Snippet #1401604

[sorry for the long wait @_@]

A minute after Gin's knock, the door opened with a sudden jolt. In the doorway stood a sturdy looking butler, hair slicked back and a formal but cold look in his beedy brown eyes. "Yes, Sir, someone is home. I apologize for the wait." Though he was apologizing, his voice was just as chilling as the dirty look he gave the young man. "I presume you are Mr. Gin from the agency who is to protect our little Rue. Do take care of her. You seem a little... special, and I wouldn't want her to get into any trouble because of that."

"Oh Jenkins, please try not to be so rude to the man!" came a voice from the shadowed inside of the home. The lights flicked on to reveal a stunning interior and a fine man standing just behind the butler. Like him, his hair was slicked back and he held that cool and superior air to himself. He was tall and lanky and, despite his age, graying at the hairline.

"Forgive me, Master," the butler apologized, this time seeming to actually mean what he said. He bowed deeply to the man before turning and hurrying up the stairs as if going to fetch some runaway dog.

"I'm Jenson Mia, Ruska's father," the orderly man began with a light, relaxing smile. "Thank you for taking her along with you and your companions. I fear that I cannot be the protection she needs any longer. And you seem like a fine enough man to take care of her. She isn't much trouble, I must say. She enjoys a good book and a quiet space and she's happy. A completely normal, educated child." The way the man talked was as if he had something to hide. It was clear that he wasn't used to sending his daughter off with people he didn't know.

A little shuffle behind the man made him pause in his little speech. A small but adorably cute looking girl was standing just a couple feet from the doorway, her face burried in the head of the rabbit she held. Compared to the stuffed animal, they were about the same size and it was a miracle she could carry it without toppling over. "Good afternoon, Mr. Gin. Sorry to keep you waiting. Jenkins forgot to pack my things and I fell asleep. Pardon me..." She gave a little bow, though it was more of a stumble, before dragging the rabbit and herself to stand beside her father. Her cool, piercing eyes watched Gin with a blood-curtling sort of stare. It was as if she was gazing right through him, as if he wasn't there at all.