Aina Bliss Ederra's Story

((Warning: This post would be mostly about her family and her entrance to the Blanchett Manor. XD I apologize in advance for the wrong grammars, inconsistency and all related stuffs. ))




With her face reddened in extreme shame, Aina stared at the curving road from the window of the tinted car. She resisted the urge to look exasperatedly at her brothers and instead focused on the view outside the limousine.

She never expected things to end up like this. The moment that her beloved father and more than slightly devious brothers agreed to let her leave the private lands of the Ederra family mansion earlier than what is scheduled, she should have known they had something up their sleeves. Axel, her oldest brother had albeit a little reluctantly gave in under one simple condition. What condition? She really didn't know at first. Only after she had impulsively agreed, and then learned later on that she certainly regretted ever saying yes.

She tightly clutched her purse (the only thing they let her carry) that was situated on her lap to her chest and smiled wearily when she unintentionally caught her father's gaze.

"I am sorry if this was rather lacking, Ai", her father's baritone voice was as warm and soothing as it always have been. He looked at her and gestured to the inside of the limo, questioningly. Aina had always loved hearing her father's voice. Even as a child she had been greatly fascinated and excited upon the times she would hear him talk to her about anything under the sun or sing lullabies when it was her bedtime. Even now, hearing his voice had eased the weariness and shame she's feeling with having a full entourage as she settle to her new temporary home.

What happened this morning was nothing like she had envisioned about her parting from the “Mansion of Arts”. It was truly embarrassing and she can't do anything about it. When her brothers had told her about the condition for their sudden change of heart (with regards to her leaving the mansion), she had been shell-shocked. Holding the deal high above their heads, Axel and Argylle recalled her promise and had insistently forced her to ride the limo and be accompanied by a group of no less than ten bodyguards as they travel towards Blanchett Manor.

It would totally be awkward and uncomfortable once they approach the manor; that was her line of thinking, as she surreptitiously studied her brothers. Finding the backyard parked with a handful of black cars would without doubt surprise anyone involved. She just hoped that most of occupants of the place are either still asleep or travelling, else she won’t be ever to live this one down.

No matter how many times she had begged and reasoned with her siblings just to forget the agreement all over, they hadn’t budged. Instead of permitting her to leave the mansion less flashily like she wanted, they had been adamant for her security . Because of that and even after a lot of puppy eyes, in the end they won over the somewhat futile argument. So here she was waiting for her apparent doom.

She could clearly remember last night where her brother had been disappointed just because of the fact that they couldn't use the white limousine. It was at the cleaners and with heavy disappointment, Axel informed that they would unfortunately need to use the black one. What was the difference between the black and white car, really? Even after living with them for so long, she still can’t properly comprehend her brothers' twisted logic. Being wealthy had made them live rather luxuriously and lavishly. Her brothers had never failed to enjoy existing pleasures that are always associated with the rich. Limos? The high-end technologies, sports cars, gadgets and anything there are possible? Almost everything that is wanted by the people; her brothers would always have those at their arsenal. They had tried to instill this same kind of thinking to her but Aina had always been a simple girl. She lived as comfortably as she could, only buying things that she needed and not caring much more about things other than those which are related to arts and interests.

Axel and Argylle were not snobs though. They were the kindest and sweetest persons that she the most pleasure of knowing. Both of them are also the craziest bunch there ever are. Axel was the cheerful and lively one. He always had a smile on his face and both ears ready to listen. Whenever Aina would feel lonely (which is a rare occurrence, seeing that she would at all times try to think of the happy thoughts before anything else), he would be there willing and wholeheartedly listening. Despite acting rather childish compared to his age, Axel was and currently is the one that mainly manages most of their family businesses next to their father. He had a brilliant and innovative mind that had done well for the prospering of their company's sales. Argylle on the other hand is her much quieter brother. While he knew how to crack odd jokes here and there, Argy would usually be found smiling silently as Axy made a fool of himself. He was a prodigy, gaining a doctorate degree from such a young age and many hospitals wanted his service in their establishment. Her brothers are total opposites, strange and unique in their own ways and she loved them both equally.

They were a happy bunch and Aina greatly treasured this small family of hers.

Deciding to leave home had been a tough decision. However happy and excited she may seem (she will meet new people!), there is a part of her that is unwilling to leave the comfort of her family's protection and venture into grounds unknown. All of her life, she had been pampered and this would be the first time that she will not have the immediately guidance of her brothers and her father.

Her father, Alastair: the man who was literally the most important for Aina. She loved her brother equally but like them, they all treasured their father more. He had been their rock, a source of wisdom and anchor ever since their mother unfortunately died. He had always been there. He was every inch enthusiastic and devoted to help them on every step of the way. Small things like his sweet gestures such as this had always made Aina love him a little more.

The black-haired teenager took her father's hand in her own and lightly shook her head. She was still winded with their surprise. It was so unexpectedly and yet so much like them to treat her like this. She had known full well that they neither meant her harm nor shame when they executed this. They were only concerned about her safety (which is usual honestly) and because of that had undergone lengths to show it the best way that they could. Abandoning all the shame and negative thoughts off her mind, she beamed at them.

Her eyes twinkled in merriment and appreciation; she turned to her brothers and father. “Thank you for this, Axy and Argy!” Her smile widened when she faced her father, “Thank you dad! I really appreciate this!” She felt the car slowing down and was shocked when she noticed that they had apparently reached the grounds of her new home. Gulping just a little to show the odd nervousness creeping in her being, she eyed Axel and waited for the opening of the door.

“Don’t worry sis, we are just a phone call away!” He cheerily declared; winking as he lightly nudged her and patted her head before he alighted. Almost immediately, she calmed down and accepting Argy’s outstretched hand, she stepped out of the car.

“I’ll be talking to Ms. Alessa before we leave, Ai.” Alastair stated with his eyes focused on the magnificent stature of Blanchett Manor. Some of her things were already brought here beforehand courtesy of her brother’s doing. And though she was not able to get her favorite room of the house which was the attic, she was definitely excited to see her new room along with the other tenants who are currently there. She had heard that her room was next to the stairs leading to the attic and was adjacent to the landlady’s quarters. The black-haired girl just hoped that she would never disturb the landlady in the near future or so, especially with the nearness of room and all.

Curiously studying the whole grounds with an eager eye, she grinned elatedly. She didn’t know if the people here would like her but she dared hope she would meet new friends. Those that she had commonly met were her father’s and brothers’ acquaintances and most of them were too mature for her. They had shared no common grounds and all they wanted to talk was either about their bazillion businesses or recent discoveries about medicines.
Though she acknowledged and was even grateful about such things, still Aina would rather meet someone who will be able to share her passion for arts among other topics there are.

Flanked by her family and her bodyguards, she watched with amusement as one of the men in black approached the door and loudly knocked. What would the other occupants say if they saw the imposing crowd waiting outside? It would no doubt be a hilarious scene and for that she waited in anticipation.

Hakuchō sat up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Despite having the need to go back to sleep, the boy stood up, battling the overpowering heat surging through his room. He walked over to the window quietly, opening it and peering out. Nothing.

