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“Ah~ Ronald!” it came out as a whisper, but she knew he’d like it, either way it had not been intentional. She was definitely becoming more excited with every touch, every kiss.  Maybe it was more exciting that there was a possibility they’d be caught. She’d always wanted to be with him outdoors, and well, what better time than the present. Fingers tangled more into his hair somewhat more aggressive as he touched her sensitive area. Her other hand traveled to caress down his chest, down his abdomen, and she thought she’d go maybe just a bit lower feeling his arousal. “It seems we’re both liking this quite a lot…” she worked at his zipper pulling it down slowly but stopping there. 

Another smirk at her moan, however quiet it came out. His fingers continued to slowly work on her, lips against her neck. The fingers in his hair only exciting him more, he might have had a thing for roughness, it seemed. The gentle hand against his arousal only further igniting him, “Seems so, aye?” his words came out huskily, fingers working their way inside her panties as she unzipped his trousers. His free hand lightly gripped her wrist, as to push her to continue. Lips moved to her’s now, pulling at them with his lightly. What a fox. 

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thephantomhivemaid:

Mey Rin got into her uniform, which she was starting to really like. She remembered she liked to wear skirts when she was alive, but she didn’t remember wearing one other than a maid uniform. So at least she knew what she used to be. Breakfast was individualized to each student’s dietary needs. Hers was high on protein and dairy, because of the way a reaper’s body remains mostly human, requiring certain nutrients. They don’t die if they don’t eat, but they do become quite weak and decrepit, which was why the Exercise class was the first class of the day, followed by Wellness and Meditation, both taught by the same (finally) female teacher.

Next she had Ethics with Mr. Spears and Mr. Sutcliff, and then she had Intro to Hand to Hand Combat with Mr. Sutcliff and Mr. Knox. That was her last class of the day, after which she was scheduled to work in an office for a few hours and then study hall in the evenings, which she had heard really only meant that that was time set aside for homework.

Classes went by smoothly, she even made a friend. By the time she arrived to Combat class she could barely contain her joy upon seeing Mr. Knox, and made a mental note to approach him after class was over and see if they could talk. 

The blonde gave a deep sigh before stretching out some. He walked into the class where he would be teaching and looked around, he didn’t seem to excited. It was almost like a normal class room, but there were no real desks and there were pads on the ground. Perhaps he should have dressed better for this, oh well if he tore his shirt or something, he’d just get it mended. 

One thing was going to happen today, he was going to get beaten by Sutcliff for the sake of demonstration and to teach the new kids how to handle themselves if they’re cornered or something along those lines. 

Besides that half of the kids he saw looked like they couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag…

The demonstrations were actually quite entertaining. Mr. Sutcliff made them so. All the students were paired and they were to practice what the professors demonstrated on each other. Mey Rin and her partner did pretty well, considering she was distracted by looking at Mr. Knox half the time. 

At the end of the class she took her time gathering her things into her backpack and approached Mr. Knox. “E-excuse me… Mr. Knox… Ronald,” she waited until she had his attention. “Do you have some time this evening to talk? I’d really like to have a chat with you about… things.” Okay so that wasn’t very articulate and she could have said it better but she hoped he could say yes. 

Ronald was rubbing his shoulder some, Grell had managed to flip him pretty good, that had hurt some. It seemed like these trainees were gonna do alright if they ran into some regular person. A few of them might have some trouble with the demons.

Then Mey rin had come up to him and he stopped rubbing his shoulde. “Ah Mey Rin..” he replied. “Yeah yeah of course I do, I have plenty of time” he replied.

She was honestly a bit taken aback by his response, she had been expecting and fearing that he was going to say no for some reason. “A-Alright then, um, are you f-free at 7:00? Perhaps we could chat over coffee?”

For the rest of the day she was itching to meet with him. What was she going to say? Ask? Did she want to know about her life as a human? About her death? So many questions. 

