Chitose-san: well, I'm here with another weird story. But I do hope you guys like it!
Once upon a time, there was a girl. Nobody likes her. Nobody loves her. Every passing day, she hoped that someone would come and love her. In other words, she was loveless… and she was trying to find someone to prove her true love. But she can't find someone to love her like that. So she died, unloved. Her ghost remained, not able to go to a place called 'heaven'. She must find true love to do so. And maybe then, her soul can find inner peace.
Prologue
"Happy birthday, Eriol-sama!" Nakuru said to him while hugging Eriol so tight he was turning blue. "Don't do that, idiot! You're going to kill our master!" Spinel told her. "Shut up, Suppi-chan!" she replied to him. "My name is not Suppi!" he yelled at her. Nakuru ignored him and gave Eriol a gift, wrapped with mostly ribbons, as to not see the design of the gift wrapper. "It's from Suppi and me!" she said. "Thanks Nakuru, Spinel." Eriol replied. "I'm going to the study room." Spinel said, and flew upstairs. "Wait, Suppi-chan! I wanted you to taste my new baked cookies!" Nakuru yelled, and grabbed Spinel and hurried off to the kitchen. Eriol was left, alone, and went to his room. It was, after all, nighttime.
He opened the door and went inside. He sat down on his bed and opened the gift. It was a necklace. It was glowing even in the faintest tine of moonlight shining in his room. He smiled to himself and made a mental note to thank Nakuru and Spinel again for this tomorrow. It was indeed, very wonderful.
He laid it down there, on the bed and went inside his bathroom. Before going inside, he felt the wind pass through him gently. He felt soft hands touch his face as he closed his eyes for a moment. And then, he heard a voice. "Finally." Spoken by a lady's voice. His eyes shot open and he looked in front of him, almost expecting someone to be there. And then he turned back to his bed. The necklace was still there. 'I'm just too tired.' He thought and went inside the bathroom.
When he wasn't in sight, the necklace shined under the moonlight and a ghostly figure was sitting on the bed. She laughed longingly and looked at the necklace under her hand. "Maybe this is my chance." She whispered.
True Love
by Regina
Eriol Hiiragizawa
Tomoyo Daidouji
Chapter One:
Necklace
neck'lace (-lis), n. a piece of jewelry worn around the neck, as a string of pearl or beads.
Getting out from the bathroom, dressed in pajamas and is brushing his hair with his fingers, Eriol noticed a lone figure by the window. He struggled to put on his glasses from his pockets and yelped slightly when he saw a woman dressed in clothes from the past.
Hearing a yelp from behind her, she turned around and stared at him. "Who's there?" she whispered to the wind, ghostly like. While Eriol, getting his posture back, replied, "Who am I? Who are you?". "Oh dear, I'm sorry. I forgot that you're the owner of this house. I'm Tomoyo." She said. "Tomoyo who?" he replied. "Um, sir, what do you mean by 'Tomoyo who'?" she asked. "Oh. Your last name. I don't believe I remember you." He said. "Oh my. How should I explain this?" she muttered. "And I believe Halloween is 8 months and 9 days away from now." He said, mockingly. "I know that, sir." She said to defense herself. "Then explain." He said. "You see, sir, I need to find something to rest my soul," she gasped when he grabbed both her hands and turned them to her back. "What are you trying to say? That you're already dead?" he asked her. "If that is how you put it, sir." She said. "I don't believe you." He said. "Then don't." she retorted and then within the eye's blink, she faded. And then an object fell to the ground with her disappearance. Eriol took it and stared at it. It was Nakuru and Spinel's gift—the necklace. He sighed and took a book and sat down on a chair beside his bed.
"You can come out now." He said. But took notice when no one came out, he sighed again. "I'm sorry. Please come out now." He said, gently this time. And then placed his book on his lap when a woman's figure appeared bit by bit in front of him, wearing the same dress. "I forgive you. You believe me now, don't you?" she asked. "Only if you explain." He said. "Okay then," she discontinued. "What is it?" he asked. "Your name, sir." She said. "Oh. My name is Eriol." He replied. She nodded her head in confirmation and continued what she was going to say.
"I am a royalty from days of old England. The kingdom's king and queen are always away. And I am left alone. No one has ever made me see what my presence in this world means. But a day came that I was hurt in the middle of the forest only to get some berries for the king and queen even though I know that they would never eat it. I was badly hurt that I cannot move my feet nor stand up. Then, as if a coincidence, a man came and helped me to my feet. Surprisingly, I was able to stand. He got us out from the forest and before I came inside the castle, he gave me that necklace." She paused and waited for him to ask questions. "And? What happened next?" he asked. "I died days after that. And my soul took rest in that necklace. I knew it was because I wasn't satisfied with my life. So I decided that I, indeed, wanted to find the thing I lack most before I go up there." She said. 'Love.' She thought. "And what is this thing that you lack?" he asked. "Lo- I never found that out. So I am browsing through time." She lied. "I see." He muttered. She noticed that his eyes were forming an evil glint in them but she remained quiet.
"You didn't have any friends back then?" he asked. "No one, sir. No one." She said.
"What are you thinking, sir Eriol?" she asked. "Hmm? Nothing." He replied.
'I'm thinking, that it would be a good idea if I would throw the necklace away.' He thought and grinned evilly.
"Thinking of throwing the necklace away, sir Eriol?" she asked aloud. "Don't tell me you could read minds?" he grimaced at the thought. "No, it's not that. Every time I would have an owner, neither of them can see me. Unless they can see souls on their own. But so far, you are the only person I have met to see me in the last long decades, sir. And for that, I am grateful." She said. "Are you saying that I have the access to seeing souls?" he asked. "Through your voice, I take it that you are a man that only see ghosts when it is needed or when the soul wants to see you." She answered.
"What did your other owners do to you?" he asked. "The others? They gave me away. Or sold me in a jewelry store. Like the one before you." She said. "Now, why would they do that?" he asked. "They thought they were going through psychological problems since they can hear voices in their heads. Which they didn't know was me." She explained. "Oh. So you may talk to me even without going out of that necklace?" he asked. "Yes." She replied.
"How would you feel if I say I don't want another woman in the house?" he asked as she watched her face form a sad expression. "I will feel very sad, sir Eriol. But the man also said something to me. That there is no such thing as coincidence. That everything that happens in your life has a reason. So if it is your decision to throw me away, then it must be my fate." She said.
She looked at him with a smiling face. And he sighed. "Don't worry, I won't throw you away." He said. His heart jumped as he watched her face turn into a face of a goddess. "Thank you!" She said.
And then the place got quiet.
"Uh, I was just going to sleep a while ago. Where are you supposed to sleep?" he asked. "In the necklace, of course." She said. "Oh, (cough), of course. Uh, goodnight, then." He said and turned off the lights. And went to bed. She smiled at his actions and placed her necklace on the table beside his bed and disappeared. "Goodnight." She whispered.