What did the woman want? Her sister had requested to see someone in this manor. there was no real reason that Makoto could think of, but she didn't fight it. Dessed in her normal clothes; a butler's uniform with a hat upon her head, she waited her sister's every need. Step by step, they walked towards the large building, when her sister finally pressed the button. As was usual, Makoto looked like a boy beneath the gleaming light outside. A rather pleasant glow on her, but nothing compared to the radiance of her sister. the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen was that woman. Her heart lurched with a silent jealousy, but was overpowered by the sweet treats of happiness. Even if she, herself couldn't be beautiful, she would be willing to give every ounce of beauty she had, to that gorgeous woman in the bright cyan dress formed to her elegant body.

A sigh of contentness and Makoto followed at a distance. A smile so soft and sad and a stab of pain. She felt, so lonely. Every morning she compared not at all to the wonderful woman that was her sister. Yet, Makoto, could hear the sweet scents of her own happiness that covered her fully. She enjoyed waiting on her sister's every movement and need. No matter how guilty her sister felt, Makoto was there to back her up. Instead of her sister ruining her beautiful fingers, Makoto rapped on the door, "Yukizane." She spoke clearly as if someone were right on the otherside of the door. Her sister's hand fell on her shoulder before she stepped forward, waiting for the door to open.

"Visitors...hush."

His words pierced the words of those voices as he slowly arose from his position. Upon hearing a voice, he recognized the name in an instant. The Nagashi family was well known through the noble families, however, they too, knew of all the noble families. Sadly enough, even those in hiding. Like a rip had been generated, a sonic like boom echoed from his position.

With what seemed like moments a sound erupted from the other side of the door. That sound would be known to all shinigami as a Shunpo. Directly after the sound would have reached the ears of those around, the door would slide open gently. Eyes of raw cold, yet some how oddly gentle, brow pierced the man before him. He was much shorter then himself, but he cared not. Simply, he did not address this man, instead, spoke directly to the radiance of beauty before him. With out notice, before his words could escape the light red lather of his lips, one of his knees buckled to land on the ground. Inejiro was well versed in Japanese, Chinese, and other cultures as to how Servants address Heirs of other houses. For the most part, they were all fairly similar.

With his head now lowered, he spoke in what seemed like a humble soft tone.

"Lady Yukizane. I apologize, Lady Nakimana has not returned from her venture. Is there anything I may assist with, Lady Yukizane?"

His voice seemed to pierce the world's silence as he stayed on one knee before her. His focus forgetting that there was even another male in the vicinity.

"Lady Yukizane. I apologize, Lady Nakimana has not returned from her venture. Is there anything I may assist with, Lady Yukizane?"

Miyoko smiled softly at the man, chuckling at his kneeling. "Such manners! I am thoroughly impressed. I suppose I can just wait for her to return." Her eyes gleamed a moment. "For now, I will just help myself to the restroom." Her eyes were upon Makoto, curious. "Play nice while I'm gone. Smile sweetly, my little Truth." Her voice laughed kindly. The woman with black hair cascading to her waist would walk down the halls. Just as Makoto went to follow, however Miyoko quickly interrupted. "Stay here, Makoto. Play nice with the nice servant man, there. I will be back in a little while."

"I a-ah. As you wish, mistress." Her head bowed and Makoto sighed heavily, looking at the man who ignored her precense. It was a moment she realized truly how unattractive she was. Compared to her sister she was coal while her sister was the gorgeous refinery of diamond; flawless and true. At least, that's how Makoto saw it.

Was she staring? Makoto hadn't realized. The eyes of the night sky were never-ending with the flickers of golden flecks that were stars there. Her eyes closed and she sighed softly. It was time to attempt to speak and yet as she opened her mouth- she squeaked and shut it. Words were out of reach and she couldn't figure out how to talk to the man. It seemed she was lucky that Yukan was sleeping for the time. She was having enough troubles trying to refrain from bursting out in a frustrated blush. "A-ah. Y-You sir.. what is your name?" She tried, for the first time, to make a conversation that might end well.

"Of course, Lady Yukizane."

