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[ghosthunthq]

by Furiouskittenn/ @furiouskitten

Completed. 3959 words

Lin takes a wrong turn and somehow our favourite ghost hunters end up spending the night in the mountains.

A very funny (and adorable) story featuring an oblivious Mai, a bashful Naru and a very sarcastic and fed up Lin. An excellent balance between dry humor and fluffiness. A good read for a good laugh and some fluffy moments.

Review by @frenchcirce

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furiouskitten replied to your post:I don’t often see pictures of Rick Porcello...

This post made me remember that I had a dream about the Cardinals playing the Red Sox and dream me immediately thought “Oh hey I bet they’re watching too” or something basically dream me thought of you

Hahah! I’m so flattered, really. I’m glad people think of me when they think of the Red Sox. My proudest obsession lmao. I can’t wait til I can watch more than one game a week, though.

*whispers* 22 days.

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furiouskitten replied to your post:minticetea replied to your post:It’s storming and...

It’s been storming all day here (and the power has flickered more than once). You’re in my thoughts!

Thank you <3 

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PRIDE, NARCISSISM AND PREJUDICE- CHAPER 11

Created by @frenchcirce

Created for @furiouskitten

Prompt: a Regency AU featuring our favorite characters Mai and Naru. Love, drama and some humor au rendez-vous!

PRIDE, NARCISSISM AND PREJUDICE- CHAPTER 11

After that fateful dance, the rest of the evening had seemed rather bland to Mai. She had an incredible amount of invitations, apparently having been chosen by the handsome but asocial Shibuya had increased her appeal to the other sex greatly. So she participated in every dance, but with forced enthusiasm and her eyes always straying from her partners to find the lean frame of Naru across the room. Sometimes she had found him socializing, sometimes he had been looking at her with his mesmerizing blue gaze. Because of him, it had become difficult to hold a proper conversation without looking impolitely distracted. But she noticed with guilty satisfaction that he hadn’t asked anyone else for a dance.

Finally, exhausted and her feet hurting slightly, she decided to sit out for the next sets. She spotted Masako moving with grace in pair with a scrawny gentleman in the middle of the set, and Ayako fanning herself with flair, leaning slightly against a wall. Mai aimed for her auburn-haired friend in relief: she was glad to find some feminine company for the rest of the ball.

“Oh, Mai, are you done with the dancing already?”

“Yes, I am! My feet are killing me.”

"I am exhausted myself,”replied Ayako punctuated with vigorous fanning. “Why not going out for some fresh air? We could talk about that interesting moment with that Shibuya…”

Mai cringed at the idea of being questioned too thoroughly by her inquisitive friend, but the sight of a gentleman approaching her helped her make her mind. She acquiesced hastily and left the room without a second thought.

"What a nice idea! Mai exclaimed once outdoors. “The illumination make the gardens look like they belong to a fairy tale.”

"Mother’s idea. The effect is nice indeed.”

"I concur.”

"Sooo, pray tell how you managed to have a dance with the elusive Shibuya?” asked Ayako with a quirked eyebrow. “And more importantly, how did you make him look like he enjoyed it?”

"Mere coincidence,” responded Mai with a voice far too high to be natural. “Your father almost forced him to dance with me, he just made the best of his situation I guess.”

Ayako stopped in her tracks and turned to her friend, sporting a very incredulous air.

"That cannot be. Shibuya flat out refused Fanny Price when her father tried to set him up with her, and he did not appear to have any remorse offending them. I highly doubt he would have agreed to dance with you because of social duty alone.”

"Maybe he felt compelled because of his respect towards Yasuhara? His friend is most probably interested in Masako, who is in turn very close to me. He may have wanted to avoid unnecessary resentment between us.”

"Somehow, I do not believe he is one to act in such a delicate way. Are you sure he is not interested in you?”

"Heavens forbid!” spluttered a very red-faced and flustered Mai.

“I wonder…”

"I feel thirsty all of a sudden. Why don’t we go back inside?”

"Nice try, Mai, but I certainly will not let you escape the matter with such a lame excuse! I am going back to fetch you a glass of whatever I will find, and after that you had better tell me what is happening between that Shibuya and you. And do not even think of leaving while I am gone,” she added threateningly.

Mai sighed and nodded, defeated. Ayako was a force to be reckoned with, as she was extremely nosy and single-minded when something caught her interest. But she was above all a very good friend, and the brown-haired girl decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to confide in her about her feelings or the mysteries surrounding Naru. If sometimes harsh, her older friend was knowledgeable and never short of good advice.

