Crashing and cluttering in the kitchen down the corridor from the servants' quarters awoke Maka. Groaning she pushed up from her bed and looked around. The youngest of the staff were still sound asleep, their bodies not acquired to the early rising and work filled days quite just yet. She looked to her side to see that Tsubaki was already gone, probably helping out in the kitchen, and her guilt for almost missing yesterdays breakfast compelling her to get up so early.
Maka placed her bare feet onto the cold floor, clutching her knees to her chest as she yawned before scrubbing at her face to rid herself of any sleep dust. At least, she had always told the youngsters stories of tiny mystical creatures which flew all over the world putting people to sleep using sleep dust, ensuring that they had peaceful dreams. Strangely enough, even the elder members would hang around while she told these stories, seeming to enjoy how she spun her words on thin sparkly threads, coating the children's minds with a small barrier against the harshness of reality. Of course, Maka knew darker stories which had been asked for but she reframed from telling most of them.
Maka searched for her hopefully dry clothes, having cleaned them the night before, and with some luck they were completely dry when she tracked them down on a small hanger. Slipping out of her thin ragged night gown she quickly changed into her usual clothing. She grabbed the two thin elastics; she had the same ones that she used when she still lived with her father, and quickly style her hair. She had let her hair dry naturally without being in its usual night buns so when she had it up into pigtails she still had a rather large wave to the hair, some pieces curling gently, but they would drop out by the end of the day.
Maka had been deliberately focusing intently on her morning routine just so she wouldn't have to remember her tasks for the day. But, alas, her routine was pretty short so as she walked out of the door and down the hall her mood plummeted, her aura darkening. Maybe she should have waked Rini up just so she could chew off her hear then and not regret leaving her be.
Sighing, Maka walked into the kitchen only to be hit with the delicious sent of fresh baked bread. Aimlessly Maka wandered towards the main source and stood staring at the bread roles of succulent heavenly goodness. Maka drew in the smell, desire coursing trough her towards her empty stomach.
"You seem happy this morning," Sid commented, drawing Maka from her daze in which she was biting into the plump roles. She blinked over her shoulder and grinned menacingly. Sid laughed as he was called to the other end of the kitchen but not before he tapped the raven haired girl who after a second spun over to Maka smirking.
Maka looked at her, her stomach growling as if it was answering itself. "Not at all."
Tsubaki huffed, taking one of the roles from the tray. She offered it to Maka who sceptically examined the role. Tsubaki rolled her eyes and forced the role into Maka's hand giving her a wink. "You need your strength if you're going to do one of the main bedroom's then help with the dinner preparations."
Maka's mood, which had risen considerably when she had bit into the fluffy bun, plunged to the centre of the earth. "Don't remind me. Are the Evans' demanding another fine meal or are they reducing the fancy expectations?"
Tsubaki shook her head at Maka's tone. "You really should mind what you say Maka." Maka huffed through her nose, looking around the kitchen. "And yes, they have asked for their usual standard and nothing too extravagant."
Muttering to her self Maka twirled a baby knife in her hands, "Maybe they don't wish to impress those women due to their argument at dinner."
"What?" Tsubaki eyes the possible weapon in Maka's hands wearily. She was twirling it skilfully though it seemed to be an absentminded reaction to her annoyance and
Tsubaki worried that Maka may hurt herself... Or anyone else for that matter, Tsubaki thought quietly as she slipped the knife from Maka's hands receiving a puzzled look from the blonde girl. "Shouldn't you go and get a head start on the young master's room? I'm sure he will be up any moment."
"How would you know that?"
"Because," Tsubaki began, picking up a cheese greater, "I heard from Risa that the young master has been encouraged to take the young lady in the guest wing out for a walk around the beautiful gardens." Tsubaki studied Maka's reaction intently.
"Oh," Maka breathed. That meant she may get away with cleaning his room and getting back into the servants wing before he gets back. Perfect, Maka thought relieved.
