There's a legend, one consisting of a special bluebird. It's said that if it flies above you, and drops a feather with the same design for you and another, you will become each other's one and only. But the real problem is you must find them yourself.
There's a legend, a legend consisting a bluebird. It is said that if a bluebird flies above you and another, and drops a feather for you and that person, you will connect and become each other's true love and soul mate. In this way, the bluebird is God's left hand, as the dove is his right.
However, you must decide for yourself. Perhaps you both are female, or male, perhaps you are not. But the real problem is that you must find them.
"Mommy! Mommy! Look! It's a blue birdie!"
A bed of flowers were mixed of daisies, and dandelions, as well as other flowers like lilies, daffodils and forget-me-nots were stretched out until a large river up ahead. A small family of three, a brother, a sister, and a mother (but lacking a father, because he was not let off work due to work reasons), layed a picnic.
As a mother helped to her eldest child, her youngest pointed at the sky, where a bird a mixed color of the sky and a stream. The child was smiling in glee. Obviously she loved things blue.
This child's name is Lenalee Lee. She wore her long hair in pigtails and gained the large purple eyes and the darker-than-green hair, in which she inherited from her grandmother. She would have seemed like an exact duplicate as her mother, if not for their large age difference. Lenalee was turning six that week and was in first grade.
The child, Lenalee, was carrying a small pile of plates while her mother helped her son set a patterned blanket on the ground. Who Lenalee fairly had different features with. He had a purple shade for hair, which he inherited the trait from their father. He had dark eyes that battled between dark purple and dark blue and would've matched his hair. It was a rare trait of the family, making him exceptionally special... kind of. However, you could at rare times, see his eyes because his eyes were usually closed. Not that he was blind or anything.
The mother, Laori, was placing the food they had brung to the picnic, Komui following her example, as little Lenalee ran towards the feather that was just previously dropped. The feather was still slowly falling because of the gravity, almost landing into the girl's hands before falling onto the ground. "A blue feather!" Lenalee said. She bent down to pick up the small feather, smiling in glee. "Mommy, look! A blue feather!"
Laori smiled as Komui laughed. She bent down, placing the last plate down. She called for Lenalee to come back. Lenalee, being her young self was clueless and ran back to her mother. "What is it, Mommy?"
"Have I ever told you about the bluebird legend?" Laori said.
"What's a le-le-," Lenalee said, struggling on the newfound word that she had just heard.
"Legend. A legend is like a story that could or could not happen, or could not be proven true," Komui explained. "Is that right, Mom?"
"I believe so."
"Oh... Then I haven't heard it!" Lenalee said.
"Do you want to know it?"
"Yes! Yes!"
Laori laughed. "There was once a bird, a bluebird. The bird was found by a girl, who could not speak, and was spoken poorly by people because of the way she lived, acted, and how she looked. Once being helped by the girl, the bird spoke, 'Thank you, young miss.' The girl gasped. There was no such bird that could speak other than a parrot in her dictionary. The bird bowed down, telling his name which was Ruhao. It told her of his travels and its family. Finally, before it took off, back to traveling, it granted the girl a feather and told her, 'I have seen how the country people treat you; they have not seen your true beauty. And in return for your kindness, I will find the man that will accept you as you are, and will be your soul mate. Keep this feather to determine who the one is. Find a man who will have the same feather design as this.'"
Laori paused. "The girl nodded as the bird flew away. As time grew by, the girl lost hope in the bird, even so knowing it was a bad thing to do, she was a person like you and me. She had doubts. She wondered if the bird had forgotten her while six years passed by. Though she thought the bird had forgotten, she did not abandon the feather. In any case, it was pretty. Only one day, a boy a year older than her, encountered her and bowed his head. The girl stared as the boy spoke, 'It's a pleasure to meet you, fair maiden. I was sent by Ruhao. My name is Kuho.'"
"Is that the end? Mom, you used too many complicated words for Lenalee to understand," Komui said. "And really mom, that was a bit cheesy. And the ending didn't seem proper."
"It was a pretty story though!" Lenalee said.
"Did you even understand that?" Komui countered, teasing her young immature mind.
"Bleeeh!" Lenalee stuck out her tongue.
"That's not proper, Lenalee!" Komui said.
Lenalee ignored her brother and turned to her mom. "Thank you for the story!"
"You're welcome, Lenalee," Laori smiled. "Keep that feather. You might meet someone too. But due to this happening, there will be confusions and obstacles on the way."
"..Do I have to kiss him?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Ewww! Boy cooties!" Laori and Komui laughed as Lenalee droned about how boys were mostly rude and hardly ever polite, rather nice, for that matter.
"Ah..." A young male said as he watched as a small feather floated down onto his head. He plucked it out of his mud brown hair, eyes in wonder of what it actually was. "It's a blue bird's... feather?"
The boy looked up to the sky. "How could a feather get in here? Bluebirds aren't so common in these areas either... where did this come from?" The boy stuck his head out to spy for the bird again, only to see the sky colored blue with fluffy white there and there.
