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Sakura Blossoms
Hana was sitting in her room, looking with disinterest at the large pile of books and papers before her. She had more important things to do than decide whether 'x' was more or less than the sum of twice 'x' and 25. No, she had deeper problems to decipher. After shooing her brother out of her closet, only at the threat of shocking him into oblivion, she sat down on her bed with a plain black notebook, a scrapbook of sorts. It held pictures of her family, friends, and scenery. All of her poetry and a few black and white photographs were sprinkled in. Finally, there was her free-writing space, what any other girl would consider to be a diary, but not Hanajima Saki. She was too different to have something as normal as a diary, so she had 'writing space'.
Her violet eyes scanned her room, looking for any irregularities, but everything was exactly the way she had left it, bed made, books on the desk, gauzy curtains fluttering in the slight spring breeze.
A single Sakura blossom floated through the open window and landed on her bed. She smiled sadly at the contrast between the 'gothic' girl and the silky sweetness of the pale flower. She put it in her dark braid, liking the irony of it.
If I were a flower, what kind would I be? Tohru would be a daisy, no doubt about it, happy and innocent as she is. Uo seems to be more of a briar, no, a rose; wickedly sharp thorns, but true beauty if you choose to look for it. But what would I be? Not a rose, nor daisy, nor sakura. Are there outcasts among plants? I suppose I would be one of those mutant vegetables, half one thing, half another.
She sighed, and with that one sound conveyed the pain and sorrow of different. No one else in the entire world could do what she could. I suppose that I would be a dead branch, but one that looks like it lives. I do that every day of my life, try to look like something I'm not. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't 'gifted'. She shuddered at the terminology that her parents used to describe her curse.
Again, Hana turned to her journal. She pulled the blossom out of her hair and pressed it between two pages so she could keep it forever. Under it, she wrote Flower Contemplations.
She closed her book sat down in front of her desk. She pulled the top sheet of paper from the massive pile. "Write a short essay about the type of flora or fauna that describes you." How convenient…but why waste my thoughts on the teachers? Instead she wrote in her elaborate script
This essay seems to be irrelevant because the only type of fauna that I actually am is human. However, if you must know, I think that a Sakura blossom describes me best; at first it seems attractive…but when leaning in for a closer look, one finds that they are all gone.
On that note, Hana decided that her homework could wait until later, or tomorrow, or perhaps it would never be completed. She didn't much care. Her curtains fluttered again and yet another blossom floated dreamily into her dark domain. She smiled softly at it, and blew it back outside.
A/N: I hope you liked it! Please, review with comments. I love seeing them, even if they are flames. At least you cared enough to take the time to flame me Also, I apologize for any inconsistencies between the room that I described for Hana and her actual room, but its been a while since I've watched the DVDs, and that's how I always pictured her room to be. Ja ne, and R&R please!