You know what would have been so cool? If I updated chapter 11 at 11:11 on 11-11-11. I wish I had realized that earlier. I totally would have updated sooner.
Oh yeah and BY THE WAY. There's kinda some slightly "mature" stuff in the end or whatever. So yeah… Lil bit of implication here and there. But nothing too… creative per say.
And I think there's more cursing than usual in this chapter. (I only got to reread and edit this thing once so I apologize if it's a bit rusty in places.
Romeo and Cinderella
Chapter 11: Would You Like a Side of F***ing with Your Ridiculous?
Saturday, December 24th, 1690; Day before Christmas, seven days till New Year's Eve. I could honestly care less about Christmas. I guess it meant a little more to the peasants that had next to nothing, but I already got whatever I wanted. And that whole Christmas, celebrating Jesus whatever thing didn't exactly turn me on either. Perhaps the story just isn't as hooking in a monotonous Latin voice, since that's all the church officials ever spoke in and was basically the reason I had to learn the language in the first place. But there was something magical that I felt whenever I thought of New Year's. It was as if that day could finally let me find peace or something stupid like that. I felt like such a loser. What did I have to be upset about? I had a big house. I had clothes on my back. I had food to eat. I didn't have very many friends but I had servants and that was good, too. I had a family, well, most of a family, and I think they loved me sometimes but they didn't really talk to me that much so I don't know. They gave me all these things but ever since Lily died they kind of ignored me. Actually, they did that when she was born as well. I understand that they were busy with the baby at first, but after her it was like I didn't exist anymore. They gave up on me. Lily had so much potential and charisma and I was the girl smiling in the background hoping that someone would look at me next and tell me how good I was and ask me how my day went. But I didn't feel any resentment. That's not constructive.
Then, of course, I had Len. We had a… unique relationship. Yes, let's call it that. I used him to hide from my feelings and he used me as his hoe. We were mutually giving. That's healthy, right?
I sighed and stood up from where I was sitting in the corner of my room. The sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky. Gazing down into the marketplace as I had done so many times before, I gasped at the sight of my favorite twin-tailed friend. I quickly got dressed and put on a cloak then checked the time—eleven o'clock—before rushing outside.
"Miku!" I called. As soon as she saw me she dropped all of her groceries onto the ground and rushed over to pull me into a tight hug.
"Rin!" she exclaimed. "I haven't seen you in ages."
Sure. We had only met each other a week ago, but we bonded quite deeply over the short time that we knew each other. I had never really had a friend aside from Luka before, and even then, Luka was more like a sister or a mother, family. Miku was kind, considerate, optimistic, everything I needed. I was glad to have someone like her close to me.
Miku pulled back and looked at me, beaming. "Rin…" she whispered, and then said more loudly, "How have you been?"
I didn't want to lie and say the times were good. "Pretty stressed actually," I sighed. "I've had a complicated week. But I'm glad to see you again!" See that? I can tell the truth when I want to… I just usually don't want to.
Miku frowned. "I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head no. "Now is not the time or place." But thanks for asking, I wanted to add. Most people didn't care that much.
"Oh yes of course. Well if you can't talk now, how about joining my family and me for dinner next week. We always celebrate the New Year with a big dinner and exchange of gifts. My culture celebrates the New Year kind of how you do Christmas. Merry Christmas Eve, by the way!"
I giggled. "You, too! And I would love to join you and your family for New Year's. Would it be alright for me to invite the rest my family as well? That is, if they don't already have plans."
"We would be honored if other members of the Kagamine household could attend," Miku said with a bow.
I gave her another smile and embrace. "Oh! Your groceries!" I yipped, looking behind Miku to find that they had already disappeared. "Looks like someone took them while we were talking."
Miku huffed. "I should really learn to keep up with my bags," she muttered.
"Hey, since you're here, would you like to come in for some tea. And I'll pay you back for those groceries. I surprised you and made you drop them, anyway."
