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Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
66
Views:
7,024
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Ashe Inperiaru - Part 1
Chapter 19 – Ashe Inperiaru – Part 1
The knock at his bedroom door startled him out of his anger. He stopped pacing and went to throw the door open. He expected to see Harmony standing there, crying, as she often did after they fought, but instead it was the tiny figure of his sister, looking anything but proud as she pouted her lips up at him and gave him those doleful eyes. “Are you all right?” she asked of him. “I heard Harmony slam the door on her way out.”
“She’s loud and obnoxious,” he sneered. “She can hardly help being loud on her way out. She’s mad because I wouldn’t… I don’t need to be telling this to my baby sister.” Ashe walked away from the door, but he left it open, his way of inviting her in. It had been their sign since she was a child. If the door was open she was not just welcome, but wanted, if it was closed she tried to stay as far away as possible. She could not help knocking when Harmony slammed doors to check on him. Harmony had a bit of a temper, and she seemed to only be making him angrier as the months went on. Childhood sweethearts were fast becoming childhood enemies.
Rhapsody walked into his room, closing the door softly behind her. “I’m sorry, Ashe,” she said quietly. “I did not mean to disturb you, I just was worried. You two have been fighting a lot lately.”
“You speak like someone older than twelve,” he mumbled.
“I’m thirteen,” she said defiantly, “and you know it, since you gave me that doll for my thirteenth birthday to add to my collection.”
Ashe smiled to himself, but he did not let his baby sister see it. He turned towards her, walked close, and gave her a warm hug, just enjoying the feel of her close to him. Even among all of the other children between the Memeshii’s and the Kiseki’s and with Waza bouncing somewhere in-between it all, Ashe and Rhapsody had always made a formidable duo. Everyone knew Ashe would fight for his sister, and perhaps it was what made her weak and quiet, but she was a doll, a porcelain piece of work, compared to the harshness of the rest of the families. Bliss was too coarse in her mild temper, Harmony was too tempered, Yuna was too… Yuna, and Tiera was too… bland. Rhapsody was better than all of them, in his own eyes, and it often made him wonder why he would not find a girl like her instead of Harmony, whom for the last few months he had been using more than loving.
“You should go back to your room,” Ashe explained after a long exhale. “I need to get some rest for school tomorrow. Public school is a lot more demanding than your fancy private school.”
Rhapsody only laughed, knowing that Ashe slacked off as much as he could in school. She turned her back, ready to leave him for the night, but his hand on her arm brought her back in the room. He turned her so fast her head was spinning. He brought her up, off of her toes, and his lips crashing down upon her own. Rhapsody was too shocked to react at first, feeling Ashe bow her back, kissing her deeper than… well, she had never been kissed before so she did not know what to expect.
Ashe carried her to the bed, throwing her down fast and smooth. She looked up at him, frightened and ready to scream. She opened her mouth, ready to let out a roar, but Ashe was faster than she could ever hope to be. She was clamping down on his hand before she knew it, all sound muffled behind his large hands. He looked remorseful, about what he was going to do to his baby sister, but he also looked determined, like something inside of him was about to snap.
“Ashe, no,” she pleaded behind his hand, but he did not hear a word. Gone was the brother who had been protecting her for years, gone was the man who had looked so lost just moments ago. Replaced was a ruthless man, a man like all of the others her mother and father had warned about, a man after only one thing.
He removed his hand long enough to remove his pants and push up her nightgown, long enough for her to scream stop, to yell for help, but no one would come to help. Her mother and father were at a gala that night, they wouldn’t be home for hours. Hours was too long, because by that time Ashe would have done what his intentions are.
The whole time she pleaded for him to stop, she cried, and while he was tender, and tried to be kind, and tried to make her enjoy it, she could only cry and pout and kick and hit at him. She was sure she left scratches and bruises and welts, but then she wasn’t sure she fought too hard. Her mind was jumbled, but one thing was clear, one thought broke free constantly, why, why, why, WHY, WHY?
~*~
Rhapsody sat up in the hotel bed and looked around, confused. She felt the mascara that had run down her cheeks, felt the lipstick that smeared on the white pillowcases. Beside her Tiera slept peacefully, barely noticing Rhapsody’s movement.
Rhapsody went to the bathroom, quietly, creeping carefully, and just knelt by the toilet and cried. Why had she played that stupid game? She had a voice once, but it never worked. It was unfair. It was unfair that she should have to live with this, but live with it… was her only choice.
