Pizzicato
Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight.
Requiem
Juuri sobbed as she threw herself upon her bed.
"You will listen to what I have to say!" her mother proclaimed. "If there is at least one drop of non-pure blood in this line, we are done fore! I do not want another word out of you! Do you understand!?" an angry Mrs. Kuran cursed at her daughter.
Juuri only nodded and continued to sob.
"We shall what your father has to say."
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Haruka slid down on to the ground and slouched against his door, caressing his throbbing cheek.
"I will not have of this!" He heard his father bellow. "I married my own cousin! And I was fine!"
"Please! Your children are merely--children! Calm down!"
"Calm down!? Calm DOWN!? Are you mad!? They're at age! Haven't you taught them anything!?" an enraged Mr. Kuran shouted.
Haruka placed his hands over his ears.
"Rido, Haruka, and Juuri! They're all normal! I married my cousin and there weren't any birth defects! Ungrateful children! Those--"
Haruka buried his face into his knees as he began to tear lightly...
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Juuri sniffled as she sat in front of her vanity and dabbed at her swollen eyes.
"Preposterous!" her mother spat.
"Ungrateful!" her father followed.
She shook her head. She wanted to erase all of the pain and stupidity. She wanted to forget the fact that she was going to marry her own brother... The one she grew up with and the one she played with and spent time with.
She wanted to love him as her brother.
Not her lover.
Or husband.
"You are living in my house! Under my rules! My word is law and you shall obey!" their father howled violently. His voice shook the house. Juuri closed the vanity mirrors and crawled under her bed sheets.
And cried some more.
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"Father, if I may..." Rido began.
The fuming master turned. "What is it?"
Rido cleared his throat. "May I ask... Why is it that Haruka and Juuri--"
"Don't ask, you ungrateful bastard!" his father hissed. Rido frowned.
"I'm sorry father. I-"
"All I ask is for you all to obey me! That's all I ask!"
Mr. Kuran slammed his fist against the wall. "Do you hear that!?" he called up to his distraught children. "You do what I say!"
Rido winced in annoyance. "Father...please refrain from hollering about and causing such a...ruckus."
Mr. Kuran turned and faced his son. "A ruckus!? You think that your siblings, howling and whining about up there, is not considered a RUCKUS!?"
Rido shook his head. "I'm sorry father."
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Mrs. Kuran was busy writing a letter to another pure blood family. Some relatives that are quite distant. She, in her own way, is tired of putting up wither her husband's rage, and is trying to resolve the issue herself.
"Mother?" Juuri asked.
The older woman looked up.
"I apologize for...my immature reaction towards father's decision. If he-"
"Dear child, your father is a boiling cauldron of rage. Ask Rido, he is the messenger. Now leave me be."
Juuri lowered her head and slightly bowed and muttered an inaudible, "Yes."
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Haruka paged through his box of letters, searching for old courtship letters, sent to him from other pure blood girls, wishing to seek his hand in marriage. He considered that if he were to marry another pure blood, he wouldn't have to marry his own sister. Therefore, his problem would have been resolved.
"Haruka? Are you in there?"
He stuffed the parchments back into the box. "What is it, Juuri?"
The door was slightly creaked open, but she did not come in.
"I...I want to know what you think... About this..."
Haruka pushed the box aside.
"I don't want to talk about it," he replied as he stood up.
He walked towards the door and pushed his sister aside.
As the door closed in front of her, she caught a glimpse of her brother's bitter face and the red mark that lay there.
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