New Household

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Misaki

Timeline: Current, earth, ULCU
Characters: Misaki PoV

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It is so strange, when one manages to find means to settle into a new household, or at the very least, they do try to find means to settle into a new household. However temporary that might be. Certainly he does not think to allow me to live here forever? While I do understand that this seems to be repayment for saving his life, allowing me simply to leave the Shiroshinrei household was more than enough to repay that much. Maybe it is best I begin at the beginning?

The day had started as all other days tend to, an early start, at the very least an hour or two before the sun was to rise to begin the preparations for the breakfast. There were more than one things to prepare, the Master ate a full breakfast shortly after the sunrise and the Mistress ate hers, something light but filling, normally around eight or nine.

Breakfast was brought to the Master’s room where it was served with what he calls a side dish of pleasure, something I never have been able to grow used to yet it happens every single morning. With his breakfast eaten and his pleasure gotten, it is back to the kitchen to finish the Mistress’s breakfast so it can be brought to her for something of a repeat of the Master’s breakfast. A meal with a side dish of pleasure. There is no pleasure to be had when you are forced to wander back and forth between the bed of your keepers. Those details I sadly have to keep to myself.

After breakfast the chores are simple and usually varied depending on those who are within at the time. It is when lunch came about that things came to a rather abrupt change. Panic abound, rumours and hushed tones about a poisoning and I find myself within the Master’s room to see to what seems to be yet another case of poisoning. I do wish the Mistress would change her means if she really did wish to off the Master. Far from me thoughts such as these however, merely a statement.

Seeing to a counter-poison is by then far too easy as the Mistress severely lacks originality when it comes to these, they are the same every single time and I have learned to keep the countering agent not far in my room. Once the Master was seen to once again, I was about to head back to my station for the rest of my chores when I rather found myself asked for in another household. Another poisoning perhaps.

Herbs were packed, book of notes packed, a list of what needed done by what time frame handed down and explained to the rest of the maids and I was off again.

Certainly the ride there was some hours long as the Master’s household is not in the same city as where I was needed but that did matter little. Once there I took in the symptoms, took note of what might have been eaten and I simply prepared an antidote to the best of my abilities. That seen to, along with some extra left just in case, I wandered off on my way home to resume life as it should have been.

A couple of days after my visit beyond the walls of the Master’s home, I found myself punished for reasons I was not told. Some hours later, I then was told, by the Master’s youngest two daughters, women I can trust with me life, these two, that they were sending elsewhere, that I was being given my freedom but it would not be easy to get out of the house.

A mix of herbs set to paste that once ingested would slow down the heart, ease breathing to a near stop and fake death, a counter-agent to be given by whomever would see to my revival later on and a black car drive by the friend of a friend. Or at least, that was what I was told.

The first herbs were taken, my body laid to rest on my bed and I was pronounced dead, or I figure else I wouldn’t be where I am now. Then I imagine I was set to a bag in the black car but those are details I lack as when I next woke, I was in a foreign room, wrapped in a robe with, nearby, the man whose life I had saved but days before. What is it with wives and trying to poison their husbands?

There was a bonding ceremony not long after I came to be in this room, between the girls’ cousin, I had seen him but few times but he looked no different from what my memory served, and the young lady, unless I am mistaken, is the youngest child to the man whose house I now live in.

Else than the ceremony, it has been quiet. A time of healing though I see to the meals every day. It is a far cry from what I have been doing since I can remember but I am unsure as to what else I may have to do in the house to this day.

The man seems to be set on telling me I am free, that chores I might have been used to are not mine to do anymore. That is a complex request though I do try as I can. Still, if I can at the very least still keep to the cooking for as long as I may stay in this room then I might not ask for more. I clean what I can, my room is kept spotless.

The bruises are nearly all gone, the limp is no longer present though there still remains a vague ache in my ankle.

For now, I can do little else than sit and stare out the window. I ponder. How long until I have to find a place of my own? Will I be able to? I am a woman of no name, no papers and no certificates. To the world as it is now I do not exist. Certainly he must not want me to stay forever, it would make little sense. I dare not disturb him, ask him these questions, it wouldn’t be right.

He has been busy since I was brought in, seeing to things that have nothing to do with me and things I have no knowledge of. I leave him to his things though I do bring him his meals when the time about comes. What is second nature cannot be broken through and forgotten so very easily though I do try.