"Uh-huh," Tsubaki said, noticing Maka's spaced out expression. She bumped Maka with her hip. Maka blinked up at Tsubaki and smiled ruefully.
"When did Risa say that the young Master would be up?"
"Uhhh…" Tsubaki hummed thoughtfully, "About now?" Maka rolled her eyes at her friend's vagueness. Maka bid farewell to Tsubaki as she left, determined to get the Master bedroom cleaned before Soul could even see her smoke shadow.
By the time Maka had collected her things and reached the large doors of Soul's room her confidence had diminished to the side of her shoes. She stood there, listening for any movement at all in the room she now faced. My the guardians of the spirit world smile upon me, Maka gave a silent prayer.
Slowly, Maka creaked open the door and peered inside curiously. None seemed to be present but upon entering Maka made a resistive decision to check the music room before starting. It was still dark inside the quite room, so dark it took Maka's eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden dimness. She stepped inside and wondered per to the black grand piano. It s condition was impeccable, as if only recently bought but Maka could just make out a silver plaque with a name and date written upon it. It's almost antique, Maka thought, lightly running her finger tips across the key guard. Maka's hand halted where it brushed the cool polished wood. She should get to work for she couldn't be sure when Soul would be back.
She hurried from the room and began to strip the late bed of its covers. Once again, her mind began to wonder but it took an unusual turn. Rather than remembering how she had come to be in this situation, or how she was going to help Tsubaki who she had made promise not to leave again without her, it spiralled down a road of unexplored territory.
Maka had never immersed herself in the idle gossip involving the family of which she served, though she couldn't deny that she was interested in them, but now her mind was drawing deep inside of itself searching for something. Maybe it was because she was cleaning the youngest Masters room, but Maka had a creeping urge to understand why his room was always dark, why he was never mentioned before, why he was... Like he was when she first met him, though the memory still made her face hot with embarrassment. His strange question bubbled to the surface of her pool of knowledge, echoing in her head; "Why aren't you afraid?" Why wasn't I afraid? Other in her position would have been at the sight of his swirling bloody eyes, his predictor like teeth, and his sharp gaze. His strange appearance... Why did it stir a familiar sense inside her? She frowned. A muddled memory fell before her glazed eyes but it was like seeing through a thick layer of fog. Mom...?
Maka hadn't many memories of her mother, her only being a child when she had left, so every memory of her Maka treasured dearly. Maka was shaking, breathing hard as she closed her eyes, forcing her mind to delve deeper into the fog. But she couldn't go any further. She was rooted to the floor and the air around her tightened, restricting her breathing, as she struggled. Mom! Mom!
Gasping, Maka opened her eyes. She was on her hands and knees, her breathing irregular, her body suddenly cold. She leaned back to sit on her feet only to glance around like she had never seen the room before. Maka shook, struggling to stand on her feet. I have to get out... She looked around. She had yet to return the mass of music records its assigned shelf. Luckily, just before her weird memory lapse she had completed scrubbing the floor, so counting herself blessed she quickly set to sorting out the music into piles and wiping the down. I only filed these away yesterday, Maka mentally sighed disapprovingly. It's almost like the young Master was deliberately messing up his room just to annoy her. Maka rolled her eyes at her own absurd thoughts. I promised that I wasn't to be assigned this room again so why would he make more mess deliberately? It's not like he did it just on the odd chance I was stuck with his room again...
Maka stood wiping herself down, giving the now light filled room a approving job before going to collect her things. Maka, pleaded to be done and anxious to leave to get some air, floated over to the door. She reached for the handle and it gave a silent turn... But Maka wasn't doing it. Maka quickly withdrew her hand, taking a few light steps back to avoid the swing of the heavy door as Soul stepped inside. Soul looked up just as he took his first step and for a brief moment he was surprised to see the frozen blonde. The moment passed and a signature smirk settled upon his lips.
Maka's last thoughts before the Soul took another step towards her, his eyes alight with mischief, was; did I replace the towels in the bathroom?