Lucora

Amanda yawned and sat up in her bed, running a hand through her hair as she looked outside her window, Yesterdays events began to flash through her head, giving her a throbbing headache. She groaned falling back in bed. She tossed and turned, the headache wasn't going to go away. "I guess i'll have to go get something.' she barely even whispered. She sat there in the king sized bed, practically swimming the satin sheets and silk comforters. She groaned, slowly, very slowly moved her way to the edge of the bed and used the bed post to pull herself up. Her legs were weak, considering she rarely used them and she stumbled to the door. She grabbed the handle and leaned on it, already out of breath from just walking from her bed to the door. She slowly opened it, listening to the door squeak despite her efforts to keep it quite. She had to walk down a long hallway lit only my the orange, morning sun that was just starting to rise. She fell a couple times, having to use the wall to pull herself back up and when she got to the foot of the stairs she gulped. "Where Will when you need him." she thought to herself as she stood at the top of the stairs, gasping for air. Will was a buff and strong servant who used to carry her around every where she wanted and/or need to go until the people of Kyto revolted, killing Will in the process. She pulled nervously at one of her braids as she hovered her foot over the first step, taking a deep and reassuring breath before letting her foot drop to the step. She cringed, it sent shots of pain through her weak bones, and when she tried to step on the second step she missed and went tumbling down the stairs. She landed on her back at the bottom, biting her lip to keep her from crying out in pain as she flipped over and tried to push herself up. By this time she was shaking and wheezing for air. She gave up, let herself collapse to the floor. "I'll just...stay here....until someone finds me." she said in between large gasps of air.

It was barely dawn and it was a bad day, Gray was carrying a couch and a table, which were replacements for the ones he had in his room, a nightmare that he couldn't remember had caused him to destroy the ones he used before, fortunately the castle had a hold various furniture, for situations like this that were occurring very often.
At the foot of the stairs was a small lump, he leave the couch on the floor and went to see what it was, still holding the table, was one of the Sisters, "Oh right, they now live here" he whispered, for some time his enemies lived here and was a situation quite amusing, apparently their country start a revolt and they were dethroned after that came to live in the castle, no wonder they couldn't win the war if they couldn't even rule their own country, having said that the thought that he and his brothers couldn't beat that kind of persons made ​​him angry and the table that he had in hand paid the price, after breaking it he look to the little girl, she seemed to be exhausted, he sigh and bring the couch closer, "You can rest here, at least until I return, "he said and without checking whether the girl hear him or not heads for the cellar to search a new table.

Pharaoh blinked open his eyes, it was 5 O' clock by now, judging by how high the sun was in the sky, turning the sky from black to a bluish grey. He grunted and rolled over, staring a the sleeping beauty in bed next to him. He reached over and stroked her hair, making her eyes flutter open with a warm smile one her face, "I told you i'd show you how a beautiful rose such as yourself was to be treated." he said with a smirk on his face, "And that you did, your highness." he smiled once more and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up before walking over to his closest in nothing but his red boxers. After getting dressed, [see picture] He turned to the girl in his bed. "Once your dressed one or my servants will escort you out. And with that, i thank you for a wonderful night and bid you farewell." He said quickly, leaving her with a confused expression on her face. He ran to the stairs, sliding down the railing and jumping off at the end, landing perfectly on the marble tiled ground. He looked to his left, "A couch? oh thats right, there was a lot of noise coming from Gray's room yesterday. He must of destroyed his couch." he said, "but why is it sitting here?" he asked himself as he walked closer to it. He scowled, seeing the sleeping form that was on it. "The Sisters, why on earth did they have to come here." he thought, sitting on the arm of the couch and looking down at who he remembered to be The sister of Sloth. "Still doesn't explain why this was left here." he mumbled, waiting for Gray to return.