As soon as she passed his massive body rose to his full height. He was now at his full six feet tall. With his momentary lapse of thought, he could hear those voices echo through his mind. They talked of things he didn't wished to listen to. For it, he simply ignored them. The white shirt he wore with the emblem of the Nagashi family seemed to stand ever so still to the world. But then again, so too did his mop of black unruly hair. That blood red band around his forehead would lead several to believe he was a mischievous sort of person. As he felt suddenly a strange feeling. He then realized there was still a boy standing there before him. He didn't speak to the boy as he started towards the shower area. His right hand lifted to essentially beckon him to follow.

After he'd reach to the shower area he'd untie his shirt and allow the silken threads to gently slip off his sides and back. This revealed his well toned body with bandages around his waist and abs. Moving his right hand to the bandage, he gently started to unravel it as he started to speak.

"Kira. You may address me as Kira. I am of the Noble Nagashi family. yourself?"

He didn't realize his voices wasn't that of a man, but then again he did look like a small boy to Inejiro. As the bandages were finally off he could feel the breeze across that part of his body. He kept that part well under bandages for reasons he hasn't told anyone. His past was quite interesting to say the least. His right hand would grip the tie around his waist as he'd pull it. This would cause his silken Makutabi type pants to fall. He'd lean for a moment over which would put the boy's view, if he followed in, directly on to his hind quarters. Though, Inejiro knew him as a him, or at least that's what he saw.

Finally he'd fully taken off all the bandages, clothes, and even the band around his head. After folding them, his body would bring to the shower as his hands turned it on. Why was he showering? well, he hadn't showered yet today. It was something one does, and right now, he needed to. Taking the soap in his hands, he gently caressed his body, lathering it up to be hosed down with the water. All the while, he'd listen to the boy speak to him, and answer his questions. Though, he'd never initiate the conversation.

The man was rather silent. The bulk of a man that towered over Makoto's sort of short height. It was intimidating in the least. However, she felt not so much fear as curiosity. A person's personality was what defined them, and their past that defined the personality. He was obviously rather handsome, but then again, Makoto wasn't a woman who was too picky in what she found handsome. A bit naive, it was a real common thing she could find appeal in just about any man. Yukan usually worked to further that idea. Her heart beat rose a moment, thinking he was going to speak, but he wouldn't.

The man motioned her to follow, so without argue, she did. She wasn't going to be cruel to the man. No, he seemed nice enough, and she liked nice people! Her legs, built well for movement, followed him closely and not close enough to be breathing down his neck. She didn't want to be alone in this world, not at this place anyways. "Kira. You may address me as Kira. I am of the Noble Nagashi family. yourself?"

A noble? Why was a noble a servant? Though, Makoto really wasn't one to talk about that, since she TOO was technically a rich made poor circumstance. She rolled the thought over her head and smiled. "Kira?" A strike of shyness overtook her once more. "A-Ah. M-Me? I am Yukizane, Makoto." Her eyes closed as she smiled; blocking of the walls of night sky and the returning to see the man.. stripping. A-ah.. oh my.. She should turn away, but she found herself hypnotized. A glutton for punishment. It had been a shower room she had been taken, either because she smelled, or because he wanted to continue to talk. She wasn't sure which, but the latter proved rather uncertain as he didn't talk much anyways.

There was utter silence. A train wreck, that was all Makoto could describe it as-s She saw his ass high in the air for a minute. Oh God, kill me now. She squirmed and wormed mentally. Oh, she couldn't take this torture. Dear lord, this man was naked. He was naked and showering in front of her. Turn away! Turn away! 'Haha! You pervert! You're still watching!' The moment her thoughts had strayed from yukan, the blade roared to life in her head. Pleasant imagery playing, before the young miss would scream. her hands slapped over her face and she turned to run out with an apology. unfortunately, the wall was there to break her get-away. SMACK! face first into the wall, then she fell on the ground.

The hands covering her face were leaking small bits of blood. She coughed and hacked a moment, wheezed and then groaned in a momentary lapse of unconsciousness. Damn that Yukan! He ruins everything! 'I can hear you, you know,' the voice taunted as Makoto proceeded to have an out of spiritual body experience. "Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry!" She whispered in an almost-chant, hoping this man wouldn't kill her.

"Are you alright Miss?"

Arms. Warm arms had looped around Makoto and saved her most of her fall. She still concussed slightly, but it wasn't nearly as bad. Her eyes showed disorientation at his words. Oh, right.. she'd screamed. That meant, he now knew. He knew she was a girl and yet- Oh God! He was still naked. His naked body had touched hers?! Her heart hammered heavily and blood dripped more from her nose. Images! The images!

