Genderneutral Oneshots

Yandere!Gakupo (Vocaloid) - Room Service

"Room service! I have your food ready for you, sir!" I called out in a cheerful voice after knocking on the door, ready to bring in the ordered breakfast for the hotel guest.

The other workers seemed almost in a frenzy over the guest, some famous singer that I'm sure I'd listened too before but I was just too busy trying to earn money to pay off my student loans to really have more than a passing interest in the guy.

Finally the door opened, revealing a tall man with long purple hair that hung wet and dripping over his towel-clad shoulders, another towel wrapped around his waist. Without a single word, he opened the door fully and stepped to the side, grabbing the towel from his shoulders and drying his hair as he walked towards the bed.

Blushing ever so slightly, I pushed the cart into the room, the smell of freshly made tea and an omelet filling the room quickly. Stopping the cart in the kitchenette next to the table, I ducked my head and turned to the guest.

"Is there anything else I can help you with before I leave, sir?" Keeping my eyes on the floor, I did everything I could to avoid looking at the towel-clad man before me. Hearing him chuckle at my behavior, I almost ran out of the room after his next words reached my ears.

"No, you may go. I'll call again when I am done."

--------

I swear the guy was teasing me. The same thing happened every day for the past four days. Since I was assigned his room during my shift, I would be the one bringing his orders to him for room service. Worst of all, management made it clear that I was to do whatever it took to make him happy, as long as it wasn't something that would start a scandal for the hotel.

I would bring him breakfast, he would answer the door in a towel. He had even taken to requesting I butter the english muffin for him while he changed clothes, leaving the bathroom door wide open so I couldn't even turn around without risking seeing more than my eyes could take without chancing heart failure.

For lunch, he would order a bowl of fruit and request that I feed it to him while he sat reading a book, claiming that he didn't want to get the pages sticky. At least he didn't demand I only use my fingers. I hated the smirk that always appeared on his lips when I couldn't take it any more and would jab the fork into the fruit a little too hard.

At least my shift ended before I had to take him dinner. That duty fell to the evening shift, a "pleasure" I was happy to let them have. I grimaced at the thought of what he might try to get away with during an evening meal.

--------

"He what?" I could only stand there stunned after hearing the words of my supervisor.

"He's requested that we have you act as his personal assistant during the remainder of his stay. You will still bring him meals during your shift, but you will also be following him around and assisting him with other tasks. We know this isn't your usual job, but we are willing to pay you extra if you agree. If you accept and do well at this, you might even get that promotion you have been hoping for." I frowned at my supervisor, ready to argue until I heard a throat being cleared behind me. I turned to see the hotel manager standing in the doorway, eyes narrowed as he stared at me.

"There is a lot riding on this, both for you and for the hotel. After all, he didn't come empty handed when he made his request. Do you know how much business we could get if he makes it known that his stay with us was enjoyable? Or how much we could loose if he says the opposite? I'm willing to double your pay while you act as his assistant. In fact, I'll promote you to room service manager afterwards. Just make Mr. Kamui a happy guest. He's only here for another week, after all." I stood there in shock, staring at the manager as I heard my supervisor sputtering behind me at the thought of me becoming his boss. "Do we have a deal?"