Authors Note:

Hey guys! I'm back! I'm so sorry for not updating in such a long time. Please forgive me. I was perfectly fine, except my laptop gave away finally. And I could not write in the phone due to a few issues. So, I didn't get to write until I got a new phone(or laptop).

Anyway, I am not starting a long story, this would be short(and no, I can't promise!). This has been on my mind for a while. I guess you guys wont hate me, right? I hope you love this story!

Chapter One: Fated.

Life is like a spectrum of colours. Sometimes it's purple, or sometimes it's red. Well, That's what Kyoko believed too, every single moment in her life was a spectrum.

And it began, the day she walked on the familiar path to the market, with her disguise scantily hiding her copper-gold locks, tied up in a bun under her oversized hat. She pried all eyes away, not a single smile on her face as she kept reliving the conversation she had with her mother. Her eyebrows were tightly drawn, deep frown marring her features as she walked about in the English market

"You must obey me at once! Kyoko Mogami! No ma tterwhat, you are still my daughter. And I assure you, I have complete control over everything you do. Tomorrow is the party, and I shall expect you in the finest gowns that the maids here would adorn on you."

Kyoko's jaw tightened the same way it did when she uttered those painfully piercing words. Kyoko never wanted any of this. What she wanted was to sit on the sofa, listen as the music played on the radio. And not just any music, specifically from Sho Fuwa, what she believed was her love.

She trudged the path bitterly.

"He shall be waiting for you, right near that balcony in his mask as he is known by many. Then an announcement of your engagement would follow. So you must be at your best behaviour. Unless you want a promise of something you fear most."

Where were those rights? Since her father breathed his last, her mother could glance and pause. That, was the only break she ever took from taking care of the lands and the mansion. Maybe Kyoko didnt understand how hard it was, but this matter was completely unrelative to anything important.

She climbed the ivy stems, laid on the wall. Her entire body was covered with a large overcoat. Had it been visible, every man on the street would have turned. No gem would have been ignored as the heavily cladded woman gladly accepted the ignorance with delight. She wouldn't argue too much, in exchange for a freedom in her life. She hadn't yet crossed the border or eighteen, yet her fate was sealed.

As she strolled on the grounds, her eyes set on the window of her mother's study. Usually, her mother's ink bottle would lined beside the stack of papers. However, today, only it's back faced her sharp eyes.

Something was wrong, she could feel it in the air. There wasnt a single bird chirping in the tree, not a single maid bustling around doing her chores.

Kyoko sprinted back to the mansion, her heart sinking as her mind conjured possibilities of what could have gone wrong.

And her answer lay on the floor, with many panicked maids hovering over it, some yet frantically moving about. Except, she could see no more.

Her nose was smudged with a cloth, with something suspiciously smelling like chloroform.

And before her mind could think of any possible attack moves, her system closed down like a shutter.

"Good morning," her eyes were a blurry mess, strained and heavy from her tiring sleep. She had a sleep of a distressed hen. And she could only stare around, mind as blank as the walls around her.

Finally, her eyes fell on the captor, standing extremely tall before her, with his face hidden under a mask. She could not feel her wrists, except the occasional pain she felt when she tried to move her arm. Her eyes wandered worriedly over the man crouching in front of her. His dark eyes stared at her without a flicker of emotion. Like he was a dead man floating around with no purpose.

"You dare try to escape, then don't expect me to be as kind as I am right now." He pulled her with him, forcing her to walk on her feet that didn't move as smoothly as his did. They kept overlapping, trembling as she took steps into the empty room he escorted her into.

"This is where you will stay, until we move. Maybe tomorrow, after you behave like a good girl, your wrists would feel the balm."

She glared at him, despite the terror she felt in this man; who held not a thread of remorse or sympathy. His fingers lingered above the cloth tightly wrung around her mouth. His slight hesitancy made her already beating her hitch.

Slowly, he removed the cloth. And soon, she was screaming.

He growled, pulling her face and silencing her once and for all. She froze, her entire body halting in its movement. She couldn't move, her insides felt fried. She could feel curling inside her. Not a thought crossing her mind as she pictured his face when he pulled his mask down. He silenced her...

With a kiss.

Author's Note:

How was it? Did you like it? Should I continue it? Should I delete it? Was it too much?

One more thing:

I was thinking of asking you guys if I should continue replying to reviews here below. I wondered if any of you felt offended or embarrassed with me addressing you publicly in my other stories. Please do tell me, it would help me decided whether to reply or not.

Otherwise, I am grateful that you have read this chapter. Thank you.

Goodbye! (See you guys on Sunday!)