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Really
The reaction on Allen's face was definitely the one that Raffina had hoped to see. After she had told him that she was Leonone Shazarde's daughter, he laughed in her face (how rude!). Raffina would have punched him except for the hard stubble on his jaw.
"What are you laughing at?"
Allen sputtered out a few more snickers before finally calming down. "I'm sorry, but I could have sworn that you said that Leonone Shazarde was your father."
"He is." Raffina confirmed. Allen's expression slowly changed from laughter to horror. "What?"
"That's impossible."
"That Leonone Shazarde's my father?"
"Yes, that!"
"Why?" Raffina crossed her arms before her chest. She hatted it when she had to repeat what she said. It wasn't like she was proud to have a father who had kept his secret heritages from her for so long…
"Because unless my mother didn't tell me she had another child… It's just not possible."
"What does this have to do with your mother?"
"My mother, whatever your name is, was Leonone Shazarde's wife until death did them apart."
Raffina stumbled backwards as a whirling sickness claimed her.
"Wh-hat?"
"I can't believe that you are so stupid as to try to be an impostor and not check out some backgrounds first." Allen frowned at the women in front of him; he was not pleased with today at all. First, his sister tried to kill him, then this woman slapped him (at this thought he started rubbing his poor face again.), and it turned out she's an imposter claiming to be his sister. This day's going to go straight to my hall of worst days…
"This isn't possible," Raffina whispered in a choked whisper. "I must've gotten the wrong Shazarde."
"I don't think so, The only Shazarde that you'd find on Gaea are the one's in this castle."
"That's impossible, I am Leonone Shazarde's daughter. I'm sure that he wouldn't have been with my mother if he was married."
"I told you before, he was married to my mother, I am his son. I don't know who you are, but you should really check your information before you go barging in to someone's castle and claim to be someone you apparently are not."
"But… that means… Maybe I've gotten through the wrong dimension." Raffina was still on her own track of thoughts.
"Hmm, You know that I could have you killed for posing to be a fake."
Raffina ignored his comment; her mind was racing at the speed at light to understand what that meant. NO, he couldn't have. He… Oh my --, NO! Her mind screamed out the obvious, but she refused to believe it.
"Why are you looking so shocked? I'm not a stupid blonde you know, I can figure out that you are an imposter myself." Allen looked smuged at his comment.
"If what you say is true, then…" Raffina trailed out and whispered, "I'm a bastard child."
"What?"
An astounded Raffina slumped in to a nearby chair. Allen stared.
"Are you still insisting that you are my sister?" He glared. however beautiful she was, he still won't fall for it that easily. "I want proofs, and it had better be good."
"First of all, no one calls me a liar." She restrained herself from punching in his face. "And I have all the proofs you can handle." She said hotly. Raffina walked briskly out of the room and towards the quarters she was staying in to retrieve her evidence. Meanwhile, Allen sank onto the carpet, still trying to comprehend what was happening. Raffina reappeared five minutes later. She had a huge binder of files cocked beneath her arms. A satisfied look appeared on her face as she watched a question mark spread over Allen's face.
"You said you want proof. Here they are." Raffina opened the heavy bound binder. "This is my birth certificate, my DNA tests and my military passport. It prints in both words and helix-graphic bytes that Leonone Shazarde and Annette Athgarn was my birth parents."
"How do I now that you didn't forge them?" Allen asked suspiciously.
"Here are my family pictures, I have videos on video drives that you can view with my portable cybernetic unit." With that, she took out a stack of pictures from the back of her files. "I thought these would come in useful if he refuses to admit who I am." Raffina handed a stack of photos in to Allen's hands. Then she went towards her quarters again.
Allen flipped through the pictures, most of them had his father, Raffina and another women, probably Annette, on them. He gazed at the images with perplexed expressions. A frosty spasm of disgust trembled up his spin. He wouldn't. But it was all there. The blissful looks of love as his father kisses the Annette in these pictures. It was impossible. Maybe someone had painted these portraits of deception. But he had never seen anything so real before, it was as though they had a depth to them.
At this moment, Raffina returns with what appears to be a metal book in her hands. She stood it before Allen and plugged in the batteries, controls, and what looked like a heavy miniature CD. Raffina inserted it in to a slot on the side. Music started to play before the screen lighted up. Laughter mixed in. A women's face appeared, a smooth peach complexion with beautiful black hair that clouded down to her hips. She was wearing a peculiar silver body suit of pale silvery blue that matched her sparkling eyes and clung to her shapely figure, she looked teenage. It was Annette. She ran gracefully around the manmade park, apparently searching for a place to hide. A girl moved in, the innocent pale face resembled much of the young women sitting by Allen even with an apparent bit of added weight back then, she looked five. The women and the girl were playing hid and seek with and unknown seeker. Silence eluded the film for an interlude of time. Then a man appeared. He was tall with a kind face. Golden hair parried his handsome face. His voice was taunting but gentle as he called to his Annette and daughter Raffina. Allen could feel his heart lurch to a halting stop. This was his father.
Raffina looked up to Allen. He didn't resemble calmness. His jaw was clenched along with his hands. An apparent pulse thumped in his neck vein. He looked ready to explode. I've been there Allen, I know how you feel.
"I've had enough! This can not be true. I refuse to believe it."
Raffina stood up, still poised even with the shock. "There are some things that we would like to believe, and then there are those we wouldn't. I'm sorry, you have to accept this as much as I do. I like it even less." She paused and turned her back to him so he would not see the pain. "At least you aren't a bastard child.
"In the meanwhile, I need a place to stay, this is my home too." And she looked back. Allen's features could not be read in the fading lighting of the fireplace. Raffina walked unconsciously toward the room she had claimed as her own.
