The light of the moon was the only light cast through
the Ten'ou mansion as Haruka slowly climbed the
stairs.
The heavy weight of her growing belly didn't exactly
help her in her stalk. She leaned against the railing,
right hand supporting her abdomen, left hand
supporting a silver gun.
When she had eliminated Kaioh Onii, she was in the
early stages of pregnancy.
Now, nearly six months after his death ("Suicide A
Possible Cause", said the newspapers) there was no way
to hide her condition. But what hurt even more was her
family's reaction. They didn't know she was
raped...horribly raped, forced...all they knew was
that she was pregnant...horrible girl...disgraceful
daughter...slut of a sister...send her away, Dad...
is that rational?...yes, that would be best...

Her head was spinning as she climbed the stairs,
insanity gripping her.

...why did you do it?....you are so selfish, you and
your horomnes..."But..." don't start in ,young
lady...."I didn't"-LIAR!....
Stopdon'tyouseeIloveyouallyetyoudispisemeohnoIdon'twant
tobesentawayIhateyouIhateyouI'LL KILL YOU ALL.....

First stop, her parents room.
* * * * *

She quietly shut the door behind her; she had the
silencer on the gun, but didn't want to take any
chances. They lay in their bed, their soft breathing
like the sound of the ocean.

-Mommy, may I have some pudding?-

Her quivering hand raised the gun...

-Daddy, there's jam on my white dress!-

Her finger on the trigger...

-Do you love me?-

Her stare, blank...

-I'm pregnant; no, I'm not a whore, Mother!-

Fire one, Mother's temple.

-Father, I'm sorry! Please, don't hate me...DADDY...-

Fire two, Father's forehead.

Mission one, accomplished.
* * * * * *

The sandy locks of Haruka's hair seemed to clone
themselves as she entered Yaoiyun's room, her little
brother resembling her remarkably. He was snoring, as
usual, with a look of contentment on his face.
She wished he would've been this calm when he was
informed of her expectency. To be called a cheap trick
by her own little brother...for him to suggest they
send her away...it was too much. His room, full of
gymanstics trophies; he loved gymnastics the way
Haruka longed to run...

"Sorry, sis, but LADIES DON'T RUN...heh..."

She took aim and shot.

'Ladies don't get pregnant, either.' * * * * *

"Nesenro..."

He rolled over. "What do you want?"

His words had a sharp edge, and seemed to be in the
same tone as his words to her, regarding her
pregnancy(What the h--- were you thinking? Whore.)
This was her older brother, the one she trusted...the
one who betrayed her the most.

He spoke again. "I said, what do you want?"
Her grey eyes met his as she spoke softly.
"Would you please help me downstairs? I need a glass
of milk." He seemed to overlook the fact that her left
hand stayed inside her robe pocket, but he was too
tired to care. "Fine, but don't expect me to run
errands for you after you little 'result' comes out.
Oh yeah, silly me, you won't be here, will you?"
He smirked as he helped her into the hallway rather
gruffly. "We're sending you-"

He words were cut short by a quick shot to the side of
his head. He slumped to the floor. Surprisingly, none
of his blood got on Haruka. She stooped down and
wedged the gun into his left hand, and positioned his
arm next his head. Her mind, now twisted and with very
little rational thinking left, walked calmly down the
stairs and picked up the phone.

"911! This is Ten'ou Haruka! Yes, THAT Ten'ou Haruka!
Please, I need your help! My oldest brother, Nesenro,
shot my parents and my little brother...I came into
the hallway, and he shot himself....."

'How do you fix things for a family name that has been
disgraced?' she thought,'Just wipe out the family.'

Haruka's logic...she smiled in spite of herself.

She had solved all her problems. For now.