Alara was practicing her martial arts. That's what she did everyday around this time. She was the best fighter in all of her sisters. However... her brother, Lucas Pride, said he was the best. How dare he say that? He hasn't even fought her yet? Alara was the best of course. And once the sisters reclaimed their kingdom, she would challenge him to a duel.

Of course, it would be rude to challenge him now. She was at the mercy of his hospitality of course. But later, when they no longer lived together, Alara would challenge him, and beat him. Then she would be the best. The sun was hot though, so Alara Pride took a little brake. She sat in the shade of a large maple tree and took a sip of water. The cold liquid felt amazing as it ran down her parched throat. Next she would go practice her musical instuments. Some of her sisters said she didn't have a life, however, Alara believed this was a better life than partying all the time. What kind of a life was that? Parties were for simpltons that had no ambition in life.

She would have to take a shower first though, the weather was hot and she was very sticky with sweat. A good, successful work out. The blond nodded proudly. Then she went to her room to take a shower. The freezing water felt amazing on her sore body and reluctantly stepped out. She put on a pink kimono and started walking down the halls. She was hungry but she couldn't remember where the kitchen was. Well... she would find it eventually. There was no need to ask someone for help.

"200...201...okay there all here~!" A girl chirps happily, as she placed down her jewels whichs she called hers. "Im glad I got them all before we left~" See she did these kind of check ups everyday to keep track of her things, and to make sure all of them are their. If they werent she would go into a fit, and that wasent a pretty sight. "Defiantly if those brothers are here..." Lexia mumbles, slipping on a loose shirt, and running a brush through her long and messy white hair. But as she does so a loud crash was heard from the stairs causing her to jump in surprise. What was that? Lexia wonders, standing up from her bed and towards the door. Could it have Amanda? The possiblites of her getting up from her slumber was slim but then again...who else can fall down a flight of steps? Quickly, Lexia braided the bangs of her hair, and trotted down stairs, to only stop when she saw that man with the red and white hair. What was worse, why was he near Amanda?! She scowls slightly, and made her way down the remaining steps and towards the couch, ignoring the presence of Pharoh. Sure she was grateful that they were able to take refugee but they fought so many times that she couldnt help but feel some hate. "Amanda..." Lexia softly called, poking her cheek. No response. "Amanda..!" She called in a sharper tone, taking out a box of pocky. She pulled at her cheeks for a second and frowns. "Why would you get up and just fall asleep again.." She mumbles at the strange girl, before sitting at the arm, still ignoring the brother. "and why is this couch here...?"

By the time he went to the cellar and returned with the new table it was formed a small group around his couch, well he had to admit that a couch at the foot of the stairs was pretty weird, but still there was no need to gather around it "The couch is mine" he said firmly as he approached "I leave it here while I was searching for something," he told to who was present, apart from the little girl was Pharaoh, who last night took a woman to his room, and the other was one of the sisters "You could take care of her?" he asked her, it was enough commotion for a day, Gray wanted to take his things quickly to his room before anything force him to seek a new furniture, this was the reason the he had no servants, his unpredictable riots, he look for a few moments to the girl and then told to Pharaoh "I guess you didn't anything" Gray really didn't think that he was able to fall so low but it never hurts to ask.

"One hundred fifteen....one hundred sixteen, one hundred seventeen...FUCK."

The distinct sound of a rough voice snarling loudly reverberated through the room and the hallway just beyond it as Asajj Wrath swore furiously, spontaneously threw herself up from the ground in a sudden blaze of rage, with a burst of energy that, logically, no person should be possessed of after doing one hundred and seventeen rapid-fire pushups, and drove her fist into the nearest wall of her room. And goddammit, did it hurt. Of course, that fact hadn't stopped her from punching it time and time again over the course of the day, and her knuckles were raw and red, on the verge of bleeding from how determined she seemed to be to punish that wall for...well, everything that was wrong about everything.