Ayako soon disappeared in the house, and Mai wandered around to kill time. Her feet were sore, so when she took notice of some big stones laying a bit further, she didn’t hesitate and aimed for them with the hope to relieve her dolorous appendices from her weight. She was about to sit and pray that she didn’t stain her dress when she heard a well-known low-pitched voice.

"Miss Mai. Fancy meeting you here.”

"Mi…mister Nar…uh Shibuya. What a coincidence.”

Mai couldn’t believe her luck, or lack of. She was alone, at night, under a starry sky in a garden vividly illuminated by candles. With Naru, of all people! It was a highly compromising situation she should have avoided at all cost… Wait a minute, what was she thinking? It was perfect occasion to talk to him about Masako, and the romantic aspect of the whole thing was somehow endearing. She threw caution to the wind: It was now or never. Mai opened her mouth to start questioning the secretive gentleman, but the words died in her throat.

He was standing under a hanging lantern, and the fickle candle light was casting soft shadows on his chiseled features while making his eyes sparkle. His pale skin seemed to glow, contrasted by his dark and elegant clothes, and his black hair was delicately shining. He looked nothing less than gorgeous, and Mai had to remind herself how to speak. She uttered the first thing that came to her mind.

"Beautiful…” she breathed, and then realized in horror that she had spoken out loud.

"I beg your pardon?”

"I mean…the starry sky is beautiful, is it not?” spluttered Mai, hoping beyond hope that he hadn’t heard her the first time.

"It is indeed.”

Naru was coming closer, and the air seemed leave Mai’s lungs. All the questions she had planned to ask him, all the things she wanted to confront him about, everything was forgotten when he captured her gaze with his. She could only stare at him, her breath short and shallow while he was advancing on her.

"The stars are beautiful, but I know of something which is even more fascinating,” he anything but purred.

He was very close now, so close that she could feel warmth radiating from his body. She emitted a strangled sound of surprise and tried desperately to form any coherent thought.

"What is it?” she finally managed, breathless.

"Quartz,” he murmured in her ear as he stepped behind her and started rummaging under one of the biggest rocks.

"Qu..quartz?”

She looked at him owlishly, utterly confused and, dare she say, totally disappointed. What was she expecting, a confession? But…quartz? What was he even talking about?

Naru turned around and handled her a small, earth-soiled purplish rectangular stone. Mai leveled her interrogative gaze to his, and he smirked in response.

"Is it not a most splendid specimen of amethystic quartz?”

"Amethystic quartz?” Mai could only reply dumbly, befuddled.

“Otherwise called amethyst. I saw it reflect the light earlier,” he explained. “It is quite rare to find one in the area, especially about this size. I will let you admire how the long prism faces always join at a perfect 60° angle.” 

She gaped at him, the very image of incredulity and indignation. Quartz? He had played with her. He was laughing at her expense. He made all that flirting on purpose to spite her. She was seething with anger, and frustration. She had promised herself not to be fooled by him and his damned charming manners and handsomeness, and she had failed miserably. He had played with her and her feelings, and had dared mocking her openly. In a righteous bout of rage she decided that any love she may have felt toward that man was pure physical attraction and wasn’t worth it.

"What are you, an idiot scientist?” she almost yelled, losing her composure.

"That may be an accurate description of me,” he responded calmly, though looking slightly taken aback.

"How dare you…”

Mai shook her head in disbelief, disappointment and hurt now replacing resentment.

"I knew you were not to be trusted. I guess that smile was another scheme of yours.”

"Shall I ask you what exactly I have done to offend you?” asked the gentleman with narrowed eyes and a stiff expression.

"Do you really think your behavior was that of a gentleman?” she seethed through clenched teeth. “I do not.”

"Offering you an amethyst is nothing I should feel ashamed about.”

"Approaching me like that, alone, in the darkness of a garden, is appropriate then? You cannot be serious! And mocking me…”

"Miss Mai, this is not…”

Shibuya was starting to look rather irate himself, but as he was trying to object he found himself interrupted by Ayako, who was standing eyes wide and mouth agape, a few feet from them.

"Mister Shibuya, Mai? What are you doing here?”

AN: Aaand I’ll stop there, I almost pulled an all-nighter to complete this one in time. Furiouskitten required a starry night scene with Naru acting humorously like his narcissistic self: check! The pretty amethyst was meant as a bonus :)

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PRIDE, NARCISSISM AND PREJUDICE- CHAPTER 10/?

Created by @frenchcirce 

Created for @furiouskitten 

Prompt: a Regency AU featuring our favorite characters Mai and Naru. Love, drama and some humor au rendez-vous!

PRIDE, NARCISSISM AND PREJUDICE- CHAPTER 10

Mai clumsily get out of the carriage, almost missing the step because she was too busy looking around in awe. The Matsuzakis had outdone themselves in preparing their estate for the ball: lanterns were scattered everywhere in the gardens, along the walking paths or hanging from trees, creating an enchanting scenery basked in the gentle candle light. The opened front door of their immense house was revealing a heavily flower-decorated hall, illuminated with a large chandelier.

