Aria slams the door to her room. She makes sure it is locked before slumping down with her back towards it. She closes her eyes and thumps the back of her head against the thick wood a couple of times. A long, drawn-out sigh and a shudder through her entire being later, she lunges forward to get up. She shuffles out of her boots and slings her vest against the door of the nearby closet. A second later, she is already executing a reckless jump, landing in a belly-flop on her untidy bed. She rolls over onto her back and stretches her limbs out as far as they go. A little pop, a little cracking. She fiddles about for a bit to find the filthy controller of her way-too-old stereo. A few pushes of crusty buttons and a tune starts. Intense. Angry. Mindless Self Indulgence. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, letting the disharmonious discord wash over her.

Annoying fucking Adagio. Brainless bimbo Sonata. She rubs her temples with her thumbs while exhaling. Another disastrous day, it has been far too long being led into oblivion by Adagio's so-called leadership. The one always casting a shadow over them all and taking every lead. Aria groans, she could do such a better job, a brutal revolution unrivaled. Treading around this sleepy dirthole and playing the puppet is taking a mental toll worthy of a breakdown. She makes sure to raise the volume enough to the point she is certain her sisters hear the musical non-music. A tiny, would-be fanged smile plays on her face before fading into another painful frown.

She raises her head slowly and lets her body follow. She hunches over and lets her head fall into her hands. The music kicks off once again, fast, angry. She looks up and cannot help but to smile at the futility of it all. All this time attempting to conquer and rule with a duo of fools at her side. This world, this banishment, exceedingly painful and seemingly endless. Now the orange idiot has them trying to infiltrate some school, all simply based on their magic charms. Sure enough, their physical forms may have changed but their voices are strong here, even without the magic they need to properly dominate.

She looks up and around, her room is plain, just a few necessities. No bells and whistles, frizz and lace. The day has been long enough, all she wants to do is brood, hate and relax. Annoying her sisters with her personal choice of music is the only thing that nearly makes her smile again. She shifts a bit and begins tugging at her pants. Flattering, sure, uncomfortable as all the hells though. She grunts and snarls, gets them off and sends them in the same direction as her vest. Blouse and panties is a whole lot more relaxing than the full getup. She can almost appreciate her physical form like this. She rolls around on the bed for a bit, letting the cacophony in the room mingle with the chaos in her head.

The day comes to mind. Rage bubbles. She keeps getting pushed to the back, overshadowed by Adagio and endlessly arguing with the fool of fools. Why does she even talk to Sonata? Right, their eternal bond. That is definitely the worst. Perhaps even worse than the worst. She slams a fist into the bed. Not even the music can dispel the annoyance of such a thought. She spreads out over the bed again. Crushed, outweighed, back-seat, nothing to say. She crashes her hand into the wall, instantly regrets it but clenches her teeth and keeps quiet. She goes completely limp for a moment, staring up into the ceiling. At least she has a few moments for herself when the madness is done for the day. She can plot and just zone out, not having to play the henchwoman for a good few moments.

She breathes in deep, then out just as strong. Hands rubbing together for a second before traveling down her chest and stomach. She sighs and stops the movement at her waist. She is so sick of her sisters getting or literally taking all the attention. Adagio with her oh-so-sly charms and massive hips. Sonata with her disgustingly likable dumbness and ample chest. Aria absent-mindedly licks her lips for a second and lets the angry intensity of the music surge back into her head. She debates with herself if she drew the short straw in their bodily transition or if she hit some kind of subtle jackpot. Not being as well endowed in either place would seem a loss but she has had the unique opportunity to explore something completely different. Her tight, fit body may not have Adagio's hips or Sonata's breasts but something in between and more. A slim, toned figure, more feminine than most and strong enough to her liking. No bust but something else that has has kept her entertained in the darkest hours. She was cursed, or blessed as it were, with something different between her legs.

She lets her hand slip into her panties and lay over the dormant thing. She grins to herself. The other fools have no idea. No idea what they are missing and no idea what she is capable of. Her secret is a pain to keep but her plans for revenge are enough to give her the strength to carry on. Plenty of enemies to be conquered. She exhales slowly and closes her eyes yet again as she imagines finally getting even the smallest victory. Crushing the pathetic resistance of this world with Adagio as her enslaved right hand and Sonata... Well, she could fit in somewhere. A useful tool for her final goal. She starts to snicker, soon falls silent and lets out a soft hum instead. No time for merriment, even if the thoughts in her head are delicious. She has to stay focused, keep her entire being together. Her hand in her panties grips and squeezes, ever so careful, before retreating. The use of such a tool will come later. A weapon in the right or perhaps even wrong hands. She lets her head swim into the music again. Short bursts of anger to rival her own. Some of them even mirror her own issues. This short time alone focuses her, strengthens her mind and helps her body follow. She risks a small smile for herself but it is very soon interrupted by a hammering on her door. A loud voice outside demands her attention and presence. Adagio. Another useless gathering to listen to her plan and the coming day. The coming torture. Aria barks out a short response and shuffles off her bed, stands up and grunts mildly before picking up and struggling back into her pants. She corrects all that needs to be corrected. Have to keep up the illusion, at least for now.

Author's Note

Only getting started. Just wanted to take the pulse of this thing.