How had he woken up? Well, it was almost the time he usually woke up, but seriously, he always woke up at eight. Always. He felt he'd been woken up by someone's singing of some sort, but gave the thought up and sighed, stepping to his closet. Haku stared at the choices of clothing he'd brought with him. It was quite hot that day, so maybe wearing his usual jacket was a ridiculously stupid idea. Yes, yes it is. he told himself calmly, picking out black trousers, a white shirt and a grey waistcoat.

Haku sighed, his hand finding his phone and seeing the seven messages there. They were all from his mother. The most recent one said 'I hope you've settled in already.'. Haku replied with a quick 'I have.' and placed the phone down onto his bed. The boy sat on his bed in exasperation.

Within a few seconds, he received a text back. He sighed, a small, almost invisible smile on his face. 'Really? Oh, I'm glad. Your father says hello, I think. Would you like to visit him on Saturday with me?'. Haku set the phone down. He might as well answer later. If he texted back now, he'd just be replied to in a matter of minutes.

The boy paused, opened the door, closed it, and then reopened it and entered the bathroom. Already, one of his odd quirks was showing. He sighed, getting in the shower.

He'd arrived a few days earlier, his beauty of a mother accompanying him. She'd offered to carry some of his things, but the boy had refused to let her carry everything and had walked in rather nonchalantly, like the boxes reaching over his head in his arms weren't dealing him any trouble. He'd informed the landlady in the morning of his arrival later on, so he took his things to his room and settled down. Soon enough, he said goodbye to his mother and, rather uncharacteristically, hugged her like a small child despite being taller than the woman herself. As she left, he kissed her hand and she waved, even when he'd returned to his room. Hakuchō sighed as he exited the shower, the thought of his mother leaving stuck in his mind. It didn't matter anyway. He'd see her when he went to visit his father, Shiro.

He'd been his since Saturday. What day was it now? Haku changed into his clothes lazily, picking up his phone and pressing the centre button to see the time and date flash on the screen. Ah. So it is Tuesday today? he thought, now buttoning his shirt up all the way and then slipping his waistcoat on. Haku's long hair sat on his left shoulder, looking newly washed. It lay there, peacefully untouched. The loop which was usually in his hair was absent for the day and not hairbands were in his hair at all. Since it was morning and he wasn't going anywhere, Haku didn't feel the need to put his hair up.

Just then, the boy heard quite a commotion downstairs. Or rather, outside. He walked over to his window slowly, seeing a girl, two boys and a man. He raised an eyebrow, but saw they were all carrying boxes. Plus, they were surrounded by bodyguards. The girl must come from a well-off family or something.

Haku heard the door being knocked loudly, even from upstairs so he grabbed his phone and stuffed it in his pocket before going downstairs. Just before he headed down the staircase, he said "Miss Alessa, I'll open the door. I think it's a new tenant.". To be honest, he just said this in case she was awake. There was a high chance she wasn't, being the time it was, but Amaryllis, her niece, was already up and about (and singing).

The door was soon in front of him, and he opened the door, closed it, and then opened it fully. This weird habit showed, but Haku acted as though it were completely normal, even though the bodyguards stared at him a bit oddly. "New tenant." he half-mumbled, mostly to himself, and took his hand out of his trouser pockets, folding them elegantly over his chest. Like a swan, he stood with his body weight leaning to one side. "Will Miss be needing help moving in, or will you all be coming inside? If so, please, do not wake Miss Alessa." he said simply, opening the door fully for the bodyguards to stalk in.

Haku's eyes looked from bodyguard to bodyguard, before his eyes lay on the tallest man. He looked at him for a second, before his eyes glided to the two boys. Although anyone would be fazed by this party on the doorstep, Haku kept completely composed as his rose red eyes glided over to the girl in the centre of all this commotion. Secretly, he guessed that this girl was the one moving in. Considering the snippets of conversation he'd heard earlier, she was the one moving in for sure. Unless one of the boys was called 'Ai'. Hakuchō kinda wished he hadn't left his window open. Then, he wouldn't have had to listen to their conversation. Not that he was tied to his room and forced to listen, but for someone with such observational skills, it was kinda hard not to.

However, when the boy's eyes met her, he felt a slight, if very small, pang of recognition. As usual, he let absolutely nothing show on his face.

"98... 99...100." With strong push off from his finger tips, Vendettus flipped into the air and landed on his feet. The physical discipline of keeping his body straight and inverted on his finger tips was not new to Vendettus. Every day he would hone his body, physically and mentally, training in the unique ways of the mortals, passed down to them by the myriads of half-god offspring he had through out history. Bodhidharma, the father of Shaolin Kung fu; Yim Wing-chun, mother of Wing Chun; Alexander the Great, king of Pankration; Johannes Liechtenauer, German master of the rapier; Imre 'Imi' Lichtenfeld, creator of Krav Maga; and so on and so on. Other of his demi-god children were masters of deceit or invention like spymaster Francis Walsimgham and chief of engineers for the Manhattan Project Eugene Reybold. He had so many off spring through out history, all who made their contributions to war, either in defense, attack or for pacifistic intentions.

Vendettus never truly needed to workout or exercise, he was a god, perfect as he saw fit and could change his appearance as all gods could. His true form, his demonic god form, was the epitome of perfection to him. The masterful blend of the flawless forms of man and beast. His human form looked to be hand carved for Vendettus' view of mortal perfection, the greatest mixture of the most attractive features through out history. Vendettus did not need to do anything to keep his handsomeness and physical charm, he exercised and trained solely to seek something that he had lost long ago, the will to continue.

With a twist of his head to the right, his neck made a series of pops like bubble wrap. Another twist of his head to the right, and his neck sounded like a string of firecrackers. He looked toward the south wall, where he had installed a wall length mirror, and stared at himself. A rage started to bubble up inside him slowly, making everything around him begin to shake. He then closed his eyes, took a deep breathe and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his mind.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps broke him from his focus. Footsteps of what seemed like dozens of men, marching into the house, each bigger than the last, pounded through the ceiling of recreation area, each step dropping Vendettus deeper and deeper into a rage, until finally:

"SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" Vendettus roared so loudly and violently the walls of recreation room shook. "I AM TRYING TO F**KING CONCENTRATE!!!!!!"

Vendettus began to see red until suddenly, for what felt like no reason at all, his rage eased and then ceased. Vendettus panted weakly, looking upto the ceiling. "Something is different..." Vendettus said to himself, sensing a shift in the mortal plane. He could not understand or recognize it, so he simly dismissed it for the powers at work in this house. "It's ... nothing..."

Vendettus slowly began to unclench his fists which he had clenched so hard his palms bled from his nails. He sighed out slowly, gritting his teeth as he forced the wounds to heal. "I need a shower..."

And with that, Vendettus stripped the rest of the way down, kicking his sweaty clothes towards the closet of the recreation room and walked into his bathroom where he let the cold water of the shower run down his body and clear his mind.

