Red Rose, Blue Rose, by the Sea

She gets ready to close the shop, sweeping away trampled petals that, when caught by a gust of wind, are blown away, spinning helplessly at the mercy of the relentless winds, a feeling she knows all too well.

So many years had passed since she had woken, a princess in a fairytale, watching the sun breaking through the darkness of night, reflecting on the crashing waves that pounded away at the cliff. The dawn of her new life, as her old memories were washed away, blending to form new ones. She has not seen her brother in a few years, but she knows he's alive somewhere, he has to be, and even though she doesn't know what he looks like now (does he still look the same as he did on the night of the festival, she wonders) and can barely recall the sound of his voice, distorted by the phone, she knows he is still alive. Years have passed, and she knows now, year's after his final phone call to her, that she will never again lay her eyes on her beloved brother in this lifetime.

As children, they had protected each other the best they could, holding each other as they blossomed into teenagers. While she had slept, a plant in winter hibernation, blood had stained the other's purity, red, red like his hair, like a heart, pumping out the last ruby drop of blood. Her petals are tainted with sorrow, crying where the other could not. Despite all the years, she believes that they are still the same as they were those lifetimes ago, still the same.

She remembers packing a bouquet of roses to a tall blonde (a foreigner, maybe?) as he eyes her for a moment, then glances at his wrist. (strange, she thinks, as he has no watch) He pays, glancing around at the shop, thanks her, and leaves. She wonders why he seems a little bit familiar.

Her wedding was a small one, one that none of her family attended. (they are all, with the exception of herself and one other of course, dead) She wasn't too sad though, and was not too disappointed at the fact that no one could give away the bride. After all, her brother was busy, and she was just glad that he was still alive somewhere.

Life moved on, people coming and leaving her life like the push and pull of the ocean's tides. Some leave forever, others return. Now, a lone tear runs down her cheek, her trembling hands on the swell of her growing stomach. On the table rests her long lost pair of custom-made earrings, complete with a bittersweet, short note. A sad smile rises.

"Are you happy with your life now?" the words echo faintly, she can't hear him much anymore, and, once again, she nods and says yes.

The redhead watches the blonde remove a letter from the leg of the owl. "Do you have anyone you want to send something to?" the blonde asks. A childish face with blue hair is recalled, despite the negative response that falls from his lips.

AN: I'm sorry, I lied. I said this would be out at like… um, Friday right? LIAR, INSERT BLURB OF EXCUSES HERE ABOUT DAILY LIFE AND TESTS AND ETC Oooh, I also said I'd do Ken or Omi next, huh… Aya-chan (that's who it was, for those oblivious people out there) just came out earlier, but she was kind of hard to write. I'm not really sure if she got her earrings back after Weiss, but I'm guessing no, so I returned them to her… Oh, I also said that she gets married too, complete with baby, and doesn't meet Aya/Ran ever again. Geh, I cheated, this wasn't that much about Aya/Ran. Well anyways, the last scene is from one of the last chappies of Weiss Side B