i cannot love you anymore -- [kenta]

[CHIHARU TAKASHIMA]

you're the only one i see, i am pleading like this
oh where are you looking at? i am just here beside you
now, i could not even say i love you

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today was the day that the halloween ball was to commence during the evening, the very event was the reason why chiharu had been roped into helping to decorate the great hall for the upcoming dance. needless to say, even thought there were several other slaves present in decorating the hall, it had been a lot of hard work and so incredibly busy at that too. it was chaotic really but the young woman kept her calm and concentrated on meeting the deadline to finish decorating the great all. it was a massive room, it wasn’t exactly easy to decorate you know especially when there was all those wooden chairs and tables in the way and such. while chiharu was perched high up a step ladder, her thoughts turned to her young master.

right about now was actually the time to wake him up but because she was sent to assist in decorating the great hall, it meant another slave had to go in her place to wake kenta up. he had probably been expecting for chiharu to wake him up but because it had been last minute, the young woman had no choice but to obey the orders of the head of the staff. naturally, being her young master’s slave after so long, she came to know his habits, and his moods so to speak. she cringed at the thought of kenta being angered after learning that it was not indeed chiharu but somebody else who dared to enter his bedroom without his permission. chiharu knew full well of his anger and how scary he could be from being told by other servants who served him in the past and were fired as a result. ouch.

plus, it probably didn’t help any if the servant who went in her place somehow managed to insult her young master and also the woman that shared his bed. chiharu silently prayed to kami-sama that kenta was actually alone in his bed this time -- because if he hadn’t been alone, that servant would have got an shock to the system. all she could hope was that her master’s mood lighten up some before the halloween ball during the day. the young woman had been busy the entire day that she hadn’t realised that the time went past so quick, it was almost as if only five minutes had gone past. had gone by. in the great hall, each table contained one of three different centrepieces, candelabras covered with cobwebs, statuaries with twig branches wrapped with wild ivy and spider webs.

or garden urns filled to the brim with overgrown ivy and twigs. the wooden tables themselves were transformed, they were covered with two tone purple and wine fabric with silver napkins. the slipcovers for the chairs were made of red velvet which appeared to have black crackled surface upon it. the large chandeliers featured flickering candle light, and the shades were hung with crystal beads and finished off with spider webs and fake spiders. the entryway was lined up with four ornate statuaries and the smoke and fog would continue to billow across the dance floor throughout the evening. various decorations included iron wrought gates, fake hedges, tombstones, statuaries, and all of the dinner tables were moved around so that they would surround the central dance floor.

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[KENTA AIWO ARAI]

Kenta was not in bed with a woman, but in fact two women. He lay bare, deep in sleep, snuggled between the both of them. His expression was one of content sleep, and he only shifted his body every hour or so. There was no way in telling when morning was near, for none of the chambers in the Atra court had any windows. The only way he knew it was time to get up was when he'd hear his door open and then would feel Chiharu's little body jump up on the bed.

He heared the sound of the door now, and it brought him half way out of sleep. But he waited for Chiharu's voice or her tickling fingers to do the rest of the job. The two women shifted around him but didn't wake, and he let out a content sigh. Kenta loved the feel of bare skin on bare skin. Wether it was the skn of women he was feeling, or men, it didn't matter. Kenta had an equal liking for both sexes.

"A-ahh...excuse me. Kenta...Sir...it is time to wa--"

That most definitely wasn't Chiharu! And the new servant girl sounded like she was about to cry or faint. Kenta's eyes shot open and he sat up to look at her, the sheets pooling onto his thights, revealing the bare skin of his chest and stomach, "Why are you here? Where is Chiharu?"

This was so unlike his personal servant, to have someone else wake him. Besides, he'd never given anyone else the right to come in here, his private chambers, this early in the morning. Chiharu was the only one he could tolerate waking him. Therefor this day was starting out as a bad one. His expression was sour as he waited for the girl to answer, and he ignore the two women in his bed as they stirred and slowly woke up due to the sound of his voice and the servant girl's.

