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Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
66
Views:
7,009
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Harmony Memeshii
A/N: There is mention of underage sex, and by underage sex I don\'t mean my usual cut off age of 15, but 11. It is not described, but it is mentioned. I figured I would forewarn you all here that this will occur, and that young sex may happen in this novel considering one of the main characters is thirteen going on fourteen. If this bothers you, I am sorry, but I want to let you know now before you continue.
Chapter 4 – Harmony Memeshii
Harmony sat on Sora’s bed painting her toe nails. She was the only one of the Memeshii children whoever came over to the Kiseki household, and Tiera was the only Kiseki child who went to the Memeshii household. It was weird how the war had started out, it was too sudden, and poor Rhapsody had seemed to find herself stuck somewhere in the middle of it all. Being the youngest of the entire group, a freshman at the Saint Marie’s Private School for girls, and only thirteen, she was unable to handle the pressure of the Memeshii and Kiseki feud. She was probably extremely grateful to be in a private school.
“Are you going to go to Rhapsody’s birthday party?” Sora asked, watching the television and almost completely ignoring Harmony at his side. Sora was the image of his mother, black hair and gray eyes, but he had the height and structuring of his father. His hair was too short, it did not show the silk that it held, but he was trying to work himself into some military format. His aspirations were to go to the army as soon as he graduated high school next year, and Harmony was sure he would do it.
“Mom wants us to go,” Harmony explained. “She is our cousin, I have no problem with Rhapsody, but Aunt Fuji always has these fancy parties, you know? I hate dressing up that much.”
Sora laughed. “You look good in a dress,” he explained. “Last year at the dance with Ashe you looked like a princess.”
“Liar,” Harmony grumbled, fixing her reddish-black hair back into place. It was long and scraggly; she could barely remember the last time she cut it. Her split ends were atrocious.
“I’m not going to feed your ego,” he explained to her. “If you do not believe me, I’m not going to continue to argue with you. I’m not that type of guy.”
Harmony shrugged and finished the nail polish she put on her toes. They were some dark shiny blue that made her mother gag, but she liked blue, it was her favorite color. “You’ve been good lately about the drugs,” she said absently, trying to pull her foot towards her mouth to blow on the polish so it would dry faster. If Yuna knew she had stolen the polish out of her room she would never be allowed to return to the Kiseki household, especially since the cheerleader’s screaming could be heard for miles.
“If I want into the military I can’t be doing drugs,” he explained, not bothering to sit up, his arms crossed against his chest. “Do you come over just to escape from your siblings and their drug habits?”
“Mostly,” Harmony admitted. “You give me a good excuse to not be at home. After all, they think I’m over here healing my heart over Ashe.”
“I’m not into fifteen-year-olds,” Sora explained.
“Why? Ashe did me.”
“Ashe was fucked up,” Sora admitted. “I can’t believe you were with him so long. How old were you when you lost your virginity to him?”
“Eleven,” she admitted, which had made Ashe thirteen. Poor Rhapsody, having walked in on Harmony and Ashe, at the tender age of nine. The poor girl was lucky she had not been traumatized by the young children in their inexperience. Harmony had been too dumb to say no, Ashe had been too eager to listen to her either way.
“Disgusting,” Sora grumbled.
Harmony, never one to let an insult slide, suddenly leapt until she was straddling Sora between her legs, her hands on his chest to keep him down. He would not lift suddenly for his chivalrous ways would not allow him to hurt a woman, but at the same time he glared at her as she found his lap and made sure her crotch pressed tight against him. “You do not find me so disgusting,” she laughed at him, “I can already tell.”
“I told you I won’t,” Sora said, reaching up to grab Harmony’s arms. He gripped tight to her upper arms, feeling the stringy muscles beneath, “not until you are eighteen.”
“And when you are eighteen, who are you going to be with?”
“The girls near where I am doing my training for the army,” Sora admitted.
“You won’t wait for me?” Harmony asked, wiggling in his lap, feeling the urge she brought out in him that she knew irritated his every whim.
“Absolutely not,” Sora said, though his body seemed to be telling her he was ready now. “There is nothing guaranteed about us, Harmony, you know that.”
“Jealous I chose Ashe first?” she asked, her fingers slipping over Sora’s pants, slipping beneath the belt, sliding along the coarse hairs beneath his boxers. Sora’s hand wrapped around hers pulling it away and slipping her off of his lap and back onto the bed. He stood and moved away from Harmony with a heavy sigh.
“I didn’t want you then, and I don’t want you now,” Sora denied. Whether he was being honest or lying was unknown to her. “You are looking for comfort, now, though and that is not the type of guy I am. You and I are friends, but I’m not your boyfriend, I’m not going to fool around with you, and you are going to get over this depression and realize you are too good for this. All of this.”
“What am I too good for?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ears as she pouted.
“The drugs,” was Sora’s first comment. “The drugs, the man you had been in love with, your siblings. You would have been the good one, taking after your mother, if it had not been for Ashe. You still can be what you should have been. What about going back to tennis this year?”
Harmony stood, her breath coming out in an angry huff. “What do you know?” she asked. “You are some military nut who is going away in a year.”
“I know who you were before all of this happened,” Sora pointed out, sitting back on his bed and picking up a magazine about the different types of rifles. “I know who you were before Ashe dealt that blow to your life. Who we all were.”
