Note: To hieilover-1, I made a mistake in the infor I gave you. There is no physical violence in this chapter. It is in fact the next chapter. I actaully wrote this story a while ago. It got deleted, so I am just putting it up now. There are eight chapters, and I plan to add one daily. If you would like to learn about what happens to Michiru's sister afterward, please read my story "Ayame". I will be adding it when I finish this story. Thank you for reading.

Ayame Kaioh could have very well been the most envious child in all of Japan. Possibly in all of the world. During Michiru's absence, she had bent two of the strings on Michiru's violin, thrown away her best paints, burnt one of her sketchpads, and worse of all, taken the ring that Michiru had left under her pillow. It didn't take Ayame very long to realize that it wasn't anything that could be found in a quarter dispenser. The thing must have cost a fortune, and she had a very good idea of who could have given such a thing to her older sister. Ayame didn't hesitate to turn the evidence in to her parents. Maybe for once she would be the one who was praised. Hiroshi was already furious with Michiru for being with that boy and having the nerve to run off with him.

Ayame was finally relieved of some of the stress after Michiru left. She wasn't even comparable to Michiru. Her older sister was much more talented and well-rounded than she would ever be. No matter how much she studied, the best grades that she could manage were B's and the occational A. Her sister had over a 4.0. She couldn't even handle a violin properly while Michiru could play with the best and her paintings were no better than a two-year-old's finger painting. The only thing that she had going were her looks. She was only ten, but a suitable groom had already been found for her. She did look similar to her sister, but had a feeling that her body would never be quite as developed. Ayame used to be the "disgrace of the family", but now that title had been given to Michiru.

After she was presentable, Ayame knocked on her parents' bedroom door.
"Yes?" Aiko called. "What is it?"
"It's about Michiru."
The door swung open almost immediately after she spoke the name. Ayame bowed to her mother who standing in front of her with an inquisitive glance and to her father who was still in bed, but had perked up with interest.
"Good morning Sir. Good Morning Ma'am," she said, as it was the customary morning greeting of both daughters.
Aiko closed the door behind Ayame to keep the conversation from whatever servants may have been listening.
Ayame held the ring out to her mother. "I found this under Michiru's pillow. I think he gave it to her."

Aiko gaped at the ring for only a moment and then shut her mouth. It was most unlady-like to leave one's mouth hanging open. The diamond on the ring was even larger than the one on her finger. Hiroshi got out of the bed and plucked the thing from his daughter's hand. His bushy eyebrows arched over his burning brown eyes and he growled as he realized what it meant. There was no way that he would allow his daughter, as unruly as she may have become, to marry such a creature. If that boy had proposed to Michiru, the day when she had come home with him had certainly not been their first day together. Not only had Michiru disobeyed him, but she had lied? The very moment that Michiru decided to come back, he would have her across his knee with his belt buckle to her. And if she brought that boy with her, why that would be the last time anybody saw his face anywhere other than in the obituary. Ayame smiled. She knew exactly what her father was thinking about.

"Under her pillow?" He confirmed.
"Yes Sir."
"You are excused, Ayame." Hiroshi gave his daughter a pat on her head before he waved her off. "Such a good child. "
Ayame smiled and shut the door behind her. That was the first time those words had even been spoken about her. She went downstairs to the room where they kept the large plasma television on which her family sometimes watched the business and stock information and flipped it on. It was a news channel. Ayame was about to flip it to a cartoon, since she had never been allowed to watch such adolescent things, but then a familiar face flashed onto the huge screen.

Tenoh Haruka has won yet another one!" The over-excited announcer exclaimed as the video of the very same person who had taken her sister away stood on a podium holding up a large gold trophy of a motorbike and wearing a first place medal over her chest. Ayame was the first to realize that even covered by the green and orange racing uniform that the chest of the person on the screen was not flat.
"Boy, she sure is something!" the newsman reported, confirming Ayame's beliefs.
The girl got up and ran back to her parents' room. She couldn't believe what she had just seen on the television.

"You won't believe this!" Ayame cried before she got to the door.
Aiko opened the door to see what the fuss was about.
"Turn on the TV, Ma'am. It's him," She puffed. "On channel five."
Aiko dismissed the fact that it was not proper to be out of breath and turned the TV on to channel five. The man was talking about how the female racer had risen to Japan's first place over the previous holder.
Hiroshi was shaking his head, having the same response that Ayame had. Aiko cupped her hands over her mouth to prevent her shrieks of dismay from being heard; screaming was not something that a good woman did.

Then Haruka was gone and the news changed to show a terrible pileup on a highway. Hiroshi clenched his fists. There were not going to be any disobedient, lying, lesbians in his family.
"Dear, perhaps she doesn't know about that…I've heard that some terrible women try to fool people into believing that they're men," Aiko suggested, noticing how red Hiroshi's face was turning.
"You call yourself a mother? I have done everything in my power to bring that girl up properly and this is how she's become? You're no better than she is, you useless woman. GET OUT!" he bellowed, shaking the entire room.
Aiko stared at him for a second with wide eyes and then turned to the door, dragging Ayame with her.

Aiko Kaioh burst into tears the moment her husband slammed the door in her face. Ayame tried to hug her mother, but she only pushed her away.
"It's all my fault. I must have done something wrong," she sniffled. Aiko wiped her face with the sleeve of the red and white silk iris- print kimono she was wearing, for once not caring if it was feminine. "She's just confused, Ayame. Michiru would never think of doing such a thing. She was always so obedient. Michiru knows that Daisuke is waiting for her to come of age and she would never even think of having a boyfriend. Something must have happened to her. Maybe she's being forced by her."

Ayame frowned; she did not want her mother to be sympathetic.
"But, Ma'am, this Tenoh person seems to be pretty popular. Don't you think that she would know? And if they are so close that he, I mean she, gave Michiru that ring, she must have already seen…well, you know…"
"Don't you even talk about that! You are too young, and that is not a proper subject for young ladies," Aiko said through a sob.
Ayame stiffened. She figured that she couldn't persuade her mother. Besides, if she were to disagree with her mother, she would be in the same state as Michiru, so she just gave up and went to her room and left Aiko crying outside of her bedroom door. At least her father had the right idea, but he didn't need to take it out on his wife.

Ayame sulked for hours, doing her homework, but more often throwing pillows, pens, and whatever she could easily reach at Michiru's face in the family picture on her desk. Her mood brightened when she saw Michiru walking down the street toward the estate. She was only a speck from where she was, but she knew it was Michiru. She must have taken the bus since Haruka wasn't driving her. Ayame took the liberty to inform Hiroshi of the arrival. Michiru would finally get what she deserved for always putting her in second.

Another note: If you are reading this story, you may have read my story called "Ruin". It is directly tied to this story that you are reading. Ruin was meant to be read before this story, but it actually takes place after this one. If you did read it, you probably know the ending to this story, because the ending is where Ruin starts. Confussed? I said this before, but the next chapter contains explicitand violent material. If that bothers you, I suggest scanning, or reading the clean summary that I will put at the end of the chapter. I actually thought the mature rating would be a warning though.