"Aah well. The head servant sent her to decorate the ballroom, Sir. And he sent me to wake you...in her stead..."

Kenta could have snarled, like the animals the Argentum fae and some mortals believed the Atra to be. But in stead he tossed the sheets aside, revealing his skin and that of his bedmates'. The servant girl gasped and blushed furiously, her eyes slipping down and sticking to the floort at her feet. Kenta swung himself out of bed and went into the bathroom. He hadn't odered the girl to go, so he knew she would still be there when he got back out. Kenta brushed his teeth and took a quick shower. In what he would consider to be a record --had he been in a more positive mood-- Kenta emerged from the bathroom, a black towel wrapped about his waist. The two women were still in his bed, and at a look from him they got up and headed into the bathroom together. He turned to the servant girl, her eyes still having a staring match with the floor. He muttered under his breath and then went to a large dresser near the bed. Kenta pulled out a box, grabbed a piece of paper and quickly scribbled some words onto it before folding it and sticking it in the box.

The Atra went over to the servant and handed her the box, "Bring this to Chiharu now." With a quick nod of her head the girl took the box and then hurried out of the room. Kenta sprawled back onto the bed and sighed. Today was the ball, and his day hadn't started the way he'd wanted it to. He pressed his lips together, his mind lost in negative thoughts.

He was brought out of it however when the two women emerged from the bathroom, each wrapped in a black towel matching the one he himself was wearing. They went over to the bed, and with sultry giggled climbed up onto it, half on top of him. His face relaxed a little, and he gave them a little smirk. Maybe his morning wouldn't be such a negative one after all...

[CHIHARU TAKASHIMA]

you're the only one i see, i am pleading like this
oh where are you looking at? i am just here beside you
now, i could not even say i love you

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when chiharu finished decorating the great hall with the others, she felt a sense of achievement but she didn’t realise that the decorations were more or less from the mortal world. she just had been given the stuff and followed orders on where they had to go and such. by the way, those four foot candelabras weren’t great fun to lug about, they were absolutely heavy, when she had to carry them, she had to be extra careful not to lose her balance or break them somehow. but thankfully, decoration-wise, it was complete, all the great hall was missing was the food basically but that was being taken care of by the many kitchen staff who were working overtime to finish the food in time. a sigh of relief escaped from chiharu’s pale pink lips as she took one final look of the hall. yatta~

or so she thought -- it was at that precise time that a servant she recognised to be from the arai household, was it the same one who was to wake kenta up? she gave chiharu a small box which was wrapped up with a note attached to it. eh? what was this? needless to say, the young woman was understandably confused -- a frown appeared across her pale pink lips as her eyebrows furrowed slightly. perhaps the note would explain just what was this. it was soon opened up and it was revealed to be a note from her young master, stating that she was to wear this outfit and to wait for him at the halloween ball. eh? she was to attend the ball as well? the young woman mumbled softly underneath her breath as she opened the box up and her big brown eyes widened at the sight of the outfit. eh?!

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it wasn’t until later on when the halloween ball was more or less filling up with people dressed up in various array of costumes in many different colours that a small young woman was seen nervously shuffling through the crowd, sporting a rather lovely pink flush across her cheeks. it was, believe or not chiharu dressed in the costume that her young master had sent her. as a teddy bear -- yes you read right -- she was dressed like a teddy. kami-sama knows why kenta had sent her of all costumes, this one. chiharu was wearing a mini-dress which had a petticoat attached to it, a pair of gloves, ears on a headband which was on her head, all those were decked out in teddy bear fur. to complete the look, she was wearing a pink ribbon choker and a pink bow in her hair.

not only that, but she was also wearing nylon thigh high white opaque stockings. upon her feet, the young woman was wearing a pair of pink shoes in which the heels were only a couple inches. chiharu was also wearing a hint of pink lip-gloss upon her pale pink lips although she was currently busy, nibbling on her lower lip as she continued to shuffle through the crowd intent on looking for her young master. just where was he exactly -- she didn’t even know what his outfit was supposed to be! obviously, if she had woken him up, then she would have seen his outfit. this mini-dress was so short - it exposed her legs more than it was needed necessarily. chiharu wasn’t used to wearing such a revealing outfit and it obviously showed in the way she was behaving rather awkwardly.

