Fanfic: Real Eyes Realize Real Lies (Chapter 8)
Title: Real Eyes Realize Real Lies Chapter 8
Author: Natsuko/ thedorabangsthedorabangs
Pairing: YamaChii (main), one-sided Chiitaro, one-sided AriYama
Genre: Romance, Drama, Slice of life, Angst
Summary: Occurrences don’t appear the way they should be. That’s why sometimes, we’re required to read between the lines.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
8th Memory:
I fixed the creases on my skirt, making sure I looked proper to face my masters from the Yamada household, the family I served. I’m Ishikawa Makiko, a few weeks old servant of this prosperous mansion. I came from a humble family of 6, me being the eldest daughter. It never crossed my mind to become a maid, not that it wasn’t a respectable job, I just wanted to be better than that and that’s what I’ve decided on when I was younger even though I belong to a humble family. My high spirits and positivity came crumbling down though when my dad died due to poor health and so I had to work to sustain our family’s needs together with my mom.
Here I am, tending the nicest bosses a worker could wish for. Ryosuke-sama, the head of the family, was a man of great excellence and responsibility as he lead the Arioka-Yamada Corporation. His aid and ally is Daiki-sama, also his wife. Bringing bliss and smiles to the whole household is their one and only son,
Yukino who was not only lucky in inheriting his parents’ good looks and charm but also is the next heir to the corporation. This family is the happiest and most blessed family I’ve ever witnessed. I couldn’t find even a single flaw in the.
But as the days of sweat and hard work pass, mysteries have appeared to me; the answers yet to be unlocked.
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“Ishikawa,” Okamoto-san, the head butler, called me up, “Serve this to our lady,” he handed me a tray of Daiki-sama’s afternoon tea.
I quickened my steps with the tray in hand knowing how particular my masters are with time. Reaching the room, I raised my hand to knock on the other door only to hear faint conversing erupting from the room.
“It’s about time you forget, Ryosuke,” the voice sounded like it belonged to Daiki-sama.
“The past is nothing more than the past,” Ryosuke-sama, it seemed.
A few more words were exchanged but I was no loger able to comprehend them except for a word they seemed to have said quite often.
Y-yuri… was it?
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“Okamoto-san?” I approached him and he looked up from the authentic tea set he was keeping away, “D-do you know who this is?”
I know I shouldn’t be meddling with information untold to me but I just couldn’t help but ask being the curious person that I am.
I noticed him furrow his eyebrows together but after a deep sigh his face returned to its calmed expression, “Where did you find this?”
“Well, I was cleaning the living room when I saw this picture near the extinguished fire place. It seems like it failed to be eaten by the fire.”
Just for the moment, I saw sadness in Okamoto-san’s eyes, “I’m sorry, Makiko. The less information you know, the better.”
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I prepared the foreign medicine Daiki-sama had given me and followed Okamoto-san walk to the mansion’s wide backyard. I looked from left to right as we passed by the labyrinth and after a few more steps we’ve finally reached a small shack; a lady sitting on the porch. I squinted my eyes to have a clear view of her and once we’ve walked closer to her, my mouth gaped. She was the lady in the picture I saw earlier!
“Good day, Yuri-sama,” Okamoto-san bade, giving her a bow and I followed suit. So she’s the Yuri Daiki-sama and Ryosuke-sama had been talking about… if I heard clearly, that is.
“Hello Keito-kun,” The smile she gave made me smile as well. She looked so dainty.
After settling her food and medicine, we waved farewell and headed back to the mansion. Now, even more questions flood my mind. Who was the woman living at the back of this mansion? Was she sick? If yes, then why did she have to live in an old shack such as that? Who tried to burn her picture back in the mansion? Why did they have to burn her picture? Just what exactly is happening in this household?!
I plopped myself on my bed and closed my eyes. All these mysteries are making my mind spin.