Yukan chuckled at his evildoings. The soft voice that cooed her to do wrong.. to touch him or maybe more-

"YUKAN!" She screamed at her blade, jumping slightly at the loudness of her own shout. Her eyes opened as she turned to look at this kind man. Kind. Yes he had saved her from hitting the ground and she, she was so grateful. A glint in her starry eyes danced before she closed them and nodded to him. She was fine, but she couldn't figure out how to work her jell-o legs. His face was drenched.. his eyes on hers though not framed with any emotion they were still so.. so-

Attractive?' The voice interrupted her with spiraling thoughts once more. The dumb blade she hated so much. The perversions of everything natural and not. You just want me to have sex with anything that moves. 'Not true! I don't give you thoughts about sex with cats.' Immediately Makoto thought that over and was disgusted. 'See! You thought of that all on your own!' I hate you, Yukan. "I-I-I-am fi-fine." She bumbled with a red face. Removing one hand from her face, she waved, though blood still dripped. "I-I am SOOOO Sorry, Kira-sama!"

A soft look was followed by a soft touch of his hand. The young woman stared at him with her midnight skies before she gave a shaky breath. It was hard to breath, when your mind was all a wild jumble. Her chest felt tight and she wondered if it was from her bindings being way too tight for her bosoms. It was all good, she could control it all.

"Do not apologize. You've not damaged the property. You've nothing to apologize for."

She smiled warmly at this kind man, who seemed not to care in the slightest that he was naked in front of some woman she didn't know. 'Ooo tough, strong and mysterious~ Isn't that your type, Mako-chan?' Her hands flew to her face in misery. One moment, just one moment would be nice to share with a human being! One that didn't get soiled by the thought of Relations. 'I never mentioned that much. You came up with that, on your own!' He cackled at her disorientation as inwardly Makoto screamed to the heavens.

Soon he was back in the shower, rinsing off the blood she probably sprayed on his body. Gross. GROSSSSS! She felt disgusted with herself because of it. She was torturing this poor man! Or at least that was how she saw it. 'He seems like the type who would like torture. It's all good, he'll get you back some day. Maybe he'll tie you down and-.' Damare! Damare, kono orokana burēdo! She shouted at him. He only chuckled. As he was quieting, she could see the man back to her side, gripping her shoulder and whispering ('sweet nothings') in her ear. Her voice cracked a bit and she could barely think straight.

"You should wear proper clothes. You'd look much more attractive then you do in a male's uniform. I believe we have a spare if you'd like to try it on."

A-ah? "Nani?!" She shouted in surprise. Her eyes wide on her face while her whole body shook. He had returned to finishing his process of getting dress. Kill me now. She silently prayed before managing to close her eyes and walk (crawl) over to him. Trying to ignore that incessant jackass in her head, she would begin to slowly wrapping the man's legs. Her eyes focused to stare hard at the calves. "L-Let me h-help you." She of course wasn't being perverted, as odd as she looked.

"Arigato, Utsukushī josei."


A-Ah?! Ara-? B-beautiful?! Her cheeks were the color of roses, that budded upon her soft cheeks. The midnight sky of her eyes sparkled a bit with the soft love and affection of a compliment. Makoto- She was so rarely complimented. Tears formed in her eyes and she had to swallow a lump in her throat. tears of joys from something as fleeting as a casual positive word. Even if it WAS in a foreign language, she understood it. Her heart stopped a second and she looked up at him. A sort of grateful shine, a scrap of food to a child on the brink of dying from starvation. The gentle smile that glimmered with a gentle crystal leak that traced her cheek. Such joy that overflowed in the slightness. Do you think so? In all honesty? 'He just thought you were a man, a moment ago..'

Makoto didn't mind, as she finished wrapping the man's chest. Chest wrapping came natural for her. Her smooth actions so swift and easy. As she finished, she stood to her feet and smiled. A job well done! She felt a tinge of her fiery pride and forgot her emotional moment.

Afterwards, the man was having her follow. Where was she going? Her eyes took in all and gave nothing, while she toddled after the man. Where was he leading her? She didn't know this place, or these people. At last, they reached another room, where he spoke once more.

