MISHA BASKERVILLE - AZRAYLA LENTIL
Collaboration between
Akashi &
Silver
THE BASKERVILLE ESTATE
Summary: Misha has an interesting dream, but is awakened by Azrayla in quite the pequliar way. They go over the schedule and the interesting development in his business draws closer.
A wide but extravagant bed, his back turned against the ceiling, his room slightly messy. Some prototype toys spread around the floor. His face was buried inside his pillow. Misha was a heavy sleeper. His mouth was slightly open, which would obviously mean that he was drooling all night. His hair was messy and ashen white, reaching to the bottom of his neck.
He was bare naked from the waist and up. His room was dull and grey. The curtains made sure that the sun was not seeping inside the room. Oh, his last night was a blissful one. "
Mmm." He made an almost grumpy-like noise. Moving his face around the pillow. His lips smacked, before a smile was slowly around his mouth. He was having a good dream, apparently.
Azrayla had woken early that morning as per usual, going about her business while darkness still held supreme over the earth. But this didn't bother the demoness, no, she went about the chores, movements ghost like and efficient as she did. However, it wasn't long before the dawn began to creep its way over the horizon. The demoness paused, looking out the grand window she's been cleaning, her reflections stared back at her as she watched the colors of the dawn creep further and further into the sky. Quickly, she rearranged the priorities in her mind. This was the dullest part of the day for her. Cleaning was just so boring. But the succubus kept up the work until all of the windows had a fresh clean shine. By now, it was creeping closer to the time her master should be woken up.
"Right, to the kitchen." Her voice slid out, barely an echo around the empty walls as she made her way there. After that, it was a flurry of movement. Eggs came into her hands, flour, spinach, and a plethora of other things. As she mixed and whipped, not a single drop was spilled. AT least cooking was a bit more entertaining than cleaning. Soon, she had the mixture of Quiche in the oven, water beginning to boil for her master's tea. Part of her paused. No, she'd save the cake for another meal. Besides, a quiche was kind of like an egg cake, right?
Humans are so peculiar She moved on to her next task.
By the time breakfast was done, there was a quiche, the model of perfection. A whipped strawberry mouse atop a thin layer of cake, and even though she had planned to wait the demon found herself making it before the act had registered. Two slices of bacon, flavored in maple had been added to the side accompanied by a small bowl of mixed fruits. For the drinks, the woman had a cup filled with tea infused with strawberries, to keep to the theme and a glass of orange-passion fruit juice as well as a glass of water.
Carefully, the demon lifted the tray and went to the small table her master often used. It was a small sunny nook, a spot more cozy than the grand dining room. After the table was set, Rayla whisked the tray back to the kitchen before she darted up the stairs to wake the young man.
At his door, the demon paused, and schooled her features before she knocked.
"Botchan, it's time for you to wake up." She called through the wood before promptly letting herself in. An amused smirk flickered over her features as she took him in. Now, what was the best way to wake the man? The demon prowled closer to the bed, hand going to rest on her hips as she looked him over. A wicked idea settled itself into her mind and she found herself crawling over the top of the man, careful not to actually touch him.
"booootttcchhhhaannnnnnnnn" she whispered, when there was still no response, the demoness promptly set herself down atop the man and began to poke her cheek, a big grin lighting over her face. If he had not been drooling, she may have stolen a kiss. But for now, this was her amusement.
Misha was still in his deep slumber, moving about his face, making sleeping noises and what not. To no avail, he still didn't wake up, no matter what his butler did at that point. She was used to him being like that. In his dream, he was holding two tommy guns in his hand. There were figures in silhoutte before him. A big wide and happy laugh was emanating from his lips.
Shooting like crazy, as if there were marks before him, but all of a sudden, his guns stopped working no matter how many times he pushed down the triggers. Misha looked forward, and noticed the darkness all over his little dream. It was pitch black. His guns were gone, "
Wh. Where are my guns?.." He questioned himself in the dream, but also in his mind back in reality.
He felt something quite heavy, and felt like he was paralyzed. What was going on? He tried to squirm is way out from the darkness, but thats when he woke up gradually from his slumber. His red mesmerizing eyes opened up slightly. His face looking to the right, towards the elegant wall close to one of the windows in his room.
Misha felt that something was on top of him. He used the little strength he had in the morning to move his eyes as much as he could, noticing none other than his butler, Azrayla straddled on top of him, poking his cheeks as if he was a toy. The irony. "
Butler-chan.." He started..
