Kyla: Well, well, well..! Another one-shot..! Geesh.. I have too much time on my hands... ;p Anyway, hope you enjoy this Kurama-centered one-shot! .
"Fox Rose"
by
Kyla
So, you, like many others, wonder why I use a transformed Rose as my weapon of choice..?
What would you say if I told you it was because of my mother?
My yoko mother?
Well, it's true... She's the reason I use the Rose Whip.
As a matter of fact, I use the same Rose I have used for as long as I can remember...
I received it from my demon mother, who was very kind, despite what most people think about demons...
She loved Roses.
They were always her favorite flower,
and she died surrounded by them...
I was only an infant still,
and I remember the day she died... killed by my father.
My so-called "father" stood a few feet away,
a smirk plastered on his devilish yoko face...
I sat by her side, as she took her last breaths.
The wound in her chest was too severe, and she had no real chance of surviving...
She whispered a last, "I Love You,"
then she was gone...
Too young to know what really was happening,
I cried becuase my mother wouldn't answer me...
and my father let his evil grin widen.
Roses and other flowers and plants seemed to reach out to where my mother and I were,
as if they knew she was dead,
like they were mourning her passing, as was I.
Suddenly, the vines and blossoms of plants, shot forward;
living torpedoes attacking my father.
The Rose vines were what initially killed him, though,
like a whip made of a Rose's stem...
So, now, both my parents were dead...
I was by myself.. alone...
I didn't understand what was going on, and I merely sat there, tears falling down my cheeks.
Then, a voice called out my name softly.. it sounded like.. my mother's calm, sweet voice...
I looked toward the demoness who had given me life, shown me love.
Something was different about her lifeless body, though...
There was an odd crimson glow eminating from her, but she was still dead.
With curiousity mixed in with my sadness, I watched, sniffling and wiping the tear trails off my face.
A luscious, crimson Rose sprouted from my mother's fatal wound.
The petals an identical red to my mother's blood.
I was drawn to the budding flower, and gently gripping the stem, careful to avoid the thorns,
and the flower came loose with a soft tug;
then all the plants around us seemed to just wither and die...
To this day, I still use that same Rose.
Training hard since my youth, I learned how to weild my mother's rose as the infamous Rose Whip.
It is a memoir of my yoko mom, used as my protection, just as she protected me as a newborn.
My mother's strength, her very soul, is in that Rose, inside those beautiful petals.
I can feel my mother's love, her very heart and spirit whenever I use it.
Even in death, she watches over and protects me,
all from that one simple flower.
A Fox Rose, grown from a yoko's heart, eterally protects the weilder of the flower...
I am that weilder, and my mother gave her last bit of life to grow that rose...
All for me...
Kyla: Well, I just made up that stuff about the fox rose legend thingie... . So, how was it? Hope you send me a review! I'd really appreciate it! Toodles!