"Will Miss be needing help moving in, or will you all be coming inside? If so, please, do not wake Miss Alessa."

Staring silently as their bodyguards one by one slowly started entering the manor with the rest of her things upon Axel's nod, she studied the boy in front of them. Of all the people who would open the door this morning, why did it have to be a boy? She wryly thought, feeling a mix of amusement and hesitation with the particular scene.

She knew how protective her brothers get and because of this she hoped that they would not read the situation differently. As far as she knew she had thoroughly explained her would-be situation inside the manor. It wasn't like her to sugarcoat things and fully aware of how defensive Axel gets whenever she's within five feet radius of another boy - a stranger to be exact, she had told them about things as honestly as she could. (This meant everything actually)
She told them that though Blanchett Manor is owned by a young woman, it was also opened for people of the opposite gender. She didn't have the exact numbers of the other occupants, but she had heard that there was a considerable number of male and female staying at the place. She explained all of this from the very start in order to avoid the intermittent investigation that her brothers would surely do once they had heard her utter the words: "temporarily leaving home to have a change of pace". She knew that it wasn't unusual for Argylle to hire a private investigator and all that CIA stuff. Her brothers greatly prided on having a lot more connection than a high-ranking government official have. They usually do things in an impeccable and meticulous manner. They sometimes (OK, that was too much downplaying) – they more often than not, get ridiculous with the way they handle a situation, especially when it comes to her.

A perfect example of this was the incident on her last school. She had been intentionally badly hurt and shouted at by one of the instructors teaching math. She wasn't able to answer the question, and in her fury, the said teacher threw the eraser on her. Even though she tried hard not to tell this to them, not wanting things to get bigger than it was supposed to be, this information had unfortunately reached her brothers’ ears. Their retaliation had been abrupt and straightforward. Axel and Argylle immediately placed the teacher on probation (and eventual permanent ban) right after garnering enough evidence to rebuke the said person’s license. Due to the never-ending connections associated with their family name, Axel had successfully “fired” the teacher along with the other three more recently discovered corrupted and terror-like instructors of the Academy. After that they did a thorough background check of every nook and cranny of the school personnel, from the top-level management up to the janitorial staff. Such action scared both the students and the school administrative and ever since then, nobody dared to cross paths with Aina. It was also because of that, why the naturally blue-haired girl had a hard time to find friends both at school and at home.

Ever since that particular incident their protectiveness level increased two-folds, up to the point that it had been undeniably suffocating.

It was only when her father stepped in and took control of things that she got some freedom of sorts. He was the only reason that Argy and Axy stopped with their pushiness. He urged them to let her learn about both the pleasing and bitter things there are, instead of encasing her in a glass walled life. He told them that the best educator would be both practice and experience, and Ai would definitely never grow up if they continue their over protectiveness. She was thankful that after that they had learned to loosen their hold on her and made her experience different aspects of life –both good and bad.

Now faced with this scenario, she wondered. She didn’t know if there were already other female tenants, aside from the landlady and her niece living in this place. Surely Axel, the more protective one would take note of this small detail with careful deliberation. And it would be, even for an optimist like her, be a disastrous scenario if her father would join in her brothers’ “Protect Aina to the very core propaganda”. She had enough of those to last several lifetimes and she really rather felt as if there is something she needed to do at this place. However, she won’t be able to do that if her they wouldn’t let her go.

Sighing yet truly warmed with the idea of having such loving family, she boldly met the boy’s red eyes and smiled.

He was taller, taller than her brothers if she’s not mistaken, she noted curiously staring at him. He was also handsome. With his long white-hair freely let out, adding to that cold and mysterious allure he had in his aura, he looked striking.

“Are you related to Ms. Alessa Beaulieu?” Her father’s authoritative voice suddenly spoke causing Aina to turn to him abruptly. Hearing the bland tone in his inquiry, she readied herself to whatever reaction he will have. She noticed Axel and Argylle, while looking shocked themselves, standing straight at the corner just waiting patiently. She knew that only one word from her dad and they would drag her out of Blanchett Manor without further ado, no matter how much she argued with them.

Deafening silence followed that simple statement and Aina can clearly feel the tension in the air.

Panicking at levels she didn’t know was possible enough for her, she did the only thing she can do. She started walking towards the white-haired boy and she reached a hand out. She stopped in front of him and raised herself in tip toes, unintentionally blurting out something so random compared to their current situation as she seemingly reached out for his hair. “I like the color of your hair… it’s so unique.” She beamed at him almost touching his hair, when she retracted her hand ‘til the last minutes, changing her mind.

Awkward silence followed and even the bodyguards felt the uncomfortable atmosphere between them.

Argylle, as if sensing some impending danger or something near, immediately went towards her and lightly carried her by the waist some distance away from the boy. It was not a moment later when the ground seemed to forcibly shake, surprising each one of them. Fear and confusion evident in their faces, they craned their heads to look for the direction of the disturbance,. Their eyes meeting each other several times, they once again got bewildered, when a weird giggling sound was heard from the direction of their father.

Slowly tilting her head in confusion, Aina found him, covering his mouth with his hand. His face slightly hidden and his head slightly bowed; the black-haired girl couldn’t be mistaken with the sounds coming out of his mouth. Understanding what had made her father entertained, she too laughed lightly along with him.

“I-I’m so sorry!” Alastair started saying, still trying to compose himself. He wiped his face and eyed the white-haired boy in front.
“Ai, I hope that you will have fun here, my little butterfly,” he walked towards her, arms spread out as he waited for his daughter’s embrace. She then stepped away from her brother’s grasp and hugged the older man. “Just contact us for any problem you may have, m’kay?” Alastair asked lovingly, tightening the hug.
“Axel and Argylle, I’m going to allow Aina to temporarily stay here so I hope you do the same for her.” He said smilingly as he turned at the two, an edge of warning evident in his voice. He then set his green eyes to the seemingly detached boy who had opened the door for them, “I won’t be forcing my way in just to talk to Ms. Alessa today but I do hope that you’d let my little butterfly get settled in just fine,” he surreptitiously raised an eyebrow in inquiry with a hint of challenge in his stance. “I am Alastair Ederra. These are my children, Axel – the one on the right, Argylle, and Aina. She will be living here at Blanchett Manor. We will be taking our leave now.”

“Are you related to Ms. Alessa Beaulieu?” said the man and Haku looked up, first meeting the girl's eyes before looking at her father. He shook his head, before reaching out and pulling his hair behind his ear. His eyes studied the man in front of him. Yep, he definitely looked like their father, or at least a relative like an uncle or something. Haku found himself mulling over every possible relative who could look like their father but be even hardly related. He even went through second cousins and so on. Hakuchō didn't even notice how awkward the situation was at that exact moment. The silence hung in the air like humidity, and even the bodyguards looked tense. Haku, however, just looked away to his right.

Haku looked back to the family; the girl was now closer than before and maybe a tiny bit too close for comfort. His eyes flicked to her, seeing her hand reach out to his hair and he sighed. Although he didn't understand why, people always found his hair mysterious and often so intriguing they had to touch it.