And there was a lot that was wrong with everything right now. So much that not even working out, that which Asajj normally revelled absolutely in doing, could take her mind off of it. Just being in this room was a reminder that something was wrong. This was not her home. All these ornate, fanciful little decorations, the pomp and circumstance of royal life that Asajj so loathed and avoided. No, her room was simple, just as she liked--nothing more in there than a spartan, rock-hard mattress that hardly qualified as a bed, a bookcase for her literary pursuits, and a small array of tools for training and physical exertion. All gone. All. Fucking. Gone. Upon recalling the destruction of those few but precious personal belongings, Asajj gave another howl of rage, and for good measure, punched the wall again.

Moments after the day's latest burst of violent wrath, Asajj emerged from the room provided to her, gritting and grinding down her teeth. She just couldn't stay in there any longer. Every moment in the vicinity of that massive bed awash in satin and silk (she stubbornly decided to secure her night's sleep on the floor as far from the abomination as possible), every moment in which she turned and realised that her books were no longer there and her training implements were similarly vanished, every moment in which she ground her teeth and refused to let her yearning for those books to overcome her pride, was another moment in which the wrath characteristic of her seized her and overthrew reason in favour of blind fury. She would not tolerate it. Not even if that room was the only place in which she ran no risk of coming face to face with the enemy.

At the very least, her attire was still distinctly hers. A sleeveless training shirt, a pair of heavy, thick-skinned pants, and hardy, reliable boots. Simple, simple, simple. I've seen what they'd have me wearing otherwise, she mused darkly as she exited the hallway that led down to her detached little nook. There is not a word powerful enough to describe how revolted I would be at the very thought. A staircase--the one leading down into another part of the castle that, if Asajj recalled correctly, would take her out into the castle grounds. Outside was vastly preferable to inside--all the more so because nobody in their right mind would actually see fit to stick around the grounds once Asajj made her presence there known. Sometimes being someone so easy to hate had its advantages.

At the base of the stairs, however, the towering powerhouse of a seventeen year old nearly tripped over what might as well have been a sack of potatoes or something, if not for the fact that it was distinctly breathing heavily and looking up at the world with wide eyes. A second glance downwards informed Asajj that she had not, in fact, come upon a sack of potatoes, but had encountered her youngest sister. "Amanda!" she snapped sharply, realising from the beginning that yelling at her was fruitless. Even if Amanda could have picked herself up off the floor, Asajj rather doubted she would have made the effort. And with that, Asajj became aware of the presence of other living things in the vicinity (living things, how she hated them). One of them was Lexia, chewing at one of her stick snack things. The other two were...she scowled (well, she was already scowling, but somehow, she scowled even more). Brothers of Sin. Her quest to avoid them at all cost had failed again. Asajj refused to even look towards them as she bent down, effortlessly lifted her all-but-weightless sister, and then set her on her own two feet. "Maybe you should call for assistance before you attempt so insurmountable a task as descending the stairs," she couldn't help but rebuke bitterly, regretting the words immediately after they came out of her thin, dark lips...but it was always like that. Asajj would always lose control and say things that made people hate her, and she would always regret it right up until she did it again.

Wordlessly, without looking at anyone else, she simply walked onwards towards the exit out to the castle grounds, and to being blissfully alone yet again.

Amanda slowly fluttered open her eyes as her sister Wrath propped her back up on her feet, She gently swayed and grabbed onto the stair railing to keep herself up. If Asajj or sister Pride had been around the would have sneered at her and given her another scolding for being so weak the she literally, couldn't even stand up. She looked at everyone around her, her headache slowly returning as she saw the two brothers. "I....I just wanted to get some pain medication." she said faintly, still swaying even though she was clutching the railing. Her face held it usual blank expression as she looked over at her sister Greed. "Oh, Hello Lexia, good morning." she said, barely audible.

