I do know that this will have two parts, but I am unsure how long both parts will be. This could go for fifteen chapterw or even fourty, I guess we'll figure it out together :)

Anywho, character details, hmm?

Name: Amabel

Image: she looks like the cover photo just a little...softer?

"The most terrible things men do, they do

in the name of love."

She saw him first.

Akito.

She had to, there was no way around it. She had been seven the last time they had seen each other, before her mother had packed their apartment up in cardboard boces and moved them far away from the Sohma estate, and Akito's grasp.

But now she was back, and the past was in the past. Where it needed to be. She was here, Akito was allowing her inside the walls and you don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

"I heard about your mother," Akito grinned, running his fingertips up her jaw, to her ear and back to her chin. "She got what she deserved..."

Murder suicide, curtousey of a disgruntled ex lover Amabel had begged her mother to never see in the first place. But she knew better, thought Amabel needed a father when she was perfectly content with it just being them.

"I cannot deny that," Amabel whispered, reaching up and placing her hand over his on her cheek. "But she requested to be buried on the estates plot."

Akito firmed his jaw. "Did she now..."

Why, why when she hated this family so much? Home was home, Amabel supposed. She watched Akito turn away from her, watched him pace to the window; he was a brewing storm. Amabel swallowed and bowed her head, hands clenching her knees tightly. She could feel a headache starting behind her right eye.

"She won't be buried here," Amabel looked up; Akito was staring out the window still, she could see him trembling. "I won't allow it," he looked back at her then and she could see the red splotches beginning to spread up the right corner of his mouth. "Now...what to do with you...?"

Amabel opened her mouth, remembering the comfort of an animals fur and the bright red -

"Amabel!"

Akito looked over her head in annoyance and Amabel craned her neck back, wanting to smile at the sight of her overly dramatic cousin. "Shigure," she whispered, but did not stand.

"Oh sweet Amabel, its been so long," he crouched down beside her, eyes locked as he brushed the hair from her collar. "How is your mother?"

"Dead," she whispered.

"Ah, what a shame," he looked over at Akito. "Now, I heard living arrangements..."

"Shigure," Akito warned.

He chuckled and stood, Amabel looking up at him expectantly. "Now, Akito. You have your hands full here and there are no homes currently available, spare rooms - let me take her home until you find somewhere for her."

Akito breathed loudly, steadily, and Amabel waited. She was always taught compliancy with the head of the Sohma family, patience with the rest but she really wished he would make up his mind.

"Two months," Akito looked down at her. "Then she comes...home."