But, however, most of those people got jealous or annoyed and decided to bully him for it or something ridiculous. “I like the color of your hair… it’s so unique.” the girl said, beaming at him happily as her hand almost touched his hair. Now, if someone didn't know Haku well, like this girl, then they'd probably think he was completely emotionless about this whole situation and was just taking it very well. However, that was not the case.

In his eyes, there was a slight flicker of surprise. Most people don't like the colour of my hair... he thought, looking at the girl with a slight, confused frown. One of the brothers quickly sped towards the girl and grabbed her away, carrying her awkwardly by the waist. Hakuchō raised his eyebrow slightly, looking at him. The ground seemed to shake, but even as everyone around him looked oddly startled, Haku couldn't help but smirk. It wasn't a mean or spiteful smirk. It was, rather, a fun and quirky smirk. Fact: this is very rare and has never been photographed.

“I-I’m so sorry!” Haku's eyes easily met the male-family-member-an-possible-father-person's eyes. “Ai, I hope that you will have fun here, my little butterfly,” The girl had walked towards her father's lovingly open arms and embraced the older man. “Just contact us for any problem you may have, m’kay?”

“Axel and Argylle, I’m going to allow Aina to temporarily stay here so I hope you do the same for her.” The man smiled, and Haku looked up. It wasn't at the ceiling, but rather at the sky. I can feel you watching me you know, mother? What do you want me to do? Join in the hug. . .? “I won’t be forcing my way in just to talk to Ms. Alessa today but I do hope that you’d let my little butterfly get settled in just fine,” the man raised his eyebrow, and Hakucho did the same, crossing his arms. “I am Alastair Ederra. These are my children, Axel – the one on the right, Argylle, and Aina. She will be living here at Blanchett Manor. We will be taking our leave now.”

"I'm Hakuchō Hikōno. It's nice to meet you, sir." he said, before turning his attention to Aina. It seemed she was the one who would be moving into the manor with them. "I will do my best to make sure Miss Aina enjoys her time here and settles in rapidly." he said, his nonchalant voice now laced with honesty.

"Well then, Miss Aina. Would you like to tour the manor with me?" he said, holding out a hand to the girl in front of him. He truly looked like a gentleman. Then, the near-impossible happened: Hakuchō smiled and it was genuine too. Like his mother often said, he really had the smile of an angel. In an instant, the awkward, tense and odd air vanished as his blood-red eyes twinkled. This Aina girl really made him really curious. He felt as if they'd met.

Her eyes had shined with mirth and gratefulness the moment that her father said the final verdict. Considering that he had been rather quiet when she had propositioned this to them few months ago, it was really enlightening to hear him backing her up. In fact it was Argylle who had been particularly hard to convince, it took several bribes and promises before he gave his permission. And even after that, Argy wasn’t wholly supportive of the idea. Now that her father agreed, she knew that it wouldn’t be that hard for them to let her go.

Smiling widely, she looked at her brothers as Alastair introduced them one by one to the white-haired boy. When she heard about them, leaving immediately soon after, she turned inquisitively. She thought they would stay for few hours at the manor. The two-hour long travel wasn’t that easy and she figured it would be better for them to take some rest first.

Dressed in casual jeans and polo-shirts of differing colors and styles, she was certain that her brothers and father wasn’t going to be at work or any appointment early that morning. Argy had mentioned a week before about visiting an orphanage where he, along with his assistant planned to do a volunteer checkup for all the children. It was something that he did during every other Tuesday but he had made arrangements to clear his schedule just to be able to come with her today. Axel and her father on the other hand weren’t due at work until the afternoon. They had finished their meetings several days prior to fully ensure that they would be with her once she leaves the Mansion of Arts.

Amusingly shaking her head at her father’s strangeness, she broke the embrace and stared at the boy in front. I'm Hakucho Hikono. It's nice to meet you, sir. I will do my best to make sure Miss Aina enjoys her time here and settles in rapidly."

“Haku… cho?” She was about to blurt out as the white-haired boy introduced himself but thankfully she was able to stop just in time to hear his next words. Mutely listening to him, she noted the sincerity in his voice and figured that though he sounded distant before, Hakucho is a nice person.

"Well then, Miss Aina. Would you like to tour the manor with me?"

She waited until he finished speaking before she responded, wanting to ask the question that had been nagging her ever since she heard his name. She was however momentarily surprised when he offered a hand out to her. With the shock still evidently seen in her eyes, she unconsciously took it and then instinctively beamed at him once she had recovered, “Doesn’t your name mean white butterfly…?”

The question died in her throat when she noticed his expression: His lips curving into an undeniable carefree smile and his red-colored eyes twinkling, she couldn’t help but gaze at him. She felt the faint reddening of her cheeks before she had the sense to duck her head and looked down, hiding her face from other’s view. Though she had not met many boys near her age, as an artist, Aina knew how to appreciate the beauty of things and human being themselves.

‘He looks better with a smile’… she later thought, secretly eyeing him. Unaware that she is still holding his hand, she just shook her head and stared directly at him. “It was nice to meet you, Hakucho-san,” she replied happily, opting to use a Japanese honorific in his name. Her voice was actually more composed compared to the nervousness she felt inside. She didn’t know what kind of impression she have given him, but she really hope that she didn’t scared him off. After all what she did was really cringe worthy enough: First she had approached him impolitely even going as far as touching his hair without his consent and now, she had been caught staring at him like an utter fan girl. She hoped he wasn’t offended or irked by her actions.

He was the first person she met here and she had truly been fervently hoping to gain new friends on her stay at the manor. It had been awhile since she bumped across someone of her age and it would have been nice if they will become friends. “I will take your offer!” She added cheerfully deciding to cast away undesirable thoughts off her mind. It wasn’t like her to think negatively and she intended to keep it that way. Though the grave nervousness coupled with the recently popping insecurities plaguing her mind, it was a little hard to maintain the same line of that thinking.

“Um before that, please excuse me for a moment”, she sheepishly added, temporarily separating her hand away from his. “Dad, why don’t you stay for a while?” She asked looking back at her father, the concern visibly etched in her features.

Alastair shook his head, a smile resting in his lips and answered, “We will be just fine Ai. It’ll be better for us to travel early in order to avoid the traffic.” He crossed the short distance between them before hugging her goodbye. “Always take care, my bliss.” He softly murmured, his hands lightly patting her head. “I’m going to miss you dearly.”

She nodded, stating a muffled, “I will too” back as she tightened her hold on him. They stayed like this, lost in the accompanying sadness at the idea of Aina leaving home—even if it was only temporary.

Few minutes had passed when Alastair slightly let go and flippantly whispered to her, “I think your brothers are dying to say their good byes, Ai.” He gestured towards them who were looking every inch torn between being depressed and yet also faintly annoyed for some reason she can’t understand. Alastair kissed her on the forehead and she in turn, kissed him on his cheeks. She nodded, hugging him one more time before she broke the embrace to walk to her brothers.

