A Muses Remembrance

A Scrapped Princess Drabble Collection

By Japyra

Summary: As the player strums his chords; one by one they come. Memories floating by, like candlelight in the night. And the fable 'Scrapped Princess' is called on again.

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Innocence:

Hell had frozen over.

No, actually; she figured dazedly, hell was in such a state if shock that it sat immobile for a split second and very, very soon it would unfreeze and...

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Shannon was already brandishing his sword; dark eyes blazing at the other boy.

"Run!" Pacifica squealed to her partner-in-crime.

The boy needed no other bidding; and uncaring of his nakedness, fled the small room.

The enraged guardian turned to follow; and found an arm latched to his side. "Brother, stop it!"

Shannon made a quick jab with his elbow, forcibly pushing his adoptive sister to land on her butt with a rude noise.

The blond rubbed her backside, indignant for a moment. "Ow! Shannon that h—"

Her elder brother was panting, shaking; eyes wide with...

"What," The calm emphasis on each word was more frightening then his shouting before. "Were. You. Doing. With. That. Kid.?"

Feeling his hot stare at her, Pacifica felt her cheeks flush as she remembered her own lack of clothing. "Ew! Pervert! Get out of my room so I can—"

The man slammed a fist into the wall a few inches above her head. The youngest Casull froze in mid-escape. "YOU WEREN'T REALLY CONCERNED ABOUT MODESTY A FEW MOMENTS AGO WITH THAT...THAT..." His anger seemed to slow the thought process.

"That thing is a boy." Shannon replied coldly, folding her arms over her bare breasts and looking away. "And his name is Renji; if you have to know."

Shannon stared, open-mouthed at his little sister for a handful of seconds before he turned toward the doorway and said, with a bizarre amount of sensibility; "I'm going to go kill him."

"Damnit Shannon!" Pacifica found her rage growing again, raising her to her feet. "Are you really that immature? We were having sex, not killing little children!"

Her brother grew very quiet at this proclamation, coming to a complete still so that her blue eyes drifted down his dark length of hair. The tension stayed taut in the air, waiting for his reply. And finally...

"Were you a virgin before this, Pacifica?" His voice low, murmuring while he turned enough to gaze at her with one eye.

Under his gaze, the girl looked toward the floor, feeling her cheeks heat up again. "Does it really matter?"

She saw his booted feet turn completely, taking two steps toward her.

"It matters to me."

"I wanted..." Her voice was beginning to shake and that creeping shame slid up on her again; making the cerulean eyes water. "I wanted to know someone could still... want me... even if I was... toxic. I wanted..." The tears hit the hardwood floor, glancing off in the soft light. "to see if even I could be desired..." Her sobs choked out the rest of the words as Pacifica slumped to the floor, bawling.

She didn't hear Shannon move, but suddenly his broad frame was hovering over her; an unusually somber expression on his face. He looked at his naked, tearful little sister and did the first thing that came to mind:

Pacifica felt warmth embrace her body and looked up to see her brother's traveling cloak wrapped around her while he looked down at her; slowly bending lower to embrace her.

And then suddenly she was crying on his shoulder, wishing he would just be angry at her because then she could just get angrier at him and they could bicker and make up and all this would be fine... forgotten.

"I'm sorry," The guardian looked over her shoulder. "Pacifica."

And his sister cried harder, because she had been so stupid to not see...

She was loved anyway.

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A/N: I know Scrapped Princess is a little-known anime, so if you read this and don't feel like pucking afterwards; do leave a review please.

Next: Repression: The day Pacifica remembers Fulle is the day she dies.