This is basically a re-write of the original first chapter. I recently read through the entire story and realized that I had made so many mistakes. I just wasn't happy with it. Though I should be working on some essay right now, I decided rewriting this story was a good distraction for me. Me and procrastination...*sigh* a disastrous combination. XD This is a really old story so I doubt anyone will actually read this, so this is mostly for my own amusement.
Hopefully the story is a little more readable and enjoyable now!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Kubo Tite does.
In this land of inverted skies and continuous rain, she truly feels alone. Buildings turned on their side, some upside down, serve as the only solid places for her to place her foot upon. Every surface is smooth, flat, glassy. There is no shelter from the unrelenting rain. Ice cold raindrops pound against her and the ground around her. They remind her of tears – sad, bitter, angry tears. Drawing her arms around herself, she immediately stops when she feels her kimono. The material is soaking wet, clinging uncomfortably to her already too cold skin.
She turns her head, her silver hair slapping against her face. Above her, though it was certainly possible that is below her, stood the only other being in this world. His face upturned to the sky, she could see the ever present frown on his face. His black coat flutters slightly in the heavy winds, the fabric already heavy with water. She reaches out her hand, wishing to break the deafening silence that fills this world. After days of listening only to the constant sound of raindrops hitting concrete, she longs to her another's voice. Her mouth opens, the words nearly out, but it's too late. He turns away, eyes hidden underneath shades flashing towards her direction, before she can even utter a word. Just as he disappears from view, she wonders if he hates the rain as well.
Left alone again, she lets her mind wander. How she longs to be back in her own world. Unlike here, it never rained. Soft, pristine, white snow covered the ground and icicles hung from branches. A round lake reflected the shining moon that dominated the skies. She can almost feel the water slipping through her finger as she ran them across the surface of the lake. Even in that land of perpetual winter, she never felt as cold as she feels now. But even more so, she misses the silver glow of the moon, its silky touch on her skin. However, she is a patient; she would endure this world for her mistress.
For years now her world had frozen over. At the darkest days, the lake had frozen over, the moon had grown black, and the only light came from her pale form. A strong wind had forced her to take shelter among the trees. Those days passed eventually and the moon begun its cycle once more. The lake thawed and the wind began to die down. Her world was recovering, slowly but surely. It had been a slow process, but she can recall something different about the air that night she had been forcibly thrown into this world. The wind had just been that much warmer; the moon was just that much brighter. She closes her eyes; sure that something had definitely changed that night.
She wonders, though, how much more had it changed? When she returns, because she knows she will someday, will a full moon greet her? Will the lake be completely thawed? Will the biting wind once again be a gentle breeze? Questions fill her mind but they remain unanswered. A sudden pang of loneliness hits her, and the desire to return to her world, to her mistress, is almost painful. She will endure, however, because she must. All that is left to do is to sit here, letting the rain wash over her, while she waits for the time when she can return to her mistress.
It's a really short chapter, but it's longer than the original. I hope you enjoyed reading!
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