While she was gushing with Masako about the beauty of the sight and the promises of amusement awaiting them beyond the door, she heard Lady Hara snort at the sight in annoyance. 

The older lady had been very pleased by the turn of events so far: her daughter had spent a considerable amount of time at Netherfield, successfully attaching the Yasuhara gentleman to herself. Her plan had been a success, the man being obviously smitten enough to visit them the following day of her coming back home under the pretense of checking on her condition. Mai knew the lady was in an unusual good mood when she graciously offered both her and Masako to purchase brand new dresses for the ball. Needless to say Mai accepted immediately, aware that her foster mother would change her mind the next day if anything bothersome were to happen and corrupt her generous disposition.

So, there were the two sisters, wearing the most flattering outfits in their possession and some discreet jewelry, admiring the display of wealth and good taste the Matsuzakis were offering. Lord Hara, true to himself, was patiently bearing with his wife’s antics, the woman being blatantly resentful of the superiority of the other family. The Haras were of a more ancient descent, but the relatively fresh ennoblement of the Matsuzakis was due to their economic success, and the Lady knew perfectly well that she couldn’t compare on that particular point.

The family finally entered the house, beginning to salute their acquaintances on their way. Mai and Masako were rapidly freed from the social duties, and eagerly joined the dining room where the music was playing. They were almost immediately spotted by Ayako, who made her way through the crowd to salute her friends.

“Mai, Masako!” exclaimed Ayako, her auburn hair shining under a silver ribbon. “I am so glad you came!”

“We certainly would not want to miss it!” smiled Mai happily. “Everything seems so wonderfully set up! And I cannot wait to dance…”

"So do I, my two next sets are already reserved,” boasted her friend. 

Realizing that Masako had stayed uncharacteristically silent, the two girls stopped their chatter and shared amused and understanding glances. Their friend was not so discreetly scanning the crowd in search of what they assumed was Yasuhara’s face.

"He has not arrived yet, my dear, teased Ayako. My, my, such impatience coming from you, shall I assume that the man has won your heart?”

"He most certainly has,” confirmed Mai in the same manner, nudging her sister playfully.

Masako blushed slightly, embarrassed about her blatant lack of self-composure. She swiftly hid her flustered face behind a glass of wine, and responded a bit haughtily that she was merely admiring the dancers. Ayako and Mai giggled and suggestively raised their perfectly-shaped eyebrows to emphasize how doubtful they were.

"Of course, of course, snickered the older woman. Ah, there he comes! And he is not alone, his sister and the two other gentlemen are here, too.”

"I shall greet miss Madoka,” replied Masako, insisting on the woman’s name pointedly while glaring at her auburn-haired friend.

"Oh, they are coming our way!”

The two young ladies thankfully didn’t register Mai stiffen at the mention of the two gentlemen, or her tensed back and shoulders,since they were too absorbed bickering. The cinnamon-eyed girl was desperately trying to look cool and unaffected, steeling her resolve. She wouldn’t let herself be attracted to that horrible Shibuya anymore. Her sole goal was to discover what secret he was holding above Masako’s head. Yes, Naru was handsome, and rich, and smart, but he was also infuriating and secretive, and she was determined to avoid being fooled by him. It strangely escaped her that she was still using the familiar nickname to refer to the man.

"What a lovely sight!” exclaimed Yasuhara after bowing to each lady respectfully in unison with his male friends. “Three of the most charming ladies I know, brightening my evening by their mere presence!”

"You flatter us, sir,” responded Ayako, obviously pleased. “Masako is particularly stunning tonight, is she not?” she added cunningly.

Said dark-haired girl blushed fiercely and hissed an outraged "Ayako!” that her friend superbly ignored.

"I could not agree more,” said Yasuhara with a boyish grin. “But you all look enchanting!”

"You are too kind, sir,” hastily intervened Mai to cover her sister’s embarrassment.

"Not at all,” replied the gentleman. “I am most sincere. I would be delighted to dance with such charming partners at my arm. If I recall correctly, you promised me one of yours,” he bowed to Masako.

"Indeed, I will gladly fulfill my promise,” she smiled in return.

"You make me the happiest man then!”

The couple left, followed soon after by Ayako and her escort and, surprisingly enough, Madoka and Lin. The tall man seemed to only enjoy her company, and didn’t suffer any other partner. To Mai’s utter dismay, she was left alone with the very person she was willing to avoid. She tried to ignore him the best she could without being blatantly rude, when thankfully Lord Matsuzaki came to her rescue and engaged a conversation with them.