"Oh, no. I have the money and I should really get—"
"Please?" I implored. "Just a cup of tea. I can get Luka right on it."
"Oh, alright," Miku renounced. "But I'm paying for my groceries."
"Not if I can help it," I sang.
Miku and I made our way back to my whale-sized living space (actually I had only seen pictures of whales, never in person) and I called on Luka to make the tea.
"Cream and sugar?" Luka asked. "I know Rin will say yes, but how about you, Miku?"
"Oh, no. I like my tea plain. Thank you for asking." Hard core.
Luka bowed as she backed away. "Of course."
As Luka retreated to boil the water, Miku and I turned our attention back toward each other.
"So why were you out getting groceries by yourself anyway? Shouldn't a servant be doing that work for you?"
"My parents have been working them so hard lately; I wanted to lift the weight off of their shoulders a bit," she explained. "And this way I can get more of the fruits and vegetables that I like," she added with a light heart.
"That's so considerate of you," I marveled. She was such a strange girl and, dare I say, selfless.
Luka then returned with a tray with two teacups and set it on the circular table between Miku and myself. "Be careful. It's still hot," she cautioned before returning to her kitchenly duties that adorned her weekends.
"So, Miku, how has your family life been going?"
She sighed, looking down into her teacup. "Honestly? It's going fine. I talk to my parents and my brother like normal, everyone seems happy, but something doesn't feel right. I told my parents about… what happened that night and they didn't say anything. They looked at me sadly for a moment then thought up excuses to leave the room. My brother was a little more sympathetic when I got around to mentioning it to him, but it wasn't like that helped much. I'm usually so close to my family, especially my mother. I guess I'm just a bit confused by it all."
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I wish I could help." I could imagine what Miku was going through; of course I couldn't compare it to any trust that had betrayed me. I had never trusted anyone enough that it could hurt me if they broke their promises.
Hadn't I?
"No, it's okay. The fact that you care is enough." Miku put on a small smile. "Thank you." Miku looked up on the walls for something then turned back to me. "Would you happen to have the time?"
I looked to my sides but, alas, found no clock. "No, but I do suppose it would be around time for you to leave."
"Yes, I do believe so. Thank you for having me over. It was nice."
"Indeed…" Miku and I stood up then looked at each other for a moment before she tackled me into an air-tight squeeze.
She finally let go and bid her final farewells. "See you next week!" She called over her shoulder before making her way out.
"See you then."
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My father decided that today would be a family dinner night. It was Christmas Eve and of course we should all eat together and enjoy the festivity. It was actually a tradition he had started after Lily was born. With her gone, I was ever so slightly surprised that he called this meeting at all, especially because his only perfect child had been shot in the face and now haunted the dreams of his other invisible daughter. Or perhaps she had just been hiding behind the other perfect Voice.
Luka summoned me from my room as soon as dinner was ready. She silently led me through the corridors to the dining area. Food was laid out all across the table, contrary to the usual servants bringing each piece out course by course. There appeared to be every type of animal known to man laying out dead on the table and drenched in homemade sauces and spice rubs. There was an assortment of carbohydrates as well, though it was hard to find them in the maze of meats. Merry freaking Christmas, people.
"Rin!" my father exclaimed. "How nice of you to join us. Would you care to have the honor or saying the prayer?"
I smiled at him briefly. "Oh, but I love hearing you say it, Father," I feigned. That and there was some very, very Latin prayer that I really, really didn't know and truly, truly didn't want to try to say.
"Oh, of course darling." It was like he was trying to buy back my love after ignoring me for God knows how many years. I tuned out the Latin babble of the background and tried to think happy thoughts. The future! I loved the future. I loved the idea that things could move on and that there was still hope. I loved change. I heard the magic words and used them as my cue to do that trinity cross thing at the end of prayer. (If you haven't noticed I wasn't exactly the best Catholic in the world, but don't let my family know that. They probably still thought I was an angel.)
