Second Floor
Apr 27, 2024 23:33:12 GMT -6
Post by Riku Asuhara on Apr 27, 2024 23:33:12 GMT -6
"Wisteria Phantom": (continued)
As they walked down the hall towards the stairs in the back of the manor, Riku asked the servant, “Tell me, sir… what is the Lord Konoba like?” He feigned interest as he reached into the layers of his clothing, plucking a small vial out of his uniform underneath. A white powder filled the vial. He kept it closed tightly in his hand as they walked up the stairs.
“He is a most benevolent lord,” the servant lied through his teeth, his smile inching up into a sneer that Riku couldn’t see but knew was there. “He is always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. He is not yet three hundred years old and yet he has commanded his family’s wealth with honor and sincerity.”
“He sounds like a pure soul,” Riku responded, pulling the tiny cork on the vial as they reached the top step of the second floor. They made a right and continued down a hallway. Riku spotted a door to their right a few feet down.
Those plans better have been accurate, or I’m screwed.
“Yes, most certainly he is,” the servant continued.
“Sir, if I may…” Riku raised the vial to his lips. “I thought you said the lord’s chambers were on the third floor… This is the second.”
The servant stopped and Riku filled his mouth with the powder from the vial, careful not to let it dissolve too much. He inhaled through his nose, filling his mouth with air.
“Ah, did I? I apologize. I intended to say that his chambers are—”
When the servant turned, Riku aimed at his face and exhaled, spraying the fine powder into his face as a white cloud. Before the servant could cough or make noise, Riku reached up and covered his mouth and nose with his kimono sleeve. The plum blossom kimono he wore earlier fell to the floor in a heap of cloth. The servant grasped at Riku’s hands and arms but to no avail. Riku was stronger than he looked. He mumbled and let out a muffled scream through the kimono sleeve with no one around but Riku to hear him. Within a minute, the servant was out cold, falling back against Riku who held his top half off the floor. He shuffled over and opened the door he saw earlier, revealing a small broom closet filled with cleaning supplies. With a soft grunt, Riku stashed the unconscious servant in the closet, pulling on his obijime and using it to tie the man’s hands underneath his knees. Next, he took the thin, black obi from his black slip and tied it around his face, threading it between his teeth as a gag.
Riku smirked at the man as he reached for the closet door with one hand, grabbing a bottle of bleach with the other. “Sorry, not sorry.” He closed the door silently and sat down the bottle, dusting his hands off. “Creep.” He pulled on the obi of the spider lily kimono and slipped the obi and the kimono itself off, gathering it in his arms and picking up his black slip and plum blossom kimono and obi up off the floor as well. He grabbed the bottle of bleach next. He silently trotted down the hall to a laundry chute. He dumped the spider lily kimono down first along with the black slip. He cracked open the bottle of bleach then hung the plum blossom kimono over the chute. Hesitating, he brought the kimono to his face, pressing the cloth against his skin. It still smelled like the plum blossom perfume he sprayed on earlier but now mixed with the fresh scent of the rain. He kissed the cloth tenderly.
“Thank you. I’ll miss you,” he breathed into the fabric before hanging it over the edge again.
He poured the bleach over the kimono, grimacing in physical pain as he watched the color run from it, turning the beautiful work of art into a hideous, blotchy mess. By the time the bottle of bleach was empty, the kimono’s color and pattern were unrecognizable. He sighed and dropped the sopping-wet mess down the chute. He took the bottle with him, walking down a ways, back towards the stairs. He climbed the stairs, stopping in between levels until he came to a window. He opened the window and looked down. Right where the plans said it would be was the collection bin for the manor’s garbage. Riku dropped the bottle and cap down into the garbage, closing the window and silently shuffling up to the third floor, pulling out his face mask and pulling it over his head then up over his face, covering everything from his nose to his neck.
Moved
As they walked down the hall towards the stairs in the back of the manor, Riku asked the servant, “Tell me, sir… what is the Lord Konoba like?” He feigned interest as he reached into the layers of his clothing, plucking a small vial out of his uniform underneath. A white powder filled the vial. He kept it closed tightly in his hand as they walked up the stairs.
“He is a most benevolent lord,” the servant lied through his teeth, his smile inching up into a sneer that Riku couldn’t see but knew was there. “He is always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. He is not yet three hundred years old and yet he has commanded his family’s wealth with honor and sincerity.”
“He sounds like a pure soul,” Riku responded, pulling the tiny cork on the vial as they reached the top step of the second floor. They made a right and continued down a hallway. Riku spotted a door to their right a few feet down.
Those plans better have been accurate, or I’m screwed.
“Yes, most certainly he is,” the servant continued.
“Sir, if I may…” Riku raised the vial to his lips. “I thought you said the lord’s chambers were on the third floor… This is the second.”
The servant stopped and Riku filled his mouth with the powder from the vial, careful not to let it dissolve too much. He inhaled through his nose, filling his mouth with air.
“Ah, did I? I apologize. I intended to say that his chambers are—”
When the servant turned, Riku aimed at his face and exhaled, spraying the fine powder into his face as a white cloud. Before the servant could cough or make noise, Riku reached up and covered his mouth and nose with his kimono sleeve. The plum blossom kimono he wore earlier fell to the floor in a heap of cloth. The servant grasped at Riku’s hands and arms but to no avail. Riku was stronger than he looked. He mumbled and let out a muffled scream through the kimono sleeve with no one around but Riku to hear him. Within a minute, the servant was out cold, falling back against Riku who held his top half off the floor. He shuffled over and opened the door he saw earlier, revealing a small broom closet filled with cleaning supplies. With a soft grunt, Riku stashed the unconscious servant in the closet, pulling on his obijime and using it to tie the man’s hands underneath his knees. Next, he took the thin, black obi from his black slip and tied it around his face, threading it between his teeth as a gag.
Riku smirked at the man as he reached for the closet door with one hand, grabbing a bottle of bleach with the other. “Sorry, not sorry.” He closed the door silently and sat down the bottle, dusting his hands off. “Creep.” He pulled on the obi of the spider lily kimono and slipped the obi and the kimono itself off, gathering it in his arms and picking up his black slip and plum blossom kimono and obi up off the floor as well. He grabbed the bottle of bleach next. He silently trotted down the hall to a laundry chute. He dumped the spider lily kimono down first along with the black slip. He cracked open the bottle of bleach then hung the plum blossom kimono over the chute. Hesitating, he brought the kimono to his face, pressing the cloth against his skin. It still smelled like the plum blossom perfume he sprayed on earlier but now mixed with the fresh scent of the rain. He kissed the cloth tenderly.
“Thank you. I’ll miss you,” he breathed into the fabric before hanging it over the edge again.
He poured the bleach over the kimono, grimacing in physical pain as he watched the color run from it, turning the beautiful work of art into a hideous, blotchy mess. By the time the bottle of bleach was empty, the kimono’s color and pattern were unrecognizable. He sighed and dropped the sopping-wet mess down the chute. He took the bottle with him, walking down a ways, back towards the stairs. He climbed the stairs, stopping in between levels until he came to a window. He opened the window and looked down. Right where the plans said it would be was the collection bin for the manor’s garbage. Riku dropped the bottle and cap down into the garbage, closing the window and silently shuffling up to the third floor, pulling out his face mask and pulling it over his head then up over his face, covering everything from his nose to his neck.
Moved
