Miscellaneous Lofty Scarlet Stiletto [English Version]

Igarashi Fuyuko

Inevitably I was forced to rest all day yesterday. I was forced by Fuyuko. She did not let me out of the room at all. Miraculously I could only obey even though I felt a little bit annoyed.

Today I feel much better than yesterday. Thanks to Fuyuko who accompanied me all day yesterday. She looked after me so that I could rest full day.

I do not understand what is inside this girl's mind. Is not she afraid of being killed by me? I have no prohibition on killing my own personal maid. I have rights to do anything I want from them. You can say, actually by working in this place, they are just selling themselves to me. In fact, their lives are mine.

It is not like I have never killed my personal maid all the time. I have before Jessica. Only because I felt bored.

"You're not fit with your name," I commented in the middle of a trip that takes more than two hours. Fuyuko is beside me averting her eyes, lowers her head again. Previously she was staring at the scenery of the Abbots Worthy countryside that we just passed.

I can finally go to Lymington pier today. I asked Fuyuko to accompany me to the dock along with my personal driver. Using a black Audi A3 that usually is driven by myself. In this chance, I cannot operate that thing by myself.

Fuyuko says nothing. She just rubs her palms which seems to be cold because the car's cooler is getting more bone-piercing. I can also feel it.

"You also have a bad tolerance with cold temperature."

Fuyu, in Japanese means winter.

"Is your kanji written just like that?" She understands my point and then nods.

I do not really understand kanji, but at least I perfectly understand the Japanese language. Although I still have problems with the pronunciation that is not friendly with western people's tongue. I have ever lived in Japan.

Then I pull Fuyuko's left hand and grasp it. Her hand sinks in my hand. I can easily catch the red hue on her cheek. Because the girl's skin is bright enough even though the cold covers her. She looks down deeper.

"How old are you?" Since yesterday I was curious about this fact and did not have any time to ask it. More precisely, forgot.

"Eighteen, sir." Actually I can guess it. "Today," she continues again.

I who was staring out the window immediately look at Fuyuko.

"Oh," I say. She steals a glance and our eyes meet. The red colour on her face has not disappeared. After that, I look out the window again.

We are quiet for a while along with the music of Le Mal du Pays. I looked at the England cloudy sky. Hopefully, it will not rain, because I cannot get rain. I have a strange fear. I have a phobia of anything that related to the rain.

"Do you mind if I call you Fuyuko?" In Japan, the tradition of calling the first name is done by certain people because it has many deep meanings. Usually uses to call the closest person, family or a lover. "What is your surname?" Amazingly, Dad has never provided complete data on my personal maid. Fortunately, I have never questioned it.

"Igarashi, sir." She smiled meaningfully then nodded. I looked at her.

The song of Le Mal du Pays continues to flow. Soon we will arrive.

"Sir, are you sure don't need me to come with you to Yarmouth?" She looks at me who is absorbed staring at the streets of Brockenhurst.

"Hmm?" I clear my throat without averting my eyes. She does not reply. Instead, she is silent, waiting for me to answer her question. "Do you want to come?" I asked.

Fuyuko is silent for a while, just then the Minerva classical music is played by Kosemura Akira is playing. Until the music is replaced with another Kosemura Akira music, Inside River pt.2. I wait patiently for the girl to speak out.

"I want to spend more time with you, Sir Variant." I turn my eyes towards her. Our eyes meet simultaneously. Her name definitely is not fit with herself who radiates warmth.

"Your name should be Natsu, Fuyuko." She smiles and set eyes down again. I do not know how many times the girl turned her eyes so that she does not make direct eye contact with me.

Natsu means summer in Japanese.

"Yet, I still like this name, even though there are bitter stories behind it."

"I want to listen to it." I slowly pull Fuyuko's head on my shoulder so she can lean there. She is shocked and finally, puts her head on my shoulder.

"Short story, I was born in winter and dumped by my parents in front of a brothel."

Now I understand perfectly why she arrived at my mansion. I can guess it without listening to her next story.

I can faintly hear Fuyuko's sobs. This is a significant difference between Jessica and Fuyuko. I have experienced it, living without purpose. Without any reason to survive.

"They ..." I know her next word. Before she really lets out the next words I immediately silence Fuyuko with a kiss. Of course, she is surprised. Again, even so, she still does not refuse.

"You don't need to tell me the rest of it ... " I said. Notwithstanding, I can never promise tp not kill Fuyuko someday. It depends on the circumstances that will happen to me later. "At least I'm here now, I won't leave you alone."

We arrive at Lymington pier. I asked Fuyuko to stay in the car. She will only make my trip striking if I allow her to follow me to Yarmouth.

"Unfortunately accompanied by you there will only bother me, Fuyuko." She looks rather disappointed, but cannot deny. She should already know what I will do there later without having to explain. This is not a vacation trip.

"Too bad, sir." Then she hugged me. An extraordinary kind of step. For two days she has never started this kind of physical contact with me. "I hope we will meet again." Her words get me confused, but the kiss she gave on my cheek makes me unable to comment.

I do not respond her Instead I directly leave my car to the ferry that is about to leave soon.