Disclaimer: I have no rights whatsoever with regards to the ownership of the Hakuouki Characters, but the plot is my idea.
The Hand of Fate: Prologue
Images flitted swiftly past her mind's eye. Her dreams tell of a previous life, haunted by the sadness of a lost love…
'Do I look like I have some incurable disease?'
'You won't tell anyone won't you? If you plan to tell someone, I might have to kill you.'
'You shouldn't be involved with me anymore…'
'If that's what you've decided, then you can do whatever you like.'
'Chizuru-chan, thank you.'
Her dreams weaved and twined, weaving a tapestry of her short life with him… A life so cruelly cut short by the knife called 'disease' and wielded by the fickle hand of fate…
'Chizuru-chan, when the time comes that I must let you go and we must be parted, always remember that my heart will always belong to you.'
'I love you.'
As he gently passed away in his sleep she tries to call out to him, but no sound comes from her mouth as she finds herself being dragged back into her reality, waking only to forget his face and his name while vividly remembering the piercing pain of losing him once more…
o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Yukimura Chizuru woke up with a start, with beads of sweat slipping down from her forehead to her face.
"Ugh…it's that dream again."
After looking over at her bedside table clock, she decided to get out of bed and shower early so she wouldn't be late for her first day as a high school sophomore. After taking her shower, Chizuru gulped down her breakfast rather quickly, grabbed her shinai and school bag and made her way down to school.
"I wonder who that person was?" Chizuru voiced out her thoughts, which were definitely still occupied by the mysterious man. As she turned the corner into the school gates and made her way towards the kendo dojo, her thoughts strayed to the only thing she can remember about the man in her dreams—his smile. The man had such a gentle smile, or so Chizuru would like to think, because every time she tried to remember him, she can only picture his smile—gentle but pained at the same time.
"And he even said 'I love you'", she said out loud again, clearly remembering the last thing the man said, the scene where her dreams would always end and her visions of the man would be obscured once again.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." A voice interrupted her thoughts as she entered the dojo. "Walking absentmindedly and talking to yourself, imagining that someone told you "I love you", shouldn't you already be booking an appointement with the school shrink, Chizuru-chan? You've probably taken too many hits in the head from me, dont you think?"
Standing in the middle of the room was man dressed in his kendo bougu, holding his shinai over his shoulders with a smirk in his face.
"Great," Chizuru muttered. "Of all the people I could possibly see this early on this wonderful spring morning, it just had to be you."
"Heh…too bad for you then. I'm the school's top kendōka so I have to be here and practice."
Ōkita Souji, the bane of her existence, the only person to ever to get on her nerves, just had to be the one to interrupt her thoughts about that mysterious man.
Fate is a very fickle thing. And thus, little did Chizuru know that fate had already set into motion, its hand, and the loom that would weave a new tapestry and connect herself, the man in her dreams, and the boy named Okita Souji, together.
Author's Notes: My first Hakuouki fic and all I can say is…SOUJI! As you can see, I am an Okita Souji fan =P. I just love his character but I don't think the anime's plot did a lot to highlight his character. He's funny, mischievous, kind, a lil bit of a sadist O.o, but he's very devoted as well. I just had to do this. Any comments and rants are appreciated in the form of reviews ^-^