Life

[Flashback]

".....Aimi! Wake up!"

"....mother?" I saw my mother that day.

"It's getting late. You forgot of your concert today?"

"huh?...I had one?"

I hurriedly wore clothes... I didn't knew what was happening.. I looked in the mirror.

I grasped, "I'm... beautiful.. was I always like this?"

"AIMI! LETS MOVE!" Papa said excitedly.

"Father..? Father!" I saw my father that day... I went with him to the stage.. to the hall..

"..And here begins, the middle school dance competition...!"

"...Aimi! We are rooting for you!" My father shouted from the crowd.

I was nervous. What is going on? I went to the stage, my hands and legs moved. It was if I was attached to a string. I saw a black figure in the crowd.

"....?" A sudden silence took in.

sfx: gunshots

"AIMI! GET DOWN!" my mother shouted, I couldn't see her. One by one, everybody got shooted by that black figure..

"Mama! Pa...papa?" my eyes got horrified. I witnessed the The Middle School massacre that day. I ran outside the hall, I ran...ran and..ran.

"Your days are to be over." One man said.

"She looks quite young, good for the market eh?" Another said..equipped with a gun.

"HYA!" I was grabbed by another man.

This happened at night, and suddenly, I woke up again.

"Aimi! You're late!" Mama said.

"...what?" I questioned...

Papa was excited once again, I went to hall again...and suddenly it's as if I knew everything.. I was suddenly taken by two men.

Night came again...

"This day... I saw it 7 times already.."

"Aimi?...?" My mom questioned.

"Weird kids... You're late for school Aimi, get ready!" My mom said it, 8th time...

"To get killed? Fine." I sighed. My emotions were robbed off me.

We went to the stage again.. day repeated. But this time-

It kept going, until the 12 year old me was frustrated..

"NO MORE!" I grabbed a knife, and stabbed the man..

There was it. My first kill. I didn't care. The day will repeat right? Break me up. I don't care. This day will come again. I will kill more.

Clock striked past 12am, a new day came. I was shocked.

"...what?" It's as if I saw the sun for the first time.

With my family killed, and myself robbed off everything.. I wandered in the streets.. it was until in the adoption center I was taken by this old gentleman.

"Ahah! What a fine lady! May I take her? My son needs good of a sister. A caretaker. Death of his mother has saddened the boy." The man spoke in a gentle voice.

"What's your name, good maiden?" Man asked.

"A-....Aimi..." I spoke, nervously.

"Good good! My son's a failure ha! Make sure to teach him food manners, and be a good sister of his!" He laughed.

We arrived at this big mansion.

I wasnt used to this new lifestyle, I knew my worth isn't here. I was taken for a purpose. It must be to satisfy somebody. Why would else be a small girl with no parents be adopted?

"H-hi, I-i...I'm R-...y.." the young boy stuttered.

The man laughed "Haha! Son, this is our new maid, to respect your mother, I couldn't take her in as a daughter. I'm sorry. But I shall make sure to treat her as just your sister! Are you happy, son?"

"I- um yea-" the boy seemed nervous.

I gave him a frank smile.

Years passed by, I was 15. He was 17. He had to go abroad, for studies.

"Father, WHY?"

"LISTEN..SON. this is a phase all boys must go through. Japan isn't built for my son! You always gotten bullied here, and with your father's reputation, you never led a normal life!" He said while crying.

"Father .." tears ran of the boys tears.

"Um.. best of luck.." I said, with a nervous voice.

He ignored my words, and cried and hugged his father. After all these years, I was reminded. I'm an adopted maid, not a daughter. A maid for service. Not love. But even so, I was grateful. To have found a family that accepted me. And I was grateful, to have found a way, to pass each day.

I didn't think much of it; a son just was forced to study abroad right?

It was empty. The big mansion, with a dying father, an old man with empty eyes. "My son shan't see me like this." He died, just like that.

During these years, I observed every bits of their lives, I had nothing else to do. I was a mere maid. I had no family left, that boy always treated me like a sister. Even though, the other maids were quite jealous of me.

"Fix the vase!" "You slut? God knows what you must have done, no family? Must've been you who killed them!" That's what the other maids said.

"I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to say that, miss." The boy said, even with a nervous and weak voice, the maids, feared him.

I knew, power is what controls the world. That day, when my parents were killed, it was due to the power of violence. Now, when I was saved, it was due to the power of superiority.

What a sigh...

I was told to recieve this one master, who has inherited the mansion from this dying man, at the airport. I wasn't expecting anything.

When I came over, I saw not a distinguished nobleman who is corrupted and filthy, but rather, I saw an average person, with an average life. His eyes were filled with sorrow yet hope. I was expecting nothing, yet when I saw him, my expectations for expecting were exceeded.

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I came to my senses. That was over a while ago. Right here, infront of me, is what I desire. It's time, to move away from having my loved ones killed, to killing the ones who kill my loved ones.

It's not a hassle, anymore, right? Because, I have this trick, to pass the day.

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"I will... accept your offer." I said to Ryou-kun, the Young Master, who is lying on my thighs, and I do not let him go.

"So then.."