The boy leaned onto his seat again, staring at his feather. It was pretty. It was at least half a foot, obviously blue, with black spread out like vines and there was a little white on the tips. 'Hey, maybe I could make a bookmark out of this!' he thought. "Mana!"
The boy stood up from his chair, abandoning the open book on his table titled 'The Bluebird Legend' in both Chinese and English that he was just barely starting. He ran into the kitchen, passing a room where his dirt brown haired brother slept, and to where a man was preparing lunch for the small growing boy and himself. The boy waved a feather in the called man's face. "It's a feather, a pretty one too! Could you make this into a bookmark for me?"
"Quiet down. Your big brother will wake," The man, who we'll assume is Mana, pulled his face away from the feather. "This is quite a rare find. You want to keep this forever, am I right?"
"Yeah!"
Mana pat the boy's head and ruffled it. "I'll get working on it as soon as I finish making lunch. Okay, buddy?"
"Yes!" The boy jumped. Mana laughed at the boy. "Now get going, Allen."
Allen, the small boy, nodded. He trotted back to his book. His hair grown long to the middle of his neck that was always tied up high on his head, it bounced as he ran away, his silver blue eyes glowing in happiness. The pitiful boy did not know his mother or father. He only knew that his parents abandoned him and his brother as young children, for no obvious reason. They were wonderful children, he and his older brother, if you took care of them enough to make them change their horrible personalities.
The boy loved books. Picture books -which he found fun because of the stories he could make up-, children's books, chapter books, young adult books, adult books -though Mana kept those books completely away from him-, historical, fantasy, biography, fiction, even books that seemed with no use, no moral. No matter the content, all books were important to him. Which was good, because he had a reading level slightly higher than normal children his age, but it didn't exactly help that he always read in the dark though.
Soon, the boy came out with his book and looked at his father. "Mana, can I read this out here? I don't know some of the words for it."
"Sure, go ahead and read here. Read out loud. That way you'll catch your mistakes," Mana said.
Allen first showed the words he could just understand or read as Mana explained each word he didn't know. Mana set himself back to working on the unprepared lunch as Allen read the semi-large text of his book.
He was on a page where there just the sky and clouds and a bird, adorned in blue and complicated vines of black and white and red. "There is a bird that lives for hundreds of years, maybe even thousands of years. This bird was special." Allen flipped the page seeing a girl and a boy on each page. "He helped people who wanted to find someone to love. No matter in what situation. Only when they really wanted one."
He flipped the page again. "The story starts when a girl took care of a bird..."
Coming toward the end after an estimation of five hours, asking about words along the way, which included the time to eat lunch (but that didn't stop him from reading), he finished the book to its last page. "The man kissed the woman and ever since, the legend was passed on. It is a legend, because it cannot be pro... prov..." Oh well he would as Mana later. "proven, it only happened once... with a man and woman."
"Excellent, Allen!" Mana said. "But perhaps spending five hours reading a book isn't too healthy for you. Go on and play with your toys."
A child with shoulder-length hair sat beside the tree, resting against the tree's body and in its shade. The child's navy blue hair swaying softly back and forth with the soft wind, and angry, irritable look etched on his features. His legs crisscrossed and one arm over the other.
Damn. What the heck was he doing, just sitting? Should he not be... training?
Che.
This was stupid. The moment he'd felt a strong odd sensibility, he'd immediately stopped train with his wooden sword (which he named Daisuke*, oddly enough) and took shade and waited for something to happen ever since.
"Forget this," he stood up quicker than anticipated and flinched at a small breeze with a little confusion.
"Ah... whatever. It must've been a spasm," he thought.
A small blue feather made its way down, waiting to be caught by whoever it should belong to. Making way onto the boy's head, unnoticed.
He took a swipe at his wooden sword and began to walk out of the shade, noticing what the time of day it was. Not much sunlight was out anymore, and he assumed it was just about seven.
Che. Time to go in for dinner.
* Daisuke, because I could think of no other name. You all have probably predicted that I would name the next, actual sword after Mugen for Kanda.
Hey... I'm a bit depressed, but I hoped this brang my mood up, and I think it did.
You know, I honestly don't know if there's a legend like that... but it seemed nice, right? I got it from Bakuman's opening.
I kind of enjoyed writing it. By the way, it is pretty obvious that this is AU and not the Exorcist, Noah world.
Did you enjoy? I hope you did. Because according to my profile, it's my first story. And because I tried my best to recover what wasn't saved on my computer.
I thank you for reading.
Please R&R. It would bring me joy, though it is your decision.
And did I portray the right character for each character so far? (Am I even good at writing this? I find sloppy/unplanned/grammar-filled stories... unacceptable.)
And excuse me if I do not update... at all... I'll be graduating middle school myself... and I have a strong case of procrastination. I however, also have a second life here. That has at the very least 5 ongoing stories that aren't updated constantly. I'm getting myself back onto that.
So please excuse me if there is no update.
(Bummer for you because you just read the entire thing.)
Please point out any errors I have made.