Ghostly Snowfall
Reiko absolutely hated the idea of reincarnations, the Red String of Fate, love at first sight, and fairytale endings.
But she had no idea that very soon, she would be entangled in her own fairytale, prince and all.
Well, maybe not a prince…
Rating: T for safety
Warnings: This is a yuri story. Don't like, don't read.
Author Notes: First yuri story…read and review please!
Chapter 1: Once upon a time…
"Oi, Ghost-chan!"
The short Japanese girl turned as the tall boy waved wildly at her, grinning. She chose to ignore him for the time being, but stopped and brushed invisible dust off her wrinkled uniform skirt.
"What do you want, Kuru-san?"
The tall boy put his hands behind his head and gave a laugh that said I-know-something-you-don't. The girl glared up at him, cursing his height. Something in the back of her mind said that she should be looking down at him…but she brushed it away. If there was one thing Reiko Ishikawa hated, it was all that "sixth sense" stuff about reincarnations and fate.
"Just hurry up and tell me what you wanted to say, Baka Kuru! I haven't got all day."
Kuru smirked down at her.
"Oh, I don't think I will," he said as he walked past her, "You'll find out tomorrow."
Reiko swore at his back and took off towards the station so she wouldn't miss her train. What was so funny? What was important about tomorrow anyway?
For some reason, she couldn't shrug off her friend's teasing. She thought about what Kuru had said all the way onto the train, where she crashed straight into a girl from a different high school. Books went sliding everywhere as Reiko bowed her apologies to the girl on the floor. She carefully knelt, adjusting her skirt, and repacked her bag.
"A-ari-arigatou," the girl managed to stutter out, a blush spreading rapidly across her face. "I'm sorry I ran into you."
Reiko was surprised to find herself smiling warmly at the girl. "It was my fault," she said, helping the girl to her feet. "Reiko Ishikawa, by the way. That's Rei as in spirit."
The girl returned her smile hesitantly. "I'm Yuki Sato, Mototaki-san. Yuki as in snow…but I guess that's obvious."
"Pleased to meet you, Sato-san," Reiko said with a polite bow.
Before Yuki could reply, the announcer's voice came over the loudspeakers.
"Shinjuku, Shinjuku. This is the Shinjuku stop."
Reiko jumped and turned towards the doors.
"This is my stop," she told Yuki. "I suppose I'll see you tomorrow morning Sato-san?"
"Ha-hai! I'll see you then, Ishikawa-san," Yuki stuttered out.
Reiko found herself waving and being swept off the train in the crowd. Her senses were numb as she walked home.
Why had she talked to Yuki Sato? Why had she wanted to get to know her? Why did she stop to listen to the little voice in her head that said that Yuki Sato as special?
Reiko nearly ran into the fence surrounding her house.
"Someone's out of it today," her older brother Hide said as he threw out the trash. Reiko glared at him in response. "How'd your day go, Ghost-ne-chan?"
Reiko flinched at the sound of her nickname.
"Fine," she said shortly, stomping into the house. "Tadaima!"
"Welcome home!" Mrs. Ishikawa answered her, hobbling to the base of the stairs Reiko was disappearing up, her recent foot surgery making it hard to move quickly. "Aren't you going to eat something?"
Reiko shook her head and continued up the stairs and into her room. Dumping her school bag on the floor, she fell haphazardly on her bed. The blaring refrains of her favorite j-rock band had her up and checking her cellphone, though.
The message was from Kuru.
Hey, Ghost-chan!
Did you figure out what's happening tomorrow yet?
PS Figure out quick or I'll get everyone to call you chibi-chan all of next week
Reiko glared at the innocent phone and punched out a fitting response to Kuru's question.
Oi, Kuru-SAN
No I didn't think about your stupid questions from earlier. Whatever it is, I'm sure I can deal with it.
PS Do that and you die. I mean it this time.
Reiko decided not to wait for Kuru's answer and just ignore him for now.
It seemed like a peaceful thing to do.