Disclaimers- The usual "I don't own this and that" disclaimer note.
Do you really think I would be typing up this if I owed Maria-sama Ga Miteru?
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"Clouds of Lovely Hearts"
Yumi stared blankly out of the window of the Rose Mansion with a cup full with cold tea in her grip.
She has not moved since she finished cleaning up the room after everyone who had left. She wondered why her Onee-sama left the room so quickly, yet with grace, not saying a word, only giving gentle glance to Yumi.
Maybe she had offended her in some way. She could never tell as Onee-sama's beautiful, angelic face never showed emotions though her eyes always looked so far-away as if she was so troubled.
However that could not be the reason because she had an aurora, a content aurora, so strange that it was perhaps she was in love.
But with whom? This was what bothered Yumi greatly. She sighed and departed her train of thoughts, gathering her things and quietly left the room.
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Sachiko lay on the grassy hill, gazing upon the blue sky filled with clouds floating innocently. In the forest ahead of her, the red leaves danced, while the trees swayed away with the wind, all that was living within the woods celebrated the joy of autumn. Everything looked so joyous and in peace…. except her.
While her mind was troubled, her heart beat faster than ever with strange happiness she could not put her finger on. Is this what they call love?
She could not drain the flood of images, all of that girl, her pretty, darling petite sœur.
Sachiko was just in hopeless, dear love with Yumi, the clumsly girl who is quiet but at times can be so loud and unlady-like with beatiful cheeks which blushed at every small compliment made at her. She was perfect.
As Sachiko gazed into the sky, at the clouds, she spotted a cloud shaped as a heart which gave her a faint smile. But at the spur of moment a strong gale came making Sachiko close her eyes and hold her hair, not to mess it. When she opened her eyes she expected that cloud to have dissapered.
Sachiko had assumed wrong. The cloud was still in sight, stayed in the same form, perhaps bigger and remained unbroken.
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They both laid on their beds, in their own bedrooms of their house. Neither was sleeping or even close to it.
The two girls both thought for each other. Wondering what their sœur was thinking, without realising or considering the fact that they both are dreaming of the same dream, to be in each others embrace and in great, deep and eternal love, just like that lovely cloud of heart in the wide, vast sky.
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So, what do you think? Too cheesy and lovey-dopey?
I actually enjoyed writing this so I will be continuing this story and even may do other pairings!