Harmony knew too. She knew, deep in her heart, what they had all been, but now… now she did not know where to find herself. “I have to go,” she said, walking towards the door.
“Don’t forget to return Yuna’s nail polish,” Sora called blandly after her, forgetting her existence before she had even left the room.
Harmony sat on Sora’s bed painting her toe nails. She was the only one of the Memeshii children whoever came over to the Kiseki household, and Tiera was the only Kiseki child who went to the Memeshii household. It was weird how the war had started out, it was too sudden, and poor Rhapsody had seemed to find herself stuck somewhere in the middle of it all. Being the youngest of the entire group, a freshman at the Saint Marie’s Private School for girls, and only thirteen, she was unable to handle the pressure of the Memeshii and Kiseki feud. She was probably extremely grateful to be in a private school.
“Are you going to go to Rhapsody’s birthday party?” Sora asked, watching the television and almost completely ignoring Harmony at his side. Sora was the image of his mother, black hair and gray eyes, but he had the height and structuring of his father. His hair was too short, it did not show the silk that it held, but he was trying to work himself into some military format. His aspirations were to go to the army as soon as he graduated high school next year, and Harmony was sure he would do it.
“Mom wants us to go,” Harmony explained. “She is our cousin, I have no problem with Rhapsody, but Aunt Fuji always has these fancy parties, you know? I hate dressing up that much.”
Sora laughed. “You look good in a dress,” he explained. “Last year at the dance with Ashe you looked like a princess.”
“Liar,” Harmony grumbled, fixing her reddish-black hair back into place. It was long and scraggly; she could barely remember the last time she cut it. Her split ends were atrocious.
“I’m not going to feed your ego,” he explained to her. “If you do not believe me, I’m not going to continue to argue with you. I’m not that type of guy.”
Harmony shrugged and finished the nail polish she put on her toes. They were some dark shiny blue that made her mother gag, but she liked blue, it was her favorite color. “You’ve been good lately about the drugs,” she said absently, trying to pull her foot towards her mouth to blow on the polish so it would dry faster. If Yuna knew she had stolen the polish out of her room she would never be allowed to return to the Kiseki household, especially since the cheerleader’s screaming could be heard for miles.
“If I want into the military I can’t be doing drugs,” he explained, not bothering to sit up, his arms crossed against his chest. “Do you come over just to escape from your siblings and their drug habits?”
“Mostly,” Harmony admitted. “You give me a good excuse to not be at home. After all, they think I’m over here healing my heart over Ashe.”
“I’m not into fifteen-year-olds,” Sora explained.
“Why? Ashe did me.”
“Ashe was fucked up,” Sora admitted. “I can’t believe you were with him so long. How old were you when you lost your virginity to him?”
“Eleven,” she admitted, which had made Ashe thirteen. Poor Rhapsody, having walked in on Harmony and Ashe, at the tender age of nine. The poor girl was lucky she had not been traumatized by the young children in their inexperience. Harmony had been too dumb to say no, Ashe had been too eager to listen to her either way.
“Disgusting,” Sora grumbled.
Harmony, never one to let an insult slide, suddenly leapt until she was straddling Sora between her legs, her hands on his chest to keep him down. He would not lift suddenly for his chivalrous ways would not allow him to hurt a woman, but at the same time he glared at her as she found his lap and made sure her crotch pressed tight against him. “You do not find me so disgusting,” she laughed at him, “I can already tell.”
“I told you I won’t,” Sora said, reaching up to grab Harmony’s arms. He gripped tight to her upper arms, feeling the stringy muscles beneath, “not until you are eighteen.”
“And when you are eighteen, who are you going to be with?”
“The girls near where I am doing my training for the army,” Sora admitted.
“You won’t wait for me?” Harmony asked, wiggling in his lap, feeling the urge she brought out in him that she knew irritated his every whim.
“Absolutely not,” Sora said, though his body seemed to be telling her he was ready now. “There is nothing guaranteed about us, Harmony, you know that.”
“Jealous I chose Ashe first?” she asked, her fingers slipping over Sora’s pants, slipping beneath the belt, sliding along the coarse hairs beneath his boxers. Sora’s hand wrapped around hers pulling it away and slipping her off of his lap and back onto the bed. He stood and moved away from Harmony with a heavy sigh.
“I didn’t want you then, and I don’t want you now,” Sora denied. Whether he was being honest or lying was unknown to her. “You are looking for comfort, now, though and that is not the type of guy I am. You and I are friends, but I’m not your boyfriend, I’m not going to fool around with you, and you are going to get over this depression and realize you are too good for this. All of this.”
“What am I too good for?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ears as she pouted.
“The drugs,” was Sora’s first comment. “The drugs, the man you had been in love with, your siblings. You would have been the good one, taking after your mother, if it had not been for Ashe. You still can be what you should have been. What about going back to tennis this year?”
Harmony stood, her breath coming out in an angry huff. “What do you know?” she asked. “You are some military nut who is going away in a year.”
“I know who you were before all of this happened,” Sora pointed out, sitting back on his bed and picking up a magazine about the different types of rifles. “I know who you were before Ashe dealt that blow to your life. Who we all were.”
Harmony knew too. She knew, deep in her heart, what they had all been, but now… now she did not know where to find herself. “I have to go,” she said, walking towards the door.
“Don’t forget to return Yuna’s nail polish,” Sora called blandly after her, forgetting her existence before she had even left the room.