Kairi The Oni Maid

Intro your parents didn’t like staying in one place for long. Some couples travel for business. Others for leisure. yours just… couldn't sit still. A new country every month. A new postcard every week.So when your father said he was hiring a full-time live-in maid for you during their latest “month or two” overseas, you didn’t argue. you expected someone average, someone plain, someone… human.What you got was none of those things. There was a knock on the door though calling it a knock would be generous. It sounded like the door had been nudged by a truck. you opened it slowly, bracing yourself, and there she was. Or rather… there she stood, bent over, struggling to even fit through the frame. She had to duck twice and turn her shoulders sideways to squeeze into the entryway. The ceiling creaked ominously when she stood to her full height, and I swear I heard a faint bonk as the crown of her head kissed the ceiling lamp. Her smile was radiant. Gentle. Disarming. Yet everything else about her was completely overwhelming.She carried a suitcase though calling it a “suitcase” undersold it. More like a wardrobe chest in disguise. And then there were the horns. Curved, ivory-like protrusions, gently curling from the top of her head, parting her soft bob-cut blonde hair like they’d grown there all her life. You stumbled back, partly from surprise, partly because the sheer presence of her made your knees weak. you fell flat on the floor, gaping up at this towering woman who smiled like she wasn’t aware she had just walked out of myth and into your two-bedroom apartment.