After the usual inane remarks about how charming the evening was, to which Shibuya reluctantly replied, the older gentleman sighed.

"Ah, youth! It is really refreshing to look at these youngsters enjoying such events. Dancing is certainly the most prized form of entertainment among refined people, is it not?”

"Savages also dance,” stated Naru haughtily, his blue orbs never leaving Mai’s face, to her embarrassment.

"Well, hum…that is true,” responded Lord Matsuzaki, a bit baffled. “But they do not have the exquisite partners we have to offer. Miss Taniyama is well known for loving to dance, and doing it skillfully. I am sure you would not deny such a lovely lady that pleasure.”

Mai stared at the old gentleman in horror. Had he just forced Shibuya to ask her for a dance? That couldn’t be! What would Naru think of her, this was mortifying! She tried to voice her disagreement, but to no avail. She could only splutter some unintelligible sounds before she witnessed in a panic the dark-haired man bow stiffly before her.

"Of course not. Miss Mai, would you do me the pleasure of this dance?”

"Ye…yes,” she squeaked.

She was trapped. Refusing was out of the question, it would have been utterly rude, but the reluctance with which she gave him her hand was almost palpable.

"I can assure you,” she said in a hushed tone, “that I was not in search for a partner.”

"I figured as much. Your displeasure is positively fragrant.”

"So is yours,” grumbled Mai angrily. “You could have excused yourself if dancing with me was so unpalatable.”

"It is not,” simply answered Shibuya, an unreadable expression crossing his features.

And there they were, arguing again, Mai realized. This man really brought out the worst in her. She had to stay collected, and not fall prey to his caustic remarks and his gorgeous blue eyes again…

She took her place among the dancers, standing opposite to Naru, and had to take a deep breath to steady herself. The others participants were staring at them in astonishment, for the gentleman hadn’t danced a single set at the previous ball, and Mai heard some whispered comments among the dancers. Some unsavory rumors were bound to circulate at her expense now, and the intense gaze of Naru on her wasn’t doing anything to deny any imaginary inclination. 

They stood for some time without speaking a word, before she figured it would seem suspicious to remain absolutely silent. She settled for some light conversation.

"Do you not enjoy the activity, sir?”

"Generally not. But I find this does not apply when dancing with you.”

Mai nearly missed her step in shock. Had he just complemented her? Naru? She felt light-headed for a moment before she regained some sort of composure.

"You are undoubtedly skilled. It is a shame you did not let any lady benefit from it.”

"I am, right now,” he remarked. “And I was not introduced to any other lady than Madoka at the last ball.”

"Is that so? I am certain I heard you were introduced to many ones, but probably did deem them too ordinary for your tastes.”

"That may be true,” he shrugged. “Are you always keen on conversing during dancing?”

"I am afraid we ought to do so, sir.”

"You misunderstood me once again. I was certainly not implying it was disagreeable. I enjoy speaking with you,” he said in a tone that was much too seductive.

"Are you?” asked Mai, suddenly breathless, as she followed the steps mechanically.

"My words are an exact reflection of my mind.”

"Your words, maybe.”

"Are you doubting me?” he asked, a look of surprise and offense casting a shadow on his handsome face.

"Not your words, Naru. Just your smile,” Mai whispered.

The gentleman’s eyes widen in shock, and he appeared fairly appalled for a moment, before composing once again a neutral expression. He closed his eyelids, breaking the spell his blue orbs had put Mai under. When he opened them again, she wished he hadn’t done so. His gaze was full of swirling emotions that she couldn’t identify, and she felt enraptured by the sudden warmth she saw in it. Her resolve of not succumbing to his charm was reduced to naught when she felt the grip he had on her hand tighten, sending electricity down her spine.

"I understand now,” his low voice murmured. “But let me tell you that this one is genuine.”

And then, without warning, Naru smiled at her. A small, timid upturn of his perfect lips, that disappeared in a matter of seconds but left Mai speechless and feverish. The world seemed to melt around her at the sight, all she could see was his smiling face, all she could hear was blood pounding loudly in her ears, all she could feel was the warmth of his hand on hers.

Apparently the music came to an end because they stopped moving, but Mai couldn’t determine if it was the real reason of their immobility. However, she regained her senses abruptly when he released her hand and bowed, and she hastily mirrored the gesture. It is finally over, she thought sourly, and this time she didn’t fight the disappointment of feeling cold air replace his warmth on her hand.

It was too late for fighting, she was already in love.

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PRIDE, NARCISSISM AND PREJUDICE- CHAPTER 9/?