I was finally able to sit down and start attacking the mounds of monster carcasses sprawled out on the table. Not that I really cared. There were plenty of small creatures out and about, terrorizing villages and eating chickens. As long as I didn't eat any dogs. Dogs were cool. You don't eat dogs. Or horses…
"What's your opinion on it, Rin?" my father asked me while I totally wasn't paying attention to the issue at hand.
"Hmm?" I mumbled, questioning the question.
"Getting together with the Shions for New Year's. It would be a great time for you two to bond, don't you think? Seeing as your fiancée fell ill our last meeting," Father suggested.
"Actually, I had alternate ideas for New Year's," I clarified. "A good friend of mine from the Hatsune household has invited our family for a New Year's dinner. I'm planning on attending," I stated, making sure he knew my intentions.
"Hatsune? That's a strange name. I've never heard of them."
"They moved here about a year ago," I explained. "In their culture New Year's is very festive, kind of like how most people celebrate Christmas over here." Except us, I added mentally.
"Hatsunes, huh? I don't know. We don't know them as a family so…"
"I'm going, Father," I asserted. "Miku Hatsune is a very close friend of mine. I told her I would be there and I am not one to break a promise."
"Then how have I not heard of her?" my father meddled.
I stood up in a bit of rage. "Maybe because she is a thousand times closer to me than you will ever be!" And with that I turned and stamped to the door. "I'll be in the Library," I said without turning back. "Don't disturb me… or I'll join my sister in Hell."
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Anger pumped through my bloodstream like a wild beast. It took all of my self-control not to set every book in sight on fire. Instead, I sat on one of the few comfortable pieces of furniture in the house and picked at my nails. There were all kinds of grime under there. How did I live with myself for the past hour? (Yes. I tend to pick at my nails on a regular basis. Don't judge.) After sitting there for at least twenty minutes and deciding nobody was going to come in and raid my privacy, I sought out a clock. It had to be at least seven thirty… make that eight. Where had the time gone? I sighed and retreated back to my comfortable couch. The moon was barely one-fourth visible. It appeared that the New Year would be accompanied by a new moon. I smiled to myself at the thought of all things anew again. I knew something would come of it. I didn't know what it was yet, may it be divine or evil, but at least it was something. It's not like things could get any worse. Who knew it would be so hard turning eighteen?
I heard the sound of something opening and closing. Irritation shot through me in a moment. Turns out I wasn't as calmed as I thought I was.
"If you're here to try to make me feel better, you'd best leave," I hissed without looking at the mystery visitor or where they came from.
"After I came all this way? Isn't that a bit harsh, babe?"
The irritation was replaced with alarm. "Len!" I yelped. "How did you know I was in here?" I continued more skeptically.
"Lucky guess," he claimed, leaping over the back of my couch to sit next to me. "Did you miss me?" he asked, placing his arms possessively around my waist and kissing my cheek.
"I was occupied," I held.
"Ooh. You sound upset. Would you like to discuss it? I know you lovely ladies enjoy talking about your feelings. What do you feel?" What was he, my therapist?
"I feel… like punching someone… in the face."
"How very lady-like of you. Why is that?"
"Because my mom doesn't care, my sister is dead, and my father is an asshole."
"What happened?"
"I was ignored for the past seven years of my life—when my sister was born—then she was shot in the face and never heard of again. I feel like it's my fault because I'm a stupid invisible teenager and it's always my fault and the more I think about it the more resentment I feel."
"Why do you feel resentment?"
"Huh." We were going to be here all night. "Let me think of where to start. Other than the whole parents and loved ones disregarding me thing, I loved my sister with everything. I gave her anything I could give her. She always had a smile on her face and was such a promising child. She was going to do big things when she grew up. Every man would love her, every jewel would adorn her, she'd become royalty somewhere. Then what does she do? She goes out and gets shot. She gets shot on her birthday. Her motherfucking birthday. You know what that does to your day? Ruins it. Ruins your year. Ruins your life. Tell me, who has the right to go out and take something from me and ruin everything? Who? Can you think of anyone? No? I didn't think so."
