A small child sat crying in a rose garden. A much older figure with dark hair sat near, trying to sooth the weeping child.
"She hates me." The child whispered.
"No she doesn't you should know that." The older figure spoke gently.
"Then why is all she ever does is curse at me?"
The older figure sighed.
"Your mother loves you.....I know she does."
"Really?" The child whispers.
"Yes, but she's sick right now....very sick. But I want you to remember Daddy loves you, and I'll try and love you extra hard until Mommy gets better. I'll be with you forever, I promise......
The scene changes the same child a little bit older is sitting in a pitch black room, just sitting.
The door opens, casting little light. A Maid walks in.
"Akito, it is time for your Father's funeral....are you ready?"
The child makes no replay.
Again the scene changes, the child now a teenage is pacing back and forth in the same dark room. She suddenly screams at a hunched figure at her feet.
"How did it break!!?HOW! Tell me! She slaps him hard with a wooden cane. He winces.
"I,I don't....know...." The figure whispers.
Akito drops the cane and sinks to her knees sobbing.
"Don't leave, Don't leave, Don't leave, Don't leave me!" She screams like a demon.
The figure embraces her shaking body.
"I won't EVER leave you, I promise." Kureno whispers.
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Akito woke in cold sweat, gasping.
Kureno stirred besides her, but did not wake. She sighed and slowly got out of bed. She walk slowly down the hall, trying to avoid the maids.
'Why that dream, was it because Momiji's and Hiros curses broke yesterday?' She thought to herself as she stepped on the moonlit porch. She gazed mindlessly around the dark garden, the rose garden that her Father had promised he would always be with her.
'Lies.' He had left her, alone.
She had never had a dream like that, no not a dream....
'a nightmare' She thought.
Maybe it was because she missed her Father.
'no its not that...'
She would never admit it, but she knew, deep within her dark and troubled heart. She knew....it meant the end of all she knew, the end of the one thing she thought she would always have... the end was coming.
Coming fast.