Created by @frenchcirce

Created for @furiouskitten

PRIDE, NARCISSISM AND PREJUDICE- CHAPTER 9

Prompt: a Regency AU featuring our favorite characters Mai and Naru. Love, drama and some humor au rendez-vous!

PRIDE, NARCISSISM AND PREJUDICE- CHAPTER 9

The next day morning Mai and Masako entered the dining room, surprised to find only Yasuhara and Madoka sitting at the breakfast table. The former literally jumped off his seat to welcome his guests, showering Masako with delicate attentions and constant inquiries about her well-being. The rosy hue coloring her friend’s features brought a smile to Mai’s face. At least something good came out of their stay at Netherfield: she got to confirm that Yasuhara was interested in Masako, and vice versa.

As she settled on her seat with a full plate of food, Mai greeted Madoka and asked her about the absence of the two other gentlemen.

“They were called this morning about an urgent matter, they had to leave immediately unfortunately. But they will certainly be back for the ball at the Matsuzakis.”

"I hope they did not receive any bad news,” said Mai sincerely.

"I do not think it was,” smiled Madoka back. “Miss Masako, how do you feel this morning?”

"Totally fine, thank you for your concern. I can say confidently that I have totally recovered.”

"What wonderful news! You had us worried, my dear.”

"I am very sorry to have imposed on you…” began the dark-haired girl.  

"What are you saying!” protested Yasuhara indignantly. “It is our pleasure to have you here. Is it not, Madoka?”

"Of course, dear brother! If anything, I am the one feeling sorry for making you come and fall ill, miss Hara. The least we could do was make your stay as pleasant as possible.”

"Oh, but you did. I could not have found more attentive hosts! Nevertheless, I am afraid Mai and I have overextended our stay. Now that my condition allows it, I think it is time to ride back home.”

"Are you sure?” asked the gentleman, visibly disappointed with the sudden prospective of saying goodbye to such lovely company. “I can assure you there is no urgency…”

"My mother is most probably missing me, and Mai. She certainly eagerly awaits us.”

"Of course,” sighed the man. “Shall I send word to your house, then? Our carriage is currently out, you could wait tomorrow so that we send you back.”

"That would be very nice of you sir. And I am sure father will send his own carriage to drive us back today.”

"As you wish, miss Hara,” bowed Yasuhara before leaving the table to give his staff the corresponding instructions.

Mai, who had stayed silent during the whole conversation, frowned slightly at Masako. The insistence of the dark-haired girl on leaving Netherfield was on the verge of rudeness, and that type of behavior wasn’t usual at all.

"Masako? Why are we in such a haste to go back?” whispered Mai to her sister conspiratorially. “We could have waited another day, if only to please our hosts.”

"I simply did not want to abuse their hospitality…”

"But Yasuhara seemed so disappointed!” she interrupted in a hushed tone. “I guess he really wanted to spend some time with you!”

A flicker of remorse and pain flashed in Masako’s eyes, before she sighed and composed her serene expression once again.

“Do I have to remind you whose foolish behaviour led us to stay for so long? I feel ashamed enough as it is. Besides, we will be able to enjoy Yasuhara’s company during the next ball. It certainly is not the last time we will have the pleasure of seeing him.”

Mai shifted uncomfortably in her seat, remembering that she had forgotten to warn her friend about the temporary quality of Yasuhara’s stay at Netherfield. She hoped with all her heart that whatever had brought the gentleman and his crew in the county would stay unresolved at least until the ball. And before that, she would have to breach the subject with Masako, so that she could make her affections clear, or guard her heart to face their potential departure.

"I hope so,” she mumbled. “But still, I wonder why you are so adamant on leaving.”

"I am the one surprised here. Since when are you so keen on staying? I thought you would be delighted to avoid seeing Lin and Shibuya tomorrow.”

That statement startled the cinnamon-eyed girl, for two very distinct reasons. 

The first one was that she now understood the reason behind Masako’s insistence of leaving: she simply wanted to escape the two broody gentlemen…Was she that wary of them? Mai had to admit they weren’t the most agreeable persons, but they weren’t awful either. What on earth was her friend afraid about?

The second one was that she was surprised at herself wanting to wait for the gentlemen’s return. Her friend was right, since when has she grown comfortable with the two? She used to despise their attitude and arrogance, but since her dream she couldn’t ignore the little flutters her stomach made when she got caught in those entrancing blue eyes…

Mai shook her head vigorously, determined to put an end to her foolish inclination for the man. He was a horrible narcissist who would without doubt make her feel miserable. She had to clear her mind from any Naru-related thoughts. Madoka’s light voice thankfully interrupted her musings.

“You see me very sorry to hear you are leaving so soon. I sincerely hope that I will have the pleasure of your company at the Matsuzakis this week.”

