"The White Rose Misson"

Couples: Not sure yet. Probably gonna have yaoi cuz I'm a yaoi kind of girl. Dai x Ken, maybe Taichi x Yama. Again, not sure. Anywho, thanks for reading!

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"Binoculars, check. Bandages, check. Voice recorder, check." I packed everything into my purse. "Lipstick, check. Hairbrush, check. Eye shadow, check."

I stood in front of my mirror and surveyed myself with a frown. My hair had been neatly clipped back, a light blush dusted over my cheeks, lip gloss spread on my lips, and a hint of eye shadow smudged over my eyes. I had chosen a light pink and peach dress and platforms. My purse was a soft ivory. I looked good. Damn good. There was no way that Yama wouldn't fall in love with me.

With a fierce look of determination, I marched out of my room. "I'll be home late tonight!" I yelled to any listening family member. "Don't stay up for me!" I didn't bother waiting for a response. I had a mission to complete. Operation Steal Yama Away From Sora had begun.

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I walked down the street slowly, attempting to calm my breaking heart. How could Yama date Sora? How could he?

Sora was evil. Plain and simple.

Horrible evil Sora.

I curled my hands into fists. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. I had spent months trying to win Yama, and all he ever did was blow me off. Why didn't he love me back? Who the hell made the rules about love? If I loved Yama, he should love me back. He just should.

But he didn't.

I sighed and picked up my pace. I only had twenty minutes until his date started and I needed to find a place to hide.

It was a nice night. Perfect night for a date. The cherry trees had just begun to bloom and their fragrance colored the night with romance. The moon had risen early and had found her place in the sky, a white diamond in the velvet pinks and yellows of sunset. A breeze stirred the air, lifting my spirits up as it swirled the leaves at my feet. Spring was the season for love.

It was like city was encouraging me. Suddenly the world seemed like such a perfect place, filled with flowers, bird songs, and the fresh adoration of joy and love. I felt like I could do anything. I could fly away from it all if I wanted, and I could Yama floating with me.

I could have his smiles to myself. I could have his embrace. He would write those silly love songs, meaning every poetic word, singing his love for me and me alone. We'd dance under the moonlight, just like in my dreams.

I could imagine how good I looked. An innocent girl walking down the night-tinted sidewalks, her purse swinging to a silent beat, her hair ruffled by an affection wind. Her skirt bustling around a pair of long slender legs. Smiles for everyone but meant for one heart alone. I was the image of youth. The image of hope. The image of love.

I was perfect. I was Motomiya Jun, child of Truth, Love, and Dreams.