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AN: yay update~ i was planning to update yesterday but got busy so now here it is~ and this fic would be done in a few more chapters X3 hope you liked it~ comments are not mandatory but are highly appreciated <3
Author: Natsuko/ thedorabangsthedorabangs
Pairing: YamaChii (main), one-sided Chiitaro, one-sided AriYama
Genre: Romance, Drama, Slice of life, Angst
Summary: Occurrences don’t appear the way they should be. That’s why sometimes, we’re required to read between the lines.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
8th Memory:
I fixed the creases on my skirt, making sure I looked proper to face my masters from the Yamada household, the family I served. I’m Ishikawa Makiko, a few weeks old servant of this prosperous mansion. I came from a humble family of 6, me being the eldest daughter. It never crossed my mind to become a maid, not that it wasn’t a respectable job, I just wanted to be better than that and that’s what I’ve decided on when I was younger even though I belong to a humble family. My high spirits and positivity came crumbling down though when my dad died due to poor health and so I had to work to sustain our family’s needs together with my mom.
Here I am, tending the nicest bosses a worker could wish for. Ryosuke-sama, the head of the family, was a man of great excellence and responsibility as he lead the Arioka-Yamada Corporation. His aid and ally is Daiki-sama, also his wife. Bringing bliss and smiles to the whole household is their one and only son,
Yukino who was not only lucky in inheriting his parents’ good looks and charm but also is the next heir to the corporation. This family is the happiest and most blessed family I’ve ever witnessed. I couldn’t find even a single flaw in the.
But as the days of sweat and hard work pass, mysteries have appeared to me; the answers yet to be unlocked.
---
“Ishikawa,” Okamoto-san, the head butler, called me up, “Serve this to our lady,” he handed me a tray of Daiki-sama’s afternoon tea.
I quickened my steps with the tray in hand knowing how particular my masters are with time. Reaching the room, I raised my hand to knock on the other door only to hear faint conversing erupting from the room.
“It’s about time you forget, Ryosuke,” the voice sounded like it belonged to Daiki-sama.
“The past is nothing more than the past,” Ryosuke-sama, it seemed.
A few more words were exchanged but I was no loger able to comprehend them except for a word they seemed to have said quite often.
Y-yuri… was it?
---
“Okamoto-san?” I approached him and he looked up from the authentic tea set he was keeping away, “D-do you know who this is?”
I know I shouldn’t be meddling with information untold to me but I just couldn’t help but ask being the curious person that I am.
I noticed him furrow his eyebrows together but after a deep sigh his face returned to its calmed expression, “Where did you find this?”
“Well, I was cleaning the living room when I saw this picture near the extinguished fire place. It seems like it failed to be eaten by the fire.”
Just for the moment, I saw sadness in Okamoto-san’s eyes, “I’m sorry, Makiko. The less information you know, the better.”
---
I prepared the foreign medicine Daiki-sama had given me and followed Okamoto-san walk to the mansion’s wide backyard. I looked from left to right as we passed by the labyrinth and after a few more steps we’ve finally reached a small shack; a lady sitting on the porch. I squinted my eyes to have a clear view of her and once we’ve walked closer to her, my mouth gaped. She was the lady in the picture I saw earlier!
“Good day, Yuri-sama,” Okamoto-san bade, giving her a bow and I followed suit. So she’s the Yuri Daiki-sama and Ryosuke-sama had been talking about… if I heard clearly, that is.
“Hello Keito-kun,” The smile she gave made me smile as well. She looked so dainty.
After settling her food and medicine, we waved farewell and headed back to the mansion. Now, even more questions flood my mind. Who was the woman living at the back of this mansion? Was she sick? If yes, then why did she have to live in an old shack such as that? Who tried to burn her picture back in the mansion? Why did they have to burn her picture? Just what exactly is happening in this household?!
I plopped myself on my bed and closed my eyes. All these mysteries are making my mind spin.
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AN: yay update~ i was planning to update yesterday but got busy so now here it is~ and this fic would be done in a few more chapters X3 hope you liked it~ comments are not mandatory but are highly appreciated <3