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Maid; After moving into a new house to focus on his writing, Yuuki decides to hire a maid, hoping for some company as well.
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Dropping the last box, Yuuki straightened up, wiping his forehead. That was it. Everything was unpacked and sorted finally. It took him a solid week of work, but it was worth it. The house he bought was huge, far bigger than he really needed, but the location was gorgeous and it wasn't that expensive. Not that money really mattered, anyway.

Turning to go back up the stairs, the man glanced around the dark basement once more. It was still pretty barren, mostly now filled with cardboard boxes filled with other, broken-down cardboard boxes. He didn't have much else, as collecting knick-knacks wasn't exactly possible in his last place: a tiny loft where he paid more for the huge window than spacing. But now, with this house, he was certain that in a year or two he'd run out of room again.

Going upstairs, Yuuki made straight for the bathroom, intent on a nice hot shower before a quick dinner and then bed. One problem he did have with this place, though, was that while the size was refreshing after his apartment, it felt so eerily quiet. His neighbors were quiet old people who had retired long ago, which he was grateful for...but not hearing the raucous sounds from his neighbors was...something he was starting to miss already. Starting tomorrow, however, he knew he was going to forget about that once he got back to his work.

It was...really big, though.


Laying back on his couch, Yuuki popped another mint into his mouth, his other hand draped towards the floor, remote limp in his hand. The room was filled with the smell of new furniture, much like every other part of the house where he bothered with. Those rooms being, the living room, dining room, kitchen, two of the bathrooms, and his bedroom. The remaining for bedrooms were still musty smelling and unused. The attic was untouched. The basement still held just cardboard and plastic. The back porch did have a nice hammock set up, and the upstairs balcony did have a deck chair and table, but their scent vanished in a day. The upstairs bathroom was deserted, too. He'd considered maybe turning one of the bedrooms into a nice library, or perhaps a writing room, but...he was starting to wonder what the point of it all was.

It had only been a month since he moved into the house. Maybe even less. He'd bought it, and the furnishings, with a loan he got from his parents, deciding to dedicate his life and time to writing. And for the most part, it was going well...but a person could only do the same thing for so long... He supposed, in the long and short of it...he was bored.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Yuuki sat up, cradling in his head in his hands. The other day, his friend invited him to a bar. Despite knowing he probably couldn't, Yuuki had agreed, hoping he could drink a little. As always, he was the designated driver, and was stuck sipping light cocktails as he watched his friends get hammered and hit on the cute girls. He did get a lap dance at one point, however, but watching the woman gyrate just out of reach of him only reminded him how empty his house was at night. Four bedrooms, empty. A six-person dining set for one person. Dead silence when he opened the door, not even bothering to announce his return. Anyway, if he did say 'I'm home!', the crippling silence after it would just hurt more.

He'd thought about bringing one of the girls home that night. Just for something to do. Just so he could hear his own voice mingle with someone else's in the vast emptiness of his home. But he had to bring his friends home. And no prostitute would be willing to drive all over the city to deposit those drunkards. Not when all three of them were perverts who would gleefully grab at her on his dime.

Dragging himself up to a stand, Yuuki entered the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of water. Water, because he didn't want to deal with himself if he got drunk. If someone were here, however, he'd definitely get himself a nice whiskey and orange soda. Though if someone were here, he'd have to make sure they'd be willing to take care of him, too, though, huh... He was pretty sure Mamoru would be up for it, but he didn't really trust himself around that guy. No offense to the man, but Yuuki wasn't entirely sure if he would say no should he be presented with someone who wanted sex, drunk or not. Best friend or not. No, if Yuuki wanted someone to take care of him when he was drunk, he had to trust them completely. Which either meant a relationship (which never seemed to get off the ground past a coffee or two), or...

Nearly smacking himself in the face with his glass, Yuuki gaped at himself. Of course! Duh! Why hadn't he realized it sooner? Not only would it help with the smell of the must in here, but it would also save him from constantly have to resort to takeout before his own cooking was so poor! And then, if she was cute, with a bit of smooth talk and subtle hints, in a year or two, this house would be filled with the sounds of other people! It was perfect! He was definitely going to call first thing tomorrow. Loneliness, farewell!