By the end of her shift at the filing office she was more than ready to say goodbye to her boss and see Ronald. She met him as planned, at the local coffee shop. She couldn’t explain why she felt butterflies in her stomach as she approached. She knew he had meant more to her than just a friend, but she wanted to know the details of how far their relationship went.  ”H-Hi Ronald,” she smiled. 

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thephantomhivemaid:

She felt a tinge of red across her cheeks as he helped her onto the carriage, and let her eyes linger on his face maybe a bit too long. Maybe that was too forward for a lady, but thank goodness her glasses hid her eyes and it wasn’t noticeable, at least as far as she knew. 

“Square dancing! That sounds fun!” she brought her hands together in front of her excitedly, imagining what it might be like to square dance with Bard. 

She had been smiling the whole time, up until he mentioned re-enlisting. She could not stop the sound that came out of her. 

“No!” it came out a bit too loud, too desperate. She bit her tongue. “I-I-I mean…” she breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly, “I mean,” she felt very exasperated despite the deep breathing, her face red whether with embarrassment or desperation, or both, she didn’t know. “I mean, w-what would I do without you? Would I even see you again?… We, I mean, of course, w-what would we do without you…” she felt suddenly like her heart was going to pop out of her chest, trying to keep her emotions under control. She felt like someone was about to cut off one of her arms, her right arm, her best one. 

Though she was trying her hardest, she was still speaking very fast and stuttering, as she did when she was anxious, “I-I-I mean of course it’s not my place t-to tell you w-what to do, I-I’m just saying… I’d miss you… that’s all.” And I don’t want you to leave me. 

Her reaction had surprised him, he knew that neither she or Finny would’ve been happy with that decision; but he hadn’t thought Meyrin would’ve reacted that way. He looked ahead, thinking about it to himself. He hadn’t thought about what would happen if he did re-enlist, and the British army was so much different than the American army anyways.

He wasn’t sure why he thought about it, but it was something for him to do he suppose. He looked over at her, “It’s…not set in stone, I don’t even think I’ll do it…” He reassured her, “I just….I guess I just thought I’d be good for something if I went back.” 

He smiled a little at her, “But I would miss you too, I don’t think I’d be the same if I didn’t hear the sound of the dishes breaking every day and your ramblings that I like so much.” 

He would hate never seeing her again, he felt this deep sense of wanting to protect and be near her that it almost hurt. And maybe that was why he had wanted to get out so bad, but with the way she reacted; he could sense that it would hurt her if he had.

And he never wanted to hurt her, ever.

“I’m out of shape anyways, they’d probably turn me down.” 

His initial words were not all that reassuring, not at all. They meant he was still considering it. She feared not seeing him again, or something happening to him. What if he just took off and never came back? Or if there was a war he had to go fight? The thought of something happening to him made her stomach twist. 

But as he kept talking she felt slightly better. He would miss her too. He liked her ramblings. She had to laugh. He knew her so well. Yet another thing she was discovering she loved about him. 

He was not out of shape, not by a long shot. 

But maybe if he continued to think he was, it would deter him from re-enlisting.

She thought of agreeing with him jokingly, but she realized she couldn’t do that, not with a straight face. 

“You’re not out of shape… not a bit. I happen to recall very recently being chased around the Phantomhive mansion by a chef who not only managed to catch the fastest maid this side of England, but managed to pick her up as well,” she smiled.

They were well on their way and she was still enjoying the carriage ride, mostly because she sat next to him. Only because she was sitting next to him. 

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Vincent honestly stumbled and hesitated, staring after Mey decided that she needed to go back but nonetheless hauled his ass into his beautiful Christine who wasn’t entirely responding like she used too. His gadgets were spread out of his lap by the time she hopped in and he was working furiously, attempting to shut them down or reverse whatever virus was attempting to chomp away at his hard work. 

Christine puttered until she was good and well out of range of the house before she flickered onto the screen looking as if she had been shocked by a bolt of electricity. She looked rather dazed to see them both but with one flicker of her digital eyes at a nervous Vincent, she managed to pull herself together and get the car running efficiently. 

