12 Roses-My fictitious life

Yumi's average in every aspect, except hiding her true feelings, lets face it the cliché about wearing one's heart on their sleeve was created for her. So it would surprise everyone to know that it was indeed Yumi who had been creating the roses tales in their secondyear creative literature class.

And everyone knows Sachiko hates surprises...

So i've been dying to try my hand at a Maria Sama Ga Miteru fic...I own nothing never have and probably never will. I really don't think there's anything more to say other than enjoy the show.

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"Alright class, your papers were interesting to say the least, and while I do so enjoy sifting through one thousand to fifteen hundred words of how each of you managed to magically reenact last night's episode of Sailor Moon; there was one outstanding tale that I will copy tonight and dispense to all of you tomorrow, perhaps you'll each learn something."

Miss. Nakamura's lecture was completely tuned out by the over excited student body of the classroom; they were far too interested in watching the clock, awaiting eagerly the ringing of the bells signifying their release for lunch. Even such a short break was more than welcome and the older woman merely sighed as she handed back papers marked with B- and "You're so energetic in class now put that energy into your writing" sprawled across the pages in red ink. Soon she was down to her last paper and she smiled as she recognized the penmanship. She would have never guessed that the quiet shy earnest simple girl who sat in the back would have created the most interesting tale in the class.

Walking back Yumi's desk noticed fidgeting combined with nervous ticks that worsened upon her approach. It was as if Yumi was preparing the apology in her head.

She could have taken that moment to praise the young teen then and there before the class however her intuition told her that Yumi would prefer to avoid such attention, so rather than congratulate her on having the only one hundred in the class, Ms. Nakamura placed the paper face down, nodded, and returned to her desk resolving to include a note of encouragement on the girls next paper.

Yumi for her part glanced at her writing assignment, the only requirement was that it be between one thousand and fifteen hundred words and as her eyes scanned the page for a grade she rationalized that if any student had completed the word count they would have an automatic one hundred. Placing the paper in her backpack she glanced up at the board reading the homework for the night, it was to add two hundred words minimum to the story they had created. Flinching she wished she could read the tale that Ms. Nakamura was photocopying, so that she would know what exactly the sensei was looking for.

"Yumi chan don't look so down. Everyone got B's and B-'s. She's a new teacher she'll figure out that she needs to curve the grades in order to succeed."

Yoshino's voice instantly pulled her back to the real world and smiling she glanced at Shimako who was staring down at her paper which impossibly was also marked with a B minus a small note sprawled out across the bottom of the page.

"Well that was insightful. Yumi chan I do believe that the bell will ring momentarily, will you be joining me for lunch?"

Smiling and nodding happily Yumi reached down for her bag readying herself to stand and escape the classroom, though so much of her desperately wanted to stay and discuss her grade with the teacher she decided that she could point out her improperly graded paper in their next class.

Yoshino had started a conversation with Shimako before Yumi could pull herself away she glanced at the front of the classroom where the teacher sat at her desk grading papers and silently she wished that she could in fact be with her Onee Sama at that moment. Perhaps at the end of the year she would have cultivated enough skill to write a story that her Onee Sama would enjoy reading. Still recently their relationship had become less than ideal and it was wearing her down. Sachiko sama, her onee sama, was unwilling or unable to discuss with her what was wearing her down.

"Yumi chan are you alright?"

Before she could respond to Yoshino's questioning the bell rang and they all stood uniformly watching as their fellow students rushed the door eagerly heading towards the lunchroom chatting good naturedly.

"Ahh somehow I know I would find you all here. So how did the new writing creative literature class go? Did you all enjoy yourselves?"

"I received a B minus on our first assignment. I do believe that I will perform better upon our next."

Laughing Sei wedged herself between her petite soeur and Yumi, nodding to Yoshino before leaning back against the steps they were seated upon. While the first lunch that the past Rosa Ginantea appeared at had surprised each of them, they had almost come to expect some form of an appearance from the white rose.

". Just try and have fun. What about you Yumi chan? How'd you fair for your first creative writing assignment? What lewd smut have you been hiding within that brain of yours?"

The question threw Yumi through a loop and she was unsure of how to reply. On one hand she was almost ashamed that she had received a higher score than her friends there was no way that her paper could have been better than theirs. And the second she admitted her score they would ask to read her work and while she knew it was completely irrational she preferred that they did not. It was at times such as these she wished for her Onee Sama's ability to tactfully redirect the conversation, or provide an answer that said absolutely nothing.

So she asked herself what would Sachiko say?

Silently she thanked Maria sama when the words came to her, as if they had been whispered in her ear by a savior that only the wind could see.

"Satou san I do believe that you have a class of which you should currently be in."

Sachiko's voice iced over, still Yumi's eyes lit up as she jerked her head left to see none other than her beloved Onee Sama the sight of her stealing the breath from the younger girls lungs. Perfection strode toward them at a leisurely pace, pausing for a moment to smile affectionately in her direction before the smile faded, and Yumi choked in silent desperation as her Onee Sama continued on the connotation of her only speaking with Sei hanging in the air.

