Wh*re House Chapter 1

Jun 13, 2011 16:48

This is my very first work of posted fanfiction. It's SenShi (or at least I think it will be if I can get it to work with me and not against me) and might be somewhat of an epic. I have the first chapter ready, and I'll have another one in a week or so if I don't get too busy. I don't want to become the writer that starts a work and forgets about it frequently because of life.

It doesn't have a name yet, so suggestions are welcome. I named it.


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As a writer, I find it imperative to claw into the minds of both my readers and my characters. Without doing this, I can launch into an incoherent series of never-ending rambles that makes no sense to anyone, not even myself. It is upon entering the minds of others, that I learn an almost unnatural amount about the human mind and character. There are those individuals who are supremely guarded. Those who never let anyone see their emotions, secrets, or hidden fears. There are individuals who allow anyone who is not fast enough to get away privy into their minds. Those who are not free for exploration; those who force exploration on everyone they possible can. There are persons who would rather no one enter their small, guarded world, but who would wish to enter the world of everyone else. These are the thinkers; the philosophers. Some watch intently, blatantly, while others hold a huge facade of not watching. There are lovers, fighters, evil-doers, highly religious, utterly sacreligious, haters, gossips, sluts, and hos. However, not one individual is simply one of these traits alone. These are generalizations, bordering on stereotypes.

The person I wish to talk about can be all of the above or none. She is an enigma to those who don't know her, and a frustration to those who do. She's a great leader, but also extremely childish. She can be flighty, or extremely grounded. She can watch, or she can make herself a spectacle. She can pray, but she will curse on sacred ground. She knows how to love whole heartedly, but she knows what, and whom, she cannot love. She can show all of herself or none, depending on her mood for the day. She is a thinker, though she would never have anyone believe it. She can fight for others, but she would be trampled in a fight for herself. She will do anything to help her friends, including lie, cheat, steal, or even fornicate. The one thing she never did do was gossip. She had done too many bad things to talk about what anyone else had done. She didn't condone gossip while she was around either. Anyone who knew her a little bit would warn another against the crude act when she was around. This never stopped them from talking about her when she wasn't around.

She was painfully aware of the demons in her past; she dreamt of them every night. She spent as much time out at night because her home reminded her of her painful past. She could see the eyes of the people she had killed while they shamelessly begged her for mercy. She could feel her heart breaking as she left her child with another to raise. She hated herself for the shame she brought her family. She hated herself for the mocery she made of her religion. She hated what she had become but she endured it all for the sake of her best friend.

Her best friend was a very innocent person. She had been sheltered from a lot of things, but that was partly because the other girl endured them for her. The two girls were like sisters, especially since they moved in together. They both needed to get away from their parents, each for largely different reasons. The innocent one was two monthes younger, but years younger where her personality was concerned. She appreciated the older girl for everything she did, but every once in a while, she longed to protect her older sister. She doubted she could handle it, though, so her musings never left her head. The older girl knew anyway, even without her saying anything.

Initially, it was only the two girls living together, but they eventually found others who needed shelter. Actually, only one of the others needed the shelter. One moved in to escape the omnipresent anger in her household; the last moved in to help maintain some semblance of order within the adult-less dwelling. They were five girls living in a mans world. If those men didn't have needs, these girls probably would have never survived.

From the start, the leader of the house had told no one how she made enough money to support herself, her best friend, and the other three, when they arrived. Only two in the house knew; one was making the money, the other had seen it being made. There was a huge confrontation about it once. One girl angry for the decisions being made, the other mad for being judged. Had the girls been fighting over a boy, the situation might not have been as serious. They were the only two home at the time, and blows had flown. By the time the others returned that evening, the fighters were completely unrecognizable, and the house was in utter disarray.

They made up, but the time spent in the hospital left the household savings nearly depleated, so the two girls came to an agreement. There were now two young girls from the house working the streets at night. They hardly worked the same nights unless they were in serious need of the money. If both of them were out of the house, they were likely to be followed. This is exactly what happened.

It was only a matter of time until the resident genius was corrupted for her abundant curiousity. She was equally as sheltered as the remaining three in the house, but she studied enough to know exactly what was happening when she saw her two housemates scantily dressed and heading out of the house late at night. Rather than pass judgement on her sisters, however, she followed them to make sure she was wrong. She learned that night that she was just as right about this as she was about calculus. She wished that for once, she had not been.

There was no outright confrontation between her and the other two. If anything, she shied away from confronting them until they asked her one night at dinner. She blushed until she passed out, and when she came to, they were watching her, still waiting for an explanation to her odd behavior. She blushed and sputtered, and no doubt spit in their faces, but they did not move. Slowly, quietly, deliberately, she said one coherent sentence, "Why are you having sex for money?" The duo's eyes went wide, as the tables turned and she waited for their answer.

Had she been someone else, or had she not looked exactly like a hurt, abused, and mistreated child, they would have yelled at her, and maybe beat her up. That was not the case however, and they had no choice but to answer her inquiry or no one would be leaving the room. Sadly, neither knew exacly how to answer the person who knew nothing and everything at the same time. For obvious reaons, there was no money to be made that night.

Only two in the house remain oblivious to how the money was procured for the house, but that was not to last. It was only a matter of time before the subject was brought up by the least oblivious person in the entire house. It was about damn time she said something about it, too. The girls had begun to get nervous. She was probably the first to have suspision, the first to know, and the first to have confirmation. They were dumb to have hoped she didn't notice; no, they weren't dumb, they were hopeful.

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There it is; the first chapter. It's a little unrealistic, but so is the anime of which it's based. There will be clues to who the speaker (writer) is later in the story.
Please tell me if it's crap so I can save my time and energy. I really don't think it's all that great... but I'm posting it anyway.

senshi pairing, drama, untitled, stories

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