YuRi Shipper: To keep it short and sweet – sorry I haven't updated in forever. Life was busy.
And the gunslinger's reviews were indeed removed – why? Because I had the power to do so. And no, no one else has been raped – it's just Hitomi. –pets her-
Disclaimer: Nothing is owned. So there.
Without Further Ado
"Wait, Robert." Donovan's voice interrupted the man who was about to reveal the piece of paper, so that he looked upwards. "I want to play a little game with them first." The man nodded, running pale fingers through thick black locks, waiting patiently on screen, not showing the women anything now.
"First off, I'd like to congratulate a few of you – Tina, you really just don't seem to care. Though I'm sure you will…" The blonde Texan smirked, flicking her hair idly.
"Don't count on it." She responded rather confidently.
Donovan's eerie chuckle sent shivers down the spines of most of the women – it was something most were certain they'd never get used to, no matter how long he held them captive in his little experiment.
"And I'd also like to ask you all a question – just raise your hand, please." Several pairs of eyes looked anxious, though none more so than that of Hitomi's – blue-grey eyes had not been so wide, so afraid in so long…
"Father, please, don't…" A loud slap echoed trough the empty household, and the wide, yet oddly blank eyes of a young Hitomi stared at the floor, unshed tears collecting in their depths, preparing to betray her – it was bad enough this happened so often… and even worse if she cried. He took it as a sign of weakness.
"Shut up, or someone will hear you." And, of course, that wasn't something that would benefit either of the father-daughter pair. Not at all – death would come on swift wings to a loud Hitomi who attracted too much attention – and jail and police on wings that were just not fast enough to save her would find her father.
She grew silent, staring at the floor once again, nodding solemnly as tears rolled down her cheeks, causing small stains on their pale surfaces. Her bottom lip was sucked in ever so slightly so front teeth could imbed themselves in it – she knew that she'd be biting her lip as long as her father was there.
And he intended to stay for quite some time – one could come to this conclusion by watching as his pants came off his body. The young girl winced, pink headband still firmly in place on her head, preparing herself for the inevitable…
"Hitomi? 'Tomi-chan?" The
soft whisper woke her from her nightmarish reverie, causing the brunette to
blink. "Hn?"
Donovan's voice made her jump
slightly, clinging to the woman who had been speaking earlier, Kasumi. Lei
Fang's eyes were alight with jealousy from beside them, though no one noticed –
most had their hands in the air.
"So, you don't think you have anything to hide, Hitomi? Are you positive? Maybe you should raise your hand… just for good measure." Finally, the youngest looked about, realizing what Donovan's 'question' must have been – who felt they had something to hide? Christie's hand was up, as were those of Ayane, a reluctant Helena, nonchalant Lisa, sheepish Lei Fang, and a sombre Kasumi. Tina didn't seem fazed, her arms miraculously folded across her bust as she shrugged. "I ain't got nothin' to hide…" But the question hadn't been directed at her.
Slowly, ever so slowly, one arm left its place around Kasumi's waist to shakily hold itself in the air for a moment.
Donovan seemed satisfied – he wouldn't bother her anymore with this, or at least, not at the moment. "You may all put your hands down… Robert!" The man had been examining his nails in obvious boredom. "Show them the name, damn it man!" He nodded, doing so hurriedly. In bold, black, capital letters there was the name 'Helena' written… and a stunned silence filled the room. That was until one particular woman snorted, and proceeded to giggle.
"It was Helena? Oh, oh, this is rich!" Christie seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, noting the scowl and glare being sent from the French woman in her direction. "I mean, I'm so sorry Helena." She put on a face of mock sympathy, making the long-haired blonde turn her nose skywards in disdain.
"Let's just watch the video." Between the Brit and the French woman, quite a scene had been created. Some people were staring, though others were attempting to only sneak peeks out of the corners of their eyes. The only two truly not paying any attention to the fight whatsoever were Hitomi and Lei Fang – this was mainly because the German girl was still clinging to Kasumi's waist as if her very life depended on it, and the Chinese woman was glaring daggers at the redhead, who, in her mind, was stealing the attention and affections of the pretty German.