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Pharaoh simply smirked at his brothers comment, "Oh Gray, it hurts me that you think so lowly of me. I only act on the consent of woman. Does that since woman ALWAYS consent to me, you suspect fowl play?" he said, in a cheery voice, place a hand on his bare chest. "But no, seriously, you expect me to even look their way then you've seriously gone mad, no pun intended." He said bluntly before The Sister of Wrath came storming down the stairs, yelling at sloth for even attempting to walk around before propping the sleeping girl up and storming off again. He looked over at the other two and sneered. "Our life long enemy's and know we have to live with them! who agreed to this." he said, it slowly sinking in that no one really agreed, it just sort of.....happened.

"You could take care of her?" Lexia looks at Gray and was about to respond when sister wrath came raging down the stairs. From then on, everything went so fast. First she took amanda in a sweep, and then amanda's last words...oh dont even get her started. "Pain medications...?!" She thought strangely, watching the two travel up the stairs. 'I actually think i need some too..' "Our life long enemy's and know we have to live with them! who agreed to this."
"Psh, who knows, some dumbass probably...." She unconscionly replied, and sat down on the couch stubbornly, her sin personality overtaking her. Her fingers gripped at the material, and she said in the most bluntest way possible. "This is mine"

Lucas woke up slowly and yawned before getting up and walking to is closet when he put his simple t-shirt and shorts on the covered them in his black and gold robes. He swung out of his room and went towards the stairs he watched as the sisters of Greed and Sloth were slowly creeping up the stairs. He slipped past them but decided to poke a bit of fun at the angry looking Lexia. " Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I know you didn't Amanda you haven't even woken up yet. " he laugh loudly then continued down the steps. He saw his brethren at the bottom. " Mornin " he said cheerily he was in a good mood he had seven new people to poke fun at and he was looking especially forward to messing with Alara his female counterpart. He almost burst out laughing at the thought of it but kept himself as he looked for something to eat.

"If you want to know who accepted this he just showed up" Gray said while the eldest brother made his appearance, it was obvious that Lucas was amused with the whole situation, personally Gray wasn't displeased with the agreement, the thing that made ​​him angry were these brats, first Wrath comes and goes without even saying hello, Pharaoh with his puns, but what angered him most was Lexia, she had the nerve to say "This is mine". Gray knew the strong influence of the sins, in fact he was about to succumb to his, but even so the greed has a limit, no one had dared to do something like that in the past, his breathing quickened that was perhaps the only way to predict a rampage.

Unable to control his anger he lifted the couch throwing to the person that was sitting and then he throw it against the wall made of stone with such force that it broke, "All yours," he said with a smile which, in his current state, it was more scary than friendly.

"Good morning" he said to Lucas after a few moments.

Lexia blinked when she felt...the feel of lust coming closer. " Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I know you didn't Amanda you haven't even woken up yet. " She blushed slightly, and scowled. "oh shush.." Lexia whispers, But her blush quickly went away when she felt the familar feel of anger from a certain wrath. 'here it comes.' Watching the couch coming towards her, Lexia simply moved away, not really frightened by the harsh behavior. She got this too much from her own sister wrath to even flinch. "All yours," Lexia pouts, picking up a remaining piece...of the once whole couch. "well not anymore, i like my things whole thank you very much~ ah and good...morning." Lexia finally got out, not getting used to the fact she was surrounded by males..and they were the brother of sin if. Their arch enemy. But her greed covered her true shyness/fear and gave her a whole room full of determination and strength. Though if her greed hadnt shown up, she probably would be hiding behind some large person. It was sad really.

Amanda nodded a Lucas, it was true, Amanda was never fully awake. She looked up at Gray as he threw to couch into the wall, being the only that didn't flinch when he did so. Not only where her senses dulled she was used to sister Wrath doing similar things time and time again. Amanda's stomach growled as pangs of hunger hit her. It was time to eat and her sisters knew what that meant. Amanda had a huge apatite for someone as inactive as she was. Although she wasn't the fastest eater she would always eat the most. Amanda walked over to Gray and tugged on his sleeve, "If you don't mind, can you tell me where the kitchen is." she said faintly, hoping he wouldn't turn around and smack her across the face in his fit of rage.

