Authors note: so this is my fist fanfiction. I really hope you enjoy it! I've had his tucked in my notebook for a while sooooo yeah! Please review and please tell me if I need to improve anywhere. I'm not so sure of my writing yet so it will really help!
Disclaimers: I don't own anything if I did it wouldn't be a fanfiction now would it. ;D
Note: Sorasaki is actually 2 names ( Sora-ski and Saki-blossom) but I thought id be creative and make them one name!
SORASAKI PROV:
I smile at the small trinket that dangled daintily at my color bone. I reach long thin fingers up to finger the cold metal. The swooping m of my family emblem surrounded by little pre-bloom roses edged onto the silver metal. I smiled warm with the thought of it… My eyes darken with rage as I spot the reflection in the purple, trimmed gold, mirror. I rear my fist back colliding it with said mirror. The fragile glass shatters under my strong punch. Cutting my fist and falling to the cold floor.
The foot steps echo on the tile as a large hand reaches out to grip my small but strong shoulder. I feel him lean into my ear only inches away "You are so cruel…" the deep voice teases, "do you hate me so much as to smash my mirror at my sight?"
I slap at the hand just barley missing the idiot's face hmm, next time then, "yes I do. I do hate you so much." I turn to meet the tall man. My dark blue eyes narrow, locking with his; staring him down despite my smaller size. He smiles at my confidence. I felt disgust my carmine wouldn't have. So how dare he! I growl pushing past to the door.
"My dear wife," he mocks in a slightly singsong voice. Almost as if to rub into my face the fact of MY, "We have guest tonight… be ready." Despite the obvious command his voice still mocked. I huff starting to open the door but am once again stopped by his mock call. "And please do be rid of that attitude. I do not wish to make my guest feel uncomfortable be a proper lady." His voice was now stern.
I stare at the door… then nod… slightly scared by the thought of his anger at me. The blood drips off my pale white fist as I reach up and touch the skin of my check hidden by my bangs. "Yes my husband…" I whisper. Stepping through the doorway I shut the door behind me. My earlier spark dulled by the pain in my check warning me of what would happen if I were to defy him.
Authors note: did you like it (so far I mean)? I just needed to get the gist of the story out here's were it really begins!