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Title: Forged Life of a Black Rose
Author: Nyoko Mitsu
"{ }"- Phone
"..."-Talking
"=="-School Announcements
'...'-Thoughts
'[{( )}]'- Authoress Notes
Summary: Kinomoto Sakura has had her whole life taken away from her. Her whole family killed before her own eyes. She is the sole survivor and witness. Sakura is so scared of the life that lies in front of her. So many fears how can she survive a single day? What happens when the killer comes back to finish the job?
Last Chapter:
There was another figure in the distance. She sat there, atop a tombstone, and watched all in reverned silence. She sat there until all had left, and walked towards the burial. A sudden gust of wind came about and blew the parchment to her feet.
She picked it up carefully, and read it. Tucking it into her pocket, she dissappeared into the shadows of the night...
Chapter Three: Muted Revalations
Terada-sensei stood at the ront of the classroom. He was trying to teach the students algebraic expressions, but found it useless. Everyone was dwelling on the fact of the anniversary. The one month anniversary of Kinomoto Sakura's death. No one was taking it too well. Expecially not Syaoran.
He sat there, his glowing orbs had lost their light, their life. 'Why is it so hard to believe our hearts are made to broken?' The thought scuttled its way about his head, causing him to frown. He had lost everything when Sakura died. She was the reason he could actually stand living in Tomoeda. She was the reason he had shedded his dark exterior. She was the reason for his melting icy heart. She was his reason for life, and now she was gone.
He felt empty, confused, lost. He knew he could be worse off. Like Tomoyo. He peered to the girl sitting at his right. Her eyes were glassy, as if threatening to cry. She looked like a puppet. Sakura was the puppet master, in a good way of always being there, and now the strings had been cut. She was just a doll, a forlorn puppet. Tomoyo now had to take anti- depressants for her condition. Ever since Sakura's death, she had tried to commit suicide numerous times. Every time she swore she was closer and closer to seeing Sakura. Tomoyo looked different. She no longer cared about her sense of style. Her hair was messy, knotted. Her clothes shabby and unwashed. His thoughts were interrupted by the loud speaker.
"=Terada-sensei?=" The voice box crackled.
"Yes?" he answered.
"=We have a new student here for you. We'll be sending her in shortly.="
"Okay. Thank you."
Mr. Terada hoped this new student would be able to take some of the students out of this dreary mood. A few moments later, he heard a soft knock on the door. When he opened it, his eyes widened at the sight of her.
"Ahem." the teacher tried to gather the attention.
Only half the class listened. That is until she walked in. Then she became the center of attention. In walked a young girl like none of them had ever see before. She had midnight black hair, with tips of fire red. It was put into a messy bun with two bangs framing her face.
Make-up was piled on her face. It looked like she was trying ro conceal something. She had eight peircings in each ear, along with the left side of her bottom lip. The baggiest pants adorned her legs, they were black bondage pants with red lining. Peeking out, you could see a pair of steel-toe boots. Her top consisted of a fishnet shirt with a tank top over it. The top had a heart on it, being shredded to pieces by barbed wire. Covering the rest of her was a long black trenchcoat that flowed freely to her ankles.
There were many looks she got from the class. Most were weird looks, wondering what she was. Some were admiring, thinking she actually had the balls to wear that to school.
One was entranced. Syaoran. There was something about the girl, but he couldn't pin point it. He had seen her somewhere before. He was certain of it. He racked his mind, but that got him nowhere. He looked at her face and was startled to see her looking back at him. Her eyes were pure black. Swirling pools of a mysterious abyss. He was getting himself lost in them, when she abrubtly turned away. There was something in her eyes. Longing? Sadness? Fear? He couldn't tell if it was one or all.
"Students," Mr. Terada started back up. It was somewhat difficult to hear him through all the whispers and chatters. "Her name is Kalay Black. She just transferred here from..." He shuffled throught the papers she handed him. "... England. Uhm... Would you like to tell us something about yourself?"
Kalay touched her throat and pointed to the piece of paper. Terada- sensei nodded his head in affirmation. "Oh, I apologize." Then he turned to the rest of the class. "Kalay is a mute. She can hear everything but she is unable to speak."
There were gasps around the room, and one of the assholes sniggered, "Ha! She's a fucking retard!" At this many of the class laughed. Some were to afraid, taking one look at her face. Syaoran glared at the idiot and Tomoyo awoke from her dazed state. She looked at Kalay with appreciation, as she had ignored the fool and walked, with her head held high, towards the seat pointed out. It was Sