So this was originally inspired by Shurapirate's color change but it quickly spiraled out of control and took a form of its own. To be honest I have no idea how long this story will be I'm predicting ten chapters top, but you never know sometimes. Anyways, I don't want to give anything away so I suggest you guys take a read. Hope you enjoy!
Also I obviously do not own Kaleido Star, if I did I was an amazingly, gifted child to be able to create such a wonderful anime at the age of ten. Joking aside, I have no affiliation to the making of Kaleido Star, I'm just a third party who found the storyline amazing and was inspired by the characters to write.
This is AU.
Newly sprouted the little vines curled softly around the tiny vase. Held lovingly in her hands, Sora softly prodded at each growing leaf. Unlike the other nick-nacks and tidbits thrown in the back of the rumbling moving van the tiny plant was nestled securely in her lap. A small parting gift she picked exclusively for the move.
Rolling to a stop the large beast of a vehicle halted, Sora instantly squished between the two burly movers who had been kind enough to escort her along with her belongings. With a surefire clap against her shoulder the tiny woman holding the even tinier plant "eeped". An easy going smile blossomed on her face. She quickly climbed out of the moving van with some help from the older of the two helpers.
It didn't take very long for all her furniture to be set out in their rudimentary place. Although the house was rather grand her belongings were sparse. How easily it could be to fit her little feather of an apartment inside the smallest room of the immaculate little mansion.
Making her way through the foyer, her soft prodding footsteps echoing eerily against the white washed walls. Another few meters of steps brought her into a well lit kitchen. Ever so softly she sat the little black vase down against a large bone colored bay window. Petting the flowers once again delighted in how the woodsy scent lingered on to her fingertips.
A few hours after settling in. Sora found her most favored part of the house. Right outside of the large bay window sat a trudge of vines scrawling up and down the brick panels. She settled outside in the remnants of a garden. In her favorite chair, a rickety yellowing rocker whose brambles and wicker were slowly unwinding, she sat. Pushing her knees back and forward she comforted in the way her bottom sunk permanently into the weakest part of the seat. On top of her thighs sat a large portfolio. The wiry spirals holding the rigid thing together worried into her lap compressing small amusing welts on her overly white legs.
Pushing the black residue from her pencil off the sketchbook Sora entertained the thought of going to the fields nearby. Her legs could really use some sun after such a unusually long winter. Nibbling her eraser Sora focused upon the scenery. The luminous perch of forest against the large hills a wonderful template to sketch.
Rocking forward a grin pulled at her lips, in the distance an abundant of white tail dear scrambled out of the forest. Many little yearlings scattered down the clearing a bravado in their young spirits. A few male colts practiced their buck fighting, developing horns tangling into each other as the brown coated females pranced through the open fields below, fluffy signature tails standing rapt in attention for the slightest sign of danger.
For hours Sora drew the skittish animals. None of the creatures daring to come closer than a hundred feet of the lonely white mansion. With the sun setting casting shadows on her work the languid woman began to close up her binder. The smile diminishing only slightly at the prospect of losing her muse for the night.
At the moment she was about to pack up and carry her chair inside something struck her eye. Weaving through the basin of the hill a flag of white whistled across the magenta skyline. At first only a speck disappearing into troughs of forest and reappearing many minutes later through large field pathways.
An incandescent sound hit her ears. A low earthy call at first slow, soft like a melody. Within seconds the pitch vibrated, a buzzing cadence that caused the deers' long ears to hitch and hers to prickle.
An imp she postulated or some sort of fairy creature. Her eyes weak from drawing, unable to make out the unearthly looking creature dawdling along the hillside. It couldn't be human she reasoned the movement too smooth like a river, the hair too free like the wind. A spirit? Maybe in this tiny little town she can think such follies. Rubbing off such silly thoughts she glanced back towards the many clashing hilltops.
The blurry figure entranced her, the cicada like noise a balm soothing and enchanting. Before she knew it she had her feet firmly planted on the ground.