His voice was weak, and quite tiresome. He made a slurping noise as he dragged the saliva around his lips back in his mouth. "
What are you doing... Let me sleeeeeep." He almost annoyingly squirmed every so slightly.
"
I'll give you a kiss later if you let me get back to my dream for at least another hour..." He was half-awake, drifting in his thoughts. He wanted to be left alone, but for some reason also liked the idea of her figure straddled on top of him like that. "
Why don't you .. massage me?.. My shoulders are.. stiff..... Yeah.."
The demons mirth only grew as she watched the slummbering lord wake sluggishly. If her tail had form at the moment, it'd be swaying behind her in a slow manner. But it was not, so there would be no slow swaying. She had to at least look human, now didnt she?
Her smile only grew as his pretty red eyes finally landed on her. As he spoke, the demon listened obediently, the corners of her lips twitching as she tried not to break into giggles over his state.
"Oh, but botchan, if I leave you be I'll get bored....then who knows what kind of trouble I may get into." She teased right back, moving to poke his chin.
"And it's no fun if you give me a kiss...." She added. No, the demon quite liked her sneak attacks, thank you. It was too easy if the kiss was just given to her like that. At his request she paused and her head tilted just somewhat.
"If my master wishes for a massage then I will do my very best to give him only what he desires."
With that, she stood up and backed up.
"Lay on your stomach fully, botchan." She ordered the man, as she began to unbutton her blazer. Said item was thrown over the doorknob perfectly not even thirty seconds later as she began to roll her sleeves up.
Misha accepted her request, still half-awake. "
I'm turning around now, Rayla..." He lazily added. After his butler moved a bit back to give him some room, he mustered the little strength he had and turned around, his arms stretched to the side, like a "T". His eyes were fixated on her figure as she started to take of her clothes, or so he assumed.
'
What is she doing... I asked for a massage.. Why did I turn around when my shoulders are stiff? Isn't it suppose to be massaged from the back?' Some weird thoughts ran through his mind. Misha eventually ended up thinking about something naughty.
His expression turned to curious, before confused, before he realized what was going on. After her blazer, she'd unbutton her shirt, and so on. Azrayla was like that. Quite mischievous, playful, flirtiaous. The sudden adrenaline came out of nowhere, his eyes widened. "
Waaaaaaaait!... Wait.. Wait... Waiiiiiiit.." He repeatedly exclaimed, with a silly expression all over his face.
He used his hands to move back, as if he was backed into a corner, before he turned towards the edge of the bed, falling down. His eyes meeting with Azrayla, who was definetely confused and obviously amused by what just occured. "
I'm not ready for that yet.. Not with my butler.. Not so fast..." He waved his hands in denial while on the floor, before his right hand landed on one of the toys which was manufactured in his company.
It was a pointy toy, which caused some sharp pain to run through his arm quite drastically. "
O.. Aaaa..." He was quite clumsy. The toy had wheels underneath, which pushed it backwards, dragging his arm with it, pulling him down. A thud-like sound escaped the floor. Misha was all grumpy.
He did not move an inch for a few seconds as the silent echoed throughout the big room. He tilted his head to the side ever so suddenly, his gaze ending up on Rayla. He realized he was fooling himself and probably jumped to a stupid conclusion. "
Is my breakfast ready!?.." He suddenly asked quite seriously. As if he wanted to forget the embarassing moment. Misha was fully awake now, despite the circumstances that led to it.
The demoness paused as her human made a rather noisy outburst. With a blink of red eyes, she turned to look at im, hand still resting on the sleeve of her left elbow. What was he on about? It took a few seconds, but then Azraylas lips began to stretch into a slow, somewhat sinister smirk. Oh, her poor sweet earl. A giggle slipped from her lips as her eyes watched him in a nearly predatory manner.
Then the situation got even funnier and the stream of giggles didn't cease as Mish met the floor in a suddn impact. Her arms wrapped around her middle as mirth glistened in her red eyes. It took a few moments but eventually the demon was able to quiet herself and regain some of ehr composure. Ohhhhh, Misha was always such good fun.
"But of course, botchan, breakfast is in the nook as per usual." Her voice purred, a touch of demonic seduction leaking into its human guise.
"I believe it will still be warm, but I can warm it up further for you if you so wish." She continued before she crossed to his closet and pulled out a simple shirt to put on his pale chest. She turned back to him and crossed the space seperating them in easy, gliding steps before she came to a halt and offered the man the hand that didn't hold the soft silken piece.
"Come botchan, let's get you decent, shall we?" She paused, before wicked intent lit her features,
"Unless my master would prefer to have his massage after all?" She purred again, letting her lids lower.
