Red Diamond

Early update! Chapter 28 is here!

Sure you must've seen the name on the cover of the story, didn't you? Yeah, my name's Udeesha Arora, hoping to let everyone know it in the future!

BTW, someone removed this story from his/her favs. Okay... I'm sad.

But no, not exactly sad, all thanks to Lady Lucky Heartfillia for favoriting and following the story. Thanks a ton!

So, my reply to a guest reviewer JustAGuest: Thanks for reviewing from a critical point of view. Although I don't think Sabrina is 'Mary-Sueish', but okay, you must have a different opinion. I'll try to improve the story! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

And another reply to another guest reviewer Charu: It's not a bad idea. In fact, even I have this idea from a long time, and there will be something happening in the story regarding your opinion, but not now. The sequence will be near the end, and that will perhaps be the turning point of the story. Oops! Let out a bit too much!

Disclaimer: I do not own Brothers Conflict or its characters, just my OCs. I, by no means, support the idea of evil through any future violent scenes. No part of the content is meant to offend or hurt anyone's sentiments.


Chapter 28: Cost of Past Deeds

Sabrina's POV

It was, at last, the day of the Annual Fest, and all I could do was to hope for nothing to possibly go wrong; for example, Fuuto changes his mind, the song doesn't play, we don't dance in coordination, a sudden wardrobe malfunction, etc etc etc. The list was unending.

Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Let it sink in. Forget about the mess. Forget about everyone. Forget that life even exists. Just float with the thin air playing around you... I extended my arms sideways, closing my eyes, and following my mini-me's directions. The light breeze washed over my body – somewhat spoiling my hairstyle – and I took in deep breaths. Panicking wasn't usual for me.

This is not how you are. You are someone else. "You say I'm not me?" I murmured. My moment of complacency was interrupted when a few cars parked by the other side of the gate. I suspected that it was the arrival of the Chairman of the institutions, and I ran back inside the green room.

The view in front of me was similar to that of a madhouse. The strong smell of perfume lingering in the air, noise made by those curlers and tools, and of course, the girls, and the most common thing displayed was the make-up kits scattered on the dressing tables. The floor was littered with heels and small-sized costumes in which no one could fit. I walked in carefully, not intending to step on anything, and with that, I reached to the girls group, happily chatting away, ignoring the condition of their little chamber. I wondered what would happen if a teacher decided to visit us there.

But I loved that madhouse.

"Okay! Okay! Here!" A member clapped his hands to get our attention. Those furiously applying blush on their faces stopped, as did the ones conversing.

"So," He began, "Our official first performance together, huh? Just do your best over there, stun all those who think that we can't dance, rip the stage apart, and yeah, all the best!" And he concluded.

Sure! Gonna rip the stage apart!

Minutes later, we were in the backstage, lined up, for the next performance was ours, and Fuuto was still not there with us. I was silently waiting, praying for the ongoing speech to not end till the time Fuuto came. Who knows that he changed his mind? Or he didn't feel like coming? Or-

Relax! Nothing like that's gonna happen!

"Haa? And where is he now?" I asked myself. And then the door opened, and the said man dramatically made an entry, like he always did. It usually happened that those entries always made me face-palm, and ask the reason for his existence, but for the first time ever, I was relieved to see him.

He looked at me, and smirked. But I didn't care. I was glad that he didn't betray me at the last moment.

The announcement for us was made, and with a deep breath to suppress my mixed emotions of anxiety and excitement. The lights dimmed, and we immediately took up our positions. I could see that the students of our grade were also seated near the back. It didn't take me long to find Yuusuke and Mahoko. I turned, and followed the faint sound of three, two, one...

O~O~O

"Cheers!" All of us cried as the cans of coke clinked together. The dance had ended, and we were celebrating in the green room. Our first performance together had been marvelous, and I was actually looking forward to doing many more performances with them. Even Fuuto was adjusting and totally in character on the stage, contrary to what he had been during the practices – fussy.

We went to change into our original dresses, but I and Sakura were the ones to wait till the last to let everyone change first, because there were only two stalls available. The second a stall emptied, Sakura stood up and pleaded, "Um, I need to go first. I have an appointment with my dentist and I'm already late. Can I, please?"

"Sure, sure." I said, and she went inside. A couple of minutes later, she exited, thanking me, and went her way, while I entered. I changed into jeans and t-shirt, since it wasn't a regular working school day. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, but in a fraction of a second, a hand pulled me out before I could do so on my own, and I felt a pair of lips on mine, for a hard three to four seconds. I was startled to such an extent – I couldn't even comprehend what was going on with me before the culprit pulled away and gave me a chance to recognize his face.

