This story is a collection of scenes from the lives of White Bianca, starting years before their journeys begin and following them as their paths run together, separate, cross, and become one. Yes, more White/Bianca femslash. I may one day incorporate these into a real, full-length fic, but until then, enjoy what amount to the best tidbits of such a story.

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Brilliantly white clouds were partially visible through the crisscrossing web of tree branches overhead, floating with almost imperceptible slowness through the pristine azure sky of the heart of summer. Rather than hide the sun's rays, these nimbuses seemed to imbibe it, glowing as if each lit from within and undoubtedly bathing the treetops in direct and full colorless light. But lower, within the cradling arms of the forest, the same light had already filtered through a veritable canopy of leaves and, being obscured in places by branches, was transformed into mottled patches of pale green on the grassy forest floor, resembling nothing so much as the light dancing at the bottom of a pool, though perhaps more steady or at least with a slower, swaying motion.

The trees themselves were very old; some were nearly a hundred meters tall and commandingly broad. This forest, unnamed but for the nicknames it received from the children of Nuvema Town, the one speck of civilization that had in fact ever touched the woods, had seen much in its immense lifetime and grown vast with grand natural pillars of wood stretching kilometers in all directions. It was among these trees that one of the town's children, a young girl of about ten, eleven years whose bright yellow hair was turned an amusing color under the greenish light from above. She ran as so many children had through that forest over the years, but this girl was not making merry. Tears streamed from her vividly green eyes and joined the substantial remnants of the morning dew among the lush blades of grass, and she ran blindly, with no sense of where she was going and no parent to remember the way back. She almost fell occasionally, always quickly picking her balance back up to continue running to nowhere.

At last she stopped, panting from her long dash, finally facing what she had known for some time: she was lost. It wasn't certain at what point she had stopped crying from the hurt of the argument and started for her current situation, or else if tears for the second had simply added to those of the first. Now she stumbled into a hollow in a nearby trunk and sat, facing out with a view of nothing but the forest in which was now lost and faint glimpses of the luminous sky above. For a moment which within the sway of those wise old woods may have been ten seconds or two minutes or an hour, the girl restrained her tears, arms tightly hugging her knees, but then she again felt them hot on her cheeks and the hollow was filled with the sound of her quiet sobs.

Bianca would easily get lost, so they told her not to move; told her to wait right where she was for someone to come find her.

And so she sat in the hollow, the salty droplets wetting her hands as she tried in vain to steel herself, to banish the teardrops, rubbing the heels of her wrists against her eyes. "It'll be all right," she told herself in a small, choked voice. "I stay put and wait patiently…" What they always told her. "It'll be all right. It'll be all right…"

She wanted desperately to believe those words, but no matter how hard she fought she could not stop the tears. Her father had shouted at her, she had shouted back, she had run. No one but he knew she had gone—and he didn't know where—and he was certainly still furious; now she was lost. Now that awful choked feeling was spreading through her chest—was he heart crying, too? It was the ache of wanting so much to be found. If only—"

"Bianca!"

Bianca's head jerked up at the sound and then she froze, gazing with lips parted slightly. Approaching at a jogging pace, her breaths hard and her shirt soaked with sweat enough to suggest she had recently been running much faster, was a girl about Bianca's age, with a cascade of chocolate hair that bounced as she came to an unsteady halt in front of the hollow. "I finally found you! The old ladies said you weren't in, and I couldn't think of anywhere you had to go. But…" She smiled almost apologetically, a warm, genuine expression. "I thought, 'Knowing Bianca, she probably just ran around at random and got lost.'" Bianca flushed at this, scrunching her knees in even closer and eying the forest floor, but her tears had stopped flowing and now only pooled at the corners of her eyes, catching the light that was not only reflected by the clouds but that was beginning to dawn inside her as well.

"You and the old man had another fight, huh?" When Bianca didn't say anything in response to this, White went on gently, "It's okay. He's not angry at you anymore, so… Hey." She extended a hand. "Come on out."

Bianca looked up and beheld an image that would forever be etched in her mind as vividly as the moment she saw it. White's beautiful, her kind eyes of an almost shimmering hue, the slender hand offered to her, the cool green forest backdrop, and its contrast to the palpable warmth coming from the unbelievably nice and understanding and in all other ways perfect girl standing before her; the hero who had come all this way when Bianca was lost and found her.

She reached out, towards White's hand, and said in a voice that was hushed and small but free from hot hears, a voice with half a quaver in it that suggested she was close to throwing herself on White and sobbing on her shoulder for an indeterminate length of time, "Okay…" Their fingers met, twined, and clasped tight, and Bianca was lost no more.

A/N: Inspiration for this chapter: http:/www[dot]pixiv[dot]net/member_?mode=medium&illust_id=15163159

Translated version: http:/img849[dot]imageshack[dot]us/img849/1930/15163159translated[dot]jpg

Add another slash ( / ) to the http:/ if your browser doesn't do it automatically and replace each [dot] with . to access the links. Eternal gratitude to the person of the anonymous persuasion who translated that.

I know this chapter is terribly short, but more is on the way. Stick around~!