MC7- I kinda had to edit this one a little, just in case kid's were to read it. If you want the full version, just email NSS. Be sure to include the Chapter name.

Rated: R (cut vers: PG13)


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The last note from the piano seemed to ring throughout
the grand ballroom as Haruka's music finished.
The audience gave a standing ovation as she stepped
down from the platform, her skirts billowing out like
her hair. Two sapphire clips sparkled with pride in
the chandelier light, almost as if Grandmother herself
were there. 'Nani-chan...be proud of me', thought the
girl, of her now eight months deceased elder.
Even though the woman appeared stiff lipped and
strict, Haruka loved her very much.
She smiled when she saw her father on the side of the
stage, his grin as golden as her mother's hair, which
was now swishing as she turned her graceful head to
glance into her daughter's eyes with pride.
Her brothers, especially Nesenro, applauded the
loudest. As she took her seat, Yaoiyun leaned over and
whispered, "Nice job, baka no atama!" Haruka responded
with, "Thank you. That's actually a compliment coming
from a little d-" Yaoiyun's eyes widened as she
stopped. She turned to see what had her little brother
so fascinated. In an instant, she was as awestruck as
he was. Standing before her was Kaioh Onii, one of the
richest and well respected young sons from millionaire
Kaioh Michihiso. Haruka had heard of him having an
elegant genius of a sister, and he was no exception to
family talent. He extended one creamy hand, and spoke.
"Miss Ten'oh, your performance was divine. You
probably dance as well as you play the piano; for
this, may I have this dance?" Before she could
respond, the violinists proceeded to play the opening
theme of Swan Lake. Haruka felt as if she were being
lifted like a flower petal as he swept her out onto
the dance floor. His deep sea blue eyes stared into
hers as they glided across the floor. As they waltzed,
they discussed the sky, the sea, the music playing
around them. Haruka blushed as his hand tickled her
waist with each twirl; she'd never been this close to
anyone before! When the music faded, he stopped,
bowed, and said, "Shall we walk down to the beach?"
Her eyes widened at the thought of getting away, but
what would Mother think? Or Father? Her brothers?
Onii sensed her distress, and gently commented,
"They won't mind." With that, they slid out the glass
doors, leaving behind the ballroom as the miestro
tapped his stand to play another rendention of Mozart.

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The sound of the ocean was loud, but in a way, soft.
Haruka relaxed as she removed her uncomfortable pumps,
and let the cool waters rush onto her feet.
"Haruka?"
She turned her head. "Yes, Onii?"
He hesitated, sheepishly kicking the sand.
"Have you ever wanted something?" She cocked her head
at him, grinned, and said, "What kind of want?"
His turquiose locks seemed to bob as he replied.
"You know...a deep, longing desire for something,
something you know you won't ever have?"
'Freedom', she thought as she said, "Oh, not really.
But I do think that if the person is worthy, they
should get their hearts desire-"
"That's all I needed, then."
When she looked up to ask him why, she felt the sudden
sting as he slapped her, HARD, across the face.
She crumpled to the ground and started to cry.
Why did he do that? Her thought was followed by more
pain as she felt her arms being yanked apart and
pinned onto the sand. Onii was on top of her, his
shirt off and a nasty look on his face.
"What are you-""Shut *** **** up, slut! You just said
we should all get what we wanted", he said as he
grinded a hard kiss onto her lips, "And I really want
you. Now, shut up and enjoy this; I'm gonna make you
feel real good!" With his left hand, he held down her
arms crossed at the wrist, and with his right, he
yanked her skirt up to her waist. She tried to scream
again, but immediately, he slapped her again and
cupped his hand over her mouth. "Understand this now"
he began as he unzipped his pants. "Good girls don't
tell. And if you aren't a good girl, I'll kill you!"
Almost that fast, Haruka felt a pain, a low, throbbing
pain between her legs. She didn't scream
anymore, but the tears kept rolling. *** ******* **
*** ***** **** ******* ***** **** ******;
*** **** *** *******, *** ****** ** ******* *******
**** ***. ** ******* *** ****** *******, he licked her
face, he called her names, all the time his once
beautiful sea blue eyes now black as the night....

When he finished, he stood up, dusted himself off,
and said, "For your first time, you were pretty good!
We'll have to get together again sometime. And
remember what I told you, sweetie." With that, he
lugged her up off the sand, dusted her off, smoothed
down her hair, and licked the side of her ear. Haruka
was silent; nobody had ever done anything so horrible
to her before! She walked crookedly, her inner parts
hurting, her whole body ached...and she could tell no
one. Good girls don't do it. Mother didn't do it.
If anyone found out, she'd be a disgrace.
As he pulled her back up to the ballroom, the silent
ocean waves washed onto the beach, washing away the
scuffed up ground, washing away the blood on the
sand....