Thank you so much for reading. I hope I did well. I feel i did well with weaving description into the sentence structure but its still a work in progress. I want nothing but the best for my readers. And even if it means staying up all night and ignoring the neon number beside the AM letters blaring from my alarm clock, it works for me. :) Now another chapter should be posted soon. For all those who've read the last chapter, Amy, Koga and Tyler will make an appearance soon. Their entrance into the story was one of the big changes that was made. A full plan for the progression of the plot, including subplots, have been made as well. And Rose Kuro will not be changing much. She'll still be the wild, crazy girl that kicks ass and sings to her hearts content. The only thing that needed to be added was the emotional aspect of the story, which was fixed when the scene-and-sequel story structure was added to the story.
But all the details can't be given now. That would completely ruin the surprise. You'll have to find out how much better the writing has turned out when you read it.
Now without further interruption, except for the disclaimer (of course), I give you chapter two of Fighting to Bloom.
Rose Kuro: Half-Breed Kid (aka Annie) does not own Ouran High School Host Club but she did create me so...HA *sticks tongue out before running away giggling like a little kid*
The paint on the palette that laid on the drawing table started to get lumpy and dry. Rose poked at it with a paint brush, boredom brushing through every pore of her body.
The finished painting leaned back on the easel. Blood and guts dripped from the parted mouths of zombies that lingered in the background in front of the remains of office buildings and restaurants. A single vampire hunched over a dying man in the foreground of the painting, with his long sharp fangs imbedded into the fresh victims neck. The man below him had his hand reaching out towards the viewing as if he was trying to urge them to help. His once dark orbs drained of life.
It was the perfect picture to end Rose's day.
She got up from her seat and threw tossed the paint stained brush into a large water filled bucket with the other ones.
Hot water shot from the kitchen sink onto her hands which were both covered in peeling paint. Reds, blues, and splotches of yellows swirled down the sink and down the drain. Rose stood leaned against the sink. The silence hovered over the apartment.
She frowned deeply and looked around for a distraction since the one she had worked on most of the day had been finished hours ago. Her eyes caught a bulge poking towards her from inside her duffel bag. She dried her hands on her jeans before riffling through it. Dark brown eyes glistened at the sight of her iPad. She had completely forgotten it was packed there.
A skilled eye for good music examined a playlist. A large grin came to her pink lips at the sight of one her favorites. And it grew even wider when the voice of the lead singer mixed with her own soft, yet powerful voice.
Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore...
Rose set her iPad down, close enough that could listen to it from the kitchen where their was enough room to sing and dance without tripping over boxes.
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh
Her voice echoed, bounced off the walls of her comfortable apartment. She knew she was being loud, the new neighbors would probably complain, but those thoughts rolled away as fast they came tumbling in.
Rose bounced up and down in the middle of the kitchen too excited to wait for the fast beat to pound through the speakers.
This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
Why don't we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style
The beat slowed and the jumping slowed down to small hops. Her eyes were closed by now. Her small hand held an invisible microphone to her parted lips.
And that's alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am
Oh, who am I? mmm... mmm...
She picked up speed again. Raven black hair flapped around her, red tipped ends slapped against her back like wings making a small bird push up against the wind so it can soar higher and higher into the blinding sky.
Well, some nights, I wish that this all would end
Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win...
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know... (come on)
By now, Rose stopped moving all together. Her eyes drifted close. The tingles that ran through her body worsened as her part came closer and closer to escaping from her eager throat and drifting into the air around her twirling body.
She knew three more lines would came and tears would burn her eyelids, threatening to seep down her cheeks and chin. She knew because it happened every time she sang this song; because she knew that one line was the string that made Some Nights so perfect for her.
So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Washed my hands of God for this?
I miss my mom and dad for this?
(Come on)
No. When I see stars, when I see, when I see stars, that's all they are
When I hear songs, they sound like this one, so come on
Oh, come on. Oh, come on, OH COME ON!
Her head fell back, her voice soared high along with the voice that blared through the booming speakers. It moved back down to normal just as fast, with only a short breath in between, just like she practiced alone in her old room.
Well, that is it guys, that is all - five minutes in and I'm bored again
Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands
This one is not for the folks at home; Sorry to leave, mom, I had to go
Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?
She wanted to stop. A strong sting burned the back of her throat. It built up until it touched the top of head, down to the soles of her bare-feet. Something kept her going though. She wasn't sure if it was the distant voice she heard through the walls over her singing. It faded out whenever her voice softened enough to hear it, as if it wasn't there to begin with.
My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she call "love"
When I look into my nephew's eyes...
Man, you wouldn't believe the most amazing things that can come from...
Some terrible lies...ahhh...
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh
The other night, you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up, but we'd both agree
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance... oh...
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance... oh...
Sweat trickled down Rose's forehead. She wiped it away with a trembling hand, after collapsing on the couch and sinking into a colorful sea of pillows that littered it. A little too much colorful for her taste, must of been something mother added, but they were still comfortable against her aching back.
A soft knock dragged her away from the thought. She pushed herself off the couch, stopping for a moment to make sure her legs would stop wobbling beneath her thin frame and she wouldn't tumble over. 'I should take a break from all the dancing' Rose thought before heading to the door with aching legs and a sore back that knew she would most likely feel for the rest of the day.
Rose opened the door a crack to peek through and see who could be visiting a new neighbor so late at night. A hand reached out and gripped an umbrella that leaned against the door frame, just in case what was on the other side was far worse than a mere nice neighbor. Guess she'll just have to find out.
Annie: That's all for tonight folks. I'd like to thank all three followers that I have, you guys and gals keep me going. To the readers of this story, I love you too. To Rose Kuro, stop playing World of Warcraft until three AM your eyes are starting to get puffy and make up is definitely not hiding it.
Rose: Screw you. You played until until three AM and yawned through church five hours later.
Annie: *pushes Rose out of the door and locks it behind her* I hope everyone enjoyed it. Fighting to Bloom will get a fighting chance. More chapters will come and more people will grow to love the nutty Rose Kuro just as much as I do. *closes the blinds when fists bang against the glass window from the outside* Amy, Koga and Tyler will be joining us in the next chapter. So hold on to your hats cowboys, it gonna get wild up in here.