"I'd be more than happy to offer only the best of services for whichever part of the body my master so desires....."
As always, Misha's breakfast was ready, but he always liked to enjoy it somewhere else beside his bedroom in the morning. His butler knew that quite well. He turned around, pulling himself slightly up from pequliar state. He could clearly see that Azrayla had fun watching him make a fool out of himself. If anyone, she would perhaps be the only one who knew such a clumsy side of the Queen's Joker.
A disappointing sigh escaped his lips as his hand ran through his ashen hair, making his forehead and red eyes quite visible. "
Good good.. You always do have it ready when I need it.. I guess having a demon for a butler wasn't a bad choice after all." He joked, before accepting the helping hand his butler provided.
"
No no.. The massage can wait.." Pulling himself up he turned around. His expression was somewhat dull, but his eyes were quite serious. Misha was back to his normal self, but there was just too much mystery around the man. While Azrayla put his shirt on, he decided to ask the obvious. "
So.. Rayla.. What's for breakfast?.."
His mind was curious because, if anything, his butler always surprised him during the morning. The food was always different, but for some reason, it was always something he would enjoy. Ten points for his butler right there. "
Is it something simple... Or... exquisite?.." A small laugh escaped his lips, as he turned around, allowing Azrayla to button up his morning shirt, which was quite loose as it reached down his waist.
Azrayla went about the process of assisting the young man as he dressed. These actions were habit, and the demon was fairly certain she could do it in her sleep. Red eyes took in the soft pale, human flesh of her master. It was pretty, far prettier than some of the demons she had known. The woman felt a hunger gnaw at her gut. A hunger that she pushed down.
No, now was not the time to feed herself. She had someone else to feed at the moment. After the last button had been buttoned and the soft temptation had been hidden from her sight, the demon finally looked up, red meeting red as her eyes met his. A playful expression crossed over her features.
"I'd like to think that even the most simplest of things can be made to be exquisite with the right hand...." She began,
"However you'll just have to hurry and get to the table if you want to know, now won't you?" She stuck the tip of her tongue out at the man before she popped back up and turned on her heel towards the door. As she walked she unrolled her sleeves, letting them return to how they were before. When she opened the door, she scooped her blazer up and shrugged her shoulders back into it, and began to button it up. It went on perfectly, as if it hadn't just been thrown across a door handle.
The demon paused before her face went neutral and she stepped to the side, bowing at the waist.
"If you will, botchan, allow me to lead you to were your breakfast will be served." Her voice came out respectful, the perfect picture of a woman in service to a lord...and the total opposite of the teasing tone she had just held.
"
Well then.. Whatever it is. I'm looking forward to it." Misha added, taking note of the words she uttered. Even though he is the one to create puzzles, there were times where he couldn't even best his butler. Sometime, the thought about her allowing him to achieve victory in some of the games ran through his mind. There was no getting around her.
And then there were those outside the Estate. The humans and their facades. The disgust. Thinking about that really brought an almost hateful expression on his face, however it was quickly brushed off when his butler wanted to show him the way to his hot food. "
I wonder what it could be.." He smiled nonchalantly, before clapping his hands together.
"
Alright, Rayla. Lead the way then." Misha, as always, decided to follow her, even if he knew where the food was being served. As the walked down the big hall way of the Baskerville Manor, his red eyes glanced around at the walls, looking at the art plastered about. It was truly a sight to see, even if it was his own home, he just couldn't get used to it. They were some of the most prized art he had.
Other than a toy factory, Misha Baskerville's enterprise extended as far as to art. Having a company just for that. His business was spread throughout England, and especially London. In his own free time, he would paint until being satisfied. Creating even puzzles for his customers to solve in the paintings he made. But also predictions.
Approaching the room where the breakfast was served, he spoke up. "
So.. Is today's newspaper ready?.." Misha rhetorically asked, because he knew the answer. If anything, he needed his newspaper at all times. He wanted to know if anything important would interest him. He had many reasons. Some or most of them lingered in the darkness, with his intentions for the future.
Looking at the food on the table, he made an almost joyous expression. "
Oh, this looks wonderful.. And I'm staaaaaaaaarving..." He almost made a leaping expression, extending his hands in the air, stretching them out, inhaling and exhaling his breath.
After a moment, Misha took a seat by the table, before grabbing the fork with his right hand. Looking over at Azrayla with a satisfying smile, he asked. "
So what am I about to eat?"
