Opening the Eyes of a Child [CLOSED]

It was late in the afternoon on a particularly uneventful weekday set in the middle of the week. The average person was just arriving home from work, being greeted by their significant other, children, or general family member as they came through the door. Most people were about to start relaxing from a long, hard day's work, and some were about to spend the time going out with friends or family to have a nice little night out on the town. But one girl was just waking up from a long nap. The sky was painted a colorful orange hue as the sun started to dip past the horizon for the day to mark the end of the long work day, and this one highschool girl was just starting to wake up for the second time today. The first was when she had to wake up to go to school in the morning, and upon coming home she instantaneously fell asleep after sitting down at her desk. The second was just now, at half past seven in the afternoon, a few hours after getting home from school.

The feeling of a light breeze blowing through Yuyuko's long, black hair was what woke her up from her peaceful slumber. Normally, she would have simply fallen asleep again in a matter of seconds, but the smell of fresh, warm afternoon air and the gentle breeze tickling the back of her neck distracted the girl enough to draw her from the unconscious. With a pitiful groan, the girl slowly lifted her head from her arms and immediately noted the light pricking sensation as blood quickly started to flow back into her arms. She liked to joke that her heavy head was what cut the blood off, her head being heavy due to the fact it was filled with so many book smarts. All she really did was read, after all. In school, out of school, even as she walked home from the town library, all she did was read. Books were essentially her life, to the point where she even lived in the library of her massive home. It made it somewhat uncomfortable to be out of it, though, which was the main downside. Otherwise, the place was expansive and full of tomes and the like that she spent absurd amounts of time reading. Heck, she had even fallen asleep on one of said books just now. Looking down at it, Yuyuko noticed there was a wet spot on the book, and a cold feeling on the corner of her mouth. Picking up her handkerchief, she wiped the drool from her mouth and sighed in disappointment.

"Old habits die hard, I suppose." she mumbled to herself quietly. Just as she said that, the sound of a little bell chiming resounded from just behind her. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, Yuyuko saw the beautiful sight of her head maid who looked to be no more than a few years older than her. She knew it was quite the ways around, and that the woman had at least a dozen years on her.

"Finally awake, Yuyuko?" the woman asked politely and teasingly. Normally a maid would get reprimanded for using one of her employer's actual names, but Yuyuko was an exception. From birth, all the way up until this very day, this woman had been like a second mother to Yuyuko. Their bonds had grown to the point where it was awkward for her to call Yuyuko her mistress, as she had to do with the girl's actual mother.

"I suppose..." was all Yuyuko could muster up to say. Letting out a quiet yawn, the young adult quickly raised her hand to her mouth to cover it, making sure that she used proper manners. "Have you been waiting on me, Ophelia?"

The woman named Ophelia just shook her head. "No, dear. I've simply been working around the library to reorganize and make sure everything's the way it should be. Also..." the woman said, turning around and motioning to the door not that far behind them. "I have tea ready, if you would like some. One of the maids is currently serving it in the lobby, due to the construction going on in the dining hall."

Yuyuko nodded and slowly stood up, following Ophelia as she lead her to the lobby. The two currently weren't expecting guests or anything of the like, but the lobby was the main room in which guests would enter upon being let in. It was the only other room suitable for this, at least with a table moved into it. Practically every other room was used as housing for the maids or for something else of mild importance or more. It was also at the very middle of the household, so occasionally if something of loud volume occurred, it would be audible here regardless of where it happened.

It was another day at the grind. An endless, tiresome day filled with the back and forth of both physical and mental labor. Sam McAlister, an early-20's man, could be found at his normal place of work, a law firm. This was only one of the many jobs that Sam held in order to pay for both his new apartment and his current living expenses. Loosening his black tie, the slender man let out a yawn of unbearable sleepiness. "Oi, can this job be anymore tiring?" A normal complaint any young adult would have about their buisness life, but for Sam... it wasn't necessarily the job that had him in this mood. Sam was in the position of not only having to do heaps of paperwork that day, but as the new intern he was forced to make his way around the office to take lunch orders and coffee breaks from nearly every person there. Normally this is something that the intern would be both good at and easy going when taking these orders, but not for Sam. There was just one little, tiny problem that would make this job nearly unbearable for him. "You're such an idiot. You talk about the job being so tiring yet you haven't even broken a sweat."

There it was, the all too familiar voice of the sinister female from within his mind. Idiot this, stupid that, it was nothing but a barrage of rude remarks throughout the entire day. This, is why every job that Sam picked up became the worst time of his life. But, that doesn't change a single thing. He knew he needed the money, and she knew that despite all her insults wouldn't change a thing for him. It was just another day at the grind, so the two took it upon themselves to head to the super market as they normally would after the hard day of work that he has. "Aye, I'm leavin boss." A loud screech of the law firm's front door could be heard as Sam swung his blazer to his left shoulder by a single finger. It was blistering hot here in Karakura, the super market just a block away. Normally Sam would walk, but on this particular day he was convinced by Quinn to bring a moped with him to work. This wasn't his style, but he knew that if he fought against it the day would be even worse.

A quiet, sing songy whistle came from Sam's lips as he drove the moped across the streets towards the Supermarket near his current work site. It was a small, simple tone that lasted only the few minutes that it took to reach the store. It was packed as it would be any other day, but on the plus side Sam wouldn't be here for too long, he never was. Going through the simple motions, the male picked out a stalk of green onions, celery, two pieces of boneless chicken breast and a small liter of sparkling water. Swiftly making his way towards to the cash register, Sam took his time carefully placing all the items he assembled on the counter and took his leave after paying. Another dent in his wallet, but it's something that he knew he would never stop doing.

Climbing onto his moped once more, Sam rocketed towards the housing district where his new apartment was stationed. He was on his way home to cook the meal for both him and Quinn. Despite her being a spirit, Sam and her were at least on the level of eating together. So, every night before he laid down to get up for the next day of work, he would reposition the seal on his stomach into a state that allowed the women to sit with him for a meal. Despite her sinister and assholeish ways, he trusted her to do. Driving along the street, Sam watched his surroundings, noticing a loud and rather harsh sound coming from a large house that was situated on the right side of the road. Turning his head to pay attention to the sound, Sam didn't realize that he was swerving just slightly. causing the male to go into a straight on collision with another car. Being sent flying, Sam tightly clutched his newly brought produce and slammed into the ground, tearing off part of his pure white dress shirt. "God dammit, not again." A small sigh escaped the male's lips as he looked at his food. It was intact and perfectly fine, but the same could not be said of his clothing. "There you go again, dumbass." Hanging his head, Sam sighed once more. Just another day in the life of a clumsy male he supposed.