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Withered Roses~ 1
Boboli Gardens
Florence, Italy
December 3rd, 11:01 a.m.
I wonder why I am not like my sisters. Is it because I was the firstborn? Or because my mother was gentler than my half-sisters' mothers? These questions have never been answered.
My name is Lavorare a Maglia de Lance. I am not like you. My sisters and I possess a dark secret that we must keep for an eternity, if we wish to live on in this world. We are each different, but I stand out the most. I am more compassionate, more merciful, and quieter than my sisters. I am unlike any other of our kind, as father puts it.
Ah, father. Father is a very rich man, a descendant of some king, I believe. He has had 7 wives. Only 5 of them have bore him a child, including my mother. After a child is born, he kills his wives. Do not be alarmed, he is only following tradition. But, my mother was my father's true love. In fact, he wasn't the one who killed her, from what he's told me.
The only thing I have left of my mother is the crystal lock she used to always wear. I don't know why, but I can never take it off. I probably shouldn't overbear you with my issues, though.
I like Boboli Gardens. It's always crowded, yet quiet. In these gardens, I don't have to be completely silent and docile. Here, no one hates me for my differences. Actually, here, no one even notices me. And I like it. One day, I wish I could just be all alone here forever.
Yet, why does my heart ache every time I think that?
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The Firenze Villa
Florence, Italy
December 3rd, 2:56 p.m.
We all sat in father's study. Father was actually a very kind man, but I can tell that there is something not so pretty behind all the kindness. Something bitter and isolated, begging to be released.
"Daughters, I have something important to announce," he pronounced. My four younger sisters looked at him curiously. I kept my head down.
"We're moving to Japan," he proclaimed. For a while, the study was still. "Why?" Vento, my youngest sister, asked. "Because, Japan seems to be an appropriate place for you ladies to learn about life," he replied.
Diluviare, my second youngest sister, was the next to protest. "Father, this is outrageous! There is nothing in Japan for us! We are people of the night! And where better to dwell in the night, then Italy?"
"You have much to learn, Diluviare," my father said. "Do you plan to hide in the shadows forever?" Diluviare was shocked, and did not know how to counter. Terreno and Fuoco merely stared.
"What do you have to say about this, Lavorare?" Father addressed. At first, I did not answer, instead contemplating the pro's and con's of the results to this situation. Finally, I decided that Japan would not be enough to change the course of our lives, yet teach us enough to please father.
I did not know how wrong I was.
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A/N- Yay! I finished another one...I think my imagination is going beserk, though. Well, I just watched Twilight...and it was awesome!! I'm glad it kept to the book's storyline. Anyways, I decided to put Forbidden Propinquity on hold for this story. Also, I'll probably only be working on The Cross Alliance and this one. I hope you guys enjoy this story!