The next day passed rather anxiously for Yuuki. He'd called as soon as he could and hired whoever they had available. He didn't ask for specifics, only that he'd prefer to have someone fairly young. He supposed that probably sounded sketchy, like he wanted to screw them (which...well, let's be honest, he wasn't crossing out that possibility), but they didn't object. However, despite calling as soon as he could, he still had to wait until they could find someone for him. And wait he did. All day. He want to bed rather disappointed.

In the morning, 7am sharp, Yuuki was woken by a knock on his front door. Bleary-eyed and confused, he pushed himself to a sit, grumbling under his breath about salesmen. Why would they choose this time to come calling? Just because old people liked to wake up at the crack of dawn didn't mean everyone was! But, still, he dragged himself out of bed and grabbed his silk robe. Pulling it on, Yuuki staggered downstairs, yawning and glaring at the sun shining through his windows before getting to the door. However, as he opened it, he remembered what he'd been waiting for yesterday. And at once his sour mood vanished...to be replaced with intense disappointment.

"Good morning! I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Smiling politely, the man held out his hand. "My name's Takuma Hideaki. You called for a maid service, right?"

"...Yeah." Too tired to hide his disappointment, Yuuki sighed and took the hand. "Yuuki Shunya," he said, keeping it brief. "Come on in." Opening the door the rest of the way, he motioned the man to follow him, and watched as Takuma dragged in a dolly, stacked with cleaning supplies and other things. "Um... You can put that wherever you like. It's just me here, so it won't be touched," he said, shrugging slightly. "Want coffee?"

"Oh, no, let me." Quickly parking the dolly in the corner for now, Takuma wiped his hands before looking to Yuuki. "Where is your kitchen?"

"Ah, this way." Yuuki had to admit, while he grew up with a maid, he didn't really know how to deal with one who...didn't know where anything was. Somehow, he realized, he must have thought that all maids were basically clairvoyant, and you just called a number and one appeared to take care of your home without you doing anything. It didn't make any sense, of course, and he knew that, but...it still felt a bit odd to give a tour around his empty home. And embarrassing, too, when he remembered he hadn't done any of his own dishes or laundry since coming up with this idea for a maid. Then again, it was a maid's job to clean...

"Sorry for the, uh, for the mess." His brain searching desperately for a decent excuse for the stack of dishes, Yuuki chewed his lip. "I, uh. I have a deadline to meet, so..."

"No problem. It's why I'm here for, right?" Smiling a rather dazzling, thousand-watt smile, Takuma pushed up his sleeves. "What is your deadline for, if I may ask?"

"Uh...a book. I write," Yuuki replied, relaxing a little with that easy-out. Of course he was a writer. Maybe not an author, but...with time, he would be. Sadly, he didn't actually have a deadline to meet, but...did he need to know that? And, obviously, with that answer came the question 'What do you write?'

Taking a seat at the small island in the kitchen, Yuuki watched as the man started up a pot of coffee. "A little bit of everything. Articles, short stories, novelettes... I'm working on an epic right now. It's a beast of a thing," he said, his eyes glittering with anticipation. "It's going to take a while to edit, but I like to just get it out and edit later." Though while Yuuki was hoping that Takuma would ask him about that book, so he could gloat about his brilliance, the man instead asked about his past work, what books he had finished. Feeling himself sweat slightly, Yuuki glanced down. "Uh...newspaper...articles..." Admittedly, none of his stuff had been published yet. He was working on it, though! This huge thing he was doing now was going to be his big break, that was why he bought this house in the first place! With this house, and no other job to worry about, he could now settle down and work on his masterpiece, his magnum opus!

"Oh, really? I wonder where I heard your name, then... I don't really read the paper anymore," Takuma hummed, glancing over from where he was now working on the dishes.

Pouting slightly, Yuuki looked down at the table. "...My dad's Yunosuke Shunya..."
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