The black leather seats of the plane shine as the lights in the ceiling of the flight cabin beamed down on them. The atmosphere smelled of new leather. Violet and Louis L. Bridget are securely seated in the back left of the plane. Reaching at the right side of her waist, she presses the red button on the seatbelt fastener. Moving the belt from across her body, Violet raises her arms in order to regain feeling in them due to the cramped arm space the side guards separating the passenger seats provide.
"We have three hours until we arrive at our destination," a deep male voice over the intercom announces.
Pressing the red button on this side of seat, Louis detaches the seal belt from around his waist. Carefully standing up, he reaches above himself and opens the overhead compartment to retrieve a black travel bag. Placing the bag in his lap, he reaches for the silver zipper dangling from the top right hand corner of the object. Hastily dragging the zipper along the course of the track, he gains entrance to its contents. Digging into the black container he withdraws a black laptop from within. Handing it to Violet she places the computer into her lap. Reaching into the bag again he removes another laptop, however; this one was two inches wider and possessed a blue casing around keyboard.
"Aren't you a good brother for helping your sister out with her things," Violet says playfully rubbing her hand across his head destroying the style of his hair.
Readjusting his locks to its former style before his sister's meddling, he stares at her.
"You will get yours."
"Is it really that serious Louis," she asks with a huge smile on her face.
"It is," he replies with a small smirk face.
Silence fills the cabin except for the sound of electrical equipment humming. The eldest of the L. Bridgets shifts her gaze out of the cabin window. The evening sky, melded together with colors from across the rainbow, and the clouds rose and fell like that of a country hillside. This astonished the woman as her business never gives her time to stop and enjoy the little features of life. Turning her gaze from the window back onto her brother, Violet begins to reflect on the boy's personalilty.
"Louis has matured over the past couple of years. In the past his temper is what got him into so much trouble. His nature was abrasive to say the least. In the long run, I think that it was a great idea that I sent Stella away when I did. Who knows what would have happened if those events were allowed to have continued."
"Violet!"
Shaking her head attempting to withdraw from her mental thoughts, she places a hand behind her head and smiles in the embarrassment."
"Sorry, what were you saying,"
"I said you're laptop isn't going to work if you don't at least power it on."
"Oh," she says releasing a stream of chuckles. Reaching her index finger to the lower right corner of the she pressed the oval shaped button that powers on and off the laptop. Looking over to the Louis's monitor, she notices a Genetics banner at the top. "Aren't we the studious one?"
"Even though I'm not at school, that doesn't mean that I should slack off on my work.
"How admirable of you…"
"I have you to thank for it."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," she says with a chuckle.
"I wasn't attempting to flatter you, however; I'm stating a fact."
"Get to your work young man," Violet commands shooing him with her hand. Focusing his gaze at his monitor Louis begins to stroke the keys of his laptop.
"Time changes individuals. He's nothing like back then. Did he really hate Stella that much? Did she really make such a evil creature emerge from the depths of my brother's heart?" The woman releases a small grunt under her breath. "Mother didn't help the situation whatsoever with her attitude towards Stella either."
Inside the L. Bridget mansion Louis, Olivia, and Stella are standing near the entrance to Noelle's bedroom with the door open, while Violet is on trailing behind them. Noelle stares at the threesome as Olivia is holding her daughter's arm in the air with a tight grip causing Stella to wince in pain.
"Your bastard child broke one of my priceless vases."
"I'm sorry," Stella says, however; heard face is met with a hard slap which makes her begin to tear up.
"I'm sorry that my daughter destroyed your property, is there anything I can do to make up for it?"
"You can't do anything for me, however; your daughter will be the household maid for Violet, Louis, and myself until I feel that she has compensated me for its sentimental value."
"If that's what you wish," Noelle says holding her head down in acknowledgement of the other women's command.
"Come here you filthy child," Olivia commands Stella dragging her away from Noelle's sight.
"That is one truly disgusting woman. I'm not sure if it was the money and power that went to her head or if she was a bitch when she met father, however; I told myself that I would look after Stella since her mother was limited due to her sickness. With her being so young she needed someone to help her through life. I really hope that she is doing well for herself." Violet releases a hard sigh. "She deserves it."
Thunder booms within her ears as she is pushed out of the door into the cold onslaught of rain drops. Turning around, the young girl sees a glimpse of Olivia's face before the hard wooden door slams blocking her entrance back into the mansion.
