-Greetings readers!
Sorry it took me a while to publish this; I have been very busy… (yeah I know I say that all the time but it's the truth!) The only time I have to write is between classes and on my work break, so it'll be a slow story to finish. But it will be finished no worries. Still no lovie dovie junk, I'm building the characters up first so be patient.
I think that's it! Happy reading!
NoLifeQueen
Chapter Two
Abandoned
"You are amazing." Fiametta blurted out without breaking eye contact which made Marceline blush a bit.
"Ahhhh..." Did she really just call me amazing? Glob that was so cute... wait what? She cleared her throat and tried to shake off the weird feeling growing deep within herself.
"Well don't stare at me like that!" Fiametta laughed while walking towards Marceline, "Didn't your Father teach you it was rude to stare?"
Marceline grabbed the younger girl by the hips and easily pulled her off her feet and onto the bed. Fiametta struggled against the sudden intrusion, but was quickly subsided when Marceline took her wrists and put them above her head. "Tsk" She's so warm... The older girl thought while sitting on Fiametta's hips, she leaned over so that her lips were right next to the younger girl's ear and purred, "I just can't help myself." Fiametta's soft moan made Marceline's stomach flip. A loud knock made Marceline glare at her door, seeing the older girl distracted Fiametta rolled over and away from her.
"Speak." Marceline growled.
"I'm sorry to interrupt Lady Abadeer, but your Fathe-"
"I see." Marceline snapped, she didn't like the way her body missed the warmth the younger girl gave it. Slowly she stood from the bed and fixed her clothes, making sure her hair was acceptable she opened the door to find a man waiting for her command.
"Tell Father we'll be right over." The man nodded and scurried off, his heavy steps echoed down the hallway.
"We better get going, Father dislikes tardiness." Marceline said out loud, she did not dare to meet Fiametta's eyes in case her stomach decided to act weird again.
Was she just playing with me? Rage clouded Fiametta's judgment and she did what she thought appropriate; she slammed into her hostess' shoulder and ran past her.
"Hey what are you doing!?"
The older girl was 5'6, her legs were longer and she had 6 years of physical training under her belt, needless to say she caught up to Fiametta in a flash. "You are gonna get lost kid."
"Leave me alone!" Glob she's faster than I thought. "And don't call me a kid!"
Marceline sighed and grabbed hold of the younger girl's wrist, pulling her over her shoulder in one fluid motion. "You can hate me all you want later, but right now we are needed downstairs."
"H-hey! Put me down!" Fiametta pushed hard on Marceline's shoulder but it only made the older girl's hold tighten. How dare she play with my emotions!
"Look, you'll have to get over it." Marceline's long strides made up for the lost time for only a few moments of walking had brought them to their destination.
"How dare you say th-"
"Whatever made your Father come all the way over here to talk to mine must be very important." Marceline cut Fiametta off and placed her safely on the floor. "So be a good girl and be quiet."
Fiametta crossed her arms and let out a big huff. Talking to me like I'm a little kid! She's just like, what three years older than me? Adding insult to I jury, Marceline patted her head saying "Atta girl." before knocking on the door.
"Enter" Hudson's voice boomed making Fiametta shudder. I wonder if he's ever not strict? Marceline mentioned he hated tardiness, and he doesn't seem to be very towards her either...
The older girl opened the door and stepped aside for Fiametta to enter first. "T-thanks" How come I can't stay mad at her... she blushed at the thought.
"You called for us Father?" Pyrex's shoulders are too tense, something happened that displeased him. Marceline noted right as she walked through the door.
"Ah there you are Marceline, I was wondering if you got lost." Hudson casually said, challenging his daughter.
Fiametta quickly glanced at Marceline, she knew it was her fault for the scolding and felt a bit guilty. It must be something big if he's showing dominance in front of Pyrex.
"I'm at fault, I got carried away with the tour of the house. It won't happen again Father."
"No. It won't." He turned to look at Fiametta, who by now had taken her place next to her father and was intensely looking at her hands. "Did my daughter give you a good tour child?"
Child? The only time I've heard him call anyone that was when he was about to punish someone...
Startled she looked up to find everyone glancing her way. "Y-yes. You have a beautiful house Lord Abadeer." she nodded with enthusiasm.
The girl did nothing wrong to offend him. If push comes to shove...
Hudson smiled; his smile was feared amongst the Districts, for it was only during the most gruesome battles.
I'll have to…
"Say Fiametta." He paused, cocking his head to better judge her reaction.
Protect…
"How would you like to live her for a few weeks, only until you get used to your new school. Marceline can show you around and help you with your classes."
Her?
Marceline glanced at her father trying to hide her suspicion; he had never offered to help anyone that wasn't blood. What is he up to...
"I don't want to impose." Fiametta said looking from Hudson to her father.
"It is not a problem in the least."
Pyrex shuffled slightly under his daughter's stare, So that's it! Father must think Pyrex isn't raising his heir properly. A weak leader could really hurt the Family.
"Father?" The younger girl looked up at him, confusion with a mixture of fear clear on her face.
Pyrex took a hold of Fiametta's arm and said, "It would be an honor Lord Abadeer." Bowing his head he pushed his daughter forward.
"I assure you my daughter will take great care of you, isn't that right Marceline?"
The older girl took a step forward, "Yes, Father." With my life. A small smile escaped Fiametta's lips at the thought of spending more time with Marceline.
"You may go Pyrex." With a yawn and a hand gesture, Hudson dismissed the Flame District leader; whom in turn bowed and hurriedly excited the room.
Coward, didn't even try to say goodbye to his only daughter. Marceline frowned but kept quiet, she knew better than to challenge a leader.
A deafening silence followed the departure of Pyrex, Marceline glanced at the younger girl a few times to try and read how she was feeling but was soon interrupted by Hudson's calm statement.
"You'll have to forgive me Fiametta, but I was not prepared for your company." That's right, our guest rooms are all still under remodeling... Marceline remembered the rampaged her father went through once he found out she was into music. Going to each and every room and tearing down everything in search of music sheets. For an all knowing and powerful man, he couldn't find her hiding place and that had made him even more furious.
"I'm sure any of your magnificent rooms will suffice Lord Abadeer." Fiametta said clenching her fists, after being abandoned in a stranger's house all she wanted to be is alone.
Marceline noticed the single tear that rolled down the younger girl's cheek and leaped into action. She knew her father would only see the tear as a sign of weakness and take advantage of her. And I care for some dumb reason about her getting hurt.
"Father if it pleases you, she can take my room."