Edging closer. The deer all but scampered back into the safety of the woods. She approached the coveted entry into the forest. Noting how the luminous light she believed to be ethereal was nothing more than hanging lanterns tied amongst the trees. With some hesitation she supposed it to be a human at hand, but the superstitions of her home land had her mumbling at the chance she was being tricked by a mischievous sprightly creature. T-o many nights of watching spirited away and other Miyazaki films left her a bit of a fanatic for the supernatural.
Laughing at herself she dismissed the idea. Although the Japanese had a tendency to create such lovely fictitious tales Americans were not so diverse in magic and folklore. Gathering her courage Sora decided a quick adventure sounded lovely.
Quickly she darted in. Despite her view from her rocker the sections of forests were much larger than she originally imagined. Careful of the slow coos around her Sora didn't stray from the lit path. The further she walked the more thorny the path began, large earthy vines seeming to sprout out of nowhere impeding her travels. A few minutes passed and a few minutes more. How could she still be in the heart of the forest when she had seen the young deerlings take only a moment or two to disappear through the foliage and appear on the other side?
Fretting as her sneakers melted into the rough terrain she turned not knowing which way was out or in anymore.
She no longer cared about the flag of silver. She had forgotten about far ago. Quivering, distrust gathered in her stomach. Sora wished to go home, past the lonely white house, and back on the beach of Cape Mary. Pressing forward, the brambles were only growing thicker despite the gathering light almost pushing her into the endless abyss of vines.
The buzzing cadence a constant vocal cheer grew louder. A rumbling. Throaty and predatory delivered shivers down her spine. Her tiny fingers pressed into the vines stumbling from the sound. The warm seeping of blood traveling from her fingertips as the thorns easily pushed into her skin.
Bringing her hands to her front she gasped. The liquid sputtering from her fingers trickled down her arms. Shuttering Sora turned back, the well lighted path gone. Instead a tumult of leathery vines stitched together ceasing even the smallest particle of light. The buzzing rumble grew even stronger till all her senses drowned in the guttural sound.
Not knowing what to do Sora clenched her eyes shut. Pressing her lids so hard her black vision turned white. Her voice erupted shrill and shaky. Trembling hands pierced into sweaty flesh smearing long hand prints of blood down her arm. Afraid to open her eyes she gripped herself, plum purple hair sticking against her face.
And then the sound was gone. So instant in its silence. Sore unwound herself the only noise in the entirety of the forest was the sound of her rushing heart.
Thump...th-thump...thump.
Opening her eyes, she did not need to adjusted to the overly bright light.
Light?
Looking upwards her brown orbs as wide as saucers stared at the merrily white lanterns prodded against the tall round trees. Forcing her gaze back down she peered into the distance the pathway empty and large, trenches of walkable path broken in. Only a few meters away the opening of the forest. Guiding to a nest of sleeping deer, behind her the glow of her home peaking up above the very few trees that made the forest.
A sob trickled into her throat. Her hands coming up to muffle her whimpering. Then she remembered. Placing her hands in front of her. The honeydew glow of the lantern almost purposely focusing on the rosy color of her shaking hands. No blood. Turning her arms over again, then back to her hands, and back to her arms. She saw nothing out of the ordinary. Slowly her fingers hugged her chest trying to melt into the cavity of her heart.
Once more her eyes looked at the pathways. She could go on, chalk up her hallucinations to a fear implanted in her mind from too many scary movie nights and late night stories or she could turn back fearful of the tiny little forest attached to her property.
Her blue tennis shoes shuffled into the dirt. Slowly she turned back around with haste making her way to the entrance of the forest. Stepping into the field leading to her home it felt as if a heavy weight was lifted from her chest.
Taking one more good look at her hands she found the same condition. Her hands peachy and unmarred. Quickly she all but ran back to the entrance leading to her home.
Approaching her abandoned seat she gathered her supplies shivering for a second. A feeling of something soft as spider silk coiling against her neck. Shuffling her items into one hand, shaky Fingers trailed her neck plucking the object tickling her skin. A long sinewy strand of silver.
No worries guys this isn't a horror story, hopefully. The next chapter will be up in a few days. Hope you guys like it!