TF FanFiction 1.2B
Aschenbrödel: Cinders and Black Glass Slippers
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Not all fairytales begins with a 'Once upon a time,' and neither does all of them end with a 'And they live happily ever after.' Especially not, when they tell the dark truth behind all the flowery lies.
Antagonist, they call me...
The evil step sister...
Couldn't they even get this right?
I'm male for goodness sakes!
But let's that thought aside for now, as there are much bigger problems to be dealt with right now...
Don't they realize the big mistake they're making here? They got the wrong person locked up inside this filthy dungeon. She's the one that's supposed to be in this darkness, not me!
You're asking me who I am?
My name is Fuji Syuusuke, though I fancy being called Gretel in this foreign land. My family migrated in this monarchial vasting in fulfillment of otousan's dying wish. My family... well, save Yuuta, who had to stay in our home country to manage familial affairs. You see, he eagerly got married to the wealthy, smart, and beautiful heiress, Ann, and I believe they are managing very well building a dignified name for themselves.
Truthfully, with everything that I had gone through from that point to where I am now, I'm glad my baby brother stayed behind. I would have also chosen to stay behind, but Yumiko-née said that I would definitely meet the owner of those ember eyes I always see in my dream. Those burning gems that always watched over my vulnerable state, I've yearn for so long to meet the person to whom they belonged to... And so I went along with them.
The lot used to call me a genius, but never once did I believe their words. I didn't know anything... And for all that I've accomplished and attained, Yumiko née-san had already predicted. Née-san is gifted with clairvoyance, or so it was said, and she had seen his reflection in her dreams, reflecting a familial maze. The vision became clearer as the years passed, until finally, after sixteen years it became a reality.
The Duke reined his horse by open fields of Marigolds and Magnolias, and asked for okaasan's name. He was confident yet very gentle, our stepfather. A big well-built man, hair of caramel brown, and eyes of hazelnut. He helped okaasan onto his proud jet black stallion, and they rode together to our humble abode. He was very masculine and handsome, smart and witty; a perfect match for okaasan's recovering heart.
If I were as they claimed, a Tensai wise beyond my years, then I should have changed everything from before that fateful meeting... I would have risked anything before my okaasan caught his eyes... before my precious family got entangled with her.
Her?
I don't know what she is. None of us really did understand her. For one, she murdered her own mother at birth - stole the very life out of her - but no one would blame her nor make her take responsibility for it. Not that it accounted enough for the events that followed thereafter.
Aschenbrödel was her name.
She was his only daughter, no more than fifteen, when we first met her in his prestigious mansion. A big portrait of his late wife hanged in the living room - a tall, cheerful lady with neatly curled up strawberry blond hair, and eyes of exquisite dark green. A completely different blood to this pale child before us - a perfect example of xenogenisis. Though I wasn't aware back then of how accurate that impression I got of her was.
Aschen, as her father often called her, had long ravenous black hair, eyes of dark eve shade, lips of sheer baby pinks, complexion of flawless white, and of petite but very ideal frame. She seemed like a very sweet and charming girl... a very beautiful deceiver, we understood too late.
She never opened up to us, but opt for solitude and seclusion. She never talked to us, nor eat with us, nor just sit awhile with us, yet she doesn't want us to share any of the chores. She'd glare at us, if we as much as try; or push us away, should we have wanted to help. Others may see it as her way of being hospitable and accommodating to her new family, but I could sense she was hiding something.
A secret darker than the darkest eve...
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