𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 || Hyakkimaru

•|| flustering ||•

As a person who preferred to remain copped up inside her room, I was never fond of noise. There are times that I would have a few screws lose in my head and start acting like a numbskull who was high on depression, sure. But, I would rather not recall those moments my rambunctious classmates are able to infect me of their shameless persona. Believe me when I say I regretted it right after I saw a video of myself dancing out of beat like a drunken old man in our class group chat.

Let's just say that a certain asshole earned a kick where the sun doesn't shine the following day.

And, if this other asshole doesn't shut up from behind me, he might as well cross out 'get kicked in the balls' off his bucket list. I was beyond pissed by this arrogant bastard who happens to be my employer. The fact that he would constantly annoy me of my poor housekeeping skills by pointing out every, single, little mistake just gets on my nerves.

Oh, right. He's actually human. So, he should stop acting like he's above me on the food chain.

"Shut the fuck up or I'll kick your ass towards the compost pit!" I finally snapped as he muttered out the words 'missed a spot' for the umpteenth time of the hour. Out of pure annoyance, I used the end of my broomstick to produce sweeping motions right as his face. After all, his face looks more like dirt than any mold in any corner of this vicinity.

"How dare you, human! I pay you and fed you along with those two companions of yours – might I add that allowed you three to stay the night here." The auburn-haired young man complained, using his arms as shield which left subtle scratches on his pale-toned skin.

"Oh, yeah. Then should I remind you that that little demon of yours had almost killed me before!" I practically screamed, appearing to be on the verge of going mad. I just want to go home and play minecraft the whole day with my shit-faced best friend for Pete's sake. I didn't ask to be practically a domestic helper here.

At the thought of domestic helpers having this kind of trouble, I can't help but feel sorry and understand their situation. Possibly, their predicament abroad must be much worse than mine. And, here I am complaining. Although my jerk of an employer is a lot more infuriating than any spoiled brat, at the very least, he doesn't go to the extent of hitting me. I would be thankful for that, if and only if he knows how to shut his mouth hole.

"Oh, forget it. I'm going to wax the floor." I proclaimed, throwing the broomstick elsewhere as I concluded that it was clean enough for me. Although, I was still rather pissed by the existence itself of that conceited jerk, the guilt and principle I harbour weighs much heavier than my displeasure. It's my turn to lend a hand on Dororo and Hyakkimaru after all. I should keep that in mind.

Letting my footsteps create subtly loud taps as it made contact with the cold, hard wooden floorboards, a rag was gripped tightly in my hands along with a fresh pack of wax. Just as I had slid the door towards the entrance of the grand shrine, somehow, I was hit by a hard object – body part rather – right at the nose.

Lovely.

Just. Fucking. Beautiful.

Now, if I were to enter a room, I would more on expect the silence of an empty room, a few heads turning their attention at my appearance before returning shortly to their own businesses, or a poorly done sneak attack by my friends. Never will I think that an elbow or anything would hit me in the face at the moment of my entry – unless it is my birthday of course.

Jesus, my face looks ruined enough. It doesn't need to get hit nor pounded anymore.

"What on Earth..." A pained groan escaped my lips as I mumbled the words out, hoping that blood wasn't seeping of my nose from the forceful impact of Hyakkimaru's elbow right at my face. Thankfully, I didn't feel any moisture from my nose besides the possible snot that would soon dry to boogers.