Blackened Rainbow
(This is just a small fanfiction for Jigoku Shoujo Enma Ai, I wrote a scene for it involving characters from my own imagination, any names that are similar to real persons living or dead is purely done by coincidence. This story was written at the 'wee' hours of the morning, any typos or errors please forgive and simply tell me about them and I will fix them.)
In a small remote area where not much but academics, neighborly respect, and popularity matters, resides a small home. The home doesn't say much for it is humble. The windows are a plain square; there are two, all of which have a looming curtain watching those who pass. The door is a simple door. It bears no welcome to visitors nor does it serve a purpose to deter them. The beige of the home neither clashes nor does it accentuate the burgundy of the lurking curtains. The grass isn't as humble as the home, it screams to the neighbors of its color. As proud as the grass is, it looks lonely.
The Hanami family live here in this small, humble home. This family is made up of one daughter, one very beautiful mother, and one hardworking father. They all are seated around the dining table all eating. There is no talking amongst the three, because there is nothing anybody wants to say. Hanami Sakura places the white porcelain bowl down delicately. The bowl is half full of white rice.
"Thank you for breakfast, mother." She bows as expected to her mother and walks to the door, picking up her school bag and slipping her feet into the black leather shoes.
"I can drive you, dear." The woman named Setsuko stares at her daughter's back. Setsuko stops, her hand pressed to the door, it felt cold. It was then that she put on her sweater. She looks at her mother in awe of her mother's beauty. If it wasn't the long jet black hair that surprised her, it was the massive amount of makeup her mother felt the need to put on her face.
"No, thank you mother." She says mother with a hint of resentment, it makes her father cough, warning her of her tone. Sakura cushions her unintentional tone with a half-smile. "My volleyball coach thinks I've gained a bit lately. She says I should walk more." The meek girl says in her sweetest tone. Her father seems more pleased. Her eyes gaze to her father, a plain man with mousy brown hair and dense glasses. Her father's looks do not surprise her for she sees the same thing in the mirror every day.
Finally, she turns to the door and opens it, furrowing her thick, brown eyebrows a bit as she sees a sight that will almost always surprise her. To see such pure, white snow falling was something that brought her one of those rare giddy feelings. It breaks her monotonous face and forces her plain skin to flush a sweet shade of pink.
Snow peppers the neighborhood delicately after a long, feathery flight in the air. The humble door makes a humble sound as it closes behind her. She continues down the short walk way before making her way from her yard and onto the sidewalk. She takes the same route as she always takes, gazing at the snow. The snow fascinated her, it was so simple but so beautiful, unlike her. Her deep, brown eyes wander to the ground; her smile turns into a frown as she observes what happens to the snow when it hits the asphalt of the road. It becomes soiled with the dirt that is build upon on the road made by humans.
She zones so much these days her boring life forcing her into a world of wonder and happiness. One wouldn't see her world by looking at her, one would think she was enthralled in a melancholic world and devoured by teen angst. No, she was perfectly happy with her life, but she was also very bored of it. Turning her attention from the slush on the road she imagines the tiny flakes of snow as small bunnies floating around the atmosphere and kissing her cheek when they graze her skin. She becomes enthralled in her own imagination, a mechanism to banish the dull lifestyle to which she had become accustomed.
In all the stillness and fuzzy imagination she was unaware of her surroundings. A car was speeding up rapidly, blasting the sounds of the latest punk rock band Canzerrr. Her foot hits the asphalt of the road as she rapidly followed a snow flake, playing a game with herself, trying to catch the biggest of snowflakes before they fell.
"HEY!" Was all she heard before her body was tackled to the side, a flash of red sped by her rapidly.
"JERK!"
That word did not come from her mouth, but rather sounded from the body that had tackled her to the ground. She shivers a bit, her bag lay beside of her, tightly sealed not releasing her homework. Her head stiffly turns to the body and tilts up. Her eyes observe a female body, dressed in a uniform of blue and black. The pleated skirt is long, reaching to the ankles; the tie is a dark green color. This uniform is similar to her own uniform, the only difference being that a pin was placed on the aero collar, a pink bow pin with a heart in the middle. The girl is her age and her hair is blond, unusually so. The girl's brown eyes are lighter than Sakura's, sparkling almost.
"Are you okay?"