The Orchid Bloom
Well to begin my customary rant at the beginning of every story I would first like to start by saying that, HAH! I'm back. You thought you could get rid of me but you didn't. Now let's begin with a history lesson: Got flamed, shot back, was nice, not get nice back, bad words thrown around, I finally used F word, Sporanox lost virginity to monkey (just kidding Spore sport), and story got kicked off. Would have settled it on Aim but it wasn't my computer. So here I am almost a year later and back better than before.
(ADDED IN: If you are the type that is going to freak out beacause the saiyans or the senshi, essentialy the ones in the t.v. show, are not kicking but in the fic then I warn you that this only deals with the originals in flashbacks and a whole new set is in the process of being created. I won't advertantly ask you to be patient but you get the idea. Bye Bye)
I hope you enjoy the story and I do plan to rewrite the Clash of the Titans although it will be titled differently. So grab your popcorn and don't get the mouse greasy because I promise you will like this story.
Prologue
Yume was his name. One given by his late mother and decided upon long ago by his even later father. These were the figures he saw in his dream at night. A love story grown bitter by snow between enemies. But how could men war over such magnificent gifts of Mother Nature. This was the power of greed and selfish acts. The death of his family.
Yume was born into a Hong Kong province. After his mother died, exactly seven months later then his father, he was thrust into an orphanage. This Japanese young child had been in a factory dorm for two quarters of his life. His eyes were almost ripped out many times by his boss, Kautua. An infamous man whose family descended from very rich Chinese fathers. Yume always remembered the times where the other twelve children stuffed into the house would beat him till he could not work the next morning and after that, Boss Kautua would drown him in the non-sanitary bathroom area that everyone called the shit room because it wasn't pretty, even to a man that has not had the luxury of a bathroom for days on end or a constipated woman with the smell of sweet dark chocolate on her breath. This was his life for eight years.
On the eighth year Yume was taken out of this environment for a country life. This one did not last long. This ranch that they called the happy hilltop china farm was nothing more then a camp for pigs and cows that slaved to keep it alive. Here he met his first friend for the first time. Here he met tragedy in the eyes head-on. As soon as he opened up, his friend had fallen into one of the complex machines for the crops. Yume saw a hand push his friend that day and when he opened his mouth he was called insane. "A crazy young boy with the imagination of a deranged psychopath." What they didn't know though, was that an investigation had been launched years before Yume ever even heard of happy hilltop china farm.
Yume attempted to take his life once and when he did this, they rushed him to the hospital. "They?" he said to himself for the first time. Who cared about him who loved him so much? Who LOVED HIM? And he scremt this question as he lye there with his eyes gone blind and his cheeks so hot you could stir a tea atop them. And then out of no where he felt a stroke at his right cheek that seemed so very familiar. One that he hadn't felt since he was born. That rosy oil that boasted a French Aristocrat and small bit of oil that said she was married to a war hero or a famous detective and the next thing he heard was, "Yume. Auntie Faye is here. And so us Uncle Li and your cousin, Tada." All nice words and he smiled and looked up and saw her. He saw her beautiful face. One he had not seen since he was born.
Chapter 1: Forgive Me Nots
"Yume! YUME! Wake up before you start missing a finger ya little twit."
"Tada be quiet. Just a little more sleep." Yume grumbled. Tada put her foot on his right cheek and squished all around his face.
"If you don't get up, then I'll stick my foot in your mouth." She said as a frivolous warning. A jolly one that only an ass would express in that way. Yume got up a little too quickly and sent Tada up in the air. She froze just fast enough for Yume to see the look on her face. The shocked and puckered lips still left over from her ass expression and he giggled lightly. One moment later, she was on her back.
Tada arose and darkness enshrouded her as she scharchasticaly pointed out she was now a ghost. "You killed me. Now I shall haunt you. Ooo."
"You kids get up now and eat breakfast. Its career day."
"Yes, Mom." Said Tada followed by Yume, "Yes Auntie Faye."
Both trudged downward from there own rooms after getting dressed. They lived in a classically styled Japanese bamboo house. Paper walls and dragon art and even portraits of old ancestors plagued the walls so that it was a mortuary more rather then a home. Yume sat at the table. Tada followed with a generous push in for Yume. Although she was the younger sister she always treated him as if he were the baby. She thought he deserved it.