It was a long moment before they existed out of the vincenty and began driving down the long stretch of well spaced out houses before he leaned back in his seat sucking in a long deep breath. 

Saved.

But just barely. It would take days to fix this damage. And worst of all, Christine was attempting to override her error systems to keep running properly. He needed to fix her as well. A look under her hood would do her some good so he made a mental note to do so once they were safely tucked away once again.

But they had only so long. His surprise was still due for her and silently, as he released his quiet breath, a hand came up to run through his hair slowly. Each item was stowed away before being tossed in the back seat gently and then flipping a switch from underneath the dash Christine gave an indignant “Hey!” before he answered.

“Take a rest. Look over your systems, see if I need to manually fix anything. If not, then relax. Let me take the wheel for now.”

With a soft hum a beautiful black leather wheel seemed to lift out of the space and settle and Vincent adjusted himself in the seat but pouted. 

“Give me the gas and break too.”

She snorted, rolled her eyes and without much warning the car instantly accelerated.

He had not turned to speak to Mey yet. He needed to shift through his thoughts first. While he wasn’t upset at her per se, or even her father but more so at himself for his lack of preparedness but there was something about what Meylene had done.

Retreating into the house.

It had brought a sick feeling to his stomach. He had wondered if she’d come out at all. If he’d be left to hop into his car and drive off, creating another hole in his chest.

She had come out but that did not erase the devastation. He wasn’t sure why it was what it was but the truth was, he couldn’t lose anyone else. Especially Mey because she was all he had. 

His fingers tightened on the wheel as the turned slightly. 

It was selfish to think that way but he couldn’t help it. After years of owning nothing more than himself, his technology, his cash, and his car, having someone else…well..it made things a little more complicated.

But she was there and he cleared his throat. He needed to talk to her so his first instinctive words were, “Hey Princess, you alright over there? Haven’t heard a word out of you since we left—” 

Mey’s heart had been pounding nearly the entire time, partly because of what had happened inside, partly because of feeling guilty, partly because she was honestly worried about Christine’s safety (how ironic), and in part because she was not done asking Vincent to help her, and she felt worse asking after what he’d just been through to help her this first time.

She’d given him a kiss for good luck. Maybe she was bad luck. Things always seemed to point in that direction. She was one big ball of chaos.

Her heart was pounding from the adrenaline when he spoke to her, addressing her once again as Princess and this time a part of her reacted deep within her chest, and she couldn’t explain why. 

She took a few moments to recollect her thoughts. 

“I’m alright… I’m more worried about you. I was worried about Christine… Vincent, I’m so sorry that happened, I had no idea my father had any sort of… software eating software… thing…” she didn’t know the name for that. 

“Will your things be okay?” 

She knew deep down they might not be, but Vincent was just that good that she was sure he could fix anything. She found she had unbelievable faith in him, and even she was surprised by that. 

Right now, she just wanted to reach over and hug the man, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to do it to comfort him or to receive comfort herself. 

She instinctively touched the bracelet protected under her cardigan, worried that that might have been harmed as well, and was afraid to look. Of course if anything it was the tracking device in it that would have been harmed, not the diamonds themselves. 

After checking that the bracelet was still intact her hand traveled to touch over the pocket in her shorts, where she’d stashed the old photograph and the small bullet. 

So many things to think about. First and foremost on her mind was the safety of Vincent’s gadgets, mainly Christine. Then it was the issue of what her father would do when he got home. Edward’s new girlfriend could probably distract him from his anger, but he would be angry, no doubt about it. He would demand to know who she contracted to hack into his system, because he’d know that it certainly was not her. 

Then there was the other issue of her next mission. Her personal one. Self-given, no monetary payment to be received. She couldn’t tell Vincent that this mission was personal, but then again he was so good at reading her that he would probably figure her out. She was sure of it. One look at the old photograph and he would know.

She twiddled her fingers as she did when she was anxious. This was not the time to ask yet another thing of him. She didn’t want him to feel like she was using him, but quite frankly there was simply nobody else who could help her with this. She was deathly afraid he would refuse. 

