It had been storming the night before, that much was evident, as there were still raindrops on the windows., witch were making a small rainbow as they refracted the morning light, right into Lightning's face. He groaned as he tossed and turned, before he could no longer stand it, and he opened his eyes, ducking under the covers as a beam of light made contact.

“It's going to be one of those days, I can already tell.” Lightning groaned, before attempting to go back to sleep. After a few minutes of struggling with his body, he got up, and hopped out of bed, stretching as he did. He was loathe to get out of bed: his soft, warm, plushy bed, but it was either waking up on his own, or waking up to Siren.... he chose the former.

He hit the shower, cranking it to it's cold, the pure shock of the freezing water forcing his brain to kick-start, waking him further, then turned it to blazing hot, his general preference. He got off, dried, and put on his clothes. He preferred putting them on himself, instead of Siren doing it for him... the mere thought of that was simply too embarrassing.

He walked out of his room, walking around the manor as he usually did, as a few servants passed him in order to do who knew what. He w.ould offer to help later in the day, of that he was certain

His stroll led him to the rose garden in front of the manor. It was bed, filled with rose hedge, that turned into the back of the manor, forming a maze, for entertainment. Lightning stopped, smelled a rose, and nodded in satisfaction. It was as he guessed, the rain had brought out their smell quite nicely.

A rustling shook a nearby bush, and Lightning quickly turned around with wide eyes, until a rat emerged fleeing from some unknown entity... maybe even Lightning himself. He breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to the manor, where he sat in a rather plushy chair, grabbed the morning paper, witch was on the table and, as his parents had taught hin, turned to the business schedule.

“Heir to take over company today? A new rival?” He asked, then shook his head. He could deal with anything that came his way, he was sure of it.

He picked up a bell on the stand, and gave it the slightest ring, fully expecting Siren to be somewhere nearby, “Siren? A milkshake, please, to go along with breakfast.: I'm rather in the mood to have something extra sweet, for no reason at all.” He requested, half wondering what breakfast was. “I would also like some coffee. Vanilla, if we have it.”

Yuuta had been awoken by last night’s storm long before dawn. He had lain there in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling listening to the rain patter on the window until the first beams of sun began to shine. Eventually he had gotten up and prepared himself for the oncoming day, washing and clothing himself. Midway through combing his hair he suddenly had the urge to go his art gallery. He checked a nearby clock, it was still early and that meant that probably only the servants of the household would be up. Not that it mattered, it was his mansion, he could wake up whenever he liked.

He slipped out of his bedroom and made his way quickly and quietly across the upper floor until he reached the gallery. Before he opened the door, he could smell food from downstairs. Yuuta’s stomach growled, but he resisted and continued into the room. The gallery had many paintings, mainly portraits, mounted on the walls of great historical figures. There were a few unique items in the room, some ancient texts, a tapestry and a few suits of feudal armour. However what drew his attention was a newspaper left on the table in the centre.

“Hello. What’s this then.” He muttered under his breath. He walked over and glanced over it, todays paper, fresh off the press, something about a new heir taking over a company. Must be all the rage nowadays, kids inheriting businesses, Yuuta thought. His stomach growled again. He chucked the paper back down onto the table, thinking nothing more of it.

Exiting his gallery he made his way downstairs to the dining room. As expected, none of his family were up, not that many of them lived here. He only allowed his Uncle, his Aunt and their son to stay here because his Uncle still technically co-owned the business. He probably would have kicked them out years ago if it he didn’t feel so obliged to be nice to them just because they had the same blood. He sat down at the head of a long ornately carved oaken table, placed his head in his left hand and began idly drumming his fingers on the table.

Droplets of water fell from the tips of a stained darkened pink hair as Christelle Rockford pulled a hand through the slippery tangle trudging across a decorated lawn that sparkled with the morning dew. It had stormed a great deal during the night, not one of the best nights she had decided to go out dancing it would have seemed, getting caught up in the weathers rage on her way home had made her think more about checking the forecasts before going out.
It had also made her think twice about getting a personal driver considering she had been unable to catch a taxi and had resorted to walking, but that thought soon died when she realised how boring it would be to have someone drive you around instead of doing it yourself.

