Hey hey! Rie here! I bring you another story after many months later. I've been having this file in my folder lingering around and since I'm really bored today, I decided to post it. Of course… I can't say I can update soon since there are still loads of school work and… COLLEGE ENTRANCE EXAMS! *dies* is nearing. So don't expect much from me. BUT I will try my best to update as sooooooon as possible. nyahaha..

Oh! And this is still unbeta-ed so if you guys find an error; don't hesitate to inform me, 'kay? I like getting corrected, esp. in writing.

Anyway. I bring you the short prologue of my newest fic, Resonance of the Heart. Yuhp... I also think it sounds cheesy… XD

Prologue

"If I disappeared before you and appeared behind you, will you still see me?"

The wind grew colder as it blew past me. I hugged myself, trying to acquire warmth; yet to no avail only found nothing but cool air.

What? I confusedly asked myself. I gazed at my hands having this discoloring effect, fading as if they were made by fine powder. My eyes widened. Questions and baffled thoughts seized my mind. Cutting of my train of thoughts, the wind abruptly picked up speed. Instead of gust hitting contact with flesh like it had always done during my training sessions, my ethereal body swayed with the wind as the dust did beneath me. I felt a weird sensation, like a surge of powerful magic was swirling inside of me. When the weather calmed down, the part of me which the wind pulled away came back to where most of my body was. My knees unbuckled under me. I came to understand what had just happened. I punched the hard ground repeatedly with shut eyes that were on the verge of tears. No! I mentally screamed. Don't you dare cry! You're a warrior! You were trained to be strong and only that! Tears aren't taught by those people who you were under! A voice inside me said.

"That's right. I mustn't cry. I'll be letting them down if I just cry here and wail upon my misfortune. God! I am a demon for Pete's sake! No! Don't…." I suddenly envisioned a smiling face. "… cry…" My tears flowed freely then. I pounded the earth beneath me once more. The earth cracked with every wild strike, scattering debris and pulverized rocks. I shouted and bawled in the loudest voice I could muster every frustrations, every bereavements that I have experienced. My words not chosen, not thought out; just random strings of questions and statements on how unforgiving and iniquitous life is (even if I didn't choose it to happen).

Minutes have passed by and my outburst died down. I stayed in a kneeled position, my head bowed low as an indebted servant would with his master. At the side of my head, my arms supported my weight. My closed fists were covered with a variety of deep and shallow cuts and bruises. Dust and tiny rocks clung to my cuts, blood as the adhesive. The ground under my arms formed a crater from the force of my berserk. My eyes still shut tight. My breathing was steadier than before; but my tense body shivered, not because of the cool breeze that kept blowing my ghostly body away, but of the realization that I will never be able to touch her again, to intertwine my calloused fingers with her soft ones, to stroke a loose strand of her silky hair away from her angelic face and tuck it behind her sensitive ear, to hold her lovingly until sleep consumes us both.

Never again...

I sat up, lifted and pointed my head with eyes still closed to the endless horizon. I took a minute, or maybe an hour - I don't know I wasn't keeping in track of time – in the same position. My mind was utterly blank.

I couldn't think of anything but her. I opened my eyes and gazed at the fogged up sight of the sun. My eyes stung. My body ached. My heart and my mind tired. It came to me seconds later that fatigue has caught up to me. I muttered my last thought before a single tear trickled down my cheek and unconsciousness enveloped me.

"Ojou-sama…"

Loved it? Liked it? Hated it? Spat on it? Tell me all about it with your review! Comments and reviews much appreciated. 8D

Oh oh! I've done a lot of changes in my style of writing too. (Compared to A cake's unfortunate day which I'm still laughing about) I can't say I'm greatly pleased with the prologue. There are still some hanging sentences, i think. I dunno. Maybe it's just the other me talking. Nihaha.. Anyway. Tenkyuu sho beri beri mats por reeding! (that's an example of a sentence from a brain damaged mind! Hurrah!! X.X)

'till my next boring day. XD