Faye set their food onto the table and gave them both chopsticks. Steaming moist, white rice balls with Tealee leaf wrap around the middle so that it looked like an Easter egg held the side of the plate while in the middle were the delicious sunny side up eggs ready to be broken open and used as a dip for the rice balls. And last but not least was a small soup filled with a surprised vegetable for natural vitamins. The lady of this house was smart cookie and made good cookies too. That said, it was also her job to organize each and every life of the member of the family, including Yume. It is not as if she planned it this way. When her husband went to world war III, she had to quit her job and care for little Tada. When he was sent back after the victory of the Allies she could not go back to work. Not until the economy became stable within the next few years again. This is what she taught her daughter. The values of a woman. She always scolded Yume whenever he had said that she was a girly girl, or a sissy.
The father of this modern yet classic family had his own story. His father and every generation before that, were generals. Four stars at the end of their careers. With this last war, Sergeant Li became General Li. So far he has received two stars. Unfortunately he was one star left and it is the curse of his father, and every generation before that, to get the fourth star is an honor indeed but a curse in contradiction. It is a superstition of the Hinako family, that when the fourth star arrives, your career ends. Or you just die. Whichever one, Li always had a lot on his mind.
And then there was little Tada. She sat there stuffing her face. Every door in the house was open. Or more rather sliding paper door. All the way around, the doors were open and they were left like that. It was part of the architectural structure that allowed any whether to be deflected if the family likes. So back to Tada. The vicarious, yet curious young girl was energetic, random, and all around a little psychic. This was her mothers little secret. One that when Tada found out, she was sworn to never tell anyone. Not even her father. And all this while, both her and Yume shared this secret. Not that she wanted to break her promise to her mother, but she couldn't help but stand to leave Yume out. She had known him for almost ten years now and about half a year ago she let it kind've slip.
"Daddy is coming to your classes for career day so remember to be respectful. . . No matter how dumb the teacher may be." Faye commented.
"Yes ma'am." Both replied in a sigh almost. They finished their breakfast and ran for the bus that morning not knowing the importance that this day would bring by chance. They could smell a distant rain coming. Tada felt it already.
"Students! Quiet down!" The crowded study hall was ready to be observed. The principle would go back and forth through the school to assure a behavioral manner before the guests arrived. He had tea, pastries, and dumplings already being prepared for the break times in between. The one who had yelled was his assistant. Mr. Tara Turakada. Now these two were war heroes. Men who had been in WW III and lived to tell the tale. Very strong men. But their arch-nemesis sat in the corner. A smart Alec named Alex. An American exchange student who had been to Korea before this and Mongolia before that. So far he only showed dislike for these two figures, but he was an excellent student.
The first speaker had finally shown up. Followed by that one was another. Suddenly as the students heard the exaggerated moan of all the engines, they rushed toward the window in an orderly fashion right beside the principal. They gazed upon the sight of a complex symphony of very orderly vehicles. One exactly like the other if not just a small change in efficiency. They were American SUVs and Limos and Hummers all alike in color. But not one of them looked like the regular businessman's car.
Yume and Tada watched from their floor. The 3rd story and began to wonder where Li's car was.
"Where's Dad?" Tada asked Yume.
"Uncle Li is probably just a little late Tada. You know your mom and her perfectionist attitude." He assured her.
"Yeah I guess. Both sat down and waited for their speaker. But they didn't notice how the orchestra exited their stages.
Sylvia Yucheck. A Russian woman who had just come to Japan recently to follow her grandmother's wishes of not having to worry for money. She was at the side of the biggest business CEO in the country. He could have been a world leader if her wanted. Behind him and in her hand was his daughter. A fine young woman with a pale face and posture perfect figure. She was a 10-year-old prodigy they said. Every Person came out of the car like this. A businessperson then an assistant of the opposite sex holding the hand of their child. It was an amazing file to the school. All in exact diagonal coordination, and in the best straight-line possible. Each and every one of them headed to their classroom.
