Five Roses
By Sachi Gosetsuke
Summary: Five roses…that's how many he gave her. And he told her he would love her until the last one dies (JunxKaz).
Sachi: I finally decided to write something that both JunxKaz haters and fans could enjoy. Why? Well consider this: Namco did in fact create Jun and Kazuya to be together and though we are skeptical on their secret affair, they did in fact have a kid. But just remember that Kazuya and Jun's relationship is both tragic and dark as much as it is mysterious and romantic. So keep that in mind haters and fans, because for the first time in FanFiction history (maybe), you get to choose the ending.
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First Rose: Thorns
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With delicate fingers, she opened the blue box slowly with gentle care.
Inside was a white silk dress as smooth and soft as the feathery wisps of clouds on a bright summer day. And with this white dress were a white pair of sandals to match this beautiful outfit; white sandals that made her about two inches taller, yet not nearly tall enough to reach the height of the one who gave these priceless gifts to her.
Underneath the dress and sandals, and underneath the tissue papers was a note written in cursive Western characters, an unfamiliar sight that she had learn to get used to for the past three weeks, compared to the square and plain Japanese characters. Yet she looked forward to this foreign yet known sight; for "cursive" was the only character he wrote in with her.
But what caught her eye in the midst of the elegant yet plain colors of white and sky blue was a dark, blood-colored rose.
Pushing the stray tendrils of her raven hair behind her ear, she carefully took the rose, admiring it for a moment, and finally took out the cream-colored stationary with its black sharp cursive writing and read it.
Jun,
This rose shall be a symbol of our undying love – including the other ones to come. This is one of five roses that I will give you, and I will tell you this: I will give you five roses to keep…and our love shall never die nor wilt away with these roses until the last one dies.
Meet me this evening after your match by the shores of the lake.
A bright smile formed upon her cherry lips and she kissed the note and set out for a vase to place the single rose in it.
Before she met him, she was just a simple and ordinary woman, who was determined both in body and soul, and was as pure and kind as she was strong. She had both the wisdom beyond her age, and also the very innocence that should have left her long ago. Jun could see the beauty and goodness within others especially when they themselves could not and refused to see. She sought for love and forgiveness, and was strong-willed…however, naive at the same time.
Though a beautiful woman at a young age who could have any man to fall in love with her at first sight, she only saw nature as one of her true loves. She never really did have the desire to be loved and cared for by a man; and ever since she moved from the forests of Yakushima to the hectic city called Tokyo, she felt far too busy with her career as a wildlife officer for romance. But lurking deep within her heart that would soon awaken was a longing.
The longing to be loved. To be touched…and to be kissed by a man that would forever protect and love her. A man whom she can bare a child of her own.
And before she met him, she understood what kind of assignment the WWWC had sent her on. An assignment that could ultimately take her life if she wasn't careful.
An assignment to arrest Kazuya Mishima. Him.
Her friends and old brother told her not to go…however something in her heart told her that this was her destiny. And being the spiritual and psychic one, she always ended up listening to her heart…
Jun understood Kazuya's secret, his dark and terrible curse that he must live with. However she vowed to set free his soul.
No matter what.
The love she kept for him was strong enough. She'll be able to set free his soul. After all, there was no power greater than love. Just as long as she continued to love him, kiss him, and hold him, he will not give into the darkness.
No matter what tragedies he caused…that there were people he had killed, deaths he wanted still, lives he had kidnapped, the places he destroyed… She only needed to know that there was goodness left in him still, getting stronger everyday she spent with him.
Sometimes, like right then as she filled a clear glass vase with water, she felt as if Kazuya never did do these things. That he really didn't want his father dead. That all he wanted was someone to love, and to be loved, and for his soul and mind to finally rest at peace…it was probably true, and that the Devil, his father, and his hate were mere thorns on a rose stem--
"Ouch!"
Jun's reflexes kicked in then when she quickly dropped the rose and held her bleeding finger. A protruding thorn on the rose's stem had pierced into her delicate finger. Oh well. Nothing but a scratch. But the blood seemed to be spilling out quite quickly…
Jun simply picked up the rose and dropped it into the water-filled vase and rinsed off her bleeding finger. The bleeding stopped, but it had left a throbbing pain. It didn't hurt…much.
She shrugged and picked up the gift her love had given her, and went inside her hotel bathroom to try it on. Unknown to her, a drop of blood spilt from her finger and into the water in the vase when she placed the rose in it. The single drop of blood began to curl and coil, soon twisting the clear water's own purity, and turning it a bright shade of red…