She went towards Argylle first, suppressing the urge to cry as she embraced him too. He returned it, murmuring warnings and some reminders all the while. “Remember to check your phone and email daily, ok? If you won’t call before eleven, I will surely pull some strings among my colleagues at the police.” She had laughingly let go, nodding agreeably as she absorbed all his words, kissing his cheeks afterwards.

“I will, ‘nii-chan!”

“Also, it would greatly please Ax and I if you will distance yourself a little from boys like him”, he nodded towards Hakucho, “we don’t want to share you yet”. Hearing the unusual advice coming from him (a womanizer really!), with his eyes dead serious and voice sounding so much experienced, Aina chuckled in response. “I’m serious ok?”

Then it was Axel’s turn and she had been startled when the said brother abruptly locked her in an embrace. “Aina, are you really sure about this?” He asked lowly, whispering on her ear, as he lightly squeezed her. It was during this that she couldn’t stop the tears flowing from her eyes. Her brother’s usual chirpy voice was a little broken and she knew how significantly, this leaving would take a toll on him… on her family. This separation was no joke for such a closely knit family like theirs. Seeing that she lived all her life being pampered by their guidance and love, she pondered on what will happen for her now. She then thought of all the reasons she had on why she should continue this, and she was reminded. She needed this. She needed this independence and freedom in order to grow further. If she would only continually cling to her family, she wouldn’t be able to change into a better person. She took a deep breath before replying: “I am.”

Axel just shook his head, before he faced her and smiled wryly, “Take care, sis. Just always remember we will be waiting for you.“ She too, kissed him on his cheeks, before stepping away and wiping the tears off her eyes.

When they were done, Alastair then held out his hands towards Hakucho and stated, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Hakucho.” Nodding towards the rest, he signaled the others to get ready and not long after, their bodyguards slowly started to leave. Once they got his response and after a little bit more of hugging and reminders, they too left towards the limousine, waving goodbye.

((Whew, they finally left. ~ XD Sorry for the boring read, but I think they needed that. >.< …and, also the standard warnings about my not so much understandable grammar still apply as they usually should. XD))

Hakuchō looked at her. He guessed what her question would be, since many people asked, or misspelled his name. Hakuchō did mean white butterfly. His mother, however, probably hasn't considered the fact that his name did mean this... Haku looked up, before looking at the girl. I'll tell her later. As he turned to look at the girl, he saw she was already looking at him. Maybe looking was a bit of an understatement. She was literally staring at him. However, Haku didn't realise this, and even if he had, he would have taken it normally and paid not attention to it, since he stared at people often.

“It was nice to meet you, Hakucho-san,” she said happily and Haku nodded his head a single time. “I will take your offer! ...Um before that, please excuse me for a moment” she said, and Hakuchō nodded as she went off to talk to her family. He would have said something, but he really felt like he had already talked enough today, even though it was barely morning. Despite having talked a minimal amount, he usually talked a lot less than this unless he was talking to his parents. When things got like this and he felt he'd used his voice too much for one day, he usually got out a notebook and wrote on that. However, he felt that would be a bit rude to a new tenant. He looked at the girl, before he jumped when the phone in his pocket rang out loudly, a cute ringtone which his mother set.

"Excuse me." he said, before turning his back to the family and answering the call. "Mother?" Haku had a sigh saved up which he didn't let out.

She bombarded him with a series of questions, her worried tone evident even through the phone. "Why didn't you answer my text message? Have you been practicing the violin lately? Have you been nice to the other tenants? You should visit your dad tomorrow, you know?" she said, her voice rushed. Haku raised an eyebrow though she obviously couldn't see and burst out laughing, his face lit up.

"I didn't have time; the doorbell rang. I practice the violin when the all other tenants are awake. I hope I've been nice. I'll visit Father if I have the time. I have to go, Mother." The white-haired boy sighed deeply, and his mother's voice was meek.

She sighed too. "Can't you just call me Mum? Just once?"

"It's impolite." Hakuchō said, frowning as if what he just said should have been obvious, before closing his phone when he heard the dial tone.

Haku looked up as he heard the baritone voice of Alastair again. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Hakucho.” he said, holding out his hands. A wave of confusion came over Haku's face as he wondered what he should so. He awkwardly shook Alastair's hands, tilting his head sideways. He didn't even respond to Aina's father as her brothers gave the girl some last warnings and they left in their limousine. Haku looked as they sped off, before turning to Aina.

"You'll probably want to see your room first." Haku said, before remembering the thing he'd wanted to clear up earlier. "It's... written with the kanji for 'swan'." he paused, looking at her. "My name, that is. If I were to be called Hakuchō with the kanji for white butterfly, I'd probably be called Shiroichō. My mother doesn't have much experience with Japanese, and my father just agrees with everything she says." The boy sighed, remembering his phone call. I can't call her that. She my mother. he thought, his expression suddenly becoming very nonchalant and stoic. Again.

"Well then, Aina-pyon... Wait, -pyon isn't the right ending. Aina...kun?" Hakuchō rattled his brain. What did Father say for these situations? Oh, but of course. "Aina-san." he said with a contented look in his eyes. "Well then, Aina-san, I'd better give you the tour."

"You'll probably want to see your room first."

She nodded when she heard Hakucho speak later on after watching the limo speeding off the grounds of Blanchett Manor. She knew that her father and brothers would be just fine. Though it was saddening to not have the chance to see them daily (there's no one that would always tease her and make her laugh), she was grateful that there were the existence of cell phones and modern technology. She could surely contact them every time she wanted and for that she was looking forward to talking with them again. Wiping the tears away from her eyes, she inwardly cheered herself up. She'd think of this as a picnic and at the same time, training exercise.

One of the minor reasons why she had left home was because she had heard from her classmates on how pampered and high and mighty she was. They were supposed to be her friends, and more often than not, she usually seeks their company. But imagine her surprise when she discovered them talking loudly behind her back about wholly dependent she is to other people. It had hurt, learning that the people you thought was your friends had actually felt that you were clingy and restrictive. She didn't became angry with them but instead, from then on, she resolved that she would do the best she could to prove to them and to herself that she would be able to do better. It would do her no good if she'd just settle on being depressed and angry after all.

Her eyes still watery but with a smile in her face, she turned to him and waited patiently for his next words. She was actually pretty much excited for her new room even though she had an idea with regards to its structure and design. Axel had made sure to get her give her the best accommodations in the manor as well as they could and for that she could only assume that her room would have a definite resemblance to the one at the Ederra Mansion.

"It's... written with the kanji for 'swan'."

Hakucho then continued and she was lost for a moment on what he was speaking about. 'Kanji?' She inquired in contemplation. Her room would be written in kanji? But she wasn't Japanese and though she greatly appreciates its culture, it was such a shame that she wasn't well versed with their language. She was about to open her mouth, to inform him that it wouldn't be good for her to have that in her room since she can't read Kanji or even Hiragana very well, when he spoke, immediately clearing off things.

"My name, that is. If I were to be called Hakuchō with the kanji for white butterfly, I'd probably be called Shiroichō. My mother doesn't have much experience with Japanese, and my father just agrees with everything she says."