The knock at his bedroom door startled him out of his anger. He stopped pacing and went to throw the door open. He expected to see Harmony standing there, crying, as she often did after they fought, but instead it was the tiny figure of his sister, looking anything but proud as she pouted her lips up at him and gave him those doleful eyes. “Are you all right?” she asked of him. “I heard Harmony slam the door on her way out.”
“She’s loud and obnoxious,” he sneered. “She can hardly help being loud on her way out. She’s mad because I wouldn’t… I don’t need to be telling this to my baby sister.” Ashe walked away from the door, but he left it open, his way of inviting her in. It had been their sign since she was a child. If the door was open she was not just welcome, but wanted, if it was closed she tried to stay as far away as possible. She could not help knocking when Harmony slammed doors to check on him. Harmony had a bit of a temper, and she seemed to only be making him angrier as the months went on. Childhood sweethearts were fast becoming childhood enemies.
Rhapsody walked into his room, closing the door softly behind her. “I’m sorry, Ashe,” she said quietly. “I did not mean to disturb you, I just was worried. You two have been fighting a lot lately.”
“You speak like someone older than twelve,” he mumbled.
“I’m thirteen,” she said defiantly, “and you know it, since you gave me that doll for my thirteenth birthday to add to my collection.”
Ashe smiled to himself, but he did not let his baby sister see it. He turned towards her, walked close, and gave her a warm hug, just enjoying the feel of her close to him. Even among all of the other children between the Memeshii’s and the Kiseki’s and with Waza bouncing somewhere in-between it all, Ashe and Rhapsody had always made a formidable duo. Everyone knew Ashe would fight for his sister, and perhaps it was what made her weak and quiet, but she was a doll, a porcelain piece of work, compared to the harshness of the rest of the families. Bliss was too coarse in her mild temper, Harmony was too tempered, Yuna was too… Yuna, and Tiera was too… bland. Rhapsody was better than all of them, in his own eyes, and it often made him wonder why he would not find a girl like her instead of Harmony, whom for the last few months he had been using more than loving.
“You should go back to your room,” Ashe explained after a long exhale. “I need to get some rest for school tomorrow. Public school is a lot more demanding than your fancy private school.”
Rhapsody only laughed, knowing that Ashe slacked off as much as he could in school. She turned her back, ready to leave him for the night, but his hand on her arm brought her back in the room. He turned her so fast her head was spinning. He brought her up, off of her toes, and his lips crashing down upon her own. Rhapsody was too shocked to react at first, feeling Ashe bow her back, kissing her deeper than… well, she had never been kissed before so she did not know what to expect.
Ashe carried her to the bed, throwing her down fast and smooth. She looked up at him, frightened and ready to scream. She opened her mouth, ready to let out a roar, but Ashe was faster than she could ever hope to be. She was clamping down on his hand before she knew it, all sound muffled behind his large hands. He looked remorseful, about what he was going to do to his baby sister, but he also looked determined, like something inside of him was about to snap.
“Ashe, no,” she pleaded behind his hand, but he did not hear a word. Gone was the brother who had been protecting her for years, gone was the man who had looked so lost just moments ago. Replaced was a ruthless man, a man like all of the others her mother and father had warned about, a man after only one thing.
He removed his hand long enough to remove his pants and push up her nightgown, long enough for her to scream stop, to yell for help, but no one would come to help. Her mother and father were at a gala that night, they wouldn’t be home for hours. Hours was too long, because by that time Ashe would have done what his intentions are.
The whole time she pleaded for him to stop, she cried, and while he was tender, and tried to be kind, and tried to make her enjoy it, she could only cry and pout and kick and hit at him. She was sure she left scratches and bruises and welts, but then she wasn’t sure she fought too hard. Her mind was jumbled, but one thing was clear, one thought broke free constantly, why, why, why, WHY, WHY?
Rhapsody sat up in the hotel bed and looked around, confused. She felt the mascara that had run down her cheeks, felt the lipstick that smeared on the white pillowcases. Beside her Tiera slept peacefully, barely noticing Rhapsody’s movement.
Rhapsody went to the bathroom, quietly, creeping carefully, and just knelt by the toilet and cried. Why had she played that stupid game? She had a voice once, but it never worked. It was unfair. It was unfair that she should have to live with this, but live with it… was her only choice.