"What did I ever do to deserve this?" the young blonde turns around and stares at the raindrops as each drop smashes against the water already collected on the pavement and splattered everywhere. Seeing as there is no other means of getting back inside the mansion, Stella slowly lowers herself onto the cold marble floor, crossing her knees, and clutching her knees to her chest. "I can't..*sob*… wait to…*sob*.. grow up," soft words flow from her mouth as the sentence is broken up by the sobs of a neglected child. Another crack of thunder fills the young girl's ear startling her.
"Stella!" Jumping to her feet as though a fire was under her she quickly collects herself and faces towards Kazuya's bed. Her eyes focus on Kazuya who is on his bed, rolled on his side staring up at her. "Calm down, Stella. You were having a dream." Releasing a small sigh she slowly beings to relax her body from the vigilant state it was just placed in.
"Tears….?"
Noticing the tears on her face she rubs her hand over her cheeks. Feeling the moisture on her face, she takes off her glasses and wipes the fluid from her pale cheeks with the back of her hands.
"Are you alright?"
Placing her glasses back on her face Stella gives Kazuya a slow nod.
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You were sobbing pretty loudly before when I shook you."
"I said…I'm fine."
Realizing that her mood will probably worsen if he continues to chase the issue he decides to back off.
"*cough*…well if you feel as though you need to talk I'll be right here to listen," he says showing her a friendly smile.
"How are you feeling?" the blonde asks slightly blushing.
"I'm feeling much better thanks to you Stella. You're a life saver…*cough*"
"I told Dr. Schmitz about your symptoms and she concluded that you have a simple cold. Her recommendation was that you try not pushing yourself too hard."
"That's great news. I thought it may have been something more serious." Observing the damp dress that the girl currently has on, as well as how it presses down on her body he opens his mouth yet again. "I think you should go back to your room."
"Are you kicking me out are you?"
"Don't take it the wrong way. You are soaking wet. Please go and change your clothes before you get sick."
"What about you?"
"I'm feeling a lot better now. I promise." He gives her another friendly smile.
"I will believe you this time, however; you better not be lying to me again Kazuya," the blonde says turning around to leave her partner's room.
"Stella," he says slowly getting off of his bed and standing up right.
"What is it?"
"I'm serious. If there is ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING that's bothering you please let me know. You shouldn't hold things inside; they have a way of eroding your soul. Don't shoulder the pain alone when I'm here to help you through it."
"I understand," she says turning around and leaving his apartment. Walking slowly down his hallway the image of the dream resurfaces in her mind.
Kazuya doesn't need to know about my past. He's the only friend I have here and I don't want to lose him nor do I want any pity from him.
"This hotel is the closest to the academy," Louis says staring at their place of temporary residency from the comfort of their black limousine.
The building lingers four stories tall, with shrubbery surrounding the outside walls of the building, white cement walls, and a sign with the words "Parksview Hotel".
"It's nothing like my baby in Bali, but it will do."
Their vehicle comes to a halt which cues Louis to exit it. Stepping out of the automobile, Louis raises his head to stair upwards at the sky.
"It appears that the rain has subsided. Now we don't have to worry about getting our possessions ruined," he states motioning for the driver to open the trunk of the car. Seeing the sign, the driver nods and pulls the black lever on the floor next to his seat causing the trunk to open.
"You packed surprisingly light sis, only one case?" he asks removing a suitcase from the trunk.
"I will probably end up buying more clothes while I'm here."
"If you say so," he says placing the last of the three suitcases from the rear of the car.
"Louis dear, would you mind if I went ahead of you and meet up with our dear Stella. I'm quite excited and don't want to wait."
"I don't mind. I'm tired after the trip so I think I will call it a night. I'm going to get separate rooms for us, so you don't' have to wait on me if you come back early!" he says waving at her to go.
"Thanks Louis!" Violet shouts before getting back into the limousine and closing the door. The car accelerates forward leaving Louis to handle the luggage himself. Placing one of the suitcases on his back and adjusting the other two to rolling position, the young male walks toward the hotel entrance.
Stella enters her room and maneuvers to the mirror placed on her dresser.
"I'm soaked," Stella says reaching down to grab the bottom of her uniform. Acquiring the lower part of the uniform, she pulls the garment off, throwing it on the bed with causing a wet plop sound. Looking around, she notices that that her computer has a blinking red light. "I have an email." Placing herself in the seat, Stella places her hand on the mouse and maneuvers the cursor on the screen over the mail icon on her black desktop. Double clicking the mouse, a window appears displaying the inbox GUI. "I have 2 unread messages… and they're from Violet." Moving the cursor to the message with the earlier timestamp she double clicks.