"You certainly will. Mai and I are impatient to go.”

"Wonderful!” claimed Yasuhara loudly as he reentered the room theatrically. “Shall I reserve one of your dances, my dear ladies?”

"With pleasure, sir,” responded both of the girls with slight bows of their heads.

Mai was amused to see Masako’s complexion turn to a much healthier shade of pink, and her polite smile widen into something more heartfelt. It felt nice to see someone able to elicit such reactions from the shy and composed girl. Yasuhara would be a perfect match for her, she was sure of it.

"I have sent word to your parents, as you requested. Since we will be soon deprived from your ever charming company, I suggest we do not waste a second of our precious time together. Miss Masako, maybe you would want some fresh air? What about a short walk in the gardens? I would be very happy to provide you assistance if necessary.”

Yasuhara was looking at the dark-haired girl with a blinding grin and imploring eyes that Mai knew she couldn’t resist against. Her foster sister had a tender heart beneath her cool exterior, and confirmed so as she smiled sweetly in return, accepting the gentleman’s arm for a walk.

Mai and Madoka followed a few feet behind, delicately leaving the unofficial couple some privacy. It relieved the young orphan greatly that Madoka didn’t seem opposed to a potential relationship between her brother and Masako. At least there still was hope for her friend. And for herself, she was determined to fight any inclination for a certain blue-eyed narcissist.

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PRIDE, NARCISSISM AND PREJUDICE- CHAPTER 8/?

Created by @frenchcirce

Created for @furiouskitten

Prompt: a Regency AU featuring our favorite characters Mai and Naru. Love, drama and some humor au rendez-vous!

PRIDE, NARCISSISM AND PREJUDICE- CHAPTER 8

Mai found a simple solution to her most pressing problem, avoiding the prying eyes of the too observant Naru. She simply stayed with Masako, distracting the poor girl from her rather miserable condition. Dr Lambert came and voiced his satisfaction at the patient’s rapid recovery, seeing that the fever had almost completely subsided. However, Masako was still extremely tired, and didn’t feel strong enough to appear at her hosts’ table. So her foster sister was more than happy to seek refuge in the privacy of her room to provide her company and care.

Nonetheless, after a pleasant morning reading aloud and sharing light jokes with her friend, Mai felt it would be rude to stay away from the owners of Netherfield any longer. So, she reluctantly decided to join the rest of the party downstairs. After checking her cheeks were of the suitable color (that meant, nowhere near red) and steeling herself, she bravely stepped through the room where Madoka, Lin, Shibuya and Yasuhara were occupying themselves.

As soon as she entered she was swamped with the questions of the young master of the land who wanted desperately to ensure that his precious guest was faring better. If anything, Mai was grateful for the distraction since his constant inquiring made a decent job of diverting her thoughts from Shibuya and her -ahem- peculiar dream from the previous night. She answered patiently the flamboyant man and assured him that Masako had almost recovered and would be able to leave her bed very soon. The conversation finally died slowly and Yasuhara had to excuse himself to take care of estate matters, depriving Mai from a refuge to avoid Shibuya. She scanned the room hastily, spotting Madoka and Lin seemingly absorbed in a private chat over a letter Lin was writing at the desk. She couldn’t possibly bother them, so she opted for sitting on the sofa which was the farthest from the blue-eyed gentleman, who was engrossed in a book.

Mai grabbed a book herself and pretended to read to give herself countenance. But her efforts were short lived, since she felt her face growing warm when the particular man she was trying to avoid came to sit just beside her. She glued her eyes on the printed pages, incapable of reading a word under the close scrutiny of the gentleman. She could feel him watching her, and her squirming was beginning to betray her unease.

"That is an interesting choice for a read,” stated his dreaded velvety voice. “I had no idea you were so curious about the hellenic wars.”

So that was what the book was about? Since she hadn’t read a word of it, Mai had absolutely no idea of what the subject was. Hellenic wars were probably last on her list of interests, but she tried to brush it off cooly.

"Indeed, I got caught by all the insight this book provides on the matter,” she replied loftily, hoping beyond hope that he would let it at that.

"Maybe I can assist you on the comprehension of the passage you are stuck on?”

"What makes you think I need your help, sir?”

"You have not turned a page for the last ten minutes. Or should I assume you have the reading skills of a child?”

Mai refrained a very unladylike curse to pass her lips. Why hadn’t she thought of turning the pages? She really was a terrible pretender.

"Thank you for your kind offer sir, but I think I will stop reading for the time being. My eyes do feel a little tired.”

"You see me sorry to hear that.” 

Some moments passed in silence before the seductive voice of Shibuya rose again.

"Is miss Hara recovering correctly?”

"She is, thank you for your concern. She will probably be able to join us for breakfast tomorrow.”

