Chapter Thirteen

I felt the presence of someone. It was unrecognizable. I wasn't quite sure who it was, but I knew who it was.
I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry.
"How're you feeling?"
-Miss Violet, are you hurt? Did I hurt you? -
Violet, come on, speak to me!
"Too many questions!" I groaned.
"Chill you two; give my baby sister some time."
That voice! My eyes widened. "R-Raimon?!"
"Long time no see, baby sis." He handed me my glasses.
"Eleven years!" I hit him on the head. "For eleven I didn't get a call or a letter or a visit from my own big brother! Why are you so thoughtless!!!!!??"I hugged him.
"Well, I guess I did deserve that, but it was only to keep you safe from Rocket." He sighed and hugged me back.
I sighed. "You're so mean!"
"Ah, sibling love, beautiful thing, isn't it?"
I threw a pillow at Flint's face. "Shut up, Flint." I laughed.
He shrugged. "Glad to see you're awake."
"You finally woke up! Hungry?" Aaron came in carrying a tray with several of my favorite foods.
"Sure am!" I smiled. He set the tray on my lap and sat down on my bed. I began eating. "Gee, I feel starved, like I haven't eaten for days!"
Aaron looked at Raimon. "Should we tell her?"
Raimon shook his head. "Not right now. She just woke up. If we do tell her, then she could slip back…"
"What are you talking about?" I swallowed a big mouthful. "Quit trying to protect me, Raimon! I'm not that little girl you used to protect all the time!" Of course I was angry! I may be younger than him, but he doesn't have to keep me in the dark about everything! I glared at him. "AUGH! Raimon! What the hell's going on?!"
He closed his eyes. "I know Violet. You've grown. I can't protect you from everything, but this is a big matter. It will affect you the most. I don't want to see you in pain."
I clenched my fists. "You're so annoying! Why did you decide to show up anyways?! When you leave again I'll just miss you more! Dad and I were doing perfectly fine until you showed up!" I gasped. "Dad…" I whispered. Images and feelings from Veilstone came back to me. I trembled. "They…took…him…away…"
"So you remember, then." Raimon crossed his arms. "Boys, how about a distraction?"
"I'm not going to stay here in bed! I'm going to go look for him!" I got out of bed.
"You're hilarious. You think you're just going to march outside and start looking for our father, do you?" Raimon grabbed me by my shirt.
"Those are my intentions." I scowled.
Raimon grinned. "Don't you think that'll be a little hard without your psychic powers?"
I froze. "What're you talking about?" I looked at him.
"Exactly what I mean." He continued to smile that Cheshire cat grin of his.
I shook my head. "You didn't!" I groaned.
"Oh but I most certainly did." Aaron and Flint were advancing towards me in a predatory manner.
"Damn!" I hissed.

~Ten Minutes Later~

"This is not funny!" I yelled again as Cynthia, Bertha and Lance came into the Library.
The three of them snickered. "You like our work?"
Cynthia and Lance burst out laughing. Some champions they turned out to be. Bertha gave me an apologetic glance.
Cynthia clapped her hands. "I got to get a picture of this!"
"Nice." Lance chuckled.
I continued to pout.
Raimon laughed. "Y'know Vi, that look just makes you freaking adorable!"
I clenched my teeth. "Ha ha ha. Very funny. How long have you been planning on this, you pervert!"
"I thought of it right on the spot." He grinned. "I am glad to say this is my best work ever."
"Indeed it is, Raimon. You are the king." Flint laughed.
I narrowed my eyes. "Are you done yet? I would very much like to get out of this hideous thing."
Cynthia smirked. "Actually, it's better if we leave you there. Then we won't have to worry about an escaping criminal."
"Criminal?!" I scoffed. "You are unbelievable!"

~FLASHBACK~

Raimon blocked my psychic powers and Flint and Aaron held me down while Raimon slipped me into a dress over my clothes. "RAIMON DANIEL BRONZE!" I screeched. "What is the meaning of this?!"
"Okay guys, let's take her to the Library." Raimon continued to block my only escape: my psychic powers.
"Rani! Pummel him! Now!" I growled.
Rani made a snickering sound. I don't think so. That dress suits you. Besides, it's not like they're committing murder.
"They're murdering my pride! Blade!" I looked at him.
He gave me an apologetic glance. –I'm afraid Master Raimon has instructed me not to aid you. I know you're not in danger. They wouldn't dream of harming you. -
I can't believe this! Some bodyguards they are! "RAI-MON! I'm going to kill you and then bury you and then dig you up, chop you up, bury you again and dig you up, put you through hell and kill you again!"
"She's mad, isn't she?" Flint snickered as he and Aaron set me down in a very fancy-looking chair in the Library.
Aaron sweat dropped. "She's going to murder us when she gets free."
"Of course I am going to MURDER you!" I yelled. Raimon began to wrap rope around me and the chair.
"This'll hold you." He chuckled.
I glared at them. They love torturing me, don't they? I couldn't move at all.
"Raimon, is this what you wanted?" Aaron came back with a bunch of costume accessories. Princess costume accessories.
"HELL NO! Raimon, what're you doing?! Don't you dare put any of those things on me! It's bad enough wearing this damn dress, and now accessories?! RAIMON. YOU. ARE. SO. DEAD!" I snarled at him.
"Flint, could you do her hair?" He calmly and smugly looked at me.
"Flint, you touch my hair at all, even one strand, you won't live to see your next battle!" I snarled.
He ignored me and began to work on my hair. "Your hair is really long and straight. Hey Raimon, should we cut it?"
My eyes went wide. "DON'T YOU DARE THINK OF CUTTING MY HAIR." "Nah, let's curl it. I think Cynthia has a curling iron somewhere." Raimon patted my head. "Don't worry, your hair will stay long, after all, a pretty princess needs to have long hair." He smirked.
"I hate you." I smiled brightly. "When this is over, you will have a date with a coffin, a pile of dirt and a hole." I smiled sweetly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. A cute princess does not have violent thoughts about her favorite older brother." Raimon continued to put jewelry on me like Christmas decorations go on Christmas trees.
I bit my lip in anger. "I'm not a princess!" I hissed.
"Then why do you live in a castle, hmm?" He smirked.
I gave up. I couldn't take on three teenage boys all on my own.

~One Hour Later~

"TA-DA! Well guys? What do you think?" Raimon smiled.
"We outdid ourselves." Flint smirked.
"Violet, you look adorable!" Aaron laughed.
I sat there, since it was the only thing I could do. My hair was curled. There was a tiara on top of my head. Necklaces were hung from my neck. I was wearing a princessy-style dress and I had make-up on my face. "You three are idiots! I can't wait to get my hands on you and kill you!"
"Perfect! It certainly matches her." Raimon looked at me.
I just death glared them. Maybe Cynthia will help me get free, hopefully.

~END FLASHBACK~

Apparently Cynthia was going to be of no help whatsoever. She was busy taking pictures of me and laughing.
I sighed. Is this going to end?