The Ordinary Lifes of (indecorous) Butlers

Chapt. 1: Introduction

(Authors Note: Picture used here doesn't belong to me! Will be properly credited later on.)

So let me guess. You peered over this story, assuming it's going to be some kind of reverse harem type of thing? Well, sorry for disappointing you, but it's nothing of the sorts. I mean, maybe this story would even be better off like that, sadly enough though, after having these guys as my butlers for God knows how long-- I can confirm that they can't even be compared to trash, and I mean that in a bad way, that's just how horrible they are at their job, trashier than the trashiest trash.

Old scrawny slimy wrinkly men in their dirty butler like outfits, and one beautiful maid who just so happens to be way better, clean, beautiful, magnificent.

Just kidding!
Half kidding.

I would never call my butler's such cruel things, but all said aside let's start from the beginning. My name is Bell Addington, I live in a separate home from others, it's much like a mansion but not too much. I guess it's just as big as one, but not fancy. I mean, we're not royalty or anything, I just came from very hardworking parents. My parents are rarely home, so I've been taking care of myself for a long time. My mom thought all of this was too much for a 13-year-old like me back then, so she decided to leave me with some butlers to care for me.

And oh, what intriguing characters they are. I expected old fancy men, but my mom was a bit clumsy on that part. She did let me know however that I get full responsibility for if I want to fire them or keep them since they are taking care of me.

Seriously, where the heck did she find these people? Why couldn't she get only 1? Well, I guess that doesn't really matter . . .

*RING RING*

"...." I sat up on my bed. It's morning. It's been 3 years ever since my mom got me, butlers, did I mention? Wow, time goes by fast, I know.

"MISSSSS!" Sou barged into the room, like a kid who didn't get a turn to play on his XBox.

One of my butlers, his name is Sou; Sou Adeen. A special one, he's a bundle of joy, always joking around, and never manages to lose his energy.

Pretty tall, round face with messy, curly, fluffy platinum blonde hair that really brings out his big bright blue eyes. He's quite clumsy, and of course-
loud. But there's also this sparkle in him, he really keeps things lively in here.
Not to mention, other than being overly enthusiastic, he manages to always see through people without making it obvious. For example, if you had a bad day, and tried to make it out like everything's fine, no matter how good you are at faking it, he might say something like "Hey Miss, you're always looking down at your feet like somethings on your mind, are you ok?" I was shooked over the fact that he could even pinpoint that. It lets you see another side of him you never expected, and he doesn't hesitate in trying to comfort you.

"Miss?"
Snapping back into reality, I looked over at Sou and blinked a few times. "Ah sorry. Just lost in thought, is everything alright? Where's my cup of tea?"

"Um . . ." Sou hesitated. "Miss, about that, I uh . . ."
"Hm?"

"I kind of tripped on my way here . . . "

Kind of?
I sighed and stood up from my bed.

My bedroom, a big white room where I can be myself. My bed was on the far left of the room against the wall. It included a row of bow windows, a white bureau, skeptical stuffed animals peeking through pillows. Other than that, it was filled up with vintage belongings.
Sou regularly stops by before breakfast to give me tea.

"Nevermind tea. What are we having for breakfast?" I asked. I feel like eating a Japanese styled breakfast today . . .

Sou took out a notepad from his pocket and peered over it.