Len appeared pensive for a moment before asking me, "Are you done?"
"Do I need to be?"
"Only if you think so."
"… Yeah I'm done."
Another pause went by. I looked at Len and saw he wasn't facing me. "Is there something I could do that would make you feel better?" He asked as his eyes stayed lost in the stars out the window
I smirked on the inside. "Anything you do is going to make me feel better." Just maybe not in the sense that he meant with that sentence in particular.
He smirked on the outside as he turned back to me and gently pushed the hair out of my face, slowly closing the space between us. I closed my eyes and felt our lips touch. Next thing I knew, we were on the floor, both sitting up and me straddling Len's thigh. Goodbye comfortable couch. I will miss your fluffy back support so.
The kiss lasted longer than usual, so long that I got lost in it for a while until I felt myself tense at the thought of a certain note left by a certain someone just this morning. "You're mine tonight," it had said. Ho, wait a second, there. Did that mean…?
Wow. I was more naïve than I gave myself credit for. Talk about never left the house before. Who's a shallow moron? This girl right here.
"Why so stiff, love?" Len whispered. "Don't tell me Daddy's little girl is nervous about her first time."
Was it that obvious?
"Don't worry, babe. I'll walk you through it." For some reason, that didn't make me feel better at all. "First, we go like this." Len forced me onto my back and leaned over me face to face. "Then I kiss you 'til you choke." He kissed me venomously for a moment then pulled back. "And the rest will fall into place."
Len came down on me again and all I could comprehend was the want—no, rather—the need to stay close to him. I wanted him to crush me. I tried with every ounce of my being to cling to him. Stupid clothes. You're getting in the way. Well, it appeared Len was having the same thoughts for he got up for a moment and I saw his loosely fitted shirt fly to the ground behind him before he returned to molesting my mouth. I think that was the first time I saw him shirtless, and I found myself trying to stare through Len's face at the killer hot abs that lie just out of my sight. Just a second later I felt laces being unstrung followed by the relief of pressure previously caused by the unruly device known as a corset. I didn't even realize I had one of those on… though I do suppose I was in a bit of a rush in the morning. For all I knew I could be wearing a polka-dot skirt and chartreuse underwear.
So things are getting a bit heavy and all I could think about was how bad I wanted to touch Len's abs. (Okay, so I may have a bit of a thing for sexy stomachs. Sue me.) I mean, they were right there. I could freaking lick them if my tongue weren't previously occupied. It was as if Len could sense my distraction as he pulled away again.
"See something you like?" he teased.
"You read me like a book." Forget sleeping together. Looking at Len's body was orgasmic in itself.
Len set himself down to my level, embracing me. "Are you ready?" he whispered.
Hell no. "Uh-huh."
He chuckled in my ear. "Good. I'd hate to be charged with rape."
Wow. How romantic.
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Author's Note: I named the chapter before I wrote a word of it. xD Btw excuse my French.
So I have a few of my new favorite lines in this chapter. Can you guess what they are? XDXD But really. I kinda got plot done in this chapter! Aren't you so proud? Lawlz. I though the little scene at the end there would be a little longer but I took out some lines that I was originally going to have in there and am moving them to something else and all that fascinating writer stuff.
I've been suffering from a pretty awesome (as if awful) case of vertigo all week so I apologize for being a bit late seeing as I can barely see straight even now so…. Meh. At least I'm not nauseous or anything. That would really suck. But anyway. I'm pretty much missing over half a week of school and 7 billion tests so I'm not exactly the happiest person in the world. But you know what would make me happy? REVIEWZZ! I'll aim for 85 this time since I like nice, round numbers like that.
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