Shimako and Noriko shared a worried glance promising themselves that they would first find out what was wrong in the red rose family, and then fix the problem, whatever it may be.

Sei watched the scene unfold as Yumi's face sank thinking once more that the poor girl truly couldn't hide anything.

Still she couldn't help but to wonder…

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After school Yumi found herself to be the only petite soeur once again within the confines of the council room, rather than complain she busied herself with the art of tea making. Silently wishing that her friends were there for she had yet to make tea without burning herself, and each time she handled the delicate tea cups her heart fluttered in fear that she would drop them.

one trick was to set the tea cups on the table then fill them with fresh tea rather than fill them at the sink as she normally would, and attempt to carry them to the table. Sei sama had offered her that jewel of information upon her first year at Lillian. Shaking her head silently she wondered briefly if there was a way she could avoid the situation completely.

They meant well, and she was earnestly grateful to have such friends that cared. The bonds between the council were powerful long lasting and Yumi found herself pleased to have known such personalities however she was unsure that she could handle being at the table, open to their silent examination as they each sought to find what was wrong with her. Alas she had stay and well

Either way there was tea that had to be poured. She busied herself with the nominal tasks of preparing the council room for the meeting that was to commence. Experience told her that she would have the silence for close to five more minutes before the roses would filter in.

"Yumi Chan!"

Sei's arms wrapped themselves around Yumi, her left hand just happening to come to a rest quite close to the younger teenager's chest. Despite her fluttering heart rushing a surprised blush to her cheeks Yumi smiled relishing the comfort that the familiar gesture brought offered.

"Rosa Gigantea please I don't believe this is appropriate."

Yumi's heart just wasn't in the protest and Sei smiled though behind her smile her mind was running through different scenarios of why Yumi would be alone with such sadness playing its self across her face.

"Yumi chan where is your mind at the moment?"

Sei's question brought the pig tailed girl back from deep thoughts that she not meant to loose herself with and upon her realization of what had happened she helplessly blushed vividly.

"Ahh Rosa Gigantea I…"

It was that moment of course that Rei chan made her presence known at the doorway . Cursing under her breath Sei swore that she would uncover what was bothering her innocent Yumi chan before grinning like the Cheshire cat, Making a mental note to double check that the newspaper club wasn't publishing articles on her Yumi chan once again, Sei wrapped Yumi in her arms once again, this time there was no mistaking her intentions and Yumi squeaked as Sei's left hand in this embrace managed to find…

The meeting was indeed as Yumi had prophesized everyone at the table drowning under the tension still Sei's presence had helped and even Sachiko was willing to admit that.

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Yumi's soundless foot falls padded through her dark bedroom as the sounds of tears falling from the sky magically added to the melancholy atmosphere. Silently she wished for rest that wouldn't come, instead of rest she sat at her desk for a moment resolving to do her homework. Slowly with steel drive she clicked on her desk lamp, the artificial illumination bringing light to her writing assignment.

12 Roses

Twelve roses- the symbol of eternal love.

The kingdom of the roses was in a constant state of peril, for while there were many who admired the beauty and elegance of it's walls, there were those who would rather see it burned to the ground. In oerder to prevent this situation the King and the Queen created their own guards. The king's was filled with strapping men within the tip shape of youth, who were ready to defend the castle, king, and his family with their lives.

This story however is of the Queen's guardians. Maria cared for all in her kingdom and while her husband's guards were sufficient in protecting the palace her heart existed within her people. Unwilling to leave them defenseless she created the Yamigari, who watched over the kingdom traveling to and fro, the only female knights in the land. The noble three refers to the three branches named after the varieties of roses that grew in the land, the white roses were kin to rogues their talents unknown learned from thieves though one would not know it upon speaking with them. The yellow roses were quite powerful indeed known for their physical strength, agility, most of all their swordsmanship. The final branch of roses were the red roses, beautiful but deadly they excelled in the lost art of sorcery.

One could not simply be picked to be a knight of this order, they spent years as the petite soeur to a preexisting knight, until they passed the ordeals of knighthood. Our story starts with the Rosa Chinneses Petite Soeur.

You see in order to be recognized as a full-fledged knight one must accept a petite soeur, and in order to attend the ball without an escort of the courts choosing, one must be a full-fledged knight. The old fashioned rules wrought her ire for she herself had passed six of the seven requirements for knighthood with prodigious talent, her one missing mark was that of choosing a student.

"I refuse to attend."

Youku smirked unabashedly displaying amusement at her petite soeurs predicament. For the counterpart the court had appointed to her was simply unacceptable. She had warned the young knight on many occasions, going as far as to point out suitable candidates each displaying certain traits of which hinted at underlying predisposition to magic.

"You are required to attend, it is one of your duties as a knight, full fledged or not. There is still hope after all, you do have six hours left to find a petite soeur, announce the joining, and alert the court to your change in state."