TO: Satellizer L. Bridget
SUBJCET: Hi
FROM: Violet L. Bridget
I'm coming to Western Genetics to see my baby sister. I will see you in six hours. Love you!
Moving the cursor to the next message, she double clicks the message.
TO: Satellizer L. Bridget
SUBJCET: Hi
FROM: Violet L. Bridget
The plane is almost to the airport. I will be seeing you soon. Love you!
"Almost here? The blonde recalls that the closest airport is about thirty minutes from the academy. How long have I been asleep in Kazuya's room? I need a shower and to find something to wear." Glancing at the timestamp and then to the clock beside her mirror Stella jumps out of the seat. "That last message was sent almost an hour ago." Hurrying to her closet to find any suitable attire for a visitor, no sooner had she moved the first set of shirts, she hears a knock door. The blonde uses her volt texture to coat her skin with a whiter shade. Walking up to the door, she slowly opens it looking through the empty space to see who her visitor is. Suddenly the door to her room flies inward at her. Maneuvering to the side, the outer edge of the door misses Stella's body, however; the blond is met by a person with outstretched arms.
"STELLA!" Violet snatches Stella into her powerful embrace. Due to her fear of being touched Stella's body begins to tremble.
"VIOLET!" she exclaims in a shaky tone.
"No! It's just Violet." Her hands begin to tremble and try to move towards Violet's head. "She doesn't mean any harm. I can't lose myself to this fear, but my body hurts so much. I have to get her off me before I end up doing something I will regret."
"Violet, will you please let me go?"
Releasing her embrace Violet steps back.
"I'm sorry! I just haven't seen you in years Stella."
"I understand," Stella says watching Violet for any more dangerous actions.
"Did I come at a bad time? I notice you are in your bra and panties. Should I come back tomorrow? Someone hiding in your bathroom," Violet bombards her with question while keeping a giant smile on her face.
"It's nothing like that, I was walking in the rain and obviously my clothes got wet," pointing to the dress which is on the bed. The elder woman looks down at her sibling's wet pink Genetics dress.
"You win this one." Stella rolls her eyes at her sister's shenanigans. "Do you mind if I take a seat?"
"Not at all."
Locating the chair by Stella's computer, Violet spins it around to face the blond and sits down. Stella leans against the bathroom door.
"How have things been for you Stella? Has life been treating you well? Don't lie to me, you know I can tell."
"Life is life;" she answers nonchalantly.
"Obviously she doesn't want to talk about it."
"How did you find my room?"
"One of the girls outside your building told me where I could find you."
Violet recalls the scene from minutes before she arrived at her sister's dorm.
Violet can see the location of the dormitories on the map within the annex, however; the darkness that surrounded her served to make reading the plaque harder.
"How am I suppose to find where she lives? Serves me right, I should have called first." Rubbing her arms with her hands she stares at the map. Moments later a girl with red hair just happens to walk in Violets' direction.
"Is that girl blind? She shouldn't be walking around at this hour alone."
Walking up to the girl, she gets her attention by putting her hand on her shoulder.
"Miss… Do you know where you are going," Violet asks her.
"Yes I do," the red head answers. "Why would you ask me a question like that?"
Violet begins to blush in embarrassment.
"You thought I was blind didn't you?"
"Yes I did."
"I am not blind. I have no need to open my eyes any wider than what they need to be. My eye sight is just as good as anyone else's if not better at this point."
"I am very sorry if I offended you," Violet says crossing her hands in front of her and then bowing.
"Don't concern yourself, you meant no harm."
Pausing for a moment Violet readies herself to speak again.
"Excuse me, by any chance do you know Satellizer L. Bridget?"
The red head is dumbfounded that the woman would be asking about Satellizer of all people.
"Yes I do know of her. I would have to recommend that you not seek her out if you value your life."
The older woman tilts her head to the side in confusion.
"Value my life….what do you mean by that?"
"The Untouchable Queen is the most violent of all of the Pandora's present in West Genetics. A simple brush against her could potentially cost you your life."
"Untouchable Queen? What's that about?"
"I'm her sister and that is preposterous."
"Sister you say? A L. Bridget?"
"Violet L. Bridget, but I would greatly appreciate it if you could keep that to yourself."
