'So this is my life.' This was Rose's thoughts as she sat in her bedroom of the modern day, watching anime. Inuyasha, a favored of hers, was being played; unfortunately, it was a rerun. A commercial came up, and she went downstairs to the kitchen. 'Life is so boring...at least mine is,' Rose continued to think as she searched the fridge for something to drink. "Mmm...Mountain Dew." She snatched up the green can and returned to her room to enjoy the late night shows.
Rose sat down on the black futon and straightened her white silk nightgown. Her brown eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she brushed strands of her short, brown hair away from her face. She brought the soda to her lips and sipped upon it as she watched the familiar episode.
"What the--?" Rose leaned foreward, eyeing this strange occurance. There on the screen, in the background of most of the scenes, was a woman Rose had never before seen. She was dressed in a black kimono with silver moons and stars upon it and a silver obi. Her hair was long and the darkest of auburns. Her eyes were deep and looked black. Her complexion matched the color of the full moon outside Rose's window. Now matter where she was show, she stood off to the side, watching the other characters but never being observed by them.
"Strange," Rose whispered as she finally sat back again. "I was sure this was a re-run."
The woman turned, her eyes seeming to look right through the screen at Rose. This caused Rose to shudder at the wierdness of all this. A smile formed on the woman's medium pink lips and wink was done before she disappeared from sight. 'Okay...maybe I'm seeing things,' Rose thought as she went back to watching the show.
The show ended, and Rose stood and stretched. She walked over to the TV and turned it off, but after turning, she froze. There on the futon sat the woman from before. A knowing smile lay upon her lips as she locked gazes with Rose. Rose cautiously backed away, but the woman stood and came to stand a foot in front of her.
"Who are you?" asked Rose, trying to hide her the fear in her voice.
"I am known as Loralie, but that is not important. You are Rose?"
"Yes, but how do you know my name?" Rose grew more scared as Loralie's smile grew. Her voice was so enchanting and ghost-like and so calm during this odd conversation unlike Rose's shaky, fear-filled voice.
"I know much about you, Rose. I know of your past, present, and possible future. I know what you're capable of, the love and passion that you posses waiting to be given to that special person, the same passion your friends fail to believe you have because you are inexperienced in the ways of love." Silence fell over the two of them as Rose calmed down, thinking over what Loralie had just said. She didn't know why but she felt she could trust her, which was very odd considering Rose was an untrusting person.
Rose's eyes watched Loralie extend a slim hand out to her. "Come, young Rose," she cooed. "Come to the different, more wonderful and magical life that awaits you in Feudal Japan."
"But the show...it's not real," Rose replied.
"On the contrary, it is. I am the one who give your...writers?...yes, writers the ideas for the anime you were watching moments before," Loralie explained. "Now come. I will take you to your proper place; all you need to do is take my hand."
Rose hesitantly reached out, her fingers brushing Loralie's soft palm before she clasped hands with the woman. A bright light emitted from thier touching palms, and Loralie's voice called softly through the growing light. "Sleep until we arrive." Sleep Rose did do.