purity, innocence, serenity.
your face shines with peace.
let me sing the leaves melody,
guard your heart with the sword of summer.
genuit autumnus, sorror aestas
Kaouri Isamu Wakaba had almost forgotten the thrill of giving birth. Almost.
Her long, chocolate-brown messy curls lay around her pillow. Her tired caramel eyes scanned the room for her new child. The bubble of anxiety and wonder stirred inside her stomach. There was never quite a feeling like it.
Then, there; that was when she walked into Kaouri's life. Or more specifically was carried into her life.
Wrapped in a bundle of soft, cotton pink blankets was the calm serene face of a newborn baby girl. Her small button nose, milk-white skin and pastel-pink lips were set into a tiny frown. Her soft eyelids were curled shut against the dim hospital room lights.
Kaouri's eyes softened at the sight of her daughter. Her daughter. Her worn arms curled protectively around the small blanket-wrapped bundle. My daughter, my daughter.
"Kaouri!"
The hospital's sliding door slid open as her husband rushed in. Even when his blond hair was ruffled, Chiyo Wakaba appeared as the perfect businessman. A ten-year-old boy stepped in uncertainly after his father, his golden-brown eyes wide with excitement.
"Chiyo. Takashi," she whispered hoarsely. Her lips curved into a small smile. "Meet the newest addition to the Wakaba family."
Chiyo's eyes widened. He choked. Slowly, softly, he stepped forward his arms held out slightly in askance. The woman nodded, her chocolate-brown irises fixed on her daughter as she held out her arms.
The businessman gently lifted his daughter into his arms. "What should we call her?" he murmured wondrously, transfixed by the innocent face.
Takashi stared at his younger sister. "Ne, otousan; kaa-san," he piped up. "Let's call her Yori! Yori-chan!" he enthused.
Chiyo looked appalled. "Takashi, that is very informal," he replied. "I cannot even consider that name."
Takashi pouted. "Yori likes it!" he argued. He pointed a finger to the sleeping child's face. "See?"
The blond-haired man glanced at the baby in his arms. A small, relaxed smile had graced the newborn's features. His amethyst irises softened; her first smile.
"Chiyo." His head snapped to his wife's face. "I think we should call her Yori, she looks so happy."
Chiyo frowned. He glanced at his wife's face and then at his son's. "Fine," he allowed. "However, Yori will only be a nickname. She will be called Sayori around other people as a sign of class," he continued sternly.
Takashi's eyes lit up. "Great!" he shouted, "I can hold Yori now?" he asked.
Chiyo rolled his eyes. "Be very careful. She's very fragile. I can't afford any injuries happening to my possible heiress," he warned. Kaouri frowned at the mention of heiress but made no comment as Yori was placed in Takashi's arms.
"Ne, Yori-chan I go to Yuki-Hana Elementary," Takashi said excitedly, "my best friend is a guy called Fuu-kun. He's cool! The girls and guys always give me their snacks and money at break even though I don't ask, so when you go to school they'll be extra-nice to you too. They promised!" he babbled.
Takashi blushed. "I'm talking too much, ne? Well then Yori-chan, ja ne." He handed the newborn girl to his mother.
The tired woman's arms curled around her. A small smile graced her lips. She leaned back into the pillows and gazed at the peaceful little face.
Sayori Wakaba, the peaceful face, was fast asleep at that moment; not knowing about the complex spider web of a life which awaited her.
A/N: This is my first story, a Vampire Knight fic about Sayori Wakaba's life. I fervently hope it will be a success!
I will update every Sunday and on the occasion, a Friday. Or perhaps every Friday or on the occasion a Sunday. I'll clarify in the next chapter.
Thanks,
Starry Leynx
