The Head Lord and the Rat Thief {Kamisato Ayato FanFiction}

Chapter 4 ~ The Loyal Servant and the Mansion

Chapter 4 ~The Loyal Servant and the Mansion

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       Thoma put his hands over his chest, a frown forming between his blonde eyebrows, lookinf at Caiome, who not only slept soundly with her limbs stretched out and legs apart but also snored gently through slightly parted lips, while her face was pressed against the mattress. The snoring stopped for a moment, then resumed, and Thoma finally rolled his eyes.

       He lifted his foot and gave Caiome a strong hit in the ribs, making her startle and jump on all fours in the middle of the bed. One of her hands instinctively went to her sword, grabbing the unprotected hilt and pulling it a few inches from its sheath.

       "Who goes there?" she asked, only to see Thoma standing in front of her, ready to defend himself. "Oh," she said when she saw Thoma through the strands of her hair strewn over her forehead, eyes, and cheeks. "It's just you." She put the sword back in its sheath, turning her back to him and closing her eyes.

       "What are you doing?" Thoma asked.

       "Can't you see?" Caiome mumbled disdainfully. "I'm trying to go back to sleep."

       Thoma resumed his initial position, looking at her with displeasure. "Unfortunately," he said with a particular sarcasm, "I can't let you do that. It's morning, and you have work to do."

       Caiome didn't respond.

       "Work that requires you to wake up, and I'm responsible for your probationary period."

       This time, Caiome snorted, adjusting herself better with her head on the pillow and covering her eyes, where the light was coming through the window.

       "Probationary period? And what happens if I don't obey you or your master's orders? Or what if I don't pass the probationary period? Will Ayato kick me out?" she laughed.

       Thoma blinked in confusion. It was impossible for this... creature to be so stubborn, indifferent, and disobedient, especially considering that Lord Kamisato held something over her, not the other way around. In fact, Lord Kamisato had control over more than just a shell with a dead Vision; however, this girl seemed oblivious to that fact.

       "Maybe then you won't get your shell back," Thoma suggested.

       Caiome waved her hand dismissively, as if she didn't care at all.

       "And also," Thoma continued, "he might hand you over to the police for theft."

       This time, Caiome laughed even louder, mocking him and his master, turning onto her back. She finally opened her eyes, putting her arms under her head, and looked at Thoma with that intense, slightly bloody red iris' that formed a strange contrast—dangerous and sickly—with her hair, which was neither gray, nor silver, but somewhere in between.

       Thoma had to admit, he had been warned about her personality. He had witnessed her madness the previous evening, and after Lord Kamisato appointed him as her caretaker, he pulled him aside to warn him about how Caiome might present herself.

       "If she refuses, just insist,"  Lord Kamisato had said. "That girl won't give up on the Vision's shell."

       And perhaps that was true; maybe she wouldn't give up on it. But judging by her current behavior, it seemed like she didn't even care either. That's why Thoma had asked Lord Kamisato the night before why he didn't simply hand her over to the authorities, why he decided to keep her as a servant in his house, and especially why he left the Anemo Vision with Caiome when she could very well harm someone.