'Ah.' She smiled amusingly with her running thoughts and nodding once to show him she understood. ‘His name was perfect for him’, Ai thought inwardly. Sneaking a glance towards him, she noted the handsome face in front of her. She wondered still appreciating his beauty, what he would look like as a girl. If he was a girl, he’d truly be beautiful. She was actually quite used to pretty looking boys but there is something with him that strikes her differently. Like a butterfly, there is certain elegance in his stature that can make a person do a double take while looking at him. With the artistic gears in her head turning on, she stared at Hakucho. ‘If only I can ask him to become my model! He’ll be wonderful!’ She excitedly pondered, her eyes twinkling as she thought of him in different poses. It was then because of her musings that she was surprised when he spoke again.

"Well then, Aina-pyon... Wait, -pyon isn't the right ending. Aina...kun? Aina-san. Well then, Aina-san, I'd better give you the tour."

“You can call me Aina-pyon! I like Aina-pyon”, she blurted unexpectedly, a beaming smile present in her expression. Upon fully processing her statement, her eyes widened and she covered a hand on her mouth as she gave him a sheepish look. “I’m sorry! It’s just that…” she said trailing off, unable to continue as she judged his reaction. She was friendly that was for sure, but she didn't want to suffocate everyone else with her enthusiasm. She really couldn't help but mess up when it regards to him, huh? She was feeling the awkwardness envelop them and she hoped that he wouldn’t get irritated with her. He was really interesting and she wanted to know him better.

He was like a sister that she didn’t have. Not that she will tell him that, it might be offending for him… but with actions and his good-looking face, it was hard not to think of that way. “Um just forget what I said. I just like what it sounded and I thought that,” she started unusually shyly and then gestured towards the door, randomly commenting, “I am looking forward into seeing my room!”


((Hey, Annaky if you want to, you can control Aina for the tour~))

((Oh, okay~~~~! I'll keep her quiet so I don't make her say anything out of character!! You could always add in what she said in your post?))

Hakuchō raised his eyes to look at the girl, looking away from the wall to his left. “You can call me Aina-pyon! I like Aina-pyon.” She blurted hurriedly, a smile on her face. Haku looked at her, his nonchalant expression still present, but there was a small hint of amusement in his eyes. He looked at her as she apologised, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

He linked his arm around hers (Not in a 'best friend' way, but more in a gentlemanly way) and strode up the stairs casually. He took the stairs on the right since his room was there so it was habit, even though it had only been a few days since he's arrived. A more accurate term would be that he found it logical. He pointed to his room.

"Well then, Aina-pyon. That is my room. If you wish to enter, please knock." he said simply, before crossing the corridor and letting go of Aina's arm. He opened the door for her, showing her inside. "This is your room, I believe. You are opposite me, apparently." he said, showing her politely.

Haku closed her bedroom door, before indicating the attic stairs and turning around fully to face the girl. "Those are the stairs leading up towards the attic. I believe someone is supposed to be inhabiting the attic room, so I won't show you up there yet." He then spun around elegantly again, his hand held out towards the door in between Aina's room and his own. "Miss Alessa inhabits that room. She's the landlady, as I'm sure you know. Those two rooms belong to other tenants."

The white-haired boy took the girl's arm again, leading her down the stairs. He walked into the dining room, then into the breakfast area. "You can eat here." he said, rather obviously, but instead of finding the fault in his captain-obvious statement, he just carried on hardly noticing. "Miss Amaryllis' room is there. Miss Amaryllis? We have a new tenant." Hakuchō said it through the door, as he overheard her speaking to someone (or herself, whichever). He then led Aina into the family room. "I guess. . . You can sit down here." he shrugged, his facial expression not changing. He did glance sideways at Aina, who'd been kind of silent throughout the whole tour.

"The porch is over there, and the sunroom is there." he said, indicating the two at the right moments. He passed another one of the rooms, before stepping into the living room. As he turned to check on Aina, he walked into the grand observatory.

He sighed peacefully. "This is probably my favourite room." Haku said airily. He gazed around the room, his red eyes seemingly searching for something, before frowning slightly. "I need to visit my d-... father later. Well, I won't be here in the evening, but I'm sure you can make acquaintances with the other tenants." he frowned slightly, his eyes flickering a look at Aina. "Well, I do not know where you wish to go, but if it pleases you, I will happily accompany you." Hakuchō then proceeded to wrap a finger around a lock of his hair before tying it up, leaving the bangs at the front loose and letting the low ponytail rest on his left shoulder. "I must say, Aina-pyon, that you are quite the opposite of me in terms of appearance. You hair is black, your eyes are blue. . . You're female. Oh, and by the way; please call me Haku and not Hakuchō."

((I will… thank you!))

Donned in a comfortable yet stylish white-colored and knee-length summer dress, Aina followed the white-haired boy as he took her for an impromptu tour. Though she would probably have lots of time to see the entirety of the manor by herself, she certainly appreciated Hakucho's thoughtful gesture. It had been a long while since she met someone like him. Staring at his back, she was truly happy to discover that here in Blanchett Manor, she was nothing but just one of the tenants. She was as normal and as strangers as they were as they tried to get settled in their home-to-be. Here, she wouldn't be treated as the Princess of the Ederra family or the spoiled brat (not that she was). Having full knowledge about the residence's notable reputation, she wouldn't be surprised to find someone here who was more influential and wealthy compared to her and her family.

She was really more than ever looking forward to seeing the others! Smiling widely, she then settled on following her 'tour guide' as they trudged up the stairs towards the second floor. Her trained eyes couldn't help but notice the valuable and well-crafted works of art that they passed by along the way. That was one precious vase, she inwardly commented, favoring the design that the potter had came up with. Gazing at the chandelier on the ceiling, she was undoubtedly fascinated to see that it was tastefully chosen like many other decorations on the room. She beamed commending the art style and the welcoming aura the theme of the manor seemed to exhibit.

She looked around, her blue-hued orbs following Hakucho's hand when he showed her new quarters. Fighting the urge to have a longer introspection of her abode, she instead listened intently as he pointed to the stairs going to the attic and then to Miss Alessa’s room. She was excited to see the renovations and decorations Axel and Argylle had come up with. They had a deal that if she would like the changes they had made for her room; she would be kindly urgedrequested to have a weekly meeting with the rest of the family. Though Aina knew that she might visit them every weekends regardless of the deal’s existence, still it would be fun to see if what her brothers’ had came up with was indeed in the range of her artistic inclinations. She recalled Axy arrogantly stating that once she would see the confines of her room, she would definitely miss the Mansion of Arts and get a ride back home without second thoughts. He had so much confidence in his ability to capture her liking not only in creative topics but also in sweets and foods in general among many other things. Her brothers really did have known her more than they’d admit into doing so.