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[KENTA AIWO ARAI]

Some hours later, Kenta had sent the women off and shooed all of the servans out of his chambers. Yes he'd been spoiled since he was little, and he'd lived the most privlidged life, but some things Kenta liked to do on his own. Getting dressed was one of them. He didn't want to bare his body unless it was for sex or bathing. A smirk spread over his lips at the thought and she shook his head as he pulled his costume out of the large closet. He tossed it onto the dark red sheets of the bed, then let his towel drop to the floor. Thanks to those vixens from earlier, he'd had to shower for a second time.

He pulled on undergarments, then worked at pulling on the tight black pants of the costume. They clung to his form, and he smirked feeling a little vain as he looked in the mirror. He laced them closed, and pulled on a black wife beater next. Then came the black leather jacket with the attached red cape on one side. Kenta pulled on the black boots that matched the leather of the jacket and looked at himself in the mirror. He let an evil smirk spread over his lips, and he laughed at the effect. 'The perfect Atra smile' his father would say.

Kenta snorted then pulled out some of his hair products. With practiced movements, he worked the center part of his hair into a messy faux hawk. He'd recently had the sides of his head shaved again, and he'd been right, the look went well with the costume. It was a crazy mix of evil count and rebellious rockstar.

Lastly he went into the bathroom and sprayed on some of the cologne he'd taken from the mortal realm. All ready. And just in tume. The event would be starting soon, and he'd been instructed to be there early. Kenta wasn't one to abide by the rules, but he didn't want to piss off the Queen, not on a fun day like this. So he left his chambers and made his way toward the grand hall.

Some minutes later he stepped through the door, and appraised all of the decorations. Next he looked at all of the servants and guests that were already present, the queen among them. He gave Arethusa a nod, then let himself slip into the light crowd. Once he'd finished gazing at the decorations, he allowed himself to look at the more revealing costumes, flirting up a storm. In a matter of minutes he had a group of females around him. He paid more attention tho the one's he hadn't yet bedded than those he'd already had, and some of the tension between the two groups was evident. But it was nothing bad enough to spoil a good party. Then he remembered. Chiharu.

He'd wanted to see the cute little costume he'd gotten for her. Kenta raised a goblet of wine to his lips and ignored the women around him to some degree, searching the crowd for his petite servant.

[CHIHARU TAKASHIMA]

you're the only one i see, i am pleading like this
oh where are you looking at? i am just here beside you
now, i could not even say i love you

out of all outfits, the young master just had to sent her this, revealing as it was -- it was similar to those night-time dresses that she sometimes seen some of the ladies that shared kenta’s bed. the young woman kept tugging at the ends of the dress, as if she was attempting to hide her legs as toned as they were, she really wasn‘t used to exposing this much flesh, this much skin if you will. chiharu was so used to being covered up in outfits that covered her arms and her legs. every time she bumped into someone, she would bow in order to apologise to them. of course, she was a slave, it meant that she had to show the utmost of respect to those who were higher status than her, she was just a lowly being, to be honest.

someone who wasn’t accepted not only for her status but also for her heritage if you will, she was, after all -- half mortal, half fae. the young woman always made sure that her eyes were lowered as it was considered to be an insult if a mere servant met the eyes of those who were higher up -- they did not have the right to do so. currently, she was trying to find where her young master was, it was no mean feat though when the great hall was filling up with many revellers, dressed up in their costumes, including the queen. it was while that the young woman was looking for kenta that she suddenly felt someone grabbing hold of her left shoulder, gripping rather hard, then turned around to face them directly.

