MAYA 2 - A Hidden KEY-

A strange encounter

Ayato's pov

"Good evening everyone." i latched open the door handle, slipping through the crack of light pouring into the hallway. No one was there to greet me, other than a smiling maid, the size of a pink hourglass teardrop.

"Good evening Mr Yato!." the short lady hushed giving a frail smile before swimming down the basement stairs. Was...she nervous?

"come to think of it."

I glazed down at Donna curled up in my chest.

I guess this position doesn't exactly grant the best impression.

My feet unclasped themselves from my iron platforms, socks squeezing the carpet bedding underneath. finally. it was like replenishing myself from a long days work.

Chasing a underage kid round a 18+ nightclub to save her from a group of anonymous pedophiles.

nice.

"Ow!"

My back felt like wood, arms, like bricks and bottom heels stung of  arriving sores. each bone screaming for a bath in salts and essential oils.

It didn't help that i was carrying a 15 year old girl in my arms either.

I began to slide her fingers off of my collar, even in slumber she was seemingly clinging on for dear life. damn girl,you got strength.

"Donna.....Donna, we're home." I tore her tiny head away from my neck,  it started bobbing left and right softly, her sluggish corpse finally reawakening.

"Hmm.." she mumbled  flippantly...languid and all, glossed eyes colored with dreams, still unconscious to reality.

"I'm not ready for dinner yet."

I rolled my eyes to the back of my head and back again. "If your joking then this aint cute, my back is on fire."

Donna's crawled back into her snail like position "That's nice."

why me.

My legs smacked over another damn. set of stairs, well ready to launch Donna into orbit.

"Donna." I huffed. "You're gonna have to tell me which room is yours, it's been a while since i've explored the west hall."

"Which room is yours." she echoed sleepily.

"You better not be surprised if  you wake up in a random guest room or toilet."

My body plunged  over the final step of the mountain, collapsing with donna still glued to my arms.

phew.

Thank the lor-

A n o t h e r. s t a i r c a se

I can't do this anymore, this girl is taking liberties.

"Donna, wake up, i've taken you as far as i possibly can, please tell me you can make the rest of the way on your own."

Her large eyes slowly blossomed, the evening sun pouring in to swim in her coffee brewed irises. They looked so much like her sister's.

"What are you doing in my house?"

"What am i doin- WHAT ARE U DOING SLEEPING IN MY ARMS?"

Donna looked down for confirmation. She was wrapped in my arms, tucked away at the pockets of her dress and face centimeters away from my nose.