aiko-chan r-really put in the hints? I thought she'd never budge...

O-Out of curiousity, R-Ryoto-sama... w-who do you think it is?

I m-mean, y-you don't have to tell me, b-but um... I have my o-own theories, b-but...

I'm not very s-smart...

[despairingmaid]

Ryoto stared at Ayami for a moment, his hurt, empty eyes as he approached her...He reached out and squeezed her hand. "...I'm sorry. I know what it has to feel like. You're not alone." He said, looking at the jersey Eirik had left her.

If Ayami had ever looked worse — well„ she hadn’t.

She was crying. Sobbing. Shaking. 

When Ryoto reached for her hand, she instinctively just threw her arms around him and hugged.

Why did he— How could he- He- I- it isn’t far, Ryoto-sama, it isn’t— It isn’t—

She was just a mess. A pure, broken hearted mess.

[zett-ocs-blog]

Ryoto hugged her, a soft sigh as he felt someone else’s warmth for the first time since the murder. A part of him was terrified, like poking a sore spot with a knife, but…He needed to open up again. He could felt the monster he was going to become if he didn’t feel kindness for anything.

"…If I had to guess..it was for his family, my dear. He didn’t do it out of cold blood, he wanted to see them more then anything. I..i know the pain. To lose someone you care about. Just..know that he’s in a better place."

[despairingmaid]

She pulled away from him and looked up.

Um… Excuse me for a moment.

She walks away and comes back a few minutes later holding a piece of paper and-

And Kitsune’s jacket.

I’m not supposed to… give things away but…

W-Well, her jacket I got from her body, o-of course…

But this letter, um, I found when I was cleaning up her room… And I… think you deserve it.

She hands him the note.

Dear Ryoto,

At least I hope this is who gets this. I’m writing this letter in case… well, in case I die. I know I might. I’m scared, but I need to make sure people know things.

I hope whoever killed me is dead. It sounds brutal. But if I was murdered, make sure they died a terrible death.

Anyways. Ryoto, if you’re reading this… I’m sorry. I left you; and I’m so sorry. I never wanted to. You gotta be brave though, okay? It’s going to be so hard, but you need to be brave for me. For everyone. For your mother, okay? Don’t lose hope, Ryoto. 

I love you. I love you very much. And I need you to do soemthing for me. When you get out of here, find my family. Find a girl named Haruhi Saito.

Tell her that I love her. Please. I’m begging you. Find my brothers; tell them everything, make sure they know I love them too, okay?

I’m sorry. I love you.

Kitsune

She then handed him the jacket as well.

I’m sorry, Ryoto-sama. I think she loved you more than you can imagine.

No, I… I know she did.

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Ryoto read over the note, a soft blush as he did…His misty eyes scanned the paper, hands shaking. A resolve began to fill his eyes now, a soft smile. "Ame…I will. I’ll fight for everyone here..For you. I only wish I could have met your family with your hand in mine. Told them what you meant to me. Thank you, Ayami…Maybe I was more to her then I could ever imagine, but I love her just the same. But…Did you feel similar for Eirik?" He said, looking at her now. "Then…you know, right? Who’s r-responsible…who I really should have b-been angry at…who i..who we need t-to destroy, Ayami.."

[despairingmaid]

She looks to the floor, holding back tears once again.

Y_yes, I... I did... and..

She shakes her head. Her voice dropped to a whisper.

This wasn't supposed to happen, n-not this time, I...

She looks back up at him, a mix of sadness and anger in her face. She nods.

O-Of course, Ryoto-sama. We can... find whoever did this together... y-yes, t...together...

[despairingmaid]

Ryoto stared at Ayami for a moment, his hurt, empty eyes as he approached her...He reached out and squeezed her hand. "...I'm sorry. I know what it has to feel like. You're not alone." He said, looking at the jersey Eirik had left her.

If Ayami had ever looked worse — well„ she hadn’t.

She was crying. Sobbing. Shaking. 

When Ryoto reached for her hand, she instinctively just threw her arms around him and hugged.