Their conversation died at that moment as the knight's eyes widened then hardened with resolve. Rushed as it may be, she would find her petite soeur that day if It killed her, for there was no way that she would willingly allow such a man in the same room as her, let alone cling to his arm for an infinite night of awkward dancing, false sentiments of happiness, and forced laughter.

She was clothed faster than her onee sama could comprehend and before Youku could open her mouth, the younger knight stormed out of her chamber a whirlwind of determination bore of desperation.

As she elegantly strode through the castle she could feel the eyes of servants gawking at her, their presence was rather annoying however she tolerated the attention for it was after all only once a year that the entire yamagari and the kings men took up residence at the castle. The ball was to be lavish, a kingdom wide event that nobels and the upperclass traveled for miles to attend.

"Where could you be?"

She whispered searching the grounds from the stable hands to the kitchen pages she gave every individual at the castle a lasting glance searching for the sparks to indicate any glimmer of magical talent.

"And what might I ask could such a beautiful rose be doing out here alone?"

Turning about roughly her long dark hair intertwining with the wind her blue eyes iced over as the image of Satou Sei appeared before her. The yellow rose was one of which she found rather annoying, the rogue was undoubtedly uncouth. Her dislike for the woman meant nothing for even with disdane even Sachiko had to admit the older woman held much skill when it came to her trade. Sei had the ability to read even the most closed off of people as if they were open books a fact that unnerved Sachiko to her core, for she found that there were aspects of herself the other woman knew at a glance that she had yet to even realize yet.

"What is it that you require Satou san?"

The words were ice, frozen venom that did nothing but add to the mirth glimmering in Sei's eyes.

"Ahh this Rose has thorns. Come now it can not be that terrible. I do sense at least one castle hand that has the potential to perform magic. Can you not feel her pull?"

The question should have been rethorical, for they both knew that if Sachiko could find this magic user she would already have her name taken from the escorted ladies list. Closing her eyes she felt for the power, searching for the girl of which Sei spoke of.

Finally she felt weak ties of magic flowing about someone by the north wall, which made no sense. No one traveled to the north wall, it was interconnected to the rose forest that was protected with enchantments to powerful the king and queen were unable to enter at certain times. There was no reason for a palace hand to be intruding upon such hollow ground.

Soon she and Sei, much to her displeasure, found themselves looking at a simple young maid, whose back was to them as she tended to a wounded sparrow. As she placed it back onto the wall gently placing a finger on it's forehead Sachiko wondered if she was attempting to communicate with the creature. However she was thoroughly disappointed when after a moment of silence the girl turned around catching sight of them.

Shaking with fear she took an instinctual step back silent still.

"What might I ask do you think you are doing here? This ground is not open to the standard staff."

Sachiko's cold words caused the girl to shake in place however before she could continue her reprimand she noticed the light swirls of blue around the girl, recognizing the magic when she saw it, she couldn't help but to grow her ire. For she had indeed found the one hand in the palace that might be eligible for a position with the roses and it was but a simpleton that had no regard to rules.

"have you a name?"

The small girl squeaked almost inaudibly.

"Yumi."

Sachiko's arms crossed before her chest for a moment as she gazed down at the girl, her large brown eyes watering tears threatening to spill yet somehow she was able to staunch the flow and with a sigh Sachiko released her anger.

"Come, we will discuss this infringement among with a choice few other topics."

There were many questions that would need to be answered before she could declare the girl her petite soeur, and such a fool undoubtedly would be released from service by the queen and king, deemed unfit for the duties of a knight within a month. Smiling to herself she knew that this insolent child, was the solution to her problems, and with that stress relieved Sachiko began her journey to the main rooms of the castle with Yumi following behind her quaking in fear.

Satou Sei however remained where she had been standing her eyes widening as she noticed the bird the maid had been fawning over. It's wing that had an obvious break in it moments ago now appeared ready for flight. The magic blindingly bright as the bird leapt into the air soaring over her head creating momentarily a second sun in the sky.

Never had she seen magic of that magnitude and for a moment she could only gawk.

"Who are you really Yumi chan?"

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Tapping her pen against the paper Yumi wondered how she ought to go about continuing her story, logically the next step would be to show the Yumi and Sachiko traveling through the halls of the castle however that seemed rather taxing and to be honest boring.

Resting the tip of the pencil against her lip she asked herself what she wanted to show the audience, and it became clear. Yumi in no way was a prime candidate for such a task as to follow anyone into knighthood, yet at the same time Sei sama saw something in her that convinced both herself and the queen to allow such arrangements to be made.

And just like that the solution was in her mind.

Placing her pen on the paper the words flew.

After an immeasurable amount of time Yumi leaned back in her chair both exhausted and reminiscing of her first few days with her own Onee sama, troubled mind relaxing at last as it slipped back into her first few memories with Sachiko sama. as her weary eyes closed her head fell forward coming to a rest on her desk and her mind allowed her to be swept into the arms of her idol as they danced across the room.

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So What'd you think? Drop a review and I'd be ever so greatful. The next chapter will be Yumi's 2nd chapter. I can only hope that it was as pleasurable for you all to read as it was for me to write.

Yours truly,

-G. Laces