A/N: A new entry in the Uta-Pri category. Where the Wild Roses Grow was actually a song by Nick Cave feat. Kylie Minogue. It is a story about love and death, where a man murders his lover and people called her the Wild Rose when they recall her murder, though her name is actually Elisa Day. The reason she was murdered was because the man loves her beauty so much that he hated for it to fade, so he killed her in order to preserve her beauty in his memory. They have a music video in YT so I suggest you go look for it and watch it. Elisa Day's murder scene was inspired by Shakespeare's Hamlet scene where Ophelia was found dead and floating in the river/lake.
This new entry will be a series of one shots of each Uta-Pri characters (Starish actually) who are involved with Haruka. The themes are love, tragedy, jealousy, lust and death, as each of our boys show how they deal on their twisted relationship with Haruka. I will occasionally update this new entry when inspiration strikes and I have to make it clear that they are all one-shots. I may include other characters from the Uta-Pri universe, depending on my mood and reader's requests. So, please feel free to suggest anything, any scenario and any ideas that I can work on. Credits will be given to readers with the best ideas that stimulate my brain juices.
I hope you forgive my grammar and spelling mistakes. Enjoy reading.
The Price of Insanity
(Tokiya Ichinose's POV)
It was with a feeling of some longing that sparked within me when I first saw her face.
She was a shy girl, tall, slender as a reed- all her womanly curves still developing. Her long hair gleamed against the sun, like silky waterfall. And yet it was her eyes that caught me in her web of innocence: they were the color of molten gold, darkly burnish when she is brooding, sparkling like the sun when she is happy.
I could not believe that such beauty existed. I was too preoccupied with my own frivolous existence before I met her.
A banging sound startled me from my reverie and I looked up to face the stern judge. He leaned forward in his seat and looked at me expectantly.
"Well, Tokiya Ichinose, do you have anything to say?"
I opened my mouth but no sound came out. Even in my pathetic state, as I closed my eyes, all I could see was her face. It compels me to tell the truth. Even as I sought to lie otherwise.
"I plead insanity, your Honor."
There was an instant uproar among the people sitting behind me. From the corner of my eye, my defense attorney sat resolutely still. Ryuuya Hyuuga looked quite somber and handsome today. My childhood friend. He wished to save me from my own destruction but the failure to do so was etched on his face.
The judge leaned back, stroking his shaved chin. His brown skin contrasted against the colorful Hawaiian shirts peeking from underneath his austere black robes.
"I supposed you are indeed." He finally agreed. I could almost hear the following sentence he did not utter aloud. Such a shameful future for a promising man who has the potential to conquer the world.
I bowed my head, hiding the small smirk on my face. If they think I am insane. So be it. And I wondered briefly, would the time really come when they realized that I actually did a huge favor for them?
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Haruka Nanami. The very name made me recall a lot of small details during our brief time together: the smell of golden peaches, wild blooming roses, freshly laundered linen, lavender fields and honey; that sweet voice of hers, those slender fingers, the smooth graceful neck.
She was on the brink of turning eighteen. Walking slowly down the grand staircase of her grandmother's summer home, everyone turned to worship her beauty. In the evening of one spring season, she completely changed my life.
She grew up in a sheltered world. Fragile and prone to sickness, and yet when she was formally introduced to the society, it seemed her life was about to start anew, judging from the faint blush of life coloring her cheeks.
The only granddaughter of the sugarcane plantation heiress, the notorious Haruna Nanami, she was the jewel of their pride. A glowing white diamond, putting the other women in the room to shame with her innocence and youth.
I introduced myself to her. It was a night to remember for both of us. And no matter how much her grandmother harrumphed at my audacity to charm her precious grandchild, she cannot put a stop on my interest with her own flesh and blood. My family's land borders their own property, making me a powerful and rich candidate for her hand.
And being born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I have everything within easy reach. Who can ever resist the charms of an Ichinose? My grandfather demolished a lot of young virgin's reputation because of his handsome looks. My father fathered at least half a dozen bastards during his youth. Rumor has it that he almost succeeded in deflowering Lady Haruka's mother, were it not for the timely intervention of the ruthless Haruna.
And I am the culmination of my father and grandfather's combined charms and virility.
You are probably wondering why, despite our scandalous history, the esteemed matriarch is suddenly indulgent in allowing her granddaughter to fraternize with the most notorious rake in town?
Several reasons. Money. Power. Expansion of land and property. You name it.
