Disclaimer: I'm back!! Once again, I don't own the characters nor the song title. That's by the oh so lovely Emilie Autumn. This story is obviously AU and pretty dark. This part is switching between four locations by the end, so yeah. Sorry for any confusion. Enjoy!
It has been whispered in the hearts of those who believe that there is a person just for them. A person they are bound to meet, and that this person will change them without it even being obvious. A cynical person will argue that with so many out in the universe, there is no statistical way in which this can be, to which the believer will simply smile and say 'wait'.
Sighing softly, the court's record keeper made her way down the halls of the palace, careful not to be seen or to let her secret be known. Something was wrong, it was calling her to the library and would not leave the auburn haired woman alone until she listened.
"Please, think about what you're doing!"
"I have."
On another star is the system, a newly wed was thrown roughly into a room, supposedly awaiting her wedding night. This was not the case, as the young woman, no older than seventeen at most, knew that what she was about to do was to sign her death warrant, but she knew that it had to be done.
Five.
Not knowing why, the record keeper quickened her pace, something tugging at her heart, pushing her along with urgency.
Four.
She could hear his steps coming toward the room. All the silver haired woman had to do was wait. Her husband would never see his wedding night.
Three.
Tears were falling from the princess' eyes as she felt coarse hands tearing at her dress, her own hands stilled to keep her from fighting. All she could do was pray and try to leave her body, so that maybe this all was a horrible nightmare.
Two.
"Get off of her!!" Having arrived to the library, the auburn haired woman was shocked to see someone trying to force themselves on Kakyuu. Without even thinking, the tall record keeper pulled the man off of the Fireball Princess, calling for the guard to take the man away while she tended to the shaken princess before her.
"Are you all right, Ouhi?"
"Yes, I'm…" Only then did Kakyuu recognize the person before her. "Taiki….you're female?"
One.
The expected thump never came, and instead the door to the room opened, and a silhouette stood before the startled bride.
"Did you not think I wouldn't a poison plot from you, Yaten? You've always been known for your work with herbs."
Before she could get away, Yaten's husband backhanded her, causing the smaller woman to fall to the ground, dazed. This allowed the angered man to overpower his new bride, ripping her dress off.
"You're mine."
Despite the pain, Yaten refused to show any sign of breaking or crying. He may have forced her, but never would the empath break. Not before him or anyone.
Outside on her patrol, the leader of the Princess' guard looked up at the sky. She didn't know what it was or how she knew it, but somehow, Fighter knew that there was change turning in the air, and that her life would be forever changed.