Just the Maid

Chapter Ten- Skateboarding

We walked through the forest straight to the mansion. I thought we were lost a few times, but I had faith in him. Not. How could I possibly put my faith in just a little kid!? Even if he IS a Zoldyck. But, finally, we made it to the mansion.

The doors opened automatically by two dark haired, sunglasses-wearing, buff dudes.

"Welcome, Master Killua," they chorused. I shivered at them. They were so in sync! We carried on anyway. I had my cloak on, so nobody questioned me. Especially since I was with a Zoldyck.

We traveled through a few corridors until we reached a set of double doors that reached up to the ceiling high above us. Two more buff dudes with sunglasses opened the doors. My eyes could barely comprehend the awesomeness of this room.

The walls stretched to meet the ceiling, bland in its whiteness, but the chandelier made it sparkle like snow. The room was huge! About as big as a half a football field. A miniature skateboard park was on the far side of the room, just a few ramps and a half pipe. Weights and bench presses and other workout machines were next to the little park. On my left was a pool table, foosball, and other arcade games. On my right were beanbag chairs and a white bed, similar to my guest one.

"Wow," I awed.

"It's nothing special," he said, nonchalantly. He walked over to the pool table. "Do you play?"

"Um..." I took off my hood, but left my cape on. "Not much, but I know how to play."

"Good. Play with me." Then, he got out the balls and sticks.

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"How are you so good!? I thought you didn't play it that often!" he exclaims as I win our third game in a row.

"I never said I wasn't good," I laughed. "Play again?"

"No, I think we should play something else." He climbed down from the little stool he had to use and together we put the game away.

"So, what do you want to do now?" I ask.

"Hmmm... Do you skateboard?" He looks up at me expectantly.

"No, I've never been on one."

"C'mon then! I'll teach you!" He ran to the little skateboard park with much enthusiasm.

"This side is a lot different than what I've seen so far. Does just playing games make him change THIS drastically?" I thought. I walked over to him.

"Do you play by yourself a lot?"

He whipped his head around and stared at me for a moment. Then he drooped his head down so his hair covered his eyes.

"Yeah." He was silent. Then, he perked his head up and had a big smile on his face. "But that's okay! I have to do a lot of stuff on my own anyway." He grabbed his skateboard and held it out to me.

"Uh, why don't you give me a demonstration first?" I say.

"Oh, yeah! That would be smart," he nervously chuckles. He climbs to the top of the half pipe, readies himself on his skateboard, then glides down smoothly. When he reaches the other end, he does a turn, then stops at the top again.

"Your turn!" he calls.

"I can't do that!" I exclaim.