Really
The reaction on Allen's face was definitely the one that Raffina had hoped to see. After she had told him that she was Leonone Shazarde's daughter, he laughed in her face (how rude!). Raffina would have punched him except for the hard stubble on his jaw.
"What are you laughing at?"
Allen sputtered out a few more snickers before finally calming down. "I'm sorry, but I could have sworn that you said that Leonone Shazarde was your father."
"He is." Raffina confirmed. Allen's expression slowly changed from laughter to horror. "What?"
"That's impossible."
"That Leonone Shazarde's my father?"
"Yes, that!"
"Why?" Raffina crossed her arms before her chest. She hatted it when she had to repeat what she said. It wasn't like she was proud to have a father who had kept his secret heritages from her for so long…
"Because unless my mother didn't tell me she had another child… It's just not possible."
"What does this have to do with your mother?"
"My mother, whatever your name is, was Leonone Shazarde's wife until death did them apart."
Raffina stumbled backwards as a whirling sickness claimed her.
"Wh-hat?"
"I can't believe that you are so stupid as to try to be an impostor and not check out some backgrounds first." Allen frowned at the women in front of him; he was not pleased with today at all. First, his sister tried to kill him, then this woman slapped him (at this thought he started rubbing his poor face again.), and it turned out she's an imposter claiming to be his sister. This day's going to go straight to my hall of worst days…
"This isn't possible," Raffina whispered in a choked whisper. "I must've gotten the wrong Shazarde."
"I don't think so, The only Shazarde that you'd find on Gaea are the one's in this castle."
"That's impossible, I am Leonone Shazarde's daughter. I'm sure that he wouldn't have been with my mother if he was married."
"I told you before, he was married to my mother, I am his son. I don't know who you are, but you should really check your information before you go barging in to someone's castle and claim to be someone you apparently are not."
"But… that means… Maybe I've gotten through the wrong dimension." Raffina was still on her own track of thoughts.
"Hmm, You know that I could have you killed for posing to be a fake."
Raffina ignored his comment; her mind was racing at the speed at light to understand what that meant. NO, he couldn't have. He… Oh my --, NO! Her mind screamed out the obvious, but she refused to believe it.
"Why are you looking so shocked? I'm not a stupid blonde you know, I can figure out that you are an imposter myself." Allen looked smuged at his comment.
"If what you say is true, then…" Raffina trailed out and whispered, "I'm a bastard child."
"What?"
An astounded Raffina slumped in to a nearby chair. Allen stared.
"Are you still insisting that you are my sister?" He glared. however beautiful she was, he still won't fall for it that easily. "I want proofs, and it had better be good."
"First of all, no one calls me a liar." She restrained herself from punching in his face. "And I have all the proofs you can handle." She said hotly. Raffina walked briskly out of the room and towards the quarters she was staying in to retrieve her evidence. Meanwhile, Allen sank onto the carpet, still trying to comprehend what was happening. Raffina reappeared five minutes later. She had a huge binder of files cocked beneath her arms. A satisfied look appeared on her face as she watched a question mark spread over Allen's face.
"You said you want proof. Here they are." Raffina opened the heavy bound binder. "This is my birth certificate, my DNA tests and my military passport. It prints in both words and helix-graphic bytes that Leonone Shazarde and Annette Athgarn was my birth parents."
"How do I now that you didn't forge them?" Allen asked suspiciously.
"Here are my family pictures, I have videos on video drives that you can view with my portable cybernetic unit." With that, she took out a stack of pictures from the back of her files. "I thought these would come in useful if he refuses to admit who I am." Raffina handed a stack of photos in to Allen's hands. Then she went towards her quarters again.
Allen flipped through the pictures, most of them had his father, Raffina and another women, probably Annette, on them. He gazed at the images with perplexed expressions. A frosty spasm of disgust trembled up his spin. He wouldn't. But it was all there. The blissful looks of love as his father kisses the Annette in these pictures. It was impossible. Maybe someone had painted these portraits of deception. But he had never seen anything so real before, it was as though they had a depth to them.
At this moment, Raffina returns with what appears to be a metal book in her hands. She stood it before Allen and plugged in the batteries, controls, and what looked like a heavy miniature CD. Raffina inserted it in to a slot on the side. Music started to play before the screen lighted up. Laughter mixed in. A women's face appeared, a smooth peach complexion with beautiful black hair that clouded down to her hips. She was wearing a peculiar silver body suit of pale silvery blue that matched her sparkling eyes and clung to her shapely figure, she looked teenage. It was Annette. She ran gracefully around the manmade park, apparently searching for a place to hide. A girl moved in, the innocent pale face resembled much of the young women sitting by Allen even with an apparent bit of added weight back then, she looked five. The women and the girl were playing hid and seek with and unknown seeker. Silence eluded the film for an interlude of time. Then a man appeared. He was tall with a kind face. Golden hair parried his handsome face. His voice was taunting but gentle as he called to his Annette and daughter Raffina. Allen could feel his heart lurch to a halting stop. This was his father.
Raffina looked up to Allen. He didn't resemble calmness. His jaw was clenched along with his hands. An apparent pulse thumped in his neck vein. He looked ready to explode. I've been there Allen, I know how you feel.
"I've had enough! This can not be true. I refuse to believe it."
Raffina stood up, still poised even with the shock. "There are some things that we would like to believe, and then there are those we wouldn't. I'm sorry, you have to accept this as much as I do. I like it even less." She paused and turned her back to him so he would not see the pain. "At least you aren't a bastard child.
"In the meanwhile, I need a place to stay, this is my home too." And she looked back. Allen's features could not be read in the fading lighting of the fireplace. Raffina walked unconsciously toward the room she had claimed as her own.