And he was none other than my dance partner of the day.

Wasn't he a bit too courageous in school?

"What the hell!" I raise my hand to slap him, but he caught it mid-air, and said with a frown, "Don't ruin it... please." The last came out the quietest. Wait; did he really say the word 'please'?

I took my hand back, not understanding why he was suddenly saying 'please' to me. It was something he never said; not even as lyrics in his songs. I kept staring at his face in confusion, asking for an answer for the sudden change. Moments of silence passed with us just staring at each other. Suddenly, a frustrated expression formed on his face as he yelled, "Dammit!" And he walked away, not even sparing me another glance.

O~O~O

I was waiting for Yuusuke in the class. Mahoko had already dispersed, and some teachers had commanded Yuusuke and a few other guys to wind up the decorations of the hall. Half an hour had passed since I came inside to wait like a princess.

Patience was never in my nature; and I stood up and walked out of the classroom. I looked sideways and found Yuusuke stumbling with a mountain of boxes. "Hey..." He said with a smile, while trying to manage the heap.

"Look out!" I cried as he slipped, but I ran over to catch the falling the boxes just in time to save us from the mess. "Whoa! That was close!" Yuusuke sighed in amaze. I borrowed half his load, and both of us headed to the store room. Upon reaching the place, a box I was carrying fell down, and I sighed, "Shit."

I kept the rest aside and began collecting the mess of colorful bands that were scattered on the floor, and I told Yuusuke to get rest of the boxes while I was cleaning the mess, in order to save time. Once I was done with the work, the door behind me creaked open.

"Huh!" I heaved a breath of relief, thinking that it was Yuusuke who had entered the room, "That was sure some glittery stuff. How do they jus- Sasakura! Oh, um, hi." I turned, and was startled to see that my victim from last night was standing in front me, actually angry. There were red patches on his body, and no sign of body hair. I desperately tried to hold back my laughter.

"Weren't you the one who did this to me?" He asked; obviousness evident in his voice.

"Huh? What're you talking about?" I pretended to be blank.

"Don't fake it! It was you and that blonde bitch who did this to me and my car!" He practically yelled. And because he had insulted Mahoko, I raised my voice as well, "You deserved that! How dare you cheat on my friend and all those innocent other girls whom you dated? I mean, look at your taste – Minakami Natsuki! That silly junior! Ew!" He looked baffled for a second, but then angered even more and threw a piece of whatever-he-could-find-around at me, and I dodged the throw.

"C'mon, kid! Be a man! Come fight me!" I challenged him, balling my fists. He dashed towards me, and I delivered a perfect punch to his nose, and he fell back, holding his now-bleeding nose. Seizing the opportunity, I lunged at him, pinning him down, and began punching him, while he dodged a few coming to h8is face, but received many on his stomach. With his free hand, he twisted my arm, which was going right towards his eye. I struggled to get my hand out of his iron grip, and in the meantime, he picked up some iron rod lying nearby, and swung it, and struck me on my right leg with it (that's how I learnt that it is a bad idea to pull up a fight in a store room), and I cried in pain. The door swing open again, and this time it was Yuusuke, who threw the boxes aside and rushed to my rescue.

He pulled me away from the bleeding guy, and before completely standing up, I hit him with my knee on his crotch. He screamed, and like the delicate guy he was, fainted.

Once, Yuusuke left his grip on me, I fell down. Why? Because I wasn't able to stand up. My right leg began hurting like hell, and I could've cried at the amount of pain. I was sure something had happened to my leg after receiving the blow from the iron rod. I tried to move it, but ended up whimpering in pure pain.

Yuusuke, seeing my condition, asked me if I was fine, and I replied, "No."

He scooped me up in arms in bridal style, and with a crimson face, he said, "Um, hold tight."

"Sure..." I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I couldn't help but blush as well. To make the situation lighter, before Yuusuke exited the room, I shouted at the unconscious Sasakura, "You should've sent one of your minions to fight with me! They could've done a better job!" And that was true.

The redhead took me to the nursing room of the school, where a sturdy, plump woman sat behind the large desk, in a room smelling like medicines. He put me on a stretcher nearest to the door and we asked for the nurse's help. She came to me, examined my leg my trying to move it, while I only screamed and whimpered and gasped, begging her to take her hands off me.

She tapped her chin, and reached for her phone to dial a number. She hadn't actually spoken a word since we came in, and heaving a frustrated sigh, Yuusuke asked her, "Can you tell me what the matter with her is?"

"My, my," She finally uttered something, while slowly dialing a number, "I think her bone is fractured."


Such a small chapter! But that's it. I've got too many assignments lined up for me.

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Yours Truly,
Diamond Shyn