1 Koe ga Nai No Shojo ~ The Girl Without a Voice [Retsu/NK] Wed Apr 25, 2018 9:52 pm
Tamago
D-rank
The Yasuda estate was as expansive as Tamago had made it seem. The mansion itself looked to have several wings, four floors and a yard that extended several hundred meters from the house to the edge of the forest. Beautiful fountains lined the way, multiple bushels of colorful and exotic flowers in between each one. The entire house seemed more like a palace than anything else - a testament to the Yasuda wealth. Still, whoever had designed it was careful that it wouldn't appear gaudy, overly opulent or in bad taste. Simply put, it was the regal symbol of the powerful family here in Konoha.
The young heiress would guide the way, walking on the cobblestone path that led to the mansion's back entrance. Her steps were graceful and poised, naturally so after so many years of finishing school in the capital. Fortunately, though, that was over as soon as her career as a kunoichi began. Her butler awaited them both on the steps, as Tamago expected. She didn't need to instruct him on what to do - he always knew without being told. She smiled at the sight of the old man who had taken care of her since she was a child. She would climb the steps, expecting her new companion to follow.
Once they reached the top, she would sign to Retsu. "He will guide you through the house and give you a tour while I get ready for lunch. He will answer any questions you may have as well," she instructed. With a curt nod, she headed inside the house, leaving the two men alone. She headed to her room, feeling grimy after spending time in the forest for so long. If this boy had actually lived in the woods for years, she couldn't imagine how he managed not to go insane. Hopefully, he maintained at least some sense of hygiene. She hadn't stood close enough to him to notice.
Silence would linger between the two of them for the moment. The old man stood in straight, his grey hair contrasting with the black suit he wore, perfectly kept and ironed. Wrinkles were scattered around his face, a clear symbol of his advanced age. His brown eyes narrowed and examined the Aburame before him, eyes lingering over every detail and committing them to memory. "You must be the young man that Lady Tamago spoke of," he bowed. "You may simply call me Shiro. I have served the Yasuda household for 30 years now. Whatever you wish to know, I can inform you. Now, if you would please follow me, I will show you around the house," he began, stepping through the large glass doors that led inside. Light filled the halls, reflecting on the wooden floors. The decor was simple and spacious. The scarce pieces of furniture in this part of the house were antiques, the kind that was likely crafted centuries ago. Much like the outside of the house, it was simple yet elegant.
"If you wish to change or bathe before lunch, I will show you where you can do so. In the meantime, I will answer your questions as the young madam has instructed. As you may have already noticed, Lady Tamago is unable to speak. Nevertheless, she does not let that stop her from achieving her goals. It begs the question as to why she has taken an interest in you," he stated while walking down the halls. Noticeably, he didn't speak of the house itself, only the young woman he served. It was clear that this conversation would be about her and his intentions, by no means a tour of the house.
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The young heiress would guide the way, walking on the cobblestone path that led to the mansion's back entrance. Her steps were graceful and poised, naturally so after so many years of finishing school in the capital. Fortunately, though, that was over as soon as her career as a kunoichi began. Her butler awaited them both on the steps, as Tamago expected. She didn't need to instruct him on what to do - he always knew without being told. She smiled at the sight of the old man who had taken care of her since she was a child. She would climb the steps, expecting her new companion to follow.
Once they reached the top, she would sign to Retsu. "He will guide you through the house and give you a tour while I get ready for lunch. He will answer any questions you may have as well," she instructed. With a curt nod, she headed inside the house, leaving the two men alone. She headed to her room, feeling grimy after spending time in the forest for so long. If this boy had actually lived in the woods for years, she couldn't imagine how he managed not to go insane. Hopefully, he maintained at least some sense of hygiene. She hadn't stood close enough to him to notice.
Silence would linger between the two of them for the moment. The old man stood in straight, his grey hair contrasting with the black suit he wore, perfectly kept and ironed. Wrinkles were scattered around his face, a clear symbol of his advanced age. His brown eyes narrowed and examined the Aburame before him, eyes lingering over every detail and committing them to memory. "You must be the young man that Lady Tamago spoke of," he bowed. "You may simply call me Shiro. I have served the Yasuda household for 30 years now. Whatever you wish to know, I can inform you. Now, if you would please follow me, I will show you around the house," he began, stepping through the large glass doors that led inside. Light filled the halls, reflecting on the wooden floors. The decor was simple and spacious. The scarce pieces of furniture in this part of the house were antiques, the kind that was likely crafted centuries ago. Much like the outside of the house, it was simple yet elegant.
"If you wish to change or bathe before lunch, I will show you where you can do so. In the meantime, I will answer your questions as the young madam has instructed. As you may have already noticed, Lady Tamago is unable to speak. Nevertheless, she does not let that stop her from achieving her goals. It begs the question as to why she has taken an interest in you," he stated while walking down the halls. Noticeably, he didn't speak of the house itself, only the young woman he served. It was clear that this conversation would be about her and his intentions, by no means a tour of the house.
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