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cosmic_book) wrote2014-01-02 10:01 pm
cosmic_book) wrote2014-01-02 10:01 pm
Traditional Upbringing
Kakyou heard a guard call out, "Stop!"
There was a loud clatter. A girl's voice called back, "You better not touch me."
The next sound Kakyou would hear would be the guard crying out in pain.
Kakyou blinked, eyebrows lifting in surprise. The guards were all well trained, his parents made sure of that. So how...? He moved towards the door cautiously, intending to see if he could get away with peeking out.
Two guards were on the ground bleeding. Three of them were holding back a young man with long red hair. The other was trying to hold back a furious teenage girl -- and getting scratched up in the process. There was no one paying enough attention to stop Kakyou from peeking out.
The redhead was getting quite a beating.
Kakyou's expression went from confused to dismayed to hard. The guards didn't listen to him. He backed away from the door and skittered to his attached bathing room. Not long after, a hard ceramic pitcher went flying out the door to smash against the head of one of the guards abusing the redhead.
Ayachan moved to tear herself from the distracted guard. She launched herself at one of the guards still holding her brother.
The guard that had been hit stumbled, blood sliding from where a shard of the pitcher had cut him. One of the others had seen where it came from and shouted in anger, distracted from the intruders. "Remain in your room!" Kakyou bit his lip and suppressed his own anger, trying to think of what else he could do. The scratched up man tried to recapture Aya-chan while the last guard attempted to fend her off without releasing her brother.
The bloody redhead shoved his elbow into the face of the guard who shouted and managed to take the man's sword. He punched the one Aya-chan had attacked with the hilt of the stolen sword. But the one who tried to grab his little sister, he stabbed. He looked terrified. It was understandable. The man he stabbed was a samurai. He, obviously, wasn't. He was as good as dead.
There was a loud clatter. A girl's voice called back, "You better not touch me."
The next sound Kakyou would hear would be the guard crying out in pain.
Kakyou blinked, eyebrows lifting in surprise. The guards were all well trained, his parents made sure of that. So how...? He moved towards the door cautiously, intending to see if he could get away with peeking out.
Two guards were on the ground bleeding. Three of them were holding back a young man with long red hair. The other was trying to hold back a furious teenage girl -- and getting scratched up in the process. There was no one paying enough attention to stop Kakyou from peeking out.
The redhead was getting quite a beating.
Kakyou's expression went from confused to dismayed to hard. The guards didn't listen to him. He backed away from the door and skittered to his attached bathing room. Not long after, a hard ceramic pitcher went flying out the door to smash against the head of one of the guards abusing the redhead.
Ayachan moved to tear herself from the distracted guard. She launched herself at one of the guards still holding her brother.
The guard that had been hit stumbled, blood sliding from where a shard of the pitcher had cut him. One of the others had seen where it came from and shouted in anger, distracted from the intruders. "Remain in your room!" Kakyou bit his lip and suppressed his own anger, trying to think of what else he could do. The scratched up man tried to recapture Aya-chan while the last guard attempted to fend her off without releasing her brother.
The bloody redhead shoved his elbow into the face of the guard who shouted and managed to take the man's sword. He punched the one Aya-chan had attacked with the hilt of the stolen sword. But the one who tried to grab his little sister, he stabbed. He looked terrified. It was understandable. The man he stabbed was a samurai. He, obviously, wasn't. He was as good as dead.