It Was All Arranged [R. Sakamaki]

Yui's First

The tall Sakamaki had been lounging on his favourite couch located in the entrance hall, earplugs plugged into his ears, his ocean eyes closed as he dozed off, the classical music pouring into his ears. A sly smirk spread across his lips as a shrill, blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the mansion.

Reiji had been in the middle of an experiment when he heard Athena's scream. Alarmed, he'd dropped everything and teleported to her studio where he found her kneeling in puddles of dried paint, clutching a large, pale canvas. He looked around her beloved room, every single canvas had been torn to shreds, her paint pots all emptied onto the thick, wood floor and her brushes, all of them, destroyed with scissors or snapped in half. She embraced her canvas tight, wailing as she rocked forward.

"What happened?" Reiji asked, his voice harsher than he'd intended as he looked at the mess he knew she hadn't created. "Athena..."

"Look!" Her voice cracked as she thrust the canvas towards him, hot tears rolling down her red cheeks, "She's gone, she's ruined." She was breathing unevenly as she stared up at Reiji who looked at her with sorrow.

"Darling..."

"My mummy," she whispered, wiping at her eyes as she sniffled. Reiji stayed where he was standing, staring at the white, faceless woman imprinted on the torn canvas. "Who would do this?"

"We'll find out," he said gently, "let me make you some tea, come on-"

"Tea won't fix this!" She hissed as he pulled her up by her elbows, "It's gone, my art, my..." her eyes widened, fingertips pressing against her lips as she stared at the remains of her charred and beaten canvas. "No," she whispered, "no, no, no, no, no." Reiji caught her as her knees wobbled and she fell forward.

"Athena-"

He was interrupted by a loud cry of agony leaving her lips. Her knees hit the floor as Reiji gently lowered her, her head falling back as her hands fell limp on the floor. Tears and snot mixed as they rolled down her face, her gasps were short, her chest rising and falling quickly as she did so.

Reiji knelt before her, his hands on his shoulders as he looked around the room, eyebrows furrowed. "What do you need me to do?" He whispered, watching as she cried. His chest ached as she wailed, causing his jaw to clench. Usually, he'd love to see people cry... but her. "Honey," he whispered, "just tell me what to do."

"I don't know," she cried out, head hanging low as she wiped at her face with the backs of her hands, "I don't know..."

"It'll be okay," he said, his hand landed upon her head, delicately stroking her unruly hair.

"My easel..." she mourned, "my brushes-"

"I know."

The limo was silent as they travelled to school. Athena sat forward, Teddy in her lap as she tenderly sewed his large head back on. Kanato sat beside her, large purple eyes trained on her swift hand movements as she worked quickly.

"So," Laito broke the silence, "I'm going to ask the question we're all thinking. What was that scream about?"

"If you cared so much you would have shown up," Athena retorted, her voice discordant as she finished up her sewing. She handed him to Kanato who thanked her with a grand smile.

"You're the best big sister," he'd said, causing her eyebrows to raise to her hairline.

"You look like shit," it was Shuu who'd said this, his bright eyes trained on Athena's face. She was pale, cheeks stained red and her eyes puffy and sore. Her hair had been brushed (by Reiji) but left down and her bow ties discarded as she simply hadn't bothered. She stared back at him as his lips stretched into a thin smirk, causing her eyebrows to furrow.