"If that's what you want."
"Her dormitory is the farthest most north. Her room is the fourth on the left."
Looking in the direction that the squinting girl had given, Violet finds the dorm in the distance and looks back at her.
"Thank you for your help."
"Glad to be of assistance."
"One more thing, could we talk about Satellizer at some point in the near future?"
"I don't see why not."
"What is your name?"
"I'm Chiffon Fairchild. I'm the student council president."
"Chiffon Fairchild… I will remember that name."
"How is your hotel doing?"
"It's doing fine. Bali is great place, you should come and visit some time."
"I think I will one day."
"Hopefully one day soon. Anyway, you said you were walking in the rain. Were you coming from any place special? Maybe you were in a guy's room?" Violet bombards her again another large smile. Watching the younger woman's reaction to the question, Violet concludes that she is right. "My little Stella is growing up. Where is he? Let me meet him."
"You can't meet him right now, he's sick."
"hahaha. Is that the best you've got? He's sick."
"I'm not lying to you."
"I know you're not."
Looking at Stella's bed Violet noticed the stuff animals and the yarn.
"You like to knit. That's interesting. It doesn't seem that you've outgrown the stuffed animals either."
"I don't think I ever will," she says with a light chuckle.
Releasing a big yawn Violet begins to get up from the chair.
"I guess that flight took more out of me then I expected. I guess it's time for me to head back to the hotel."
Stella, not sure what to do, slowly opens her mouth.
"You..can stay the night here if you like," Stella says shyly while looking down at the floor.
"Do you miss your big sis that much," Violet releases a laugh. "If you really want me to stay then I will stay."
Stella expression lightens up after hearing her say that, however; that feeling quickly changes as Violet wraps her arms around her younger sister and pulls her into a tight embrace.
"Please stop," Stella whispers angrily slightly trembling.
"You are so cute."
"Please stop," Stella whispers with more anger in her voice and as her trembling becomes more intense.
Sensing the anger in younger sister's words, the elder woman removes herself from the embrace. Picking up her uniform and placing her keycard on the bed, Stella moves towards the bathroom in order to not alarm her sibling of the discomfort that she was facing.
What is wrong with her? It's impossible for me to even embrace her for long periods of time. She sounded immensely annoyed when she told me to stop both times. I didn't think I was squeezing that hard. Maybe I should look into what Ms. Fairchild was saying on this issue.
Moments later, her younger sister returns into the bedroom.
"I will be staying the night with you Stella, however; I need to run an errand."
"Can it wait until later?"
"It's kind of important?"
Picking up the keycard from her bed, she motions it towards Violet.
"Take this," Stella hands Violet her keycard. "It grants you access to my room," she says with a weak smile with a mixture of gloom.
Taking the card from the girl's hand Violet walks out of the room closing the door behind her.
"Great. I scared her off."
Making her way to the closet the blonde locates the airbed box that is tucked away in the corner right corner behind a stack of tall white boxes.
Violet props her back against Stella's door as a scene from her past plays in her head.
On the main floor of the L. Bridget mansion young Stella and Violet are standing in the middle of the room. Pulling on her older sister's arm, Stella tries to stop her from leaving.
"I don't feel well Violet,"
"I'm going outside to talk to someone, I will be right back."
"Can it wait until later?"
"No it can't wait until later Stella. If you're feeling sick, go and tell your mom,"
Violet yanks her arm away from the young girl's grip and proceeds to walk out of the door. Minutes later Violet L. Bridget returns to the mansion, placing the key into the lock and turning it to the right, the click of the locking mechanism unlocking occurs. Upon entering the mansion she faces the door. After successfully entering the older blonde closes the door. Turning around, the returning girl is frozen stiff as she looks towards the staircase. She watches as the younger female child is lying on her side. The pigmentation in her skin can be seen as turning paler, one hand slowly clawing at her neck while, the other is lazily claws at the floor.
"What I uncovered after that incident changed me, however; not as much the expression that was present on her face as she was suffocating. The mixture of pain, sorrow, and the fear, were written all over her face. I saw dead people all the time on television and in the news, however; it wasn't the same when I was watching someone die in front of me. To make things worse, it was my own sister that I threw to the side to go and talk to some boy who wasn't worth my time."
Turning back around, Violet swipes the keycard and enters her sibling's room.
"Back already?"
Halting the progressions of the airbed, Stella turns around to converse with her Violet.
"Yes ma'am. I put some thought into it and decided that it could wait."
