I know i'm being ambitious by writing this story without even watching whole of the anime. The only characters i know very well is Tsurara. I'm playing a risk here, so if i get any of the character's personalities wrong, please tell me okay? . Ah, but i feel that there are not many Fanficts about Tsurara and Rikuo! (pouts) I think they look Kawaii! So please, comment on this story! Your comments depends on whether i should continue. XD
Prologue
How it once began
White fluffy snowflakes gracefully fluttered down onto the pure white cushion that wrap the ground. Tsurara could almost count the delicate snowflakes and she did not flinch when it touched her face. Like her memories, the snowflake melted. For once, her scarf was not with her, rather tossed one side when the attacker had ripped it away from her just like he had did with her soul.
"Gomen...Rikuo-sama..." she murmured as a single drop of tear slid down her pale face.
"The sakura of the majestic tree
blooms beautifully in clusters of pink and white
Oh, what a beauty you are to withhold.
My delicate fingers touches your beautiful body
You bring me a sense of innocence and love
however such magical flowers like you
will soon wither to ashes
and never to be seen again..." a soft and melodious voice sang. Tsurara could make out the strums of the Shimasen; her mother's favorite playing instrument. She was captivated and in her trance state she fell into oblivion.
"Oh, you my dear one
sleeping soundly on the earth
What are you dreaming?
Of a lost Bird?
Or the wonders of the world?"
The melody was beautiful, soft as a feather, delicate as a snowflake, What-bell like voice she possess! In the midst of a blizzard, a porcelain-white woman even fairer than Tsurara stood in front of the unconscious yuki-onna with her snow-white hair fluttering. Her pale-pink lips opened slightly and murmured, "Yuki-onna..."