Okay so I'm sitting here thinking of like nothing and then suddenly I'm writing this! It's like i couldn't control myself!My goodness! Well anyways I don't believe this is a love story. At least...I kinda want it to be one. For future reference The OC, though she doesn't bare resemblance acts...nothing like Yuuko. I guess she is the wish granter of KHR except with a different personality and speech pattern. But anyways Im blabbing! On with the show!
That Which Cannot Be Held
Chapter One
They say there is no such thing as a blue rose. And that if there were it would be nearly impossible to find. Something so rare so beautiful so perfect...you can imagine it but realistically you know there is no such thing. My mother loved those kinds of things...she even named me after one such thing. Aoi Bara, the blue rose of her dreams. But that is all I basically am to her, a dream. Her last dream...she knew. She knew when she went into labor that she wouldn't survive. There can only be one in the world at a time. And now I am the only one.
"Be careful you guys...this place gives me the creeps." Yamamoto heard through his earpieece. He grin slightly at Tsuna's shaky voice.
"Tsuna-kun, you didn't have to come. Gokudera and I could have handled this. Right Gokudera?"
"Hmph. I could've done this on my own." The silver haired bomber muttered attempting to light his cigarette.
They were looking for someone important...really important. This mission was top priority over anything else that demanded Tsuna's attention.
"This place is pretty big...really big."
"The earpieces will work within a five mile radius of each other so even if it is a big city you should always be in contact with each other."
"Thanks Irie." Tsuna said before he went his own direction. Gokudera went on his own as well leaving Yamamoto to search down the straight path ahead of him. Yamamoto's brow furrowed as he walked on keeping an ear and an eye out for any signs of life. This city has been deserted for decades since a war broke out between rival families. He didn't know the whole story but apparently this Blue rose person was the thing that ended it all. How a woman in her late- something blue entered his peripheral momentarily before fluttering on. It was odd seeing even the smallest splash of color amidst all the grays and brown. Not a single life form not even grass and suddenly there's a...a butterfly?
Yamamoto followed the butterfly, only catching glimpses of where it was heading before dashing to follow it. He couldn't figure out why he was chasing a butterfly when he should be looking for an old woman but he couldnt seem to resist its call.
"*skirch*-ny si-*skirch* ye-*skirch*?" Damn! How could he have gotten so far so quickly?"
"Tsuna? Can you hear me Tsuna? Gokudera-kun?"
"*skirch*ama*skirch*oto*skirch*" Shit, he couldn't turn back or he'd lose the butterfly...Maybe just maybe...They would understand. Surely Tsuna would. He hoped. The little blue bugger didn't seem like it would wait for him so he ran after it jumping and ducking over fallen trees and wood beams.
He followed through the ruble of a fallen building, careful not to slip. When he got through it he saw the butterfly float over what should have been a field to a greenhouse. Or what used to be a green house at least. The glass was dirty and most of it's panels were broken. The butterfly flew through the cracked door and disappeared into the darkness beyond it. Yamamoto swallowed nervously, slapping himself inwardly. There was no on in this town but an old woman what the hell was he nervous about?
When he walked in through the door careful of the broken glass he stopped completely short. The door shut behind him but he was too awestruck to care. The greenhouse...everything on the inside was completely different from the outside. Everything was bright and vibrantly colored. Flowers of kinds he couldn't identify flourished in the cool building. Weren't greenhouses usually hot? This must be some kind of illusion then...Why else would such a beautiful place be in the middle of a deserted and dirty city?
"It is no illusion." A deep feminine voice spoke. He nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Everything you see before you is as real as you and I" He followed the voice as best as he could and was at an utter loss for words when he finally found her.
There sitting on an argyle patterened...couch? was a woman. A Young woman. Her hair was so long, ridiculously so, it coiled of its own accord on a bed of wildflowers at her feet. The silky black tresses only brought out her pale complexion and even paler eyes. Even from this distance though he could see the hints of blue that made up her hazy eyes. In all honesty she looked...rather like a vampire but Yamamoto slapped the thought down. It wasn't until the pesky blue butterfly landed on something in the woman's hair that he finally thought speak.
"Are you...the blue rose?"
"The one and only." She said picking up an ornate pipe of some kind.
"I-I don't understand...this place is beautiful but from the outside-"
"Everything that lies beyond these walls is naught but a lie."
"So this is real but everything- the city the and-and dead woods around it- are all a lie? An illusion?" Surely Tsuna would've seen through it...Maybe thats why he got the creeps.
"Your friend has an incredible gift. But it is not nearly strong enough to see through it. No man can for it is not an illusion nor a mirage."
Yamamoto stared at her trying to process the information she just gave him. It didnt make any sense really. None at all. It's not an illusion but it's not real? What the hell was she saying?
"You are here for a reason Yamamoto Takeshi. Are you not?"
"Ah...We've come in search of you. We need your help." She looked over his face, setting the pipe down and picking a small yellow flower.
"My help comes with a price."
"We'll pay it."
"It is not as simple as that. The priced payed must be equal to that of the task. No less, no more. If it is not absolutely equal there will be consequences."
"You cant help us then can you?"
"For the right price I can. That is why you are here after all."
"What would the price be?"
"That depends entirely on the task at hand." She stood walking over to yamamoto and he couldnt help but notice her clothes. They were...different. As if they were from another era entirely. Her chilled fingers reached out and touched his cheek. It felt as though the wind was knocked clear out of him.
"I see...You wish to get them back don't you?"
"What?" He shook his head stepping back from the woman. "Yeah..yes I...we do." What was wrong with him?
"Then you must listen carefully..."
As cruel as it is I'm ending the first chapter here. Its a new story and so far I really like it. It will only be a few chapters long. No more then 3 I hope.
Anyways please review/flame/hate/give me a cookie!