Post by Chaya Black on Jul 29, 2017 18:46:58 GMT
Stepping into the blistering heat, the young woman’s gaze darted across the broad expanse. Her greatest challenge was taking the next step in this extreme journey. Death awaited her if she overstepped her limits. Grasping her weapon firmly, the woman strode forward onto her battlegrounds, preparing for the battle of a lifetime….
“Hurry up and finish sweeping the sidewalk, girl!” The old man’s voice came from the diner inside, to which the girl whirled and shouted back loudly.
“You can’t rush genius, you old fart!”
Huffing loudly, the young maid set about sweeping the sidewalk quietly. A few of the neighbors greeted the girl, which she returned with a grin and curt response. She returned to her task, making quick work of the sidewalk. The blonde girl leaned the broom against her hip and looked towards the sky a second time. Now that she had been in the sun for a while, the heat wasn’t that bad after all. She grabbed the broom with a smirk and spun it up onto her shoulder in one motion. Task Numero Uno, finished!
“Are you Chaya Black?” A male voice spoke, causing the girl to pause in her step towards the small Chinese diner. A glance revealed the new voice to be a man in a black suit. The girl turned towards him, sneering at the taller man and stepping forward till she was just a hairsbreadth from his face.
“Huh?! Who’s asking?”
The man, to his credit, didn’t waver under the girl’s intense gaze and harsh words. At this moment, the girl looked less like a cute maid and more like a bully trying to steal lunch money. The man reached up with one hand, adjusting his black sunglasses.
“I’m the one asking questions here, girl. Are you- GUH!?” His speech ended in a gasp as the girl slammed the end of her broom up into his crotch. He went down, grasping at his groin, as the girl knelt next to him and spoke again.
“There’s more where that came from. Who sent you, buddy?” The girl grinned at him, but her eyes were hard and cold. A sudden honk drew the girl’s gaze up, as a huge vehicle stopped next to them. She could care less about the huge vehicle, or the entourage of men that strolled up on either side of the street. The neighbors from before had gone inside; they too could sense what the girl could, from inside the back seat of the huge limousine. An old man stepped out of the driver’s seat of the limo, strolling to the back. The twenty men who’d strolled up to the diner from either side took off their jackets in one motion. Laying them onto the sidewalk the maid had just swept, all knelt in reverence as the old butler opened the back door of the limo. A figure from within spoke softly, but her words carried an edge that the delinquent maid could feel.
“Anderson, is that the girl they call Maid Black?” The old man nodded, to which the figure laughed loudly. The loud, obnoxious sound pissed off the blonde maid, who rose to her feet. When she took a step forward, the two nearest men suddenly moved, drawing pistols and jabbing them into her temple and chest. The girl grinned, gripping her broom tightly in her leather-clad fist.
The figure shifted, sliding out of the vehicle. Chaya’s eyes widened as she recognized the hem of the blue and white dress; it was a design that was unmistakable. As the rest of the figure slid into the sunlight, the identity of the figure was undeniable. The young, blonde maid found herself staring at another maid, clad in blue and white. Her black hair was perfectly combed, reaching to the girl’s waist. The girl reached into her pocket, pulling out a fan with one hand. She smiled at the men who cast their eyes downward in her presence.
“There’s no need to look away, men. Heal yourselves in this maid’s presence.” She smiled, as the men all sighed in happiness at the sound of her voice. Chaya could feel her disgust rising as the new girl strode forward, stopping outside of the blonde girl’s range. “I can tell you’re a barbarian just by your appearance. You lack the funds and heritage necessary to become a truly high-class maid.”
“Beats the hell out of buying respect, bitch.” Chaya grinned as the remaining men drew their weapons, aiming them at her. She wasn’t afraid of their guns; bullets were a fear of the past. But the black-haired maid just smirked, which is what worried the blonde. Flicking her fan out towards Chaya, the blue maid sighed.
“Such uncouth language. More evidence of your falseness. If you want to battle me, you’ll come to my mansion and face me on my conditions.”
The blonde started to speak, when a stabbing pain shot through her body. A long slash appeared on her chest, blood springing from the cut. Her eyes widened in shock, as the black-haired maid turned away.
“My name is Elaina. I’m the one they call Maid Rich, possessor of the Unseen Blade. Your pathetic fist won’t even touch me before I cut you to ribbons, along with your false identity as a maid.”
Chaya’s grin didn’t waver, despite the stinging pain shooting through her chest. The men all returned their weapons to their holsters as Elaina turned back towards the blonde girl. She waltzed back into her limo, blowing one final kiss at the injured girl before her butler closed the door. The men all grabbed their jackets in unison and began walking away as the limousine drove down the street. The blonde pressed one finger against the cut, wincing as she felt the fresh wound. Bringing the black leather to her lips, she licked the blood from the tip of her finger. She turned towards the doorway, as the broom finally shattered in her grip, wooden shards exploding outwards. Her blue gaze fell to the broken shards of the cleaning utensil, before the girl knelt and began gathering the pieces slowly. Her shadow was growing, as her rage began rapidly consuming her. A single hand fell on her shoulder, dispelling the darkness.
“That was your first official challenge. Will you be ready, Chaya?”