"Clarky it's me, let me in" Elle yawned holding down the button for her mansions speakers at the gate that seperated the entrance lawn from the home lawn. She didnt really understand why she had such a large garden, her parents had loved flowers so she guessed it was understandable.
"y-yes Ma'am!" Clarky stuttered making her roll her eyes at his nervousness as familiar groaning of metal scraping across the gravel road filled her ears. Not wasting time she kicked off her high heels and held them with one hand as she hopped over the gravel in her bare feet wincing at the harshness.
By the time she got to the mansions front doors they had already been opened by some maids probably alerted to her arrival from Clarky, he was paid to maintain the camera's and gates.
"Yeah, yeah morning, morning" she stretched out her arms above her head replying the maids polite greetings practically ignoring them as she immediantely strode the stairs taking a left instead of right, the white marble of the floor sunk coldness into her feet soothing them of the pain the gravel caused.

Stomping across the hall rubbing her eyes and pulling on the blue satin of her dress as it stuck to her skin from the rain Elle eventually made it to her room, her first act was to flop instantly onto her bed almost like a starfish shoes still in her hand. It was a relief to feel the comfort of her bed, she was so tired from the night before, having to walk home had made her two hours later than planned. The night had been exciting though, she had been salsa dancing, a favourite as it meant she could flirt with whoever she wanted and got away with it, there had been a particulary tasty looking italian there much to her amusement. The walk home had also been exhilirating, it was random and unusual, a spice to something that could have been dull. When it rained she had just laughed at the typical luck and turned in circles under the clouds downpour.
Now however her body craved sleep.

Sighing she closed her eyes and prepared herself for sleep, but as her luck would call it the moment she did that a loud, annoying, and irritating buzzing screamed at her from the bedside table. "UGHHHHH" Elle moaned with utter hatred for the thing, who's smart idea was it to get an alarm again? It had probably been Leo's, where was he anyway? She knew she should probably get up before he came bursting through, she had a nasty habit of sleeping through that blasted alarm and it had caused a few problems in the past missing meetings and all.
Turning over she still remained in a starfish like pose but was now staring at the cieling instead of the purple covers of her bed, with a huff she blew at the fringe that fell in her eyes not moving it much as beeing wet her hair stuck to her skin just like her dress. She'd probably made her bed damp now aswell.

Leomaris Verlona

The alarm rang at 5am, a usual time for servants to be up, Leomaris Verlona had no trouble getting up at this time. In fact he hadn’t slept the night before, for his Mistress was not in her bed or no where to be seen for that matter. Questioning the other servants only resulted in limited information. It appeared that Christelle, heir to the Rockford business, had slipped out last night and that was the last time anyone had seen her. Leo was freaking out, storming around the house as he did his morning chores. Getting breakfast ready would be pointless at the moment since there was no one to serve it too! Stopping right in his tracks, Leo took in a deep breath and composed himself. There was no use worrying about things now, his main priority was to find Elle and bring her back home. Safe and sound.

“Mister Verlona!” a female voice called from behind. Leo turned to face the excited maid. “Mistress Christelle has come home!” Leo’s eyes widened a little and within moments he was briskly walking towards her chambers. After being out all night she would obviously want to sleep. Though they had many things to do today, one of which was signing the papers for Elle to finally take over the family business. Leo burst through the door without even bothering to knock.

“Mistress Christelle, where have you been all of this time?” Leo stood at the end of her bed with both hands on his hips, tapping his foot and a scowl on his face. “We were worried sick! And you’re soaking wet!” Without another word Leo stormed out of the room and returned minutes later with a warm towel. He threw it over Elle and strode over to the closed curtain, yanking them open with a few hard tugs. “We have a busy day ahead of us,” he continued without looking at her. “Now isn’t the time to be sleeping, you can do that when we come back.” Turning around he softened his posture, just happy to have Elle home safe. “I’ll prepare breakfast, come down when you are ready.” with a small smile, Leo exited the room.

He pushed past the gathering maids at the doorway. They were all curious as to where their Mistress had been the night before. Sometimes she would bring home interesting stories about parties which they were unable to attend due to work. Leo stopped half way down the hallway, spinning on his heels and glaring at his co-workers.

“Get back to work!” he snapped and they heeded his warning, dispersing from outside Elle’s room and going back to their work. Leo did the same, continuing down the hallway and down the stairs into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He boiled eggs, placing them inside silver egg-cups and prepare toast on the side. A cup of mint-tea was also prepared and placed alongside the eggs at the dinning table.