Welcome readers! This is my second one shot in the Soul Eater part of FanFiction! I really hope you all enjoy this story. It's one I've been wanting to write for months but just never got around to it. Hopefully everyone out there likes it. C:
I stare deeply into the petals. The white, plain petals of delicateness of the blossom.
The camellia blossom. A beauty of nature. Definitely a beauty. But despite its beauty, it it known for having no scent. A boring flower.
What is there to be of as a flower with no scent? A blossom with just a striking appearance, but no scent. A plain, old flower. Who wants that?
Now, if there is next to nothing left for this blossom, what is there for me? I do share the same name as this flower. Tsubaki. We share a name, therefore, we must be somehow connected.
Is all there is for me nothing? A weapon, whose meister will eventually leave? A weapon who can't become any more powerful, physically or mentally?
What is in store for me? A scentless flower.
That is all I am.
I stare even further into the petals. Surely, there must be something more. There must be a purpose.
But, however, there are some things in life that exist that seem to not have a purpose? Like us humans. What is our purpose? Why are we here?
Why am I here?
I must have a purpose. Everything does, right? Whether it be tragic, bliss, or faithful. All things have a purpose.
But if this is true, what is mine?
The plain, colorless petals stare right back into my violet eyes. It's as if they mock me, as if they tell me since we both are given the name of a scentless flower, we are nothing.
I'm afraid the blossom might be right.
For what is the purpose of a camellia? I'm not so sure myself, and I am a camellia. I am Tsubaki.
I lean in closer, pressing my nose into the center. Still no scent. Nothing. Just the emptiness of no fragrance. Not one single blossom in the entire bush has an aroma that can fill my nostrils with a pleasant sensation. None have a scent to bare.
I have no scent to bare.
I am a camellia. The sorrowful flower. No scent, just an outer shell. Nothing on the inside to be known for. Just known for being a tragedy.
Tsubaki.
The sorrowful name. The flower of holding destiny in one's hands.
An entire flower to control someone else's fate.
Maybe that's why we do not have a scent. Because we are supposed to hold the future of others. It's a burden to us blossoms. Maybe that is why we are known for being a tragic flower.
But poor Black Star, he can only go so far if I continue to be his weapon.
His weapon, a tragic flower with no fragrance.
Perhaps I have no scent because I am a pushover like my brother says. I am supposed to hold the destiny of others on my shoulders. That is the camellia blossom's meaning...
I glance back at the bush, and see a few stray petals on the ground beneath us.
Oh, pretty flower, how tragic you look when your petals scatter. You bloomed so silently, and now it fades away silently. No one will know of the journey you took to get hear.
You lived and died silently.
Is this the fate of each and every camellia? For us to grow up silently, and sorrowful? And then, for us to fade away and die from the world silently? No one knowing of our passing, because of our silence?
Is that all there is to a camellia?
The Camellia blossom, "Tsubaki" in my case.
A flower with no fragrance,
It proclaims nothing; it only blossoms.
Then its petals scatter, it is tragic and eerie.
I am Tsubaki, the flower of no fragrance.
It's so much shorter than I wanted it to be, and my shortest story ever written on this website! I know, it was sad. I still love Tsubaki, though. She's such a beautiful character, and I admire all she had to go through growing up. She's actually a great idol for many people. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this. Until next story!
-ClarityVee