Rated: PG-13(suggestive dialouge)

~Ping~

The sounds....

The scents....

The feeling of silk against her legs....

~Ping~

The chiming of the wine glasses....wonderful. It was
all wonderful. Never in her 15 years of life did
Haruka feel so taken into a dreamworld. The business
banquet of her father's corperation was like heaven,
from all the beautiful gowns of elegant ladies, the
fine scent of men's cologne and roasted meats and
vegatables, the music of violins, the candles glowing,
their light casting on the huge glass windows facing
the cerulean ocean, seemed to offer a sense of
fantasy, a night of illusion, a night where nothing
could ever go wrong. She sat up straight, her deep
blue ballgown smoothing out. Her sandy locks were
pulled back by Grandmother's clips, and she had a dab
of jasmine perfume on her soft rounded shoulders.
She reached up with her small French manicured finger
and ran it on the edge of her hair; it was to the
middle of her neck now, and it seemed to frame her
face. Taking her wine glass, she looked into her
reflection. By worldly standerd, she was a
beauty...but why didn't she feel that way?
Maybe because she had no friends, only her family.
She was going to be 16 in a week, and was expected to
be engaged by the time she was 17, then be married by
18, and bearing an heir by 20. A long sigh escaped her
delicate lips; how was she supposed to fall in love if
she wasn't even allowed to be around others who may
suit her fancy? "Haruka, don't fidgit."
Her grey eyes met with her mother's silvery ones,
which seemed sharp. The woman was an older reflection
of Haruka, from her long slender legs to the sandy
bangs curled perfectly into little Q's. Yaoiyon,
Haruka's younger brother of 13, gave her a playful
kick under the table. When her killer glare shot
straight at him, her older brother of 17, Nesenro,
reached over and touched her hand, his reassuring
smile saying 'Don't mind our idiot brother.' She
silently giggled to herself; of all her family, she
loved Nesenro the most. He was the only one who seemed
to truly understand her. If she had shorter hair, they
could've passed for twins.
Her mother's poise seemed to stiffen as Haruka's
father stepped up onto the grand podium. His navy suit
made his dark eyes look like steel. His natural pride
combined with every bit of attention in the room made
him stand a little taller, taller than his already
6'6" frame. The muscles in his jaw flexed as his words
poured like the champagne. "Ladies and gentleman,
welcome to tonight's banquet! You all know me, Ten'oh
Mamocha, as well as my wife, Ten'oh Yuririi," her
beckoned to his wife, her head high. "My sons, Yaoiyon
and Nesenro, and my daughter Haruka."
He smiled, looking at his little girl. She would bring
such honor to the family. " Being that she has been in
formal lessons and training since she was seven,
she has perfected every technique possible in the area
of music. For this, she will now play 'Orua de
Flore'."
The ballroom guests applauded as she stood and walked
to the white grand piano. She sat, her back straight,
took a deep breath, and began to play. Oh, how she
loved to play...the feel of the ivory keys flowing
under her long fingers, giving out the sounds that she
kept deep in her mind. Nesenro sat back in his chair,
beaming at his little sister. 'She has grown up so
fast...too fast, almost.' He poked at the beef in his
plate, wondering why Grandmother, before her death,
had
made Father promise to make Haruka marry so early and
produce an heir. He, Nesenro, was perfectly capable of
producing an heir for the family....but that was not
expected of him. He was expected to carry on the
family business, and become a millionaire.
'Me as a millionaire, with a hot tub in every
room...and a girl in every hot tub. Heh.'

As the music played on, another person in the audience
couldn't take his gaze off the young woman.
In his eighteen years of life, he had never so much as
wanted a girl's body as much as wanted this one.
Her slender build, long legs, perfect breasts....
the eyes, the hair, the expressive motions....
He could feel his mouth water at the very thought of
luring her into his bedroom, her beautiful body on his
velvety bed....he could feel his horomones rush at the
very thought. And, another thought came to him.
She was raised to believe that was wrong, that only
bad girls did that. She wouldn't do that...willingly.