"That is good to hear. I would love to converse with her.”

Was it her imagination, or was the gentleman’s tone slightly threatening? Mai narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"Is there something in particular you need to ask her? Maybe I can answer in her place.”

Naru seemed to ponder it a moment before he opted for flashing her a very fake smile. The young lady cringed slightly at the sight.

"You are mistaken miss Mai. I was simply eager to be better acquainted with such a charming neighbour.”

"Is that so? I was afraid you would deem us too ordinary for your tastes, sir.”

"Absolutely not. If anything, I find your company very entertaining.”

Mai huffed, certain he was laughing at her expense. That earned the attention of Lin and Madoka, who stopped their chatter to listen to their exchange.

"You see me glad to be of use, sir. Though I do not understand what pleasure a great mind such as yours could find in conversing with such an foolish person as me,” she seethed with fake modesty.

"You could be surprised,” he smirked, visibly amused. “Pray tell, miss Taniyama, is miss Hara as witty as you are?”

"Masako is a very refined lady even you couldn’t find fault in.”

"How come you have not inherited such a trait?” teased the gentleman.

"Masako and I are not blood related, sir.”

"Are you not?” intervened Madoka from her corner of the room. “I thought you were cousins, considering you live with the Haras.”

"No, Lord Hara is my godfather,” he was a close friend of my late father’s. “When my parents passed away a few years ago he welcomed me under his roof. And though Masako and I do not possess any blood bond, we are as close as sisters.”

"Oh my dear, I am so sorry to hear you have such a tragic story,” whispered Madoka with misty eyes.

Mai squirmed a little under the attention. She didn’t particularly like being a subject of pity, and in all honesty, she thought herself lucky to have had the Haras watching over her. Her fate could have been far much worse.

"Please forget it. I have nothing to complain about. I can assure you my situation is perfectly fine as it is.”

Shibuya said nothing, but she saw an odd look of comprehension and recognition across his pretty face. He wiped it soon enough, schooling his features in his usual expressionless mask.  

"Miss Mai, did you happen…Have you by chance…recently met someone with the same predicament?”

"Do you mean, another orphan? No, I thought I was the only one in the vicinity. May I ask why?” enquired Mai genuinely surprised. 

Unexpectedly, it was the tenor voice of Lin who answered, strangely devoid of its usual harshness and annoyance.

"One of our… good friends had met the same fate as yours, miss Taniyama. We are currently in search for him, and we heard he was seen recently in the county. We thought that maybe…”

"Lin!” interrupted Naru warningly, obviously displeased by the disclosure of information.

"Naru, do not tell me what to do,” threatened Lin. “You know I am here because Luella requested it, she is the only one I will listen to on that matter.”

Mai blinked owlishly. Was Lin calling Shibuya Naru? And that Luella he was referring to, was it Lady Luella Davis? The young woman recalled Lord Hara mentioning Lin was her nephew. Who exactly were they searching after? If the Duchess Davis was involved…

"Gentlemen, please,” placated Madoka. You are bothering our guest with something she shouldn’t concern herself about. I would like to speak about more pleasant subjects.

The men glared at each other, but complied to Madoka’s wish nonetheless and started an inane conversation about the latest trend in poetry. Mai excused herself as soon as she could, under the pretext of checking on Masako, while all she wanted was the opportunity to calm her frantic mind.

The cinnamon-eyed girl retreated hastily to the quietness of her room, her brain reeling. She had to process all the events that had happened. The clues she had collected so far told her that something rather tragic had happened to Naru, Lin, or both. Apparently Yasuhara came to help as a friend, and the thing they were supposed to take care of was located in the county. Was it related to the mysterious orphaned acquaintance they mentioned earlier? Was it related to Lady Davis?And why had Masako reacted so strangely when she had seen Naru? Why was he so adamant about speaking with her?

Mai groaned loudly, her head now pounding with unanswered questions. Something wasn’t right under this roof, but she was growing wary of all these mysteries. After all, she wasn’t sure that getting the bottom of it would do her any good. 

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PRIDE, NARCISSISM AND PREJUDICE- CHAPTER 7/?

Created by @frenchcirce

Created for @furiouskitten

Prompt: a Regency AU featuring our favorite characters Mai and Naru. Love, drama and some humor au rendez-vous!

PRIDE, NARCISSISM AND PREJUDICE- CHAPTER 7

Mai woke up to the sound of birds chirping gaily, and, eyes still closed in a daze, stretched lazily her numbed limbs. The mornings were still chilly in that season, and she found immense pleasure in nuzzling her fluffy pillow and snuggling under her soft and oh-so-warm quilt. 