Both women warmly smile at each other.
"Stella," a sweet voice echoes in her head. "Stella." Slowly opening her eyes the blur of lights, colors, and images are the only thing Stella can perceive. Moving her hands to feel random areas of her bed, she attempts to find the placement of her glasses. "Looking for these," the voice says. The sensation of an object sliding across her face does not alarm her. The images in her room come together as her eyes are aided by the lenses in her glasses. "Good morning sleepy head!" Violet shouts leaning inches away from her face. "Time to get up; I want to meet your boyfriend." Blushing lightly Stella sits up in bed.
"I told you he's not my boyfriend."
"Yea yea, whatever you say. I want to meet him."
I will be waiting outside for you. Try not to keep me waiting too long slow poke.
Standing in front of Kazuya's door the older woman knocks softly. Stella is propping herself against the wall space separating Kazuya's and Arthur's door. Slowly the door unlocks and opens.
"What can I do for you?"
Glancing at the blonde haired woman, he is confused.
"So you're my sister's boyfriend huh?" she says clasping her hands together.
"Sister….boyfriend…..I don't know what you're talking about."
Violet signals for Stella to come closer. With both girls standing in the doorway Violet decides to ask Kazuya the same question.
"So you're my sister's boyfriend huh?" she asks with a smirk on her face thinking she is going to get her desired answer.
Slightly blushing, Kazuya shifts his gaze from the older woman to Stella.
"You are such an embarrassment Violet," Stella says shaking her head.
"Who is this woman Stella?"
"She's my older sister."
Violet's facial expression changes to impatience.
"Are you going to invite us in or are we going to have to stand outside?" Kazuya opens the wider so that the the two English women can enter his dorm room. Upon clearing the doorway, the shy Limiter closes the door behind them. Turning around to face his guests, Violet begins to speak. "I'm sorry for impoliteness, I didn't properly introduce myself. I am Violet L. Bridget, older sister to Satellizer L. Bridget," reaching out her hand she continues. "You are?"
"I am Kazuya Aoi. I am your Stella's Limiter," he says shaking her hand.
After braking the handshake Violet scoops him into a big hug.
"Handshakes seem so boring between future family members."
"Future…family members?"
"I told you, it isn't like that Violet."
"Say what you want Stella, you aren't going to fool me." Breaking her hold on the young man, she stares at her sister and then back to Kazuya. "You two seem tense, how about we go out for lunch, my treat. This will give you a chance to loosen up and we can get to know more about each other Mr. Aoi."
The Pandora-Limiter pair glance at each other in confusion on whether this would be a good idea or not. With no answer given in a sufficient amount of time, Violet breaks the silence.
"The default is acceptance of the proposal. My sister and I will be waiting for you at the gate near at the entrance to the academy. Whenever you are ready meet us there." Violet opens the door to Kazuya's room and motions for Stella to join her in the hallway. Leaving the room, the younger of the two women closes the door.
The sister duo stand out of the West Genetics gate staring at the clouds as they casually float by resembling the shapes of nothing in particular.
"Don't you think you were being too overwhelming?"
"Of course not, both of you were uncomfortable, so I thought that going out would be a better place to get acquainted." Violet's cell phone rings. "Hello? You're almost here? That's great! Instead of staying on the academy grounds we've decided to go out for lunch. Could you make sure to make her friend feel welcomed? Alright, I will see you soon"
Placing the cell phone back into his pocket, Louis stares to the front of the limousine.
"It's been so long since I have gotten to see that thing. I can only dream of how mature she must look now. Full pink lips, huge breasts, tall slender build maybe, long blonde hair, or maybe it's dyed another color. Regardless, she's older now and since she's a Pandora, that means she should be able to take a lot more punishment then what I use to give her when we were kids. The mind games and expressions to the pain were the greatest part of the play time."
Huddled in the corner of her room the youngest L. Bridget daughter cowers at her tormentor standing against the door to her room with a glowing red candle in his hand.
"Why are you running from me Stella?"
The girl says nothing as she stares at boy inching ever so close to her.
"I asked why you were running from me Stella," he says slamming his open palm on the wall right above her head causing her to curl up tighter on the floor.
Stella begins to tear up. Seeing as though there was nothing to do, she prepares to let out a cry for possible help. Noticing that her mouth was beginning to open, Louise cups her orifice and moves centimeters away from her face. At this point, Stella is frightened more by the devilish appearance that the flickering candle is playing on his facial features and the shadows behind him.
