Prologue
With a determined look, she walked through the main brass door of the mansion, went pass the huge ivory custom-made dining hall, turned through the hallways of photos, ironically no photo of her own mother was there and then stood firm in front of a huge rose wooded colored door.
A gentle knock on the door alerted the person on the other side that there was a visitor, even though it was a clear rule that no guests were allowed to enter the study during his working hours. However, an exception was made that day when his eyes fell upon the young girl that stood there pale faced, with a slight horror in her eyes.
Atobe Mitsuru stood up, and walked over to her. He kneeled down and watched as tear stricken eyes looked up at him. "Again?" he asked.
She nodded quietly.
Mitsuru hugged her quietly to him. "I'm sorry, dear. This is all happening because I brought you here," he said quietly. One erroneous drunken night resulted in her. He was already married to a powerful woman; however, a long meeting, combination of an affair and a bad marriage resulted in the daughter that he was now hugging. Even though he had tried making amends, but his wife had clearly told him that it was over and walked away after giving birth to his eldest son. Now, he was here taking care of both of them. His son was born 5 months before his sister.
However, his son was popular but she wasn't. She's been tortured and bullied for years because of her brother, and it wasn't helpful that her own brother never stopped it. His fans constantly bullied her, taunted her, and lately they had become physical. Her father had told her that he would report them, but she shook her head.
She hiccupped, and looked at him. "I want to move schools," she said, looking at him. "If I move someplace far and use my mother's name, they will not know who I am."
"You're running away then, dear, and you know that Atobe's never run away." He stood up, and walked to his desk. What he said was true, but he also knew that it had to be done. He had already spoken to the schools, and requested for a transfer.
"I'm not running away, father. I'm going so I can get stronger. I will show him that I can be strong."
Mitsuru looked pleased, "fair enough. I will be transferring you to Rokkaku in Chiba. It's a powerful school, plus I have a sister who lives in that area. If you want, you can live with her for a while, however, I want you back when you graduate from high school."
That means 3 years… she thought.
"Is that a deal, Fay?"
She looked at her father and nodded. "A deal it is."