The Ryuhana family had often seen Ayumi's tempers. They had seen the mild ones,where she only screamed and snarked, and they had seen the terrifying ones, where she threw things and could be heard from miles away. They had seen it all, but they never expected an occasion that got her to cry.
Indeed, they had seen her attempt to kill people, they had seen her tear grown adults' self-esteem into nothing more than a shriveled thing, but they had never seen her shed a tear, even when it came to someone dying.
Now that we have that covered...It is completely understandable why they were throughly concerned and shocked when their little acid-tongued girl burst through the door of the family home, sobbing her black heart out. Takeshi followed, glancing at his employers and shrugging as Ayu made her way to the sofa which her younger brothers,Yuki and Yuri, had hastily vacated- they knew by intution that if they didn't get out of her way this time, when she was like this, she'd be more inclined to actually commit homocide than the times she actually threatened such an violent offense.
Collapsing on the piece of furniture, without shame, the brown haired female of the household continued her weeping, knowing that she had practically sold her soul to the devil now- or, more correctly, sold her heart to the devil's righthand man, the Shadow felt humiliated, shocked beyond all compare, and angry. If only she hadn't acted on her surprise and anger, if only she had waited to meet a guy who she didn't know like she knew Kyoya- if only she hadn't been pushed to the point she had been. She smacked the pillow again as she bit into it, muffling her screams of rage and shame. Her family stood by now, her three brothers perched on the back of the couch, patting her and soothing her, her parents quietly and patiently waiting for her to come back to her usual self.
"Stop babying her. She isn't a child any longer; don't treat her as such." Ooba's command came in a clipped, dreadfully formal declaration from the doorway of her office, looking disdainfully on her grandniece, and yet severely proud. "I just discussed the arrangements with - he agreed to the match." She glanced again at Ayumi, sizing up her appearence. "Oh for heaven's sake, stop crying. Better yet, go fix up your makeup. Get your kimono on as well." Despite the glint in Ooba's eyes that told her not to question it, Ayumi did just that. "Why?" She asked, sitting up, suddenly self aware of her appearence.
Ooba didn't answer; she just glared at her, daring her to ask again. Ayumi just sighed, sniffled, and rose to her feet, combing her hair back with her fingers slowly, nervously. She wanted the answer to her question- she wanted it now. Patience was never her virtue, so she was grateful that Akihiko came to get her as she sat there, arranging her hair into a chignon. She glanced at him as he sat down next to her, twiddling with an idle ribbon that sat on her vanity table, waiting for his sister to turn to him. "So what happened? What's happening?"
Akihiko sighed as he continued twiddling with the ribbon, mumbling,"The Ootoris are coming in about twenty minutes. Thought I should warn you before you were caught unaware." Ayumi growled and she nearly slammed her fist into the mirror before her, but she stopped, closing her eyes and counting to ten. "Ok... I can do this.." She opened her eyes once more, but a soft glare still pierced them. "Leave it to GrandAunt to steal a childhood away." Akihiko muttered as he watched his sister stiffly shuffle to the door in her traditional dress, knowing that if it wasn't for the mere fact that the family needed the money, Ayumi would be in jail on the account of genocide of the Ootoris and their matriarchal figure.
"Let's just get this shit over with..." Ayumi muttered, cursing aloud, something Akihiko knew she only did if she was extremely angry as she yanked open the door, motioning her brother to follow. They hadn't reached the stairwell when they heard the front door swing open to admit guests, as well as a maid announce them. "A , a , a , a and a Miss Ootori."
Akihiko had to bite his lip to hold back a chuckle as Ayumi kicked the wall, her geta slipper flying down the stairs and smacking the railing as it did, cursing silently. "For heaven's sake, are we to recieve every Ootori in the damn country of Japan?"