"You know Stella, there is a place for people like you when you die. Being as you are a bastard child, this in turn makes you an unholy person that God cares nothing about. Tears begin to stream down Stella's face. "Do you know what they call this place for people like you?" Stella slowly nods her head. "Good. That's good. Do you know what's in hell?" Stella once again nods her head. "That's even better. Do you know what it feels like to be in hell?" Stella slowly shakes her head. "Then let me show you," he says moving the candle towards her leg. She could feel the faint warmth of the flame on her inner right thigh. A second later, the warmth turned into an uncomfortable sensation of heat. Another second, led to searing pain as the flame stung her flesh. Letting out a cry, Louise gripped her mouth even harder when she made a sound. "Don't cry, you should try and get use to this. This will be happening to you for a long time. Perhaps one day we can try the real thing and cover you completely in flames, he says releasing an evil laugh as the pain Stella undergoes crushes her spirit.
"It's not like I hate her, there's just something about her fear and pain that makes my heart rejoice. Her suffering brings me great pleasure. It's like a drug, it's better than sex. Louse thinks back on his conversation with Violet. Who is this friend? I wonder if she found a Limiter. This is going to be easier than I thought if that's the case. If I know her, she's going to jump through hoops to try and stop anyone from learning about her past due to the fact of how bad it would make her look."
The car comes to a sudden stop.
A black limousine halts at the Western Genetics gates.
"Always going for the most luxurious item you can find?"
"It was more for you than me."
The rear driver's side door opens and out steps a young man wearing a white polo shirt and beige khaki pants, slender build, and a pretty boy complexion.
"It's him." Stella's body freezes with fear. Sweat slowly begins to form on her forehead and she watches the young man advance towards her position. "Why didn't she tell me he came also?"
"Stella! Can your brother have a hug sis?" Louis excitedly says walking up to Stella with his arms wide. When in arm's length he takes his arms and wraps them around her torso. A feeling of immense despair slowly begins to overtake her. Leaning in, he begins to whisper into her ear. "I missed you so much over the years Stella. You've grown so much since the last time we were together. I'm can't wait to see how much you've really changed. His last sentence sends multiple waves of terror rampaging throughout her entire body.
"Look at you two," Violet says with a goofy voice.
Releasing his embrace he turns towards Violet and begins walking towards her.
"He won't get to me. I'm not that weak little girl anymore No one has reign over me." No matter how much she tries to psych herself up the internal pep talk doesn't make the overwhelming misery any less. "Why am I so afraid? I am obviously the stronger person, but I can't shake this feeling."
"Here's the key to your room." Louis says handing the silver key to his sister.
"I appreciate what you've done Louis."
"Don't worry about it."
Violet catches something moving out of the corner of her eye, wondering what it is she snaps her around to identify it.
"It appears that our last guest is finally here."
"I'm sorry that I've kept you waiting," Kazuya says bowing his head. The blonde Pandora snaps out of her state.
"Who is this?"
"This is Stella's friend."
"Is that so?" Louis marches to Kazuya's position and halts directly in front of him. "I'm Louis L. Bridget, Stella's younger brother," he says outstretching his hand.
"My name is Kazuya Aoi, nice to meet you. I'm Stella's Limiter." Kazuya says shaking Louis's hand with a big smile.
"Stella found herself a partner. Well, I hope that you can take good care of her," he says giving Kazuya a big smile.
"I will try my best."
"I thought that the foundation between us was solid. Obviously this whore doesn't understand her place. I will teach her that she shouldn't forget things that are taught to you at an early age it could be detrimental to your health."
"Since we're all acquainted, let's get something to eat. I'm starving!" Violet exclaims grabbing the two males by their arm and pulling them to the car.
Kazuya…
"STELLA! COME ON!"
Breaking away from her thoughts, she slowly begins to move towards the car.
TO BE CONTINUED…
PREVIEW
"You've talked to her didn't you?"
"Yes I did."
"She's probably feeling pretty horrible right now."
"Feeling... Don't make me laugh. Toys don't have feelings, and if she has developed any I will be more than happy to help her forget them."
"What is going on with you Stella?"
"It's nothing that you have to concern yourself with."
"I thought we agreed that…"
"I SAID IT'S NOTHING!"
"So you've been living like this since you've been here in Japan?" The room is filled with silence.
"It's not something you need to worry about Violet."
"I thought you would make the wise choice."
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