Takumi/Femui

	Drip. Drip. Drip. Water rhythmically dripped from the leaky pipe next to my head, which was rested against a wall of smoothed stones. It was comforting. I sank deeper into the lukewarm bathwater and let all the stress release from my sore muscles.

	Drip. Drip. Drip. Disgusting. The way she was unanimously welcomed with open arms. The way mother had fawned over her. The way she was greeted with love and adoration like she was a saint who had rose from the grave. Repulsive. It made my blood boil. This person who should not exist, why did she have to show up on our doorstep now of all times?

	Drip. Drip. Drip. Why does she deserve to be praised? No, really. What the fuck has she done to earn done to earn the mountains of support that she has been given? A sour taste started building in the back of my throat. Hah, just thinking about her gives me a physical reaction.

	Drip. Drip. Drip. Today during training was... particularly bad. "Wow Kamui-sama! Who knew you were naturally so skilled at Archery? You could even surpass Takumi-sama if you put your mind to it!" Sure. All of my years of sweat and hard work are so trivial that one could master it in a day right? Gods. Taking another human being's life is something that I have always struggled with, but I would shoot her down in a split second without any hesitation.

	The worst part was how my heart had started to betray me. When she was frustrated, the corners of her mouth would fold into a frown and she would make a cute little 'hmph' sound like an upset child. Everytime she blinked, her long eyelashes would flutter against her brow. Sometimes when she was walking outside on a sunny day, sunlight would reflect off of her translucent curls at just the right angle, making it look like a shimmering river every time the breeze blew.

	I paid too much attention to her. How could I not? I didn't consciously choose to burn an image in my mind of the way her hips slightly sway as she walks. Its not my choice that my chest to starts to swell when smiles in my direction. Only in my direction, never directly at me. Of course the reason for that one was actually my choice. I am extremely cold to her. This is something that I am completely aware of, but I would rather stand unarmed at hell's gates then show her any kindness.

	Goosebumps started to spread on my shoulders when my body realized that the water was the same temperature as they chilly evening air. The moon was already high, casting an ambient glow across the land. Tonight it was a crescent moon. I guess I spent too long in my thoughts to realize how late it was getting. Kamui will just have to deal with it. I quickly dressed into the robe that was already laid out for me and combed my damp hair to one side. Her room was just a couple steps around the corner.

	The door was slightly ajar. I could just barely see her sitting on the tatami mat floor with a mountain of books and assorted papers scattered about. I softly knocked and cleared my throat before speaking. "Kamui-san, It's your turn to use the bath." Before I could turn to escape back to my own bedroom, the door quietly slid open. She slipped her hand through and grasped mine, stopping me in my tracks.

	"Wait," she whispered. Her hand was warm around mine. I peeked down over my shoulder only to be met by a pair of worn maroon eyes. They were framed by dark, sunken in bruises. She was wearing an off white gown that just barely brushed the top of her knees. Her hair was wild. It jutted out in every direction unlike the usual neat style she wore. Whatever Kamui was doing previously with all of those books, had clearly exhausted her. She hesitated before speaking.

	"I need to talk to you. Its important. Just give me maybe five minutes of your time then you can go." I scoffed and replied, "Okay fine. What? What do you need to tell me?" My hair was starting to drip water onto the wooden hallway floor. I really needed to go dry it. "N-No in here. I need to talk to you privately. Come in here for a second." Just the tone of her voice already started to annoy me. "Why can't you just tell me right here? There is nobody around to hear anyways."  She rolled her eyes, "Ugh. You aren't going to listen to me are you?"

	She groaned and yanked me into her room with all her might, making me lose my balance and almost fall. The door slammed shut behind me and she backed me up against it. Funny, how this girl almost a foot shorter than me was currently trying her damndest to intimidate me. An orange glow flickered against her cheeks from a group of candles lit across the room. I closed my eyes and crossed my arms, waiting to hear whatever nonsense she had to spill to me.

	"Hurry up. I need to go to sleep." "I-I'm getting to it! Just... sorry." She took a deep breath,"Why don't you like me?" My expression softened a bit. That question got my attention, but of course I can't let her know that. "I just don't. Now let me out of here," I said sternly. "That's not a good enough answer! Seriously, why don't you like me?" "Do I really need to explain my reasoning? You irritate me, like you are doing right now." Her brows furrowed deep into her eyes. I attempted to leave the room again but she slammed her hand next to my head on the wall, blocking the exit.

	"I'm not letting you leave this room until you give me a real answer. Now I'm going to ask you again, why don't you like me? Why can't you accept me like everyone else," Kamui demanded. She had that cute little frown on her face. Ugh. Don't compare me to everyone else, you scum. My throat started to tighten up uncomfortably. She continued, "Ryouma-san, Hinoka-san, Sakura-chan... Mikoto-san. Everyone else has accepted me despite what I am. You are the last one. You don't even have to like me! Just...  you are my family as well, and I want you to let me be a part of that."

	The way she was currently looking at me, so hopeful and expectedly, I wanted to spit right in her face. I had a card I could pull that would shut her the hell up, despite being cruel to say out loud. I did it anyways. "I will NEVER accept somebody who comes to MY kingdom, pretending to MY family, only to murder the only mother I've ever had. Yet the others still take you in? They still show you mercy, adoration even, after you have done nothing but destroy everything I care about? I would rather hang myself than EVER consider you family."

	Kamui started sniffling and her nose turned a bright rose. She was crying, and it gave me a smug sort of satisfaction. I'm an asshole. I know that. But she deserves to be treated like the filth she is. I could feel my teeth grinding violently in my mouth. I'm going to do something stupid. I need to leave this room before I end up hitting her and pissing off everyone else. She stomped her feet and shoved her hands against my chest.