The demoness led the way through the halls, twisting and turning as necesssary as she led the way. Her heels clacked against the wood as she moved. While her master was lost in his train of thoughts, Rayla to was locked away in her own. She thought of the agenda for the day, and what clothing would be best for the young man behind her to wear. But in the back of her mind, she already knew she'd be dressing him in something pretty. Part of her wondered if the outfits she often chose for him offended him. He had yet to say something on the matter if they did.
When they arrived at the nook,the demon pulled the chair out for the young man as he took his seat and scooted it in without trouble. She was a demon after all. And while her human shape was smaller than the young man, her demon one was not. She also possessed a large deal of strength even for a demon of her kind. It was part of the reason she'd become a warrior instead of pursuing what her race normally would have.
As if the man's question had summoned her, one of the mansion maids, a sweet blushing thing with pretty blonde hair, came in with a tray holding the print the man requested. Azrayla couldn't help the small smirk that slid over her lips. She knew for a fact that the girls kiss tasted like strawberries. The demon summoned her over with a crook of her finger before taking the offered newspaper and setting it on the table beside her master's breakfast.
Hunger again peeked up as she looked over the maid's form. Yes, hungry she was indeed. Perhaps she shouldn't have hired so much attractive help for her master. Red eyes glanced back at the pale haired man. Immediatly she dismissed this. No, he deserved only the best and that was what he would get.
"Thank you, Rosie." She purred, the maid blushed darker before she scammped off, dimissing herself. The demon turned her attention back to the man at the table.
"This morning, I have prepared a quiche, baked to perfection, as the main dish. Accompanying it are two pieces of bacon flavored in only the best of syrups for my master, and a bowl of the finest fresh fruits. To drink, we have a tea infused with a strawberry's sweetness and juice made of a blend of oranges and passion fruits to give my master a healthy dose of vitamin C. Along with that, you have a glass of icy water to wash it down with. Then for desert we have a whipped straweberry mouse atop a cake flavored with the finest vanilla." She finally concluded her introduction and gave another slight bow. A sweet breakfast for a sweet tooth.
"Please, botchan, enjoy your meal."
The presentation of the food was perfect, but for some reason, Misha felt that it was too much for his stomach to handle in the morning. Especially the desert, however, everything else would probably end inside his belly with ease. "
Aaa.." He awed, looking at the food.
Misha was also quite observant, and would almost catch anything suspicious even if one would believe he wasn't looking. He knew what type of a demon his butler was, and he knew exactly what she craved from time to time. His eyes shifted from and to when it came to the maid, Rosie and Azrayla. Pointing his fork at his butler after the former left, he spoke up, making something clear.
"
Rayla.. I need you to keep your hunger in check." He demanded, before smiling quite mischieviously. "
Alright.. Lets eat this... Quiche... And.. Maybe the dessert." Glacning ever so slightly at Azrayla again, he decided to give her some feedback.
"
This smells amazing.." He finished, before using the knife with his left hand. Cutting the Quiche in pieces before using the fork to eat each piece slowly, savoring the moment. "
Mmmmm.. Simple and exquisite indeed." Misha referred to what his butler said earlier.
His eyes met with the newspaper which was now on the table. He'd have to read it later. He had to ask his butler the most important question in the moment. "
So what kind of an adventure will I.. Or we be having today." Misha was talking more precisely about the schedule, and how busy he'd be for the entire day.
At her masters demand, a pout slid over her features and for a moment the room around them heated for just a few seconds. But she schooled her features back into place and the temperature dropped back to normal.
"
But of course, botchan." She answered him, even as she threw a hissy fit inside of her mind. If her tail have been out, it'd be flapping angrily back and forth like an agitated cat. The demon folded her hands and lowered her head submissively as the man gave his feedback and went about eating his breakfast. At his inquiry about the day. The demon looked back up before her lips opened. Her voice was again in resemblance to a butler in service. Polite and formal.
"Today, botchan, you have a meeting with the board scheduled at noon. After which you have two more appointments scheduled, the first at one with a Mr. Vandaugh, and the second at two with a Lady Velise." She paused.
"Then at three we have an appointment to keep at the queens behest."
She paused again,
"I've alloted four hours for this before we shall return back to the manor and prepare for the dinner party you wished tonight. Which will begin sharply at 7:30." She concluded a listing of the day's appointments.
"This morning however, my master has a pile of paperwork sitting on his desk." A small flicker of amusement made its way into her eyes before dissappearing just as quickly.
"Do you agree with this, botchan?" She inquired.
Indeed, Misha's schedule was packed. Three meetings in the day, but what really stuck in his mind was the one at noon, the board meeting. "
I see." He started. Time had already passed as he had eaten most of his breakfast, leaving the dessert alone. He gulped down the water in one go before placing it back on the table, but quite hard at that.
