Chapter Seven: Dangerous Changes

We are gonna focus on Felt today! On to the chapter!

Felt was boiling, fury rigged to blow as she registered the horrors Subaru had been subjected to. He had been forced into acting as a sexual outlet to ensure he wasn't harmed severely. He became a sex slave for his survival. She felt every part of her body burn as she spat liquid poison at the news. "Scratch what I said earlier. That bitch is dust if she ever fucking thinks of big bro ever again."

Everyone could feel the malicious intent with every word, Reinhard was sweating buckets as he watched his lady express a surplus of hatred at the archbishop. He bore his own hatred, albeit inexperienced in expression due to his usual stoicism. Emilia felt tears stream down her face as she gave Subaru a look of heartbreak. Felt looked at the other candidates present. Crush had an unreadable expression, Priscilla had snapped her fan in half, and Anastasia had a grim expression on her face. She could only guess that they weren't fans of rape either. Crush silently got up and moved behind her line of sight.

She felt a hand on her shoulder as she looked at the source. She was surprised to see Crush of all things, she felt emotions flow through her that she hadn't dared to let out. A strong, seething hatred for everyone but Subaru began to grow inside of her. I started small as it slowly grew into a murderous hatred for them all, it made so much sense to her. It was their fault for letting him go without a fight, not just the archbishop.

It had to be right? She heard whispers that confirmed her thoughts as parts of her mind began to shift. She wanted big bro to be safe, she needed it. It had to be under her care, with nothing to do but be with her. The thoughts of him simply being alongside her seemed to overtake her thought process. She felt a large amount of hatred boil at her new nemesis. Emilia was no longer a friend, just a thief trying to steal her big bro away from her. Reinhard had told her that he initially planned to take Subaru with him after the loothouse, but Emilia had insisted and had taken him instead. That memory made her blood boil, another reason for her to want the half-whore dead.

Crush tightened her grip on the girl's shoulder as her hatred doubled, other things began to boil inside of her. She needed everyone that wasn't her big bro dead, but he would hate her if she did that. She needed a way to convince him. She began to realise the grip on her shoulder as she shook it off, Crush gave her a look of sympathy. Felt ignored it and started to move towards Subaru, she had an idea on how to convince him, something he wouldn't be able to stop. He seemed to have become dependent on her company during his time alone. Her plan was simple, change the target of that dependence. It wasn't all that difficult either, they bot looked almost the same. She simply needed to trigger it and he would slowly become more attached to her with every passing second.

She moved in front of the boy and enacted her plan, hugging him as she buried her head into his chest. She'd simply give him comfort to butter him up, then she'd use her similarities to help him with his other needs. A sudden jolt of frustration hit her. She felt like she'd been hit with a rock as that last thought came out, what the hell was wrong with her? Her hug started to shift into one of reluctance as she started to feel like a monster, who wouldn't if they thought like that?

Subaru saw her reluctance. She must have felt really bad for him about the things Capella had done to him. He patted her head to comfort her, unintentionally changing her forever as the thoughts began to pour back into her head. The headpat was supposed to have been a sign for support, instead she felt something different. Love was what she felt, it had to be love. She tightened her grip on him, no one was ever taking him away from her again. Screw being morally just, the manipulation plan was back on. He would thank her when she killed off all of these leeches that latched onto him for their own selfish desires.

She nuzzled into his chest to show these tramps their place, she was not letting her big bro get stolen by any of them. Subaru was a bit hesitant to continue the hug, disconnecting from her as his nerves were acting up from her resemblance to Capella. He heard her whine but chose not to notice.

The mood in the room began to grow awkward as most of them stared at Felt's bold actions. Embarrassed, Subaru decided to head out of the room. The room was in silence, no one had expected any of that. Crush decided to break the silence that had formed. "I will support your efforts to keep him safe from the archbishop Emilia-sama."

The words of support cut through the tension with ease as the others vouched in their support as well, Felt only doing so to enact her plan. She left the room once they got all that boring crap out of the way. Reinhard was silent as they walked back. Felt was deep in her thoughts. If she wanted Subaru to become dependent on her, she would need to look the part to. A skimpy outfit to grab his attention, to make tempting him easier for her. Her mind drifted to the symbol on his chest, her initial anger had shifted to envy as her impression of the symbols meaning had changed. She needed something to match it, a true pledge of love that would force his attention onto her and her alone.

Concerned, Reinhard placed a hand on her shoulder. She swatted it away, she didn't need comfort when her prized big bro was within reach. She simply needed a skimpy outfit and that pledge. Felt finally reached the quest room they had been shown when they had arrived. "Rein. Get me something really skimpy to wear, I wanna use my looks to help big bro get over her."

The sudden request had thrown the knight off guard as he looked at his lady. He wanted to declare his doubts but knew she wouldn't listen. Reinhard gave a nod of his head and left. Felt opened her door and checked the halls outside before she entered. She looked for something solid to bite down on, she didn't have any magic blood so she would have to do it with a knife instead. She found a candle sitting on a nearby desk as she pulled out her knife from its sheath on her back. She placed the candle in her mouth and bit down as she aimed the knifepoint at her left upper bicep.

She slowly dragged the edge across her flesh as agony tore at her mind as the blade ripped into her flesh with every swipe she made. She had decided that carving her nickname for him into the entirety of her left arm would be a suitable pledge for him. She kept digging into her arm for what felt like hours as she focussed solely on her work, ignoring any and all possible distractions. As she finished the last of the carvings on her arm, she spat out the now powdered candle as she smiled at her work. It was hard to see under all that blood, but she saw the name embedded into her skin all along her arm repeatedly. She giggled through the incredible amounts of pain as she marvelled at her masterpiece.

She heard a gasp behind her as she turned around to see Reinhard. He was white as a sheet as he stared at her arm in horror, the bloody crimson coating the appendage was mortifying to him. She looked at what he was carrying, it was a slightly different version of her copies outfit with some changes in colour. The black remained the same while the purple had changed to a deep navy. It was perfect for her plan. She got up and walked over to him, dropping the bloody knife as he stared on in horror at her injuries. She snatched the outfit from him as she gave him a look of joy. "Thanks Rein! Big bro will be easy to coerce with this on!"

She was too ecstatic to notice that she had just laid out part of her plan to him. He attempted to talk but was promptly interrupted. "Rein! I'm gonna go and pay big bro a visit! Do what you want while I'm gone okay!" She strolled to the door but was grabbed as her arm was healed against her will. She tried to pry herself from his grip but couldn't. Reinhard frowned as he realised that this would scar, permanently. After healing her wounds, he slowly grabbed the top of her arm and dragged his hand alongside the arm to drag all of the blood off. The more of her arm that he saw, the more horrified he became. Was this an obsession he had simply never noticed? Had he simply not paid enough attention? He felt guilt as he looked upon her arm.

Felt broke out of his grip and carried on, grabbing some cloth to cover her symbol. It would be her little surprise for him. She strolled down the halls with the outfit in hand, she had changed, and she was sure that it was for the better. It was time to help her big bro…

Yep, cliffhanger. I know its a lot shorter but that's what lack of time does to you. Enjoy and see you Later!