	"You! You are awful! What is wrong with you! You're just standing there with that smug look on your face while making somebody cry. You are a disgusting person. How can you have absolutely no empathy at all? Are you a sociopath? Using Mikoto-san's death just to make me feel bad... You don't even care about her do you?" That was it. I exploded. I can't even begin to explain to you how enraged I felt exactly in that moment. It all came out, all of the emotions I have been bottling this whole time. The anger, the despair, the frustration, the jealousy... into a white hot rage that scorched through my veins.

	This part in my memory starts to get fuzzy. I remember my actions and I remember her but... I didn't have any coherent thoughts running through my head. She didn't protest. She didn't resist when I threw her to the ground and left bruises on her limbs. She didn't say a word when I climbed on top of her and held her legs down with my own. I had one mission clear in my head. To defile her. I needed her to feel the same worthlessness and vulnerability that has been building in my brain. She needed to know what it was like to feel violated and exposed like she had made me feel.

	Hate burned deep in my bones. Seeing her finally break and all her confidence dissolve under my hands, it just made me even harder. Little details kept breaking through the fiery haze in my mind. How soft her breasts felt underneath my palms. The way her tear-streaked face glistened in the candle light. She smelled delicious, and her skin tasted even sweeter. I was undeniably attracted to her and that made me hate her even more.

	This isn't at all how I imagined it would be, having sex with her. All of the nights I tossed and turned in bed red faced and fantasizing the way she would moan my name. I never thought it would be replaced with her sobbing stop, over and over again in a broken voice. Please, stop. Why, Takumi? Why? Why? Why? The voice in my back head had started to snake its way into my thoughts. ...You just wanted her to love you.... You just wanted her to accept you.... You wanted her to notice you and tell you that you aren't worthless, that is what you really wanted.... So why are you hurting her? She will never trust you again.

	It hurt, when I forced myself into her. She was extremely tight and kept pushing me out, like I was putting something where it didn't belong. She cried out in pain as I squeezed myself deeper and deeper inside of her. Every time she whimpered it tightened down on my throbbing erection even more. The feeling of her warmth enveloped around me... It melted away my resentment. It turned my hate for her, as well as my mind, into butter as I thrusted my self harder into her. In this moment, that pleasure was all that I had. It was all I could hold onto after throwing my rationale off a bridge.

	My head was pounding so hard that it shook my vision. What... Was I doing? Suddenly every time she would cry out and struggle against my force it felt like being stabbed deep in the heart. The way she shook when I sunk my fingers into her hips... The way her eyes were twisted shut in pain... It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. She gently raised her arms to wrap them around my neck and bring my head close to hers

	"Ta...kumi...," she whispered in my ear between labored breaths, "I... I'm so sorry... I don't know what I did to make you do this... but I'm sorry." Her words were an icy dagger straight into my core. It was so wrong. This was all so wrong. Dread started to rise up from my stomach like vomit. I was in the middle of violating her body and she was apologizing to me? She held me tighter. "I just wanted you to accept me as a sister... I'm sorry... for everything."

	I tried to choke back the tears that were rapidly building in my eyes. But I couldn't, and they spilled all over my face, dripping down onto her bare chest. Why was I still going? Why was I still pumping myself into her with so much force it shook the objects around us? I still can't tell you why. Rational thoughts were long discarded at this point. She gripped me tight and gently stroked head as I finished. That feeling building from before was now an indistinguishable mess of regret, pain, and pleasure.

	It felt so good to release everything built up into her that I shivered as I climaxed. "Nee-san." I couldn't stop myself from crying out. "Nee-san... Nee-san... Nee-san..." I wanted to taste those words in my mouth over and over again. Pathetic. I was a pathetic sobbing mess. Right now I was lower than the all of the human scum in the world. She gently smoothed my hair as I continued to cry into her chest. I was dead inside. As soon as I get the courage to leave her arms I was going to go kill myself. But she never stopped. She continued to silently embrace me.

	I finally mustered up the strength to break the thickness in the air. "W-Why... Why did you let me do that to you? Why didn't you stop me," I croaked. A shaky breath escaped her lips, "I honestly don't know but... I thought maybe it would be the right thing. To just let you have your way." Another dagger to the heart. I glanced at her, expecting to see the worst, but she was completely relaxed, aside from the dark splotches starting to appear on her neck from where I grabbed her, her face was just as elegant as ever. I bit my lip, not wanting her to see the horrified emotions flickering on my own. "It's okay. It's okay." She murmured repeatedly. She was holding me in such a tender way... It was like a mother comforting her child.  "I just want you to be happy, I want us all to be happy and be together because we are family."

	My conscious was eating me alive. "How can you ever forgive me? How will we be able to move on from this," I asked. More importantly, how will I be able to move on from this? "I'm not sure but... There's no reason to dwell on it, it will just keep fueling this pain you and I are feeling. The best thing we can do is focus on the future and work on accepting each other" She was right. The fact that this woman, no, the fact that my sister, is sitting here comforting me of all people... and still willing to open her heart for my sake is a kindness I have never been shown before.

	I ended up telling her everything. All of my insecurities and the doubt that has plagued my mind for as long as I can remember. I spilled my soul. I told her about the jealousy I felt for her and many other people, and the hatred that burned in my veins. I told her about the nightmares I had when my mother was ripped from my life, so terrifying I would drift in and out of reality in a puddle of my own sweat.

	I also told her about the things I found beautiful. Like the sight of newborn fawns clumsily stumbling along behind their mother that I had saw one day while hunting. I told her about a sparkling meadow filled with flowers of every shade that could be found with a few hours trek into the forest, if you listened hard enough you could even hear a babbling brook in the distance. I told her everything... until my voice became hoarse and I drifted to sleep right there in her arms.