Stifling the giggle that threatened to come out with the way she imagined her older brother’s gloating expression: his nose slightly rose upwards and self-satisfyingly chuckling as he crossed his arms on the top of his chest, she nodded as Hakucho informed her about the other tenants presently staying on the second floor. She was about to ask him if he had a clue on who they were but before she knew it, they were walking downstairs. Taking note to ask him about the others later on, she went to the dining room and smiled amused as he stated the obvious. Her respect for the white-haired boy was the only thing stopping her from giggling at the serious way he introduced the breakfast area. She decided to nod, in case he was looking for a response, and kept silent as he addressed someone who was apparently situated on the nearby room. “Miss Amaryllis' room is there. Miss Amaryllis? We have a new tenant."

She heard him say, and she supposed that he was talking to the niece of the landlady. She was one of the people that Ai was very very much so interested to meet. She was a nice girl that was what the black-haired teenager could assume throughout that one time when she had talked with the girl's aunt on the phone. Aina had been 'scouting' the area. And a little wary of the investigation that Argylle would surely never live without, she decided to ‘inspect’ the manor and the rest of the occupants herself beforehand. Though Miss Alessa, to say the least was a youthful and eccentric woman, Aina had heard from her that Miss Amaryllis was quite her opposite in many terms. Ai was aware that Miss Amaryllis was only one of the girls staying at Blanchett and she hoped that they’d become, if not friendly enough, then good acquaintances on the whole duration of her living in this place. It had been a long while since she was in the company of someone who is of the same gender and age. Though she wasn’t dramatic enough to get female company as much as she longed to have, still she was enthusiastic to meet new girl friends.

Hakucho then took her to the grand observatory, and she was greatly amazed with what she saw. The room, to say the least was magnificent. She can definitely imagine herself staying at this area in the nearest future. Lost in the grandeur of the observatory she turned, a tad bit surprised, to her companion when he spoken on how this place was his favorite. Nodding absentmindedly, she watched him as he studied around. “I need to visit my d-... father later. Well, I won't be here in the evening, but I'm sure you can make acquaintances with the other tenants. "Well, I do not know where you wish to go, but if it pleases you, I will happily accompany you."

She suddenly felt guilty. She was probably disturbing him and he was too kind to not tell her on it. “I’m going to be fine!” She stated cheerily, pushing away negative thoughts and bowed gratefully to him. “Thank you so much, Hakucho-kun!” She quietly watched as he tied his hair and addressed her once again. “I must say, Aina-pyon, that you are quite the opposite of me in terms of appearance. You hair is black; your eyes are blue. . . You're female. Oh, and by the way; please call me Haku and not Hakuchō."

This time, she couldn’t help but laugh at his comment. “My hair is not black”, she stated randomly, amused with his yet again evident observation. “I’ll be glad to call you Haku-kun, Haku-kun!” She added, nodding as if to prove her point. Grinning, she looked around and as if abruptly struck with an epiphany, wondered out loud, “I’m going to see my room, Haku-kun. Thank you for the tour!” She cast him a beatific smile and started to walk merrily out of the observatory.

Coming out of the grand conservatory Aina was happily recalling Hakucho's smiling face. She was very glad that she met someone like him on her first day here. She could now imagine how kind the other people would possibly be. Would someone among them like art the way she liked it too? Or would there be someone who enjoyed being solitary just like Argy is sometimes? Unable to keep the blossoming smile off her face, she fondly shook her head. 'Haku-kun is a kind person', Ai thought. 'I hope to see him tomorrow!' Speaking of the boy, she was suddenly reminded that she had forgotten to ask him about the other tenants. It was not a big deal and she figured that would be the least of her concerns once she finally got settled at the manor but still it was nice to know in advance who she would be living with for the coming months or so. Aina stared at a painting nearby and concluded that she would try her best to find either the landlady or her niece later on. She had not informed them of her arrival yet and she knew it was somewhat impractical and rude. Looking around, she then continued walking. While Blanchett manor seemed big and kinda looming, Aina was able to perfectly remember the way to her room upstairs. It was besides Ms. Alessa's room on the second floor and she could distinctly recall the stairs leading to the attic next to it.

Her room. Aina grinned happily as she felt excited once again when she thought of the renovations her brothers did. She knew that it would be very entertaining to say the least. She could still remember the challenge that they have posed several hours ago and she was looking forward to those modifications. There would surely a replica of her bed from the Mansion of arts, a crafting table from where she can work on her projects and a thick curtain covering the window that was all the changes that she was certain of. Beyond that she couldn't guess and since her brothers did their best to be secretive about this plan of theirs as possibly as they could, she had no clue. Ai did not know what type of plan Axel and Argylle had under their sleeves but recalling the smug expressions on their faces, she had inkling that it would be something that she would truly be happy for.

'I think I'll just stay my room first' , she mused. She had two choices for her next plan for today actually. She was thinking that she could either stay on the bedroom all day or she could buy her usual stack of sweets as soon as she can before meeting the other occupants of the manor. After all she had researched the nearest convenience store at Blanchett manor months before. And based on that printed map that she brought with her, she figured that finding the said store would not be that hard. If there was one thing the blue-eyed girl was greatly obsessed with: it would be chocolates and candies. Lots and lots of sweet delicacies, in fact. She enjoyed eating candies and would most probably be able to consume her week’s worth of snack for just less than three days. After deciding for her next plans, she ended up with her first choice- not only was she giddy enough to see her room but she thought that it would be better for her to meet the others later on. 'During lunch or dinner maybe?' It was early in the morning after all and the black-haired girl was not that certain if they were still sleeping and taking their rest or lounging somewhere in the house. She mentally thanked Hakucho for welcoming her and family awhile ago. She was relieved that she did not have to disturb anyone else. She knew how noisy the bodyguards have been and because of that ruckus, she was grateful for the red-eyed boy. She was quite sure that if he did not immediately open the door for them, Argylle might have resorted to other quite... attention-grabbing methods that she would rather not willingly share.

Walking rather leisurely, she noted the surroundings and the decorations that she passed by. Everything looked classy. She studied the different arts as she go along and could not help but get inspired with an idea for her next art project. It was so like Aina to think about art related topics. There was something about artistic works that fascinated the girl. She had been so engrossed with staring at every decoration she could come across that she was more than a tad bit surprised to see the main door in front of her.

She wryly shook her head and turned to the stairs on the right side, totally focused on getting to the second floor only to see a brown-haired man struggling to walk upstairs carrying a luggage in his hands. She searched around and noticed the rest of his things deposited at a corner of the foyer. Immediately deciding to help, she decided to get his attention. "Hello mister!" Aina started with her voice a little louder than normal just in case he was not able to hear her. She had actually thought that she was the last of the tenants but it seemed that she was mistaken. Even then, she would do her best to help him. 'How many tenants does this manor have?' She approached him and continued speaking, “Can I help you? I'm Aina, one of the new tenants here. Are these yours?" He was obviously a newcomer like her and though she didn't know where his room was, she wanted to extend the same courtesy that she received from Haku-kun towards him as well.

One. Two. Three. Pull. Joseph’s right eye squinted in a wince as the suitcase let out a light thump, landing onto the next step. It wasn’t particularly powerful, but the young man had set himself high expectations for subtlety. To even attempt silence with such a weighted bag meant a long, tedious process, but it would be worth it if it allowed him to move his possessions in peace. It was a plan, but as with all things in the universe, that didn’t mean it would work out.