"Ladies and gentlemen, young ones listen." The instructor announced, "this is your guest speaker today for career day. Mr. Daniel Waukesha." All the students whispered at his first name to their partners ear and were scolded just the same as they were told they would be.
"Hello. I am Mr. Daniel Waukesha. The CEO of Japan Steel Environment. I do very many tasks for this company and sleep very little. This is where my heart is."
The little girl made contact with Tada's eyes. Tada looked deep into these zeniths of purity. They seemed a strong violet and yet they were so thin but beautiful at the same time. In an instant Tada whaled as flashes began to spring into her mind. Death, fire, famine, destruction, and her family begging for their lives. Her mind burst through this little girls head at unimaginable speeds. She could see everything. Even Yume's purpose. A light grooved its way into her mind and she could see the millions of tubes that were giving birth to new life. Life made by technology and suddenly she could see the eyes of this little girl. A brilliant light bite her eyes so hard she couldn't tell if she was blind yet. Yume crossed her vision once more and she could see him. See him so soundly as lie beneath the water. He was not awkae nor asleep but somwhere inbetween. Unconcious. This was precious. A moment that Tada could finally feel the pain of his sould. What he had felt long ago, yet she knew as she fell to the floor slowly that she could never feel as much as he ever did.
"TADA! What's wrong!" Yume was by her side the whole time. She started to sease and blead through her nose and mouth. Her hair was drenched in sweat from the few moments it had taken her to have the visions, and her temprature had to have been skyrocketing. The mats on the floor and the desks around her were splattered with her blood as the other students got against the wall in fear. She wouldn't stop shakeing or panteing and Yume knew that if someone didn't come soon, she would be suffocated by her own blood. Sylvia ran over and checked her. She took a plethora of needles hidden in her skirt and jammed about fifty of them into her body everywhere.
"Its not workeing!" She yelled to her employer. In a very small second Tada's eyes were wide open and she grabbed Yume's tie and through the reading of her lip with concentration above the yelling, he saw her say it as she fell slowly back to the floor. Kill that little girl. Kill them all. Sylvia checked Tada's pulse as she lie still on the floor. There was no pulse. Sylvia looked over to Mr. Waukesha and shook her head in dissapointment. Yume saw this. He looked down. His thoat shook and became swollen. His eyes were dry and wet at the same time. He didn't comprehend it the first time but when she looked at him, when sylvia's face gazed upon his own, he screamed cold, bloody murder that could be heard over the hills beyond the school and scooped her up into her arms and squeezed her tightly, askeing the question. What happened? What had happened?
The little girl made her way silently to Tada and grazed her forehead with her palm. In the most serene and almost echoing tranquil voice, she said to Tada, "Wake up." Her voice was wavering and almost sounded adult if not older. The words were slow. And forgiveing. "Wake up little Tada. It's okay my pretty soldier. Hold on till the end. If you do not, you will not be able to help your kin Yume and I know you really care for him." Sylvia, Mr. Waukehsa, and Yume heard this voice. It was beautiful. It made them fell safe. It made them want to sleep. But Mr. Waukesha had found what he was comeing for. Everyone else in the room froze. Even Mr. Waukesha. Yume stared at the incandescent light that was this little girl. And he looked at the billowing flame that was golden around both Yume and Tada.
That same slow tone. "You are special Yume. She is comeing. And she loves you. All them will. All who will come love you. All of them have the power to destroy this palnet, yet their greatest weapon is harmony. Let them into your heart." This was a plea, not a demand. He was so confused and his mind was such a convoluted mess that all he did was take it in and he gave no answer. This voice did not belong to this young girl. It was someone elses. A goddess perhaps. Then the lights went back up and everyone stared as Tada breathed gently with her eyes closed. Sylvia's heart pounded as she checked Tada once more.
"She's comatose." Yume would take it. He could only hope though now that she would wake up for the sake of loveing him and her parents. But that little girl was passed out in the CEO's arms and he did not look happy. As Sylvia left the room with her employer she couldn't help but stare on her way out, at the two kids on the floor. What had happened. She hired to care for Mr. Waukesha's daughter though, not ask questions and that is what she continued to do.
