A/N Okay, so I know that I added this pretty late. I was actually planning to introduce it as a companion chapter, but it needed to be in the prologue. Also, can any of you give me some tips on japanese names? I'm not that well informed, and its a problem to go surf the net everytime I want a nice sounding name.
She looked out the window. The castle was made of stone. The turrets were jagged. A cove of sharp shiny wet rocks surrounded the castle. There were clouds. Waves broke abruptly on the rocks, it was almost as if the rocks were beheading the waves, and the spray was the lifeblood.
She sat, arms crossed, staring out of the window. She remembered a time past. When she, and a silver haired boy played together, before time made them cruel and scheming adults.
She was naked. Her red hair was wound in a topknot on the top of her hair. Her spine and ribs pressed painfully against her back. Her cloak pillowed her torso.
Winter.
She lay in a crumpled heap; the snow gently falling around them. Them. The silver haired boy was close too. No longer children though. Adolescents. The lay together, their nose pressed against each other. They didn't seem to be upset by the cold.
They were in an ice garden. A single red rose hung on a bush. She reached out for it, and a single drop of blood welled and fell on the ground.
He ripped off a strip of his brand new kimono, the kimono that had been given to him to mark him a member of the taiyoukai clan. He pressed her hand. She tried to wave him away, laughing, her pearl white teeth as white as the snow, her red hair coiled around her. But she stopped at the look in his face.
She felt it too. He put out a hand to cup her chin, his fingers moving against her smooth, unblemished skin. His hand moved down her shoulder, and curled around her hand. He lifted it to his lips.
"Ryoko..." He kissed her hand. She smiled slightly, shrugging her shoulder.
A tear rolled down her cheek, and dropped to her crossed arms. It began to rain.