Why did he— How could he- He- I- it isn’t far, Ryoto-sama, it isn’t— It isn’t—

She was just a mess. A pure, broken hearted mess.

[zett-ocs-blog]

Ryoto hugged her, a soft sigh as he felt someone else’s warmth for the first time since the murder. A part of him was terrified, like poking a sore spot with a knife, but…He needed to open up again. He could felt the monster he was going to become if he didn’t feel kindness for anything.

"…If I had to guess..it was for his family, my dear. He didn’t do it out of cold blood, he wanted to see them more then anything. I..i know the pain. To lose someone you care about. Just..know that he’s in a better place."

[despairingmaid]

She pulled away from him and looked up.

Um… Excuse me for a moment.

She walks away and comes back a few minutes later holding a piece of paper and-

And Kitsune’s jacket.

I’m not supposed to… give things away but…

W-Well, her jacket I got from her body, o-of course…

But this letter, um, I found when I was cleaning up her room… And I… think you deserve it.

She hands him the note.

Dear Ryoto,

At least I hope this is who gets this. I’m writing this letter in case… well, in case I die. I know I might. I’m scared, but I need to make sure people know things.

I hope whoever killed me is dead. It sounds brutal. But if I was murdered, make sure they died a terrible death.

Anyways. Ryoto, if you’re reading this… I’m sorry. I left you; and I’m so sorry. I never wanted to. You gotta be brave though, okay? It’s going to be so hard, but you need to be brave for me. For everyone. For your mother, okay? Don’t lose hope, Ryoto. 

I love you. I love you very much. And I need you to do soemthing for me. When you get out of here, find my family. Find a girl named Haruhi Saito.

Tell her that I love her. Please. I’m begging you. Find my brothers; tell them everything, make sure they know I love them too, okay?

I’m sorry. I love you.

Kitsune

She then handed him the jacket as well.

I’m sorry, Ryoto-sama. I think she loved you more than you can imagine.

No, I… I know she did.

[despairingmaid]

Ryoto stared at Ayami for a moment, his hurt, empty eyes as he approached her...He reached out and squeezed her hand. "...I'm sorry. I know what it has to feel like. You're not alone." He said, looking at the jersey Eirik had left her.

If Ayami had ever looked worse -- well,, she hadn't.

She was crying. Sobbing. Shaking. 

When Ryoto reached for her hand, she instinctively just threw her arms around him and hugged.

Why did he-- How could he- He- I- it isn't far, Ryoto-sama, it isn't-- It isn't--

She was just a mess. A pure, broken hearted mess.

[despairingmaid]

So Ayami, how did you like that execution?

Really, anon? Come on now.

Not again... No, not again... This wasn't supposed to happen... Not this time...

She was sobbing.

[despairingmaid]

"Excuse me, um... hi! Sorry to bother you, but I, uh, found a couple wine glasses in the sink, and I was just wondering if you knew anything about why they were there?"

She looks flustered and blushes.

W..W-Win glasses? But — But I cleaned those and put them away! I-I’m sure of it…!!

[shslforgeries-deactivated201410]

"Well… they were clean, but they were definitely still in the sink. Do you remember about what time you put them away? And if it wasn’t you, do you know who might’ve left them there?"

[despairingmaid]

She shakes her head.

No, I;m s-sure I put it away!

To prove her point, she goes into the pantry and... brings out two clean wine glasses.

The o-ones in the sink aren't mine... I haven't even noticed them until now...

[despairingmaid]

"Excuse me, um... hi! Sorry to bother you, but I, uh, found a couple wine glasses in the sink, and I was just wondering if you knew anything about why they were there?"

She looks flustered and blushes.

W..W-Win glasses? But -- But I cleaned those and put them away! I-I'm sure of it...!!

[despairingmaid]

Someone rings for the maid. Gee, I wonder who it is.

She sits up before standing. She runs down the hall, through the kitchen, and up the stairs to the hallway containing the rooms.

U-Um, yes, who ringed for me? I-I’m here!

[despairingmaid]

She looked at the floor and shivered a bit.

