Summary:

No one messes with Kirsch's sister and gets away with it...

WARNING:
It's basically Sexual Harrassment and Victim Blaming towards Mimosa, don't read if it triggers you

Chapter 2: Hard Knocks

Kirsch finished styling his hair after taking a shower in the Men's Locker Rooms at the Clover Kingdom Stadium. He had his normal early morning practice with his sister Mimosa.

Figure Skaters normally got the ice rights early morning on Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesdays, and the late evening practice on Thursday and Friday. Hockey players had the opposite schedule, with Saturday and Sunday nights being their game nights during the season. Wednesdays were open to the public.

Kirsch looked at himself in the mirror and smiled at himself. He truly was a beautiful man, even if it annoyed Mimosa to no end when Kirsch said it out loud. Kirsch nodded. He grabbed his bag and locked his assigned locker.

He exited the locker room and headed to the hallway where the Women's Locker Room was located to wait for Mimosa. Today, he was giving her a ride home. Mimosa still lived at home with their parents, while Kirsch lived on his own in an apartment that he paid for by advertisements and endorsement deals.

Mimosa didn't drive since she was absolutely God-awful at it. And by awful, it meant that she was overly aggressive and sped like a mad-woman. Their oldest cousin Mereoleona taught Mimosa how to drive and that may explain why. He drove with her driving once and never again would he get in a car if Mimosa drove. Their mother normally picked Mimosa up from practice, but their mother was busy at Clover University, judging the doctoral dissertations of some poor wrecked history majors who had the unfortunate luck of getting Kirsch and Mimosa's mother as their main advisor.

He turned the corner and froze at the sight before him.

Fellow Pro-Figure Skater Xerx Lugner had his hands on Kirsch's precious, delightful little sister's arms. Mimosa's face was pale and her whole body shook with fear and rage.

Kirsch saw red. He dropped his duffel bag and sprinted to rip Mimosa away from Xerx's hold. Pushing Mimosa behind him, Kirsch snarled, "What the hell do you think you're doing to my sister?"

He never like Xerx, the man being in the Pro-Figure Skater Singles circuit and often mocking Kirsch, Mars (partnered with his wife Fana), and Fanzell (partnered with his wife Dominante) for not going pro on their own. While Kirsch admittedly knew he was arrogant and egotistical, Kirsch respected others if they deserved his respect. Xerx was a douchebag, through and through.

"Ah, the big brother to the rescue," said Xerx, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. "Mimosa and I were just having a conversation."

Mimosa made a disgruntled noise of protest from behind him that told Kirsch that they weren't "having a conversation." Kirsch said, in his best threatening tone, "It didn't look like a polite conversation, Lugner. You don't put your hands on someone else without their consent. It's just common sense. I am not gonna let this go, asshole."

Xerx had the balls to laugh. "Well, she was asking for some attention." He gestured to Mimosa's outfit.

Mimosa hadn't the chance to even get into the Women's Locker Room and changed out of her training leotard and skirt. While it wasn't necessary to be in full costume for training, Kirsch and Mimosa trained in clothing similar to the skin-tight features to get used to the chill on the ice. It was nothing inappropriate, as all the women in the Singles Division and Fana and Dominante wore the same thing during training.

"Excuse me," demanded Kirsch, incredulously. Douchebag didn't cover describing Xerx.

Mimosa grabbed Kirsch's arm. "Let it go, Kirsch, let's just go."

"Let it go? No way. Aunt Acier won't stand for this," said Kirsch. "People like him need to be punished."

"I'm the best singles skater, they wouldn't get rid of me. And it's not my fault," said Xerx, sneering.

Kirsch's temper snapped and he punched Xerx right in the face, Xerx's nose cracking under the force of Kirsch's punch. Mimosa screeched, startled.

"How dare you," said Xerx, muffled from holding his face, blood dripping down.

"Yeah, I dared," said Kirsch, fuming mad.

Xerx's eyes flashed dangerously and Kirsch braced himself for the other man to lunge at him, when Yuno and William Vangeance arrived to stop Xerx, while Mimosa grabbed both of Kirsch's arms.

William Vangeance, the Captain and goalie of the Golden Dawn Hockey Team, asked, in his mild tone, "What is going on here?" William and Yuno had Xerx held back and Kirsch wouldn't risk hurting his sister because he lost his temper, so Kirsch settled for glaring harshly at Xerx.

Yuno asked, "Mimosa, you good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," said Mimosa, as the two were good friends, meeting through Kirsch and Mimosa's other cousins Leopold and Noelle.

William frowned, as if he had an idea of what happened and he was just as upset about it as Kirsch. "I'm gonna call security and Lady Acier. It's not often that fights break out between figure skaters."

Kirsch made a face, but knew that he was definitely in trouble, as he was the one that punched Xerx first.

An hour later, Kirsch sat in Aunt Acier's office (Nozel kindly gave Mimosa a ride home after the statements were taken by the police). His aunt was far from amused. Acier frowned. "You are a grown man, Kirsch. You should have de-escalated the situation and called security."

"He sexually harassed Mimosa," said Kirsch, bluntly. "He victim-blamed on top of it. Please tell me that he's getting in trouble."

"Yes, he's suspended without pay pending an investigation," said Aunt Acier, with a sigh, "but you're lucky I managed to convince him not to press charges for physical assault with the police, Kirsch, considering what he did was worse. God knows my own sister would have my head, if I had let that happen. Still, I hate to do this to you and Mimosa, but I have to suspend you for the rest of the competition circuit, but with pay. Mimosa will either sit this circuit out or try singles."

Kirsch frowned. "That doesn't seem fair."

"Life isn't fair. And you will be co-teaching the Wednesday class to the Ice Skating Beginners Ages 7-12, as part of your punishment," said Aunt Acier, in a tone that suggested that arguing would be pointless.

"Yes, Aunt Acier."

~to be continued

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