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- Jun 26, 2016
"There." An ice bag was tossed over the sofa. Onto a round pair of pillows. And some coconut oil was placed nearby as well. "Ugh.. Unbelievable."
They often said twins could feel each other's pain and joy. Well in that case, Arisa was glad that they weren't, she and Maya, given the ridiculous thing her silly sister had done. Or done to her? Well it was a little ambiguous. Countless times, she had told her not to trust that guy. Hooked in and tricked and taken advantage of. And ultimately had her pretty little tush… Well Arisa didn't want to think about it. Didn't want any images flashing through her mind. How her sister looked, or sounded for that matter, while the jerk claimed her from behind like that.
Her life, her body. No, that wasn't a valid argument. Not when they had the same last name, which was a respected one. And she intended to keep it that way. Felt awfully responsible to do so.
The shame her sister should have felt sat in her too. Seeing Maya lying facedown on the sofa with her bottoms rolled down, the only comfortable position for her right now, wasn't all that different to seeing herself like that. Yeah. She was angry with Maya for letting it happen. But that paled in comparison to her fury against that guy.
"Well.. That's not really-"
"What? Don't give me that look. How am I supposed to know what helps with that?" Arisa vented, rolling her eyes at her sister's bare bottom, where she'd put the ice bag earlier. Yea. She didn't bloody know how to treat a sore bum hole. Why would she? Though, she knew too well how to deal with perverted snobs.
"Watch your back, sis," Maya said as her sibling headed to the door. It earned her a stern glare from her older sister. "Hm. Yeah. Not the best mantra right now."
***
A sandal slammed the break, causing the SUV to skid into a screeching halt. Right outside the luxury house where her sis had left her dignity. The boot swung open with a mechanical hiss before she got out of the humming vehicle. Her short brown locks danced in the breeze. It made her ivory kimono cling to her body, defining a frame rounder than Maya's. More capable as well. Said figure walked to the back of the vehicle, gingerly pulling out a katana. During its arching motion in the air, moonlight bounced off the ornate sheath, reflecting the sparkling stars like a blessing that she would restore her honour.
Her head tilted back. She eyed the windows, knowing he would be watching. And trembling. And desperately trying to find a hole to run into and cower. "Kakurete mo muda.." Arisa muttered quietly, striding towards the gate. As graceful as her walk was, her sharp sword pierced the door violently. "Y-ah!" And a kick did the rest. Unlike Maya, she wasn't a very talkative woman. And she wasn't there to talk either. Sheathed again, her sword was held at her hip, slightly bobbing with her long steps once she entered.
They often said twins could feel each other's pain and joy. Well in that case, Arisa was glad that they weren't, she and Maya, given the ridiculous thing her silly sister had done. Or done to her? Well it was a little ambiguous. Countless times, she had told her not to trust that guy. Hooked in and tricked and taken advantage of. And ultimately had her pretty little tush… Well Arisa didn't want to think about it. Didn't want any images flashing through her mind. How her sister looked, or sounded for that matter, while the jerk claimed her from behind like that.
Her life, her body. No, that wasn't a valid argument. Not when they had the same last name, which was a respected one. And she intended to keep it that way. Felt awfully responsible to do so.
The shame her sister should have felt sat in her too. Seeing Maya lying facedown on the sofa with her bottoms rolled down, the only comfortable position for her right now, wasn't all that different to seeing herself like that. Yeah. She was angry with Maya for letting it happen. But that paled in comparison to her fury against that guy.
"Well.. That's not really-"
"What? Don't give me that look. How am I supposed to know what helps with that?" Arisa vented, rolling her eyes at her sister's bare bottom, where she'd put the ice bag earlier. Yea. She didn't bloody know how to treat a sore bum hole. Why would she? Though, she knew too well how to deal with perverted snobs.
"Watch your back, sis," Maya said as her sibling headed to the door. It earned her a stern glare from her older sister. "Hm. Yeah. Not the best mantra right now."
***
A sandal slammed the break, causing the SUV to skid into a screeching halt. Right outside the luxury house where her sis had left her dignity. The boot swung open with a mechanical hiss before she got out of the humming vehicle. Her short brown locks danced in the breeze. It made her ivory kimono cling to her body, defining a frame rounder than Maya's. More capable as well. Said figure walked to the back of the vehicle, gingerly pulling out a katana. During its arching motion in the air, moonlight bounced off the ornate sheath, reflecting the sparkling stars like a blessing that she would restore her honour.
Her head tilted back. She eyed the windows, knowing he would be watching. And trembling. And desperately trying to find a hole to run into and cower. "Kakurete mo muda.." Arisa muttered quietly, striding towards the gate. As graceful as her walk was, her sharp sword pierced the door violently. "Y-ah!" And a kick did the rest. Unlike Maya, she wasn't a very talkative woman. And she wasn't there to talk either. Sheathed again, her sword was held at her hip, slightly bobbing with her long steps once she entered.