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[Aster]

a short one-shot on the fukami siblings finding out about the Usagi's decree​

 

[Aster]

When word reached Kisara Fukami that she was to be wed, interest was piqued but only to a certain degree. The fair princess of the clan was of marriagable age after all, and it was about time she was engaged to strengthen ties within the clan. The shift of power would be evident and there were many eyeing her hand. Although, like the other three Fukami royals (her brothers), Kisara had kept up a good iron wall between her and those eyeing for a seat in power, never would she thought her status and life would fall into such a low for the Usagi to assign her marriage partner to be a dreaded Ashuran.

An Ashuran.

Word was kept hushed for clear reason but it was only a matter of time until word got out.

Though she sat infront of her father, fists in lap, trembling to keep herself from crumbling, she displayed a rare lack of grace when she abruptly excused herself to her room where she proceeded to lock herself for the following few hours.

An Ashuran.

An Ashuran!

She'd be the laughing stock of the clan. The eldest daughter of the Fukami clan... married to a barbarian! How could her father do this to her? No, how could the gods do this to her? Perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way if only she had wed sooner---but there had been none she met worthy of her hand.

The tears welled up in her eyes as she clutched the blankets upon her bed to her face. She was ruined. Her honor would be smeared across the ground, dragged like decay upon the wheels of a moving carriage. The Wilted Flower is what they'd call her.

Gods, and for all she's worked for... just to be the head of the clan.

She supposed it really was a dream too far out of her reach.

Quark

 

[Quark]

Not long after Kisara had gotten the news, there was a visitor to Fukami Takehiko and Yoshirou's residence. Usually it would be Takehiko sitting at the head table, but currently it was their father. Yoshirou had one hand on the table, tensely clenched into a fist; it wasn't usual for the busy Clan Head to visit them.

Hearing their father speak about Takehiko's arranged marriage, the younger brother's eyes widened, and he took a glance towards Takehiko. There was the same flash of surprise on Takehiko's face, before it relaxed into an understanding smile. Yoshirou felt his stomach sinking, it was just as his brother had predicted.

"I understand, Father," Takehiko replied, deceptively casual and light in tone. "And what of the other chosen Fukami ?"

"The Usagi had chosen Kisara," the man replied with a sigh. Takehiko's eyes furrowed.

"...You've given approval for it?"

"Given the circumstances that we will be facing," his father continued calmly, "Yes. I believe you wouldn't take Usagi's choices lightly either, would you, Takehiko?"

Takehiko shook his head. "You're right. I wouldn't... Though Father, I'm sure you would also know what it means if Kisara is marrying out of the family."

It was very uncommon, but everyone in the Fukami royal family knew the customs if one was to marry out of the family.

... ...

Perhaps about 30 minutes later, there was shift of footsteps and a gentle knock on the frame of the door.

"Princess Kisara," it was the soft voice from one of the servants working in the residence. "Prince Takehiko has requested to see you... shall I, send him away?"

The last phrase had a linger of worry, as the princess had been shut in the room for a while, obviously upset.

Aster

 

[Aster]

Kisara took little joy in knowing that she was not the only one to suffer the cruel fate beset by the gods. Though she wished to see no one, the fact that Takehiko was in this too, possibly as crushed as she was, made her want to give some ounce of moral support to her brother. In a quiet voice, she ordered her maid to let Takehiko in and the maid, fortunately had enough sense to leave them alone as she had when Kisara had locked herself in hours prior.

Upon stepping into her room, Kisara had moved into a familiar posture, one once repeated in the past with affection, now done in desperation. With her face buried into her brother's chest and her arms around him for support, she refused to raise her face, puffy and ugly from the hours of silent weeping.

When she thought there had been no more tears left to cry, just having Takehiko here with her brought out a fresh bout of tears, but Kisara was a silent crier. She made no sound and the only indication of her misery was the slight trembling in her shoulders and the increasing wetness upon her brother's haori.

"It's not fair..."

Quark