The screen, however, soon caught all their attention as it crackled to life, causing each woman to stop what they were doing, turning to watch. The lights had dimmed earlier, but were now completely out. And, with not even a comment from Donovan, the 'movie' started…
A bow sat neatly in front of a long, flowing ponytail as the girl glanced at her reflection in the mirror – eyes that were neither blue nor green stared back, their depths shimmering like that of the ocean's. A small smile lit her pale features, blonde bangs framed her face. Helena hadn't changed much over the years – she still retained this look of sophistication and that of a young woman.
One could assume she was no older than sixteen in the video, with her features somewhat younger than her being any older would permit. A hand straightened a white blouse that bore the emblem of a school – her boarding school. A green plaid skirt and knee-high stockings, accompanied by black shoes didn't make her look the most fashionable – but, for living in France and in this particular neighbourhood for the wealthy, she more than fit in wearing this outfit.
"Miss Helena, your mother requests that you
do hurry along." A stuffy, old, English man entered the room, his nose too
large for his face and beady black eyes too close together.
"Oui…
please tell her I'll be there in a moment, Monsieur Jaques."
Her French accent was even more prominent in her speech then than it was in
current times, so it seemed.
"As you wish, Miss Helena." He excused himself from the room with a bow, heading to deliver her message.
The movie suddenly skipped scenes, showing Helena outside a large school, small bag over one shoulder comfortably, and a couple of books in her hand. Her class was not far away – after all, though the school was large, very few of its rooms were used. There were only, to make a rough estimate, forty-odd students.
She reached class on time, as always, punctual. She smiled softly, noting this, and taking her seat. Lucky her – she had no one to sit at the desk to her left, and the window was to her right, meaning Helena had no distractions whatsoever while doing work.
"Class, I would like to introduce a new student today." The girls in the classroom all looked up attentively, eyes wide. What? You thought that such a boarding school would be co-ed? Certainly not.
"This is Christie." A bony hand landed on the shoulder of a rather tall girl, with striking violet eyes, pale skin, and snow-white hair…
"This is supposed to be Helena's film, Donovan – not mine!" Present-time Christie didn't seem too pleased with this sudden turn of events.
"Hush, Christie – it's focusing on her, after all. And besides, I thought it would be best to explain your constant bickering to the rest of these lovely ladies." Though not pleased, the albino huffily shut up.
"She's come to us all the way from England." The teacher stated, tapping the albino on
the shoulder. Though the girl was dressed like the rest of the others, one
thing about her was obvious – she wasn't the same.
Wasn't like them. They all had some gleam in their eye, an eager will to learn.
They seemed… happy. At peace, even. And, while her face placid and calm, her
eyes were, to say the least, dull and languid. She seemed to have a lack of any
real human emotion – just that sense of ultimate boredom.
"Take a seat beside Helena… oh, Helena, please raise your hand." Even the teacher
had a French accent… Christie hated the place already.
Helena's hand went up obediently, and
cerulean eyes remained focused on the Brit as she approached, obviously not
really caring who she sat beside, as she didn't even offer a hello.
In an attempt to be friendly, the blonde smiled, offering a 'bonjour.' Christie sat and ignored, however.
And, just as before, the scene skipped, though this time reading, in white letters across the screen, 'two months later'.
"Christie… I-I…" She wasn't sure how to put this. Knowing full-well, however, that the albino had neglected to ever pick up her mother tongue, the French woman whispered the words as she watched the Brit raise an eyebrow, not even that interested in her. "Je t'aime."
And it seemed that one little secret was out – if anyone understood French, that was. But the little subtitles by the bottom of the screen that read 'I love you' really helped. In fact, they helped quite a bit.
YuRi Shipper: Wow, now I'm tired. I seriously considered doing Hitomi for this chapter, but then said 'nah, let's not do that just yet – keep her in suspense!'. I must say, I'm actually rather proud of this chapter… I'm hoping most of my reviewers are still kickin' around… -searches for them- Anywho, R&R mes amigos! –flies off to attempt and write a one-shot as well-