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Pharaoh had jumped off the couch just in time before it was sent through the wall, And a good morning to you too." he said, brushing invisible dirt off of himself. He turn to look at Greed, "You know, living with your sister you should know not to pull things like that around Wrath." he said in an accusing tone, all though it was partially his fault as well. He turned and start to walk outside, "I'll be back in a few, just going to find today lover." he said like he did every morning.

Gray felt a light pull on his sleeve and all that he could hear was the word "kitchen" Amanda was beside him asking something that undoubtedly had to do with the kitchen, Gray looked at her for a few moments slightly surprised there were few the people who would ask something to someone who just sent flying a couch.

He lift her up off the floor to see her closely and noticed that she was very light, he was using more strenght while carrying the couch and the table, "It is on the way so I could take you there" he said and then he put her on his shoulders in a slighty rough way, he had not lied since for the third time on this day he has to go and get new furniture.

He walk without speaking, while his footsteps echoed in the silent hallway, after a few moments they get to the kitchen, when he was entering the servants remained immobiles as ever they did in his presence, nobody liked the idea of being the trigger of some rampage and that's why Gray hadn't personal servants, He left the girl on the floor and ordered the still motionless servants "Prepare whatever she want" and then said "See you" as he left the kitchen.

"Thank you." she said, in her usual low voice, "You know, pride would have killed me just now for hearing me say that to one of the brothers." she thought to herself as she watched the servants around her relax as Gray walked out. Amanda grabbed the counter, "First, can i get some pain medication?" she said, the servants just looked at each other, "What?" they asked, she sighed and slowly moved her way over one of them and spoke into their ear. The servant nodded and walked across the room, getting a glass off water and two red circular pills, "Here." she nodded and took the ibuprofen. "Now, i don't care what you make, just as long as you make as much as ask for. 10 plates please." The servant was taken back, "10 plates, young girl your to small to be able to hold that mu...."
"Just do it." she said coldly, faintly, but coldly. The servant nodded and Amanda stumbled off to the nearest table to sit down. Each plate came one at a time, it was all very good and after about an hour she had finished all she could eat. 9 1/2 plates. She stood herself up, using the table for support and walked out of the kitchen when she ran into someone, well, to them it was probably a light tap but it sent her to the floor. "I'm sorry..." she said faintly, looking up at the boy with red hair and a single white streak. "Pride." she thought to herself as she tried to pull herself off the ground, using the closest wall.

"You know, living with your sister you should know not to pull things like that around Wrath."
She pouts and points at him accusingly. "Hey its your fault too! You should know how to control your brother!" She huffs, crossing her arms under her chest. "Hmph bastard pervert...so idiotic that he cant stick with one girl. Picky too...' She said loud enough for him to hear. But as she said it, her sin's personality left her, leaving a defenseless and spineless girl behind. "e-eh..." Looking around, Lexia quickly walked off, hoping Pharaoh didnt hear her. "A-Amanda!"Lexia cries out for her sister, looking for her.

Alara sighed. Why couldn't the morning be peaceful and quiet. She missed their own castle where she would have an entire wing to herself. She walked into the kitchen silently, hoping they wouldn't notice her. But as she was about to pull over a chair, her sister Amanda went crashing into Lucas Pride himself. Jeez. What a nice day.

"Amanda!" Alara walked over quickly, slipping her hands underneath the girl's arms and pulling her up effortlessly. "You should try to focus more often or you'll end up seriously hurting yourself. The tall blonde perched her little sister back to her feet. Should she apologize to Lucas? It was bothersome but Sloth was one of her family members. Her pride would be damaged if she wasn't able to stick up for her sister.

"Please excuse my sister, she loses her concentration easily." Alara said clearly, glancing at his unusual hair. It definitly made him stand out but his conceited aura cancled out the interest. Okay, now that was done, her blue eyes darted around for something to eat.