Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything.
Note: Sorry for not updating sooner. I got lazy.
Thou Shalt Not Fall For Thy Own Sister
9: Collision
"Ren?" My voice echoed through the empty hallway.
Where is that kid? He didn't show up a while ago so he better have some pretty good reasons.
I look up and stare at the clock. It was ay past our meeting.
Defeated, I let my feet drag me to the single place in the whole mansion where my beloved brother could possibly be: Otou-sama's room.
Yes, he's probably there, I convinced myself. By the way he objected to my betrothal yesterday, I'm quite sure he'd be in our father's room, convincing En to pull me out of my engagement.
Knock, knock.
"Come in."
I opened the door and blinked.
My father just sat there, elbows on his desk, hands clasped together to support his chin. He seemed so frustrated to punch a hole into a wall yet calm enough to restrain himself from doing so.
He had his eyes closed as he spoke in the language I knew so well.
"Tell me, child, what is it that Lian will gain if he does defeat Li?"
Huh? My mind blurred for a minute. What is he talking about? '...if he does defeat Li...'?
...oh. My. God.
I felt my marine orbs widen at the thought. Ren couldn't...!
A battle cry.
My gaze turned to the window.
And Ren was there. So was Li. They were standing still as if the whole scenery froze, both gripping their own weapon of choice at one hand.
I had no time think.
In a flash, I found myself jumping from the window of my father's room down to the garden.
"Ren!" I cried out loud as I held his bleeding body on my arms.
My brother was wounded. The cuts weren't that deep but they were enough to make my eyes glare at my brother's opponent. What was he thinking, taking a thirteen year-old kid seriously?! I could care less about who started the fight...but did he really have to make my Ren bleed like this?!
Li didn't flinch. He just smiled apologetically and walked away.
At first, I wanted to throw an ofuda at him to help me vent my anger a little but I didn't, knowing that it was Ren who needed my attention, not him.
Painfully, I sniffed, trying so hard to hold back the tears that threatened to spill as I held him close to my chest and bring him to our family doctor.
Notes: Sorry for this very, very, VERY short chapter. I'll update twice or thrice this month to make up for it.