She was worried like that for most of the drive to their next destination. It wasn’t until he’d parked Christine that she got up the courage to turn and physically face him, to touch him even.

“I feel awfully guilty for what happened back there Vince…” she set her hand over his.

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Vincent’s eye twitched at Edward’s comment but his grin only remained in place when Mey whined. Just when he thought goodbyes were all done she wriggled out of her daddy’s arms to take him by the hand apologizing for almost killing him (he was still dying) and pointing out where she had come close to hitting the mark she desired. 

Vincent seemed to nod in awe but when she commented to almost shooting as good as her daddy and he corrected her with the word “better” Vincent couldn’t hold his cold easy facade. He had squatted beside her and was chuckling as she ran to Vittoria and he watched from there as the woman yelped and laughed as well, toying with the girls’ pigtails. 

Vittoria herself snorted at Edward’s face. So serious, and yet he said ouchie. But just when she was about to whisper in the girl’s ear she was gone, calling back that she’d return. “Mey don’t run! If anything walk really fast!” Vittoria called after sighing. 

She was trying to peer out the hallway when a strong arm wrapped around her waist and gently pulled he close. “Oh..” Well…she had missed this very much. Her head tilted back to look up at Edward and pouted as his comment, Vincent visibly paling at the thought.

Getting shot in the leg by a little girl. He could see it. And she’d crawl up and try and shoot him in his chest but winds up shooting him between the eyes. “Ah heh, You know, I’m quite fond of being void of bullet holes. But I expect that she should be well taken care of. I won’t  be around to watch her like I used too.”

And while Edward seemed to be somewhat joking…Vincent’s face said he was not. And Vittoria instantly gripped the man’s arm around her waist rather tightly as if asking him to do something. Say something. Ask what he meant. 

But by then Mey had returned and placed something in his hand before wrapping herself around his knees. 

See. She was going to tear his legs off…or so he told himself but he took the toy gun and examined it and her request for him to return. He couldn’t. Honestly and he did not wish to lie to her but she was so…intent on him doing so that it was literally heart breaking. 

His rich dark eyes glanced up at the two across from him. The way they fit perfectly together and then down to girl trapping him. Did he dare? But then again…if Vittoria could do it.

Then so could he.

“Of course.” 

He had someone to love too as well now. Because slowly little Meylene was winning his usually voided heart. He crouched once more and made a show of sticking the toy gun in his over coat pocket and patting it safe. “See? Now you have to promise to wait for me, alright? And that we’ll play all day. And that we’ll be best friends alright? Here—” He reached around his neck, to untie a hand made necklace and reach forward to tie it around her tiny neck. 

Vittoria recognized it instantly and there was a sound from her, a sort of soft gasp and sob. 

“This was our mother’s necklace. This is a promise I’ll come back ok? Be good. You can’t be grounded when I come back.” He flashed a smile up at Edward and Vittoria  before shaking his head and breathing in deep. “Ok you all have sucked me into some sort of mushy gushy poison trap because now I”m doing it too. But i’ve got a job to hit outside of the country and I’ve also got delicious looking cake waiting on me downstairs.” 

Vittoria reached for him and he rolled his eyes, taking a moment to take a step out of Edward’s arms toward her brother. 

“I love you.” She said it loud and clear and Vincent gazed down at her raven hair. “I always have.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and their hug tightened and finally he said back rather softly, “I love you too.” He tilted her head to give her a stern look. “You know how to find me if he screws up. I mean it.” He was in full on brother mode now. “I want a marriage by the end of the month, kids the next month. Ow. Why? Why did you have to hit me?” 

His sister glared up at him and he flashed a small crooked smile. “Alright I’m actually leaving. See?” He began to back up at the door. “I was foolish to come running into the house of expertly train killers but I warn you Edward, You have a good shot, so does the kid but she, her, yes her, the one you are slowly but surely falling in love with, DON’T LIE TO ME, yes her, she’s dangerous. I’m talking the sick twisted, I’ll do what I have to do kind of dangerous. Ok ok! I’m leaving! See you guys! Bye Mey! I’ll be back!” 