“Old man...with your training, I was ready from the beginning.” Chaya’s voice was level, as she rose to her feet. Strolling past the old man, she headed inside to prepare for the day’s work. His brown gaze followed her, as he sighed softly.
“Hurry up and finish sweeping the sidewalk, girl!” The old man’s voice came from the diner inside, to which the girl whirled and shouted back loudly.
“You can’t rush genius, you old fart!”
Huffing loudly, the young maid set about sweeping the sidewalk quietly. A few of the neighbors greeted the girl, which she returned with a grin and curt response. She returned to her task, making quick work of the sidewalk. The blonde girl leaned the broom against her hip and looked towards the sky a second time. Now that she had been in the sun for a while, the heat wasn’t that bad after all. She grabbed the broom with a smirk and spun it up onto her shoulder in one motion. Task Numero Uno, finished!
“Are you Chaya Black?” A male voice spoke, causing the girl to pause in her step towards the small Chinese diner. A glance revealed the new voice to be a man in a black suit. The girl turned towards him, sneering at the taller man and stepping forward till she was just a hairsbreadth from his face.
“Huh?! Who’s asking?”
The man, to his credit, didn’t waver under the girl’s intense gaze and harsh words. At this moment, the girl looked less like a cute maid and more like a bully trying to steal lunch money. The man reached up with one hand, adjusting his black sunglasses.
“I’m the one asking questions here, girl. Are you- GUH!?” His speech ended in a gasp as the girl slammed the end of her broom up into his crotch. He went down, grasping at his groin, as the girl knelt next to him and spoke again.
“There’s more where that came from. Who sent you, buddy?” The girl grinned at him, but her eyes were hard and cold. A sudden honk drew the girl’s gaze up, as a huge vehicle stopped next to them. She could care less about the huge vehicle, or the entourage of men that strolled up on either side of the street. The neighbors from before had gone inside; they too could sense what the girl could, from inside the back seat of the huge limousine. An old man stepped out of the driver’s seat of the limo, strolling to the back. The twenty men who’d strolled up to the diner from either side took off their jackets in one motion. Laying them onto the sidewalk the maid had just swept, all knelt in reverence as the old butler opened the back door of the limo. A figure from within spoke softly, but her words carried an edge that the delinquent maid could feel.
“Anderson, is that the girl they call Maid Black?” The old man nodded, to which the figure laughed loudly. The loud, obnoxious sound pissed off the blonde maid, who rose to her feet. When she took a step forward, the two nearest men suddenly moved, drawing pistols and jabbing them into her temple and chest. The girl grinned, gripping her broom tightly in her leather-clad fist.
The figure shifted, sliding out of the vehicle. Chaya’s eyes widened as she recognized the hem of the blue and white dress; it was a design that was unmistakable. As the rest of the figure slid into the sunlight, the identity of the figure was undeniable. The young, blonde maid found herself staring at another maid, clad in blue and white. Her black hair was perfectly combed, reaching to the girl’s waist. The girl reached into her pocket, pulling out a fan with one hand. She smiled at the men who cast their eyes downward in her presence.
“There’s no need to look away, men. Heal yourselves in this maid’s presence.” She smiled, as the men all sighed in happiness at the sound of her voice. Chaya could feel her disgust rising as the new girl strode forward, stopping outside of the blonde girl’s range. “I can tell you’re a barbarian just by your appearance. You lack the funds and heritage necessary to become a truly high-class maid.”
“Beats the hell out of buying respect, bitch.” Chaya grinned as the remaining men drew their weapons, aiming them at her. She wasn’t afraid of their guns; bullets were a fear of the past. But the black-haired maid just smirked, which is what worried the blonde. Flicking her fan out towards Chaya, the blue maid sighed.
“Such uncouth language. More evidence of your falseness. If you want to battle me, you’ll come to my mansion and face me on my conditions.”
The blonde started to speak, when a stabbing pain shot through her body. A long slash appeared on her chest, blood springing from the cut. Her eyes widened in shock, as the black-haired maid turned away.
“My name is Elaina. I’m the one they call Maid Rich, possessor of the Unseen Blade. Your pathetic fist won’t even touch me before I cut you to ribbons, along with your false identity as a maid.”
Chaya’s grin didn’t waver, despite the stinging pain shooting through her chest. The men all returned their weapons to their holsters as Elaina turned back towards the blonde girl. She waltzed back into her limo, blowing one final kiss at the injured girl before her butler closed the door. The men all grabbed their jackets in unison and began walking away as the limousine drove down the street. The blonde pressed one finger against the cut, wincing as she felt the fresh wound. Bringing the black leather to her lips, she licked the blood from the tip of her finger. She turned towards the doorway, as the broom finally shattered in her grip, wooden shards exploding outwards. Her blue gaze fell to the broken shards of the cleaning utensil, before the girl knelt and began gathering the pieces slowly. Her shadow was growing, as her rage began rapidly consuming her. A single hand fell on her shoulder, dispelling the darkness.
“That was your first official challenge. Will you be ready, Chaya?”
“Old man...with your training, I was ready from the beginning.” Chaya’s voice was level, as she rose to her feet. Strolling past the old man, she headed inside to prepare for the day’s work. His brown gaze followed her, as he sighed softly.
“Strength is only one measure of a Maid’s power. Until you realize that...you will definitely lose against her, Chaya.”
