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Chapter 1 - Yet Another Meaningless Farewell
"Raphael, darling-"
"I said enough is enough, Isabelle. Get out."
"No, I'm staying-"
"Leave at once." Raphael stood there, his expression calm, but his voice so sharp and cold like broken glass, his blue eyes piercing Ivy. He's always pushed her away, cast her aside like every other worthless whore that's approached this man. "I'm not going to ask again." he warns as he draws the Flambert from his belt.
Amy stood watching this scene from the top of the stairs. She goes through her mental checklist of people that have approached her father in hopes that they would somehow get him to marry them. Saddening, really, in her personal opinion. Amy knew Raphael wouldn't allow any of these women to be anywhere near her if it meant her possible death or anything worse. Most of these harpies were quite jealous of her youth, her beauty.
The redhead stared at them, waiting for either this white haired woman or her father to make a move. Ivy glanced up at Amy for a brief moment, staring into the girl's dull blood eyes. Raphael turned to look at her. "Amy, dear, go back to room." he said gently, slightly lowering his weapon. Ivy took this as an opportunity to strike. She raised her leg, delivering a swift kick to the blonde man's face, sending him to the ground.
As Raphael scrambles to grab his weapon, she reaches for her dream blade, but she didn't expect it to have disappeared from her hilt. With a startled gasp, she tenses as she feels another sword finds its way to her pale throat.
"Sorry, sweetheart," Amy sighs, shifting the position of her own rapier ever so slightly, "But no one attacks my father and gets away with it." The young woman leans over to whisper into Ivy's right ear, "Get. Out." before releasing her and throwing her blade at its owner's feet.
Ivy, with some shred of dignity, picked up her weapon and walked back to the door, her heels clicking away. Once she was out of earshot, Raphael approached Amy. Amy looked at him and watches him.
"Thank you, Amy," he sighs. "Unnecessary, but not unwelcomed." The redhead just stared blankly ahead into his blue eyes, noting how warm they were now compared to what occured moments ago. Raphael takes her small pale hand and escorts her back to her room.
Once there, he lets her go. "If you need anything," he says, "You know where to find me, Amy." He closes the door quietly, leaving his daughter in the candlelit darkness as it begins to rain outside. She listens to the raindrops hit the window in some sort of rhythmic pattern. Pulling out her drawing notebook, Amy looks around for any sort of inspiration.
Raphael stood outside of his child's bedroom for a moment, listening to the rumbling thunder outside. She was already, what, sixteen years old? Time seemed to have gone too quickly. How many have come after Amy in just six years since he found her? So young, yet lusted after by many.
*Well, I'm not just going to let them take her away from me* he vowed. If he was going to lose her one day, then he's going to go down fighting.
~A/N: Sorry that this is so short, but this is my first time doing any fanfiction with Soul Calibur since a) It's a video game; and b) There's so many in the series, I don't know where I'm going. So, I'm just gonna test this out and see how it goes. Please Review? X3