Ahh clever, clever Haruna. I know her real agenda as soon as she allowed her daughter to descend that grand staircase in a flowing white dress designed to incite lust, longing and imagination.
Old, iron-willed Haruna is getting old and has no proper heir. And time is not on her side. At 70 years, death is almost knocking at her doorstep.
She has kept a low profile on her family's health conditions. Haruka's own mother died three years ago from an illness, leaving behind an only child. The young woman herself was suffering from a mild to severe health condition and was mostly kept indoors. With no other viable candidates to succeed her, except from a few unscrupulous distant relatives who watch greedily from the sidelines, waiting for her to die, it seems the wily matriarch is making a huge gamble by betting on her granddaughter to snag a healthy and able husband. The earlier she conceives, the better it ensures the perpetuity of their line.
And the best candidate of the bunch so happened to be me.
Ah. But enough about that. It seems that despite all the obvious scheming and planning that old harpy has done, the young lady herself knows nothing about her grandmother's seemingly diabolical plans of ensuring their dynasty continues. Young Haruka seems just happy enough to be able to get out of her room and enjoy on things she missed out while growing up. And a party is a fitting kick off for the adventure she has been longing for.
But I have other plans for her in mind.
Twirling my champagne around the glass flute, I made my way towards her. And the crowd of people gathered in the party parted as I made my way slowly towards her. And I liked the way she looked up to meet my face, while I looked down at her upturned one. Her head barely reached my chin.
Did I mention that from then on, I always spend my free time at her place after that fateful evening?
For a girl who can get anything she wants, she has simple tastes. She loved taking short walks in the morning, basking under the sunlight. Her pale skin gleamed like alabaster. She wanted to ride horses, but she was not strong enough to do so, so she resorted to petting her the horses they owned and occasionally feeding them with snacks stolen from the kitchen. Thunderstorms fascinate her, and she would spend happy hours inside her room, reading and watching the lightning dance across the darkened skies.
If there is one talent she is remarkably good at, it is playing the piano.
I have thought that girls who play musical instruments were only forced to do so as it befits their image of sophistication. I have fucked women who are far more talented than her, but I never realized how arousing it is to see her actually play an instrument. The way her eyes closed as she hummed along her favorite Bach compositions, eyelashes skimming the high points of her cheeks. I could feel myself hardening each time her fingers lovingly caressed the ivory keys, my mouth salivating at the sight of her biting her own lower lip when she made slight mistakes on her pieces.
I could not hold it any longer.
Locking the music room one rainy afternoon, I walked towards her bench and took her wrists, pinning her against the piano. Capturing her lips with mine, I branded them with the blessing of fire and desire. The mewling sounds she made drove me mad with lust, and by the time my fingers made their way towards the apex of her thighs, I was already a lost man. Clothes still on, buttons missing, she held on to me as I drove my way inside of her.
Chanting her name like a mantra, I wanted to devour her very soul. The pleasure she gave me compares to no one. I am her first, and I will be her last.
A beauty like hers deserves to be immortalized. And no man shall have her except me. And Haruna Nanami doesn't deserve a granddaughter like her. She is mine, and she would always be.
As a scheme began to form in my head, I took the opportunity once the old harpy left town for some urgent business. Victorious at last for snagging the only son of the Ichinose clan, she quickly made arrangements for the marriage to take place. Haruka could be carrying my child right at this moment. But the old woman did not suspect that I have grand visions for her only grandchild.
I took my beloved Haruka down the stream, where we made love again in the middle of broad daylight, with bees humming, and petals drifting down our naked bodies. I slipped on a diamond necklace around her slender neck, a tribute for the woman who will forever have my heart. Steeling myself for the inevitable, I impaled her again with my cock. As soon as we reached the climax of our lovemaking, I reached for the smooth stone lying nearby and bashed her head with it.
She died instantly. As the blood gushed forth, their redness could not rival the color of her lips. Even in death, my beloved looks more beautiful.
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Ryuuya held my shoulder when the judge finally came back to announced my verdict.
"Tokiya Ichinose, you are hereby found guilty of murdering Haruka Nanami. You are sentenced to a psychiatric institution for an indefinite period of time."
I breathed a sigh of relief. Dear Haruka. It ain't so bad dying young right? I have made you immortal by preserving your youth and beauty. You deserve nothing else. Old age and sickness won't have their way with you anymore. And once I entered the asylum, we will be together again once more. In my dreams.
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