Bruised and Broken (An Ouran High School Fanfiction)

Pigtails, Dresses, and Motorcycles

A young girl adjusts the soft pink bow in her blonde hair that was partly pulled back. She quickly runs a brush through her hair, causing her curls to settle down some. She looked at the mirror with her big apple green eyes, staring at her reflection.

"Marionette!" a raspy voice called from another room. A boy with red hair stepped into her room, causing her to turn her head at him. "You haven't even gotten dressed? Come on." He picked up a black turtle neck and black leggings and brought them over to her, eyeing her white robe she had on. "You're not wearing the stupid bow either." He grabbed the bow that was in her hair and pulled it out, taking some hair with it. He tossed it onto her desk and shoved the clothes into her hands. "We're on a tight schedule here." He turned around and headed out.

She looked over at the pink bow that she always wore, even before, before she, what happened before? She was attached to it, but she didn't know why. She slipped off her robe and put the dark clothing on. Even if she couldn't wear the bow in her hair, she was still going to bring it. She grabbed it and tied around her neck, staring at the mirror unphased.

"Marionette!" the voice called for her loudly this time. She slipped on her black studded jacket and pulled on her black boots. She walked towards the door, hearing voices as she goes. "I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive me, I wasn't expecting you until we met up."

"It is no big deal, but we should be going now. We have no time to spare."
Marionette opened the door and stepped out, eyeing the brown haired man that she had never seen before. "Finally, there you are," the red head said harshly. "I told you, you're not wearing that stupid bow!"

He went to reach for it again, but when he did, the stranger grabbed his wrist and gripped so tightly, the red head flinched. "Leave the girl be." He eyed her up and down. "Please excuse me, Marionette, I am Peter White. It's nice to make your acquaintance." He bowed slowly and let go of the red head. He then reach out his other hand for a handshake.

Marionette slowly lifted her hand and shook it. She saw the people around her do it before, but she has never done it herself. When they were done shaking hands, Peter looked down at her hand. "Where are you from deary?" Marionette didn't make any attempt to respond, only stood staring. "Hmm...what are these?" The man let go and grabbed the top her hand, turning it over to have a closer look at her finger. "Oh my, your hands are covered in scars."

"You shouldn't treat dirt like royalty ," the red head spat.

Peter seemed to have been uncomfortable because of this, so he let go of her hand and she pulled it back to her side. "Akai, why didn't you tell me about those sooner?" Peter roughly whispered to the red head. Akai just shrugged.

Marionette just started walking past them, the heels on her boots thudding against the wooden floor. She continued to the front doors, grabbing her keys on the way out. She opened the tall glass door and walked over to her motorcycle. She unclipped her helmet and placed it on her head. She clipped it under her chin and opened the visor to see.

Akai and Peter followed behind her, hopping onto their own. "She likes to hurry things, I see," Peter said. Akai just grunted and placed his helmet on his head.

"Let's just go already," Akai grunted.

Marionette closed her visor and followed closely behind Akai and Peter. After a few moments of driving to where all the rich people live, they met up with three others, pulling up behind them.

"Akai, Peter, who's that?" a snobby girl asked, taking off her helmet.

"Ayame, Kane, Kazuo, this is Marionette," Akai introduced. "She's been doing this with me for the last two years. Even though she's still clumsy. So if we get caught, blame her. Don't ask."