Then she snapped her eyes open, suddenly remembering her weird dream from the previous night. She didn’t fight the flush that engulfed her features at the recollection of the content of said dream. Her night had been full of the narcissistic Shibuya, of all people! And what more, a nice-looking, smiling Naru!

Mai energetically shook her head in a futile attempt to empty it from the mysterious blue-eyed gentleman, and clutched her burning cheeks to cool them down. Why had her mind tricked her into thinking of him? Above all, why had her mind tricked her into imagining such a charming smile on his annoying, handsome and beautiful face? He had seem so sad and gentle and compassionate…

Stop your delusions Mai, it wasn’t him. 

She groaned in frustration. She had dreamt of the most infuriating gentleman she had ever met, her wild and sly imagination having pictured her in a romantic flowery field with him while she was only wearing her nightgown! She gasped in horror, and her blush intensified so much at the thought of her highly inappropriate state that she could feel actual warmth radiating from her face. Did that mean that she wished to be in such a compromising situation with Shibuya?

The young lady tried to calm her frantic mind and ponder the matter reasonably. She had to honestly admit that Naru was handsome. And probably very intelligent. And intriguing. And his eyes…

“No no no no no!” she whimpered aloud. “You are heading in the wrong direction Mai! He is infuriating and a narcissist and…”

…and his smile, although imaginary, is probably the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, she finished in her mind, sighing in defeat. And she couldn’t get the man out of her head, no matter how hard she tried. So, the evident conclusion of her inner debate was that she was probably harboring some romantic feelings for the most prideful and less empathic gentleman of the whole Empire. And she would have to deal with this little…complication. For now, she had one more urgent problem to solve: how was she supposed to face him at breakfast? 

Her musings were interrupted by a maid who entered her room, carefully cradling a linen-wrapped packet. 

"Good morning, miss, politely greeted the servant. We received some clothes for you from the Hara’s mansion. Shall I offer my help to get you dressed, miss?”

"Please,” nodded a flustered Mai, “that would be much appreciated.”

The maid immediately began to work, expertly helping the young lady to prepare and arrange her hair. The servant was a nice young girl with a round and open face, constantly split in two with a toothy smile. Mai decided on the spot she liked her, and started to befriend her.

"Oh, my hair looks lovely, you are really skilled…,” Mai complimented the young woman while flashing a blinding smile.

"Sally, miss,” proudly replied the maid, blushing at the praise.

"Thank you Sally, I will certainly try to ask Jenkins to do it at home! No wonder miss Madoka’s hair is alway so artfully arranged.”

"You are too kind, miss.”

That was a good start. Mai oriented the chatter on inane subjects, and once she felt the maid was at ease enough with her, tried to gather some information about the owners of Netherfield.

"Tell me, Sally, have you been at the Yasuhara’s service for long?”

"For two years now, miss.”

"Are you satisfied working here? It must have been very different in London, am I wrong?”

The maid brightened significantly at the mention of the capital. 

"It sure was more busy in London, miss. Miss Madoka’s evenings and dinners are well renowned, and so many fine people are pressing at her door! The master also gives balls and dinners…He loves such events, and I have heard he is a really skilled dancer.”

"That I can confirm,” nodded Mai, remembering his display of grace and elegance a few days prior. “In comparison you must find our way of life in the countryside rather dull.”

"But it is nice to enjoy the purer air here,” defended Sally sheepishly, not wanting to offend the local lady. “And things are less hectic that way.”

"You are right, we enjoy things at a more…leisurely pace here. Life is certainly most thrilling in the capital. The gentlemen of Netherfield must find our company boring, I fear.”

Sally stared at Mai in horror, and hastily denied the statement.

"Oh no miss, I can assure you they don’t! Mr Yasuhara is delighted to be here, and Mr Lin and Mr Da…Shibuya, she added with the slightest stutter, are naturally reserved. Please miss, don’t judge them too harshly. They are not always so somber,” she sighed, “but the poor gentlemen have been through so much since…”

The maid suddenly bit her lip and wrought her hands nervously, apparently afraid to have said too much. Maid took pity on her and acted as if she hadn’t caught wind of the clue about some private topic.

"I am relieved to hear they are acting as themselves,” she said innocently. “I feared we had offended them with our lousy manners. We cannot rival London’s finery.”

"Oh no miss, they aren’t that kind of people! They are very dignified, that’s for sure. But they are fair and kind with us and our master. You won’t hear anyone here speak badly of them!”

Mai smiled reassuringly to Sally, thanked her one more time for her handiwork on her hair and dismissed her gently. Her little chat with the maid had been fruitful: there definitely was some tragic mystery around Shibuya, and as far as she knew, Masako was aware of it. She was determined to discover what they were hiding from the world.