Akako Yume
The light of a fresh morning and a beginning of a new day shown through the window in Akako's room; hitting her face with its brightness and warmth. "Grrhhmm," she grumbled pulling the cover over her head and wrapping herself into a cocoon. Last night, Akako thought that she could for once would be able to sleep in a couple of hours. Since Markus has to sleep at some point and he probably gets most of his sleep in the mornings. The working day, every day, in Fleure always begins when the sun rises at dawn. So having a nocturnal prince would be a perfect chance to do something that she always wanted to do, sleep in. But it seemed even Darcy was out of sight, her spirit or a min Darcy ghost was in the halls. Footsteps of multiple servants came and went as if they were preparing for something. Shouldn't things cool down since the three princes arrived?
Akako's bed was a simple but comfortable furton, but she could not only hear the footsteps; she could feel the floor shake as the servent hurried to do their task. After a few minutes, akao poked her red bed hair mess out of the cover with a tired glare. "..... Curse you Darcy." Even though it would be impossible for Darcy to order the Empire's servants around and tend to her needs. That woman had more class than that. Then she got her lazy butt out of bed and got ready for the day.
Akako doubled checked on her make-up and hair after she pull on one of her favorite red kimono and the red and gold waist band along with the long scarlet scarf that went around her neck covering her necklace.The servants seemed to be done of whatever they were preparing for, finally leaving the hall silent. "Since there's nothing else to do, I might as well clean my katanas," she said to herself as she sat back down on her futon after getting a small rectangle black box out from her travel chest.
Her hand hovered over the wooden box and lifted the lip to reveal its contains. There was a small cotton cloth, white powder ball, sword oil in a small bottle, rice paper and a brass hammer that looked like a smoking pipe.Akako first used the rice paper to remove oil from that last time she cleaned them, which was probably a week ago. She held each katana with the blade edge away from her as she worked. Then she tapped the powder ball lightly against the every two inches, dusting the two katanas verly lightly with powder. Then she used the cotton cloth to carefully rub over the powder to polish the blade. Akako had to repeat this step twice for each katana to polish them and remove the powder. Lastly, she applied a few drops of sword oil along the length of each side of the katanas and used another rice paper to spread the oil evenly the blade.
Before she but her little kit back into its box, she had to sheath the katanas while making sure the actually blades didn't touch anything besides their sayas. Even a light touch of her skin and clothing would ruin the mainatance cleaning and then she would have to start the whole process over again. A man's, clearly was panicing and upset, voice yelled outside of her room. Startling Akako with the suddenness of it, or it could have been that she zoned the outside world out while she was cleaning her katana to not notice the events leading up to the crying man begging for Prince Makus to go to some meeting. 'Well, that's one mystery solved about all that noise this morning. A LITTLE heads up would have be great!' Akako thought as she placed her swords on top of her travel chest. Luckily, they were completely shealthed before that man caused her to jump. Otherwise the katanas would currently touched something.
She started to clean up and place the items of her cleaning kit back in their places inside of the box. It seems like the man finally convinced Prince Markus to go and their footsteps could be heard leaving the hallway. Shortly after they left, a servant girl opened her door. "There's a room prepared for you and the other Fleures to get together while the men talk about their politcs. The last door on the left will lead you to the joint room where you and the others will go during the men's meetings." The oldder woman said with a sweet smile making her wringles more visible. It never seez to amaze her how most girls and women thought, outside of Fleure, of themselves lesser than the great and mighty men. Nearly all of them were happy being little house wives and never thinking for themselves. "Okay, I'll go in a minute." Akako answered the elderly woman with one of her working smiles. With her answer, the woman nod and left to do her next chore.
The door of Akako's room once again opened for the second time today to let the firey red haired Fleure out. The hall was little to no different from the evening before apart from a few new decorations like a new vase or painting. She noticed that the door of Markus's room was wide opened and the little project he was working on was still on his desk. Quickly glancing up and down the hall and making sure no one was in or coming in the hall, Akako swiftly walked into Markus's room. She has a bad habit of giving into her curiousity and is often told by a number of other girls that 'curiousity killed the cat'. The little metal.... thingy, she had no clue what it was or what it was suppose to do, was laying on the desk looking complete unlike the night before. She gentlely picked it up just in case it would acciently fall apart. Which she prayed wouldn't be the case. The small object didn't fall apart and none of the pieces fell apart. But after a few moments of turning it around in her hands, she placed it where it was on the desk and left his room.
The door, to where she will meet up with Darcy and Lilla, opened as Akako entered to the soulless room. "Hm, looks I'm the first one for once. Usually Darcy is the first to arrive.... It would be funny if she was the last."