Leaning back on his seat, he let go of his fork and knife. Taking the napkin which he had over his shirt, he removed the remnants of the food around his lips. He almost exasperated while looking at the ceiling. Staying quiet for the moment, letting it all sink in. His red eyes squinted. "
So another attempt to remove me from the company eh... This is uncalled for..." He uttered with confident.
No matter what they did, he knew exactly why they did it. He was too young, too ambitious. He was just not right for the company. Not after his father died. They wanted someone more adult-like to take over the toy factory. That was Misha's main business. Another thing that came as expected was the Queen and her request. "
And her constant nagging." He referred to his majesty. Days before, Misha had already received her letter, and the fact that there was something she wanted him to find out.
Moving on regarding the schedule, the name Vandaugh and Velise came to mind. "
Ah, so Mr. Vandaugh is finally reporting in.. I wonder what he has in store for me.." Standing up from the chair, he threw his napkin on the table quite carelessly before turning away, towards the big wide window, looking out at the lovely weather.
A grin was plastered all over his face. The Joker inside him was finally waking up. "
Let them try." He whispered to himself, referring to the board meeting. Turning around quite seriously, he ordered his butler. "
Make sure that the paintings I've made so far is presentable to Lady Velise. She's probably coming to collect them, I'm sure."
If anything, Lady Velise was also someone who always tried to weasel her way inside the good favors of the Baskerville, especially Misha. Flirting, giving indirect signals. Whenever the opportunity presented itself. Misha's hand was supporting his chin while his index finger slowly, but surely drummed on his cheek. The grin was back in place.
"
My bath is ready, I assume?.." He asked. "
And make sure my clothes for the day are ready and set for when I'm done, and in my room. I'll be wearing this until the board meeting.. I'll probably be up in my office after I'm done with my bath as well. And as for the dessert. " He glanced over at the untouched dessert on the table. "
Make sure this is served along with lunch during the board meeting. I'm sure you'll have everything ready by then."
His trust in his butler never wavered. He knew Azrayla would have everything set for him by then. Grabbing the newspaper on the table, he walked towards the door before stopping in his tracks. "
Should I even ask if you could handle this, demon?" He rhetorically finished.
The demon stood quiet as the man spoke, listening to his words. It looked like the man was awake enough now to handle his own. Well, there goes my fun. A voice popped up in the back of her mind followed by a snort.
No, your fun ended when he told you to control your appetites. Not fair. Like this, she argued back and forth with herself as she watched him stand before the window.
Oh, but which room would she set up for the art viewing? Rooms raced through her mind before she settled on a parlor just off of the gardens. The windows would be like works of art themselves and it would be a perfect ambiance for such a thing. She'd have some of the furniture cleared out to make room for the paintings to stand. Her mind raced as it went through a checklist of preparations to make things perfect.
"But of course my lord," She responded.
"Your bath should be at the perfect temperature by the time you get to it." She answered him, even as her mind planned ahead for the day. She didn't answer after that. Of course she'd have his clothes laid out for him, she already had the perfect ensamble chosen for the man, she just needed to lay them out for him. A simple task.
When he spoke of the desert, her eyes glanced over at the piece still still sitting on the table. She hated when he didn't finish her food. What was the point of going through so much effort if he wasn't going to finish it all? The demon swept that from her mind. No, it was of no concern. For now, she was his until the time came when the tables would turn.
"Of course, botchan." She answered again. Then her eyes looked up and met his back, they flashed over to a more demonic nature, the pupils turning into slits as he called her by what she was.
"Better than any human botchan." She quipped back,
With that, the demon straightened and she too turned and left, leaving through the opposite side of the room that the human she served did. She had things to do.
"
Heh.." Misha added at the end, looking over at his butler leaving the room.
'I never figured it'd be this easy to get under her skin, but perhaps I didn't' A simple yet playful thought ran through his mind as he opened the door. Exiting through the other end. It was time to read the newspaper while taking the bath.
His mind veered off as he quickly looked over the newspaper while walking down towards the bath. Flipping through pages until a name. "Enralle" was shown. A ball was happening. It sounded quite amusing to him. Perhaps some of the people from his company will take part in such an event. Perhaps Misha could further his true agenda by using this event.
'Surely I'll get an invite from Countess of the Enralle.'
If anything, it was an elegant ball with members of the high society. Powerful people, and earls among countesses that would attend. Misha couldn't miss it for the world. Things were only going to get interesting.