It came less than a minute in—the sudden sound of voices drawing nearer—a male and a female, it seemed. It was coming from upstairs. Attempting to twist his head around, the distraction caused him to lose control mid-glance, the suitcase slipping sharply down a couple of steps and sending a jagged pain to cut into his right shoulder as the load almost pulled him to the ground. Struggling to regain the bag’s control, he was currently straddled across the entire width of the stairwell. This was a problem. Blocking their path would likely mean that he would be asked to move, be dictated by etiquette to answer questions about who he was, which room he was staying in… It was far too time-consuming. Joseph concluded that he would have to sacrifice his stealth, at least for the moment, and so ignoring the throb of pain pushing down his arm, he picked up his pace, heaving the load cacophonously up toward the landing in a series of ungraceful bumps and thuds.

He made it just in time. A young man and woman passed him without incident, the two of them too involved in their own personal interactions to notice the dark-haired figure pressed discretely out of the way. It appeared that the male was leaving, but such an observation seemed largely irrelevant at this point. Leaning against the railing, Joseph’s weight sandwiched the bag momentarily in place, his left hand crossing over his chest to press its fingers into his right deltoid, air hissing a bit through his teeth as he rolled his joint in a vertical 360-degrees. It felt like a minor strain, nothing that the passage of time couldn’t heal, but that didn’t prevent it from being a major annoyance in the moment. Puffing out a couple expectant lungfuls of air, Joseph’s hand gripped again onto the handle and began dragging the weight up the stairs toward the next floor. Dwelling on the matter served no practical purpose. It was his own fault. He would just have to pay more attention next time… although, ideally, there would not be a next time. Ideally, he would drop off this bag, repeat his process with the next three and be finished… without complication. However, with so many residents, the odds were against him. Apparently.

It was a third voice. Female. Very close. Joseph was slow to turn, this time, first making sure that he had proper grip on the suitcase. His eyes scanned automatically, and rather unsubtly, over her—short, dark hair, very blue eyes, etc.—but his expression did not register any particular reaction to what he saw. It was like making a record and then filing it immediately away without review. That usual change—that shift in comfort—on a person’s face when someone goes from being a stranger to an acquaintance: That didn’t happen, but he didn’t appear particularly displeased to see her, either. She was simply there, another element to process and adapt to. Stepping down a couple of stairs so that the bag was now in front of him, Joseph allowed its weight to lean back against his shins so that it freed up his hands for the time being. Apparently, her name was Aina. She probably expected his name in return. “Joseph,” he reached out his hand in the traditional show of courtesy, eye twitching slightly at the pang that flew into it. It was distracting in the moment, yes, but his attention never fully moved away from her. It was so steady that it had the potential to be unsettling for some. They might wonder what he was thinking, but “observing” or “hypothesizing” might have been more precise verbs.

“They are mine, but I do not immediately see how you could help me,” he spoke in a tone that was entirely matter-of-fact. It was neither humorous nor condescending. “Your build suggests that you do not possess any especial physical strength.” He continued to stare at her, but not at any particular part of her, the lack of focus in his eyes seeming to suggest that a decent portion of his attention was directed inward on his own thought process, “Although… visual appearance is a notoriously inaccurate indicator for many things…” Suddenly, Joseph blinked, and his own blue gaze honed in behind his dark, plastic frames, now fully connecting with hers. “Do you feel like you actually could help me, or are you simply compelled by courtesy to offer?” His head tilted slightly, as if examining her more closely, this time, but again, his delivery: completely flat. He didn’t seem to realize or care that, on face value, that his words might have seemed sarcastic or even entirely rude, perhaps. After all, in spite of appearances, Joseph was genuinely interested in her response, as it seemed, to him, a reasonable question. His shoulder was giving him trouble, so if she was capable of offering him assistance, it would be irrational to refuse her, even if he had initially hoped to move alone. On the other hand, if she could not or did not truly wish to help him, finding out now would likely prevent both of them from wasting more time.

Aina smiled at his reply. She turned to him and took his outstretched hand, shaking it as firmly as she could. Just like how Axel had thought her to. Her more vocal older brother had never failed to remind her to keep her cool and be as professional towards possible business partners or as accommodating as she could in front of a new face. First impressions would normally last after all. Studying the man in front of her, she had one dominant impression about him. Joseph… as what he had introduced himself seemed very detached. He spoke bluntly and she had a distinct feeling that he is quietly assessing her as they currently conversed. Not that she minded. She knew that it was the most natural and usual thing a person would do to somewhat they had recently met.

Staring at his blue-eyes, the black-haired girl couldn’t help but compare him to Haku-kun. Haku-kun was the first tenant that she met after all and while Haku-kun exhibited the same aura of detachment much like Joseph-san did, there was a distinct difference between the two. Hakucho… is gentler and perhaps had more warmth compared to the black-haired man in front of her. Though she was not implying that he was mean or terrible… this was just based on her assumptions about him. Joseph had shorter hair and somewhat a direct to the point personality. He actually reminded Aina of those persons who seemed rational and calculating of their every action. Still though, she decided not to wholly judge his personality based on their initial meeting. She was never the type to be skeptic towards other people and she wouldn’t dare start today, especially on her first day here.

As she listened to his comments, she honestly didn’t feel insulted in any other way or form. In fact, she silently agreed with him. She didn’t know how she could be of help in carrying his luggage. And if she had been another girl, she would have probably inwardly been berating herself for daring to volunteer into something she was certainly not going to be helpful. She didn’t like to be called delicate. But with the way she had grown up, cared for and duly protected by her two older brothers; she had gotten used to the security and safety of their influence. Which is why aside from minor exercises here and there, she was not the one you could call strong, athletic or any other terms related to the two mentioned. She loved creating artistic projects not things like those and will probably be the physically weakest person out there. Her occurring clumsiness was the viable proof to this. But seeing that Joseph had a lot of luggage to bring to his room, Aina had truly wanted to be of help. She didn’t know how but she finally decided that if he would let her, she’d do anything she could.

“Do you feel like you actually could help me, or are you simply compelled by courtesy to offer?” She shook her head and let out a slight smile. “It’s nice meeting you, Joseph.” She decided to her usual addendum of drop the Japanese suffix just in case he wasn’t fond of it before she continued, “I, I think I’ll agree that I wouldn’t be much help. I’m quite weak just as you assumed.”-here she couldn’t help but blush. She looked down and deliberated for her next words. It was amusing to hear her offering physical help when she was the type of person who wasn’t able to do manual labor all her life but that would not deter her from her current goal. “But I want to be of help! You look like you had a lot of things and I think it’ll be easier if there is two of us,” she said seconds later. She smiled at him again and waited for his reaction before she optimistically suggested. “I have a suggestion. Don’t you think it would be easier if we carry the opposite sides of your luggage? I can’t possibly carry one whole bag by myself but I think it will be easier to go upstairs if we do this.”