I… I don’t know. I still have n-nightmars about it… It’s t-terribly too, because… I’m happy I g-got out of it, b-but… Two people died because of me…

[ishockeyxmvp]

Re-corking the bottle once he was finished pouring it, he set it aside in order to bring over both the wineglasses he had just poured.  

"It’s not your fault," Eirik stated plainly, carefully handing over the less full of the two wine glasses before raising his own to his lips.  He downed nearly half of the liquid with the first drink.  "After all, I doubt you volunteered to be tortured.  And, it really isn’t fair to anyone.  The people who cracked…they would have likely done it for some other reason, if you hadn’t been involved."

Carefully, Eirik then reached an arm around Ayami, letting his hand rest on her far shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.  ”I don’t think I ever got to thank you properly for that interview.  You were a pretty big part of solving the first case, after all…”

[despairingmaid]

She took the glass from him and sipped it gently.

She looked around nervously and leaned it carefully.

I'm not supposed to tell a-anyone but... I was... b-blackmailed to be here.. well.. my family was threatened.

She said it in a very, very light whisper to his ear before leaning back out. She continued talking, as if she hadn't said that.

I... Thank you, um... I just... w-wanted to help... Of course...

[despairingmaid]

Someone rings for the maid. Gee, I wonder who it is.

She sits up before standing. She runs down the hall, through the kitchen, and up the stairs to the hallway containing the rooms.

U-Um, yes, who ringed for me? I-I’m here!

[despairingmaid]

She stuttered on her words.

M-Me? U-U-Um, oh gosh, I don’t know, u-um… Ah, I-I’m sorry, I don’t usually. d-drink the wine, only deliver it, um…

H..H-Half a glass, please…

She tried her best to seem confident. After all, this boy was cute and stuff! Boys like confident girls, right? Fuck.

U-Um… s-so, um, E-Eirik-sama… how..a-are you…?

Oh my god you idiot. He’s trapped in a house with potential murderers, you think he’s doing good?

[ishockeyxmvp]

Eirik paused to clear his throat a bit when she asked how he was doing, pausing to consider his words.  ”…kinda regretting accepting the invitation to that dinner, honestly,” he replied, beginning to tilt the wine bottle downward over the second empty glass.  The first was already poured, roughly three quarters full.  ”How about you?  Are you… are you okay after what happened?”

[despairingmaid]

She looked at the floor and shivered a bit.

I... I don't know. I still have n-nightmars about it... It's t-terribly too, because... I'm happy I g-got out of it, b-but... Two people died because of me...

[despairingmaid]

Someone rings for the maid. Gee, I wonder who it is.

She sits up before standing. She runs down the hall, through the kitchen, and up the stairs to the hallway containing the rooms.

U-Um, yes, who ringed for me? I-I’m here!

[despairingmaid]

She blushed hard.

Y-You want me to… s-sit with you?? A-Ah, um, o-okay…

She sat down awkwardly, placing the tray on the bed. She sat hunched over, trying not to look at Eirik in fear of embarrassing herself.

U-Um, if I may ask, w-who is other glass for…? Are you having somebody over? S-Should I get anything else..?

She was fidgeting. Cute.

[ishockeyxmvp]

"No, you’re fine," Eirik muttered, standing up in order to retrieve the wine bottle from his bedside table.  Taking care, he placed the tray on a more secure surface and went to work uncorking the bottle, using a tool he had retrieved from the ballroom when he stole the wine.  

"How much you want?"  By the time he had asked the question, he had already begun pouring a glass for himself.

[despairingmaid]

She stuttered on her words.

M-Me? U-U-Um, oh gosh, I don't know, u-um... Ah, I-I'm sorry, I don't usually. d-drink the wine, only deliver it, um...

H..H-Half a glass, please...

She tried her best to seem confident. After all, this boy was cute and stuff! Boys like confident girls, right? Fuck.

U-Um... s-so, um, E-Eirik-sama... how..a-are you...?

Oh my god you idiot. He's trapped in a house with potential murderers, you think he's doing good?