He was gone out the door of the study and down the steps, calling back, “The cake is good! Taste like Mom’s! And if I die trying to get out this house…I’m haunting you all!” 

Vittoria blinked, a small genuine grin coming to her face as she stared at the door. Her brother was gone. 

Brother.

Finally. There was a ray of hope in her life now, besides the new family she found herself in. 

Vincent was in fact staring at the lawn, putting his toe down and when there was no shock of pain, he whopped victoriously, stuck another piece of cake in his mouth and hauled ass to his car.

He would be back sooner than she expected.

Obviously. 

Because tomorrow was a pretty special day and even if his sister had forgotten, well, he hadn’t. 

But he’d be pushing the time limit on this job. And it would be late before he got back again, maybe even the next day or so. But it would be soon.

After all, who forgot their siblings birthday?

Vittoria had finally snapped out of her daze at the sound of him outside but the next words that came out of her mouth was a silent, “Oh.”

Far too much in one little day. She could feel herself tipping backwards, unsure suddenly of why she was so short of breath and why her eyes were stinging.

Before she finished falling she knew instantly.

She was crying.  

Mey had a shy but wide smile as she looked down at the necklace that Vincemt had tied around her neck, then looked up at her daddy as if to show off. “Daddy look!” she looked back at the necklace again and stared at it in that huge smile. That really seemed to cement their friendship didn’t it.

Now she actually had a friend! She couldn’t be happier. She made the decision to always treasure that necklace, always. She flung at Vincemt and hugged his neck, “Thank you Mister Vincemt!” then let go and ran a circle around him as he remained crouched down, then around her dad and Vittoria. 

“Alright Vincemt you’ve done enough damage, look” Edward’s words were harsh but he had a smile on his face, “now you’ve gotten my daughter all hyped up and now she’ll be impossible to put to bed.” He smiled at the younger man.

For all that had happened, he couldn’t blame him. Sibling stuff was complicated. He hadn’t talked to his own three brothers in ages, and it wasn’t that they did anything bad, they had just stopped talking. One of the middle brothers might even shoot at him if he tried to approach, just out of anger. 

Still, if he ever pulled a stunt like that again, he wouldn’t be this nice. 

Mey Rin ran round and round in her dad’s study until he asked her to stop. She sighed and let herself fall face first onto one of the couches. Maybe it was the sugar from the cake he’d allowed her to have this late. Not Vincent’s fault at all, but he wasnt’ about to admit that. 

When Vincent walked down the stairs he had half a mind to follow him, see him out just to make sure nothing else happened, but soon realized it was his paranoia talking. 

Edward saw the change in Vittoria almost before she did. Something about her body language that made him want to hold her extra firmly before she fell down and broke down. 

“Mey Rin it’s time for you to get ready for bed, you know what to do right?” He needed to get Mey out of there before she noticed and started asking too many questions. 

“Why awe you cwying Veetowia?” she got up off the couch and came over to Vittoria, holding on to whatever piece of clothing she could and looking up wide-eyed at the woman. 

Too late, Edward thought. 

“Awe you cwying because you miss Vincemt?”

Edward set a hand on Mey Rin’s shoulder and kneeled down to speak to her. 

“Yes Mey, Vittoria misses Vincent because she loves him very much. He’s family, he’s the little brother she told you about during lunch time, remember?”

“I thought he was goned,” she observed.

“He’s not, and so Vittoria is very happy. Sometimes when we’re very happy we cry,” 

“That’s silly,” she smiled.

Edward rubbed Vittoria’s hand as he answered Mey. “I know, grown ups can be silly. Now please do as I asked and go get ready for bed. I’ll be with you to tuck you in and read you your bedtime story in ten minutes.” 

She nodded without further hesitation and leaned in to give her daddy a goodnight kiss on the cheek, and got on her tiptoes to try to give one to Vittoria but she was too tall. 

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