"Please, help this woman look for a suitable female assistant uniform. Preferably from the Natured Servant collection."

Ah- What? Makoto was caught and dragged into the abyss of the room. Like a nightmare, she had no control, as the woman dragged her into the room and did horrible stuff to her. This horrible stuff was what nightmares were made of! the woman stripped Mako down and with quick precision sliced the bandages on her chest. A sudden and audible gasp erupted from the girl. Whether or not it was pleasurable, she couldn't tell over the panic she felt pulsing through her body. She was soon pulled into a new uniform.

Her body in a dress as the woman chatted, she would soon be pushed out of the room. Disoriented, Makoto sort of blinked drowsily and looked around. She was utterly confused and she shouted in surprise as her maid-friend snatched the hat off of Mako's very head. She whirred to yell at her, but she found herself staring at Ine. A scarlet color was on her face and she couldn't help but let out a shy whimper of confusion. "A-ah.. h-hello.. a-again."

Ine gazed upon the woman as she exited the room. His eyes rested upon her very being as that usual foxy smile crossed his cheeks. It's steady feature would bring solace to most women and some men. His eyes closed gently as his head tilted back just slightly. Though, this part only lasted a moment. He soon let his eyes open and his head return to a standard position as he analyzed the girl's outfit. He noted the gentle white frills that were laid across the dress and neck piece. He found these objects suitable for her, while he gazed upon her upper torso he found the nearly skin tight black cloth to also be acceptable upon her figure. From the waist down, the frills seemed to overtake her body in a bell formation until it reached just above her knee. From there, a small frill upon black stockings lead down to a black shoe. From her hands to just above her elbow there shined a black silken set of gloves with white frills upon the end. He found this all to be perfect for the woman as he gently started to speak by parting those ever slightly plump lips.

"Most acceptable. It seems you've attained what most can not. It is obvious this uniform suits you quite a bit more then that old drab you wore upon arrival. I'm quite sure Lady Yukizane would approve as well."

After speaking he walked forward and rested a gentle yet firm hand upon her shoulder. His eyes became quite soft and giving, though only he knew he was lieing to her face. His faked emotions and giving nature would fool anyone, sometimes even himself.

"Do not allow yourself to deny your very existence as who you are. You are your own person. Do not be commanded by another to neglect your very self. I may be a servant to Lady Akahana, but I allow myself to retain the dignity of being a man, as you should, being a woman. Besides.." He leaned in for a moment and spoke with a soft voice directly before he ear. "You look ravishing, Utsukushī josei."

He'd then back away and allow her to decide what she'd do. New bandages would be issued as well as a brand new male uniform if she so decided to return to the other way. Though, in reality, even Ine preferred this look for her.

"Most acceptable. It seems you've attained what most can not. It is obvious this uniform suits you quite a bit more then that old drab you wore upon arrival. I'm quite sure Lady Yukizane would approve as well." Makoto held her hand tight towards her stomach. She felt so naked without the cloth wrapping her bosoms, yet they were so tender, the nice cool air felt good on them. She shivered a bit. However, that didn't stop her from smiling at the man. A look with such gratitude; a homeless person given a meal for the first time in days. This man, was so nice to her! His smile was so warm, it simply overwhelmed her! She felt another crystal drop fall from her cheeks.

"You mean it?" She asked softly, her eyes closed, while she wiped at the cheek. His hand rested on her shoulder and he seemed to be happy for her. Whether it was pity or truth, she didn't care. Makoto didn't think too far into that sort of thing. If he seemed happy, then he was too.


"Do not allow yourself to deny your very existence as who you are. You are your own person. Do not be commanded by another to neglect your very self. I may be a servant to Lady Akahana, but I allow myself to retain the dignity of being a man, as you should, being a woman. Besides.."

His breath licked at her ear. Makoto tensed completely and her eyes widened. A shiver ran down her spine and her face was soon red once more. "You look ravishing, Utsukushī josei." Makoto nearly fainted. Her heart raced so fast, she thought it would explode and in fact her jostled words became none as she simply fell limp and slumped over, against the man. her eyes closed. One of her spells had hit her and now, she was half draped over this man. Her eyes closed, while she slept upon him, with he bosoms separated by his leg. Her cheek rested on his knee and her arms, limply rested around his leg.