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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
66
Views:
7,033
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ashe Inperiaru - Part 3
“Sora, are you sure?” Yuki shifted from one foot to the next, not sure what to say to her eldest child. He looked defiant as he stood over her, throwing one of the largest whoppers she had ever heard in her lifetime her way. Well, maybe not one of the largest, but she did not want to believe it. She wanted to believe that their children were having better lives than they had, but it looked like it was a vicious cycle that stayed in the circle, even if it was not the same family.
“Why would I lie to you, Mom?” Sora felt high strung, but he had every reason to be. She was acting like he was lying to her about this. What purpose would he have to lie?
“I did not suggest you were lying,” Yuki said, reaching for her coat by the door, almost unconsciously, not recognizing her own actions. “I just wanted to make sure you are sure of what you saw.”
“Mom, what are you doing?” her son asked of her as he watched her slip into this coat.
“I’m going to see Fuji, of course,” Yuki said, her voice shaking as she reverted to Japanese, her natural language. She often did this when she was too afraid to speak in English, or nervous. She went back to a margin of comfort, needing the security blanket it offered her.
“Mom, you can’t just rush off there,” Sora snapped, trying to pull her back into the house. “I understand your concern, but you can’t go rushing over there like a frightened bird. You can’t just blurt it out.”
“Trust me, Sora, with Fuji, that is best.” She took long deliberate steps to bite off each word in English. He released his mother, knowing that he had no other choice but to let her go. She was too upset now, and he never realized she would be so upset by what her friend’s child had done. Imagine if he had done it, would she be able to stand the shock that would take over her poor fragile heart?
He had to just stand at the door and watch his mom leave and wait for her word. He had to hang his head down and worry, for now his best friend would find out he ratted him out. Not just that he ratted him out, but that he saw what he had done. Sora was torn between guilt and the right thing to do. And twisted in there, to the core of his soul, was jealousy.
“Rhapsody, come down here please!” Fuji’s voice was calm, betraying the knots in her stomach that had taken over. She clutched to the railing of the staircase and waited for her obedient daughter to come out of her room. When the door opened and her daughter emerged Fuji felt this urge to cry take over. Rhapsody was every bit more a child than an adult. She may have looked like a smoldering temptress, her lips the same shade of ruby that Fuji’s had been, her breasts too well developed, and her body slender but curvaceous, enough to make most men drool. And yet, there she stood, in Winx pajamas and her hair pulled up into two little pigtails, cascading around her shoulders and curling at the ends. Her baby, her little girl, and a possible victim of rape.
Rhapsody nearly bounced down the stairs and looked up at her mother before she noticed Yuki’s figure on the couch. Rhapsody smiled at her mother then rushed over to Yuki and nearly through herself into the older woman’s arms. “Aunt Yuki!” she cried happily. “Congratulations on the new comic series!” Rhapsody pulled away and looked at Yuki brightly, her eyes glimmering like the emeralds they seemed to be cut from. “I read the first one in an anthology, it was beautifully drawn. You have such talent I can not believe you waited so long to do your own work instead of someone else’s.” This was hardly the reaction from a girl victimized by her brother, but Fuji knew better. She had seen Yuki smile through so many situations when they were younger, and Rhapsody seemed to have taken that optimism from the woman she called ‘aunt’.
“Thank you,” Yuki said kindly, but her eyes were on her friend instead of the daughter. Rhapsody noticed the look the two women were exchanging and complacently placed her hands together in front of her body and stood straight, waiting for what the two of them had to say.
“Rhapsody, why don’t you sit down?” Fuji suggested. Rhapsody did, sitting next to Yuki on the grand couch while Fuji took her favorite chair near the fireplace. For a few moments Fuji could only stare at her daughter as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She was uncomfortable with having to ask her daughter the question, but it needed to be done.
“Honey, you know if anyone hurts you, you can talk to me, right?” Fuji asked her daughter.
“Of course, Mommy,” Rhapsody said brightly, her smile never fading.
“And I mean anyone,” Fuji continued. “I want you to be honest with me, always. If anyone does anything to you…”
Rhapsody looked from Yuki to Fuji and back again. “Did something happen?” Rhapsody finally asked when the two remained silent.
Fuji sat back, feeling slightly relieved. She smiled at her daughter and shook her head. “No, nothing happened,” Fuji dismissed. “I just want you to know I’m here, even if I seem to be gone a lot because of work. If you don’t want to talk to me Yuki and Shai will be there for you too.”
“Thanks Mom,” Rhapsody said brightly and rushed to her mom to give her a huge hug and a kiss. She then went back over to Yuki and offered her another hug. “And thank you, Aunt Yuki,” she said happily and then went running up the stairs to most likely curl up in her pink and frilly comforter and go back to sleep for the night.
“I’m sorry, Fuji,” Yuki said, staring down at her hands. “I was just worried when Sora told me that. I want to strangle him.”
Fuji smiled at her friend. “Don’t blame Sora,” she said pleasantly. “He might be mistaking something, a wrestling moment, horseplay, for something else. Ashe and Rhapsody are unusually close.”
Yuki nodded and walked with Fuji to the door. Fuji and Yuki hugged and said farewell, Fuji once again thanking her best friend for looking out for her daughter. Fuji, however, was still left with a sick feeling in her stomach that brought her crashing into her son’s room as he lay on the bed. He looked up, surprised by the rage in his mother’s eyes as she crossed the room. She slammed the door behind her, went to his bed, and her hand slammed so hard into his cheek he saw stars.
“What the fuck, Mom?” he asked, sitting up and backing away from her.
“How could you?” Fuji nearly screamed. “How could you do this? I don’t care if you aren’t blood related, you don’t rape your sister.”
“It wasn’t rape,” Ashe snarled.
“She’s thirteen, it’s rape,” Fuji snarled back. Her hand rose once more and slammed across his other cheek. He could not even fight back; she had every right to be doing what she was doing, and more. She was going to slam into him again, to take more from his skin, to make him bleed the way she wanted to so badly, but she stopped herself, stepping back and away from him.
“I want you out of my house,” Fuji snapped at him, her voice shaky. “I do not want you anywhere near my daughter.”
“Where am I supposed to go?” he snapped at her, stepping up off of the bed. “I’m your son too.”
Fuji shook her head and turned away from Ashe. “I can’t talk to you right now,” she bitched at him. “I have to think, I have to discuss this with your father, I have to… God, how could you? Just, how could you?” Fuji did not turn to him for an answer, only walked out into the hall and fell to her knees when the door was closed. What had she done? Had she invited this into her home? The dreadful answer was that yes, it was her fault. Now she did not know what more to do.