a gasp escaped from her pale pink lips as she was suddenly startled and just about jumped out of her skin. her big brown eyes widened when she recognised that the person that was stood in front of her was none other than the head of the servants from her household, practically glaring at her. it was no secret that he didn’t like chiharu, because as far as he was concerned, she was just a half-breed. he more or less frogmarched the young woman to where the food was laid out and told her to offer the food to the dancers and such. basically he was telling her to work through the halloween ball -- even though that she wasn’t really meant to. all she knew was that for some reason kenta wanted her here tonight. who knows?

and thus, chiharu was forced to waitress, going around each person while holding a silver platter full of food with her hands. a soft sigh escaped from her pale pink lips as she carried the heavy plate -- she had spent the whole day decorating this place and yet it didn’t look as if she was allowed to have a break as she was even working during the evening too. but it wasn’t as if she could say no to her boss, if she dared to do so, he would have punished her for disobeying him. it was alright though, because chiharu didn’t have the slightest clue how to dance. the young woman didn’t even realise that she had walked past kenta, because all she had seen was a fairly sized amount of girls, if she had glanced up, she would have.

chiharu was still very much aware of the revealing outfit that she was wearing seemed to be attracting attention, particularly from some of the opposite sex on some levels -- but she didn‘t understand fully to the reason why. plus the fact she never had that kind of attention before because nobody looked at her -- really looked at her. the young woman kept smiling all the while, cheerfully asking if anyone wanted something to eat -- speaking of which, she hadn‘t even ate as of yet. it wasn’t as if she could eat the food here. chiharu went all over offering the silver platter of food if anybody wanted and when it was almost empty, it was then that she eventually made her way back to the tables where the food was.

[KENTA AIWO ARAI]

He caught sight of her just as she walked by him with a plate of food, offering it to the dancers. The atra royal's gaze followed the way she had come and he caught sight of a figure. Kenta's brows pulled together as he recognized the head of servants for his father's household. That bag of bones hadnt gotten it through his brittle brain that Chiharu was his personal servant now and that he could not order her around the way he could in the past. Or rather the fucker didn't much care for Kenta's authority. He would show him!

The atra excused himself from the women surrounding him and made a straight line for the head of servants. The older male luckily hadn't seen Kenta and had turned his back, having found another servant to scold and order around. Kenta kicked the back of the man's knee, sending him toppling down onto all fours. Some of the surrounding guests gasped while others giggled, and they moved out of the way. Those of the atra court knew of Kenta's temper, and they didn't want any reason for it to be directed at them, while the other guests --either human or argentum-- simply didn't want to get involed into what looked like it could be a fight. The head of servants turned, his mouth open, ready to yell profanity after profanity at his attacker. His eyes locked on the almond eyes of Kenta and he went very still.

Kenta was furious. Chiharu was his personal servant, and he had told her to come ot the ball, not as a servant of his father's household, but for a night off and to be nearby in case he really needed something. This bag of bones had taken advantage of her submissive nature and had made her take care of something that one of the other servants could have done. "I wish to make this very clear, Chiharu is my personal servant. That means that she is no longer part of your staff. She works for me and me alone. You cannot order her to do anything, is that understood?!"

The man's gaze was hateful, and Kenta had the urge to kick him in the head. Then he finally nodded and lowered his gaze. Kenta released a frustrated breath, then turned and slipped back into the crowd. He searched for Chiharu for a few minutes until he finally found her, still offering food to the dancers. Without he word he took the tray from her petite hands and handed them carelessly to some other servant walking by. He then took a hold of her arm, just above the elbow and pulled her to part of the hall that was not so crowded, and they were less likely to be bumped into by dancers.

"I thought I had told you that you no longer have to take orders from that bag of bones..." His tone was disapproving, but it did not hold the anger from before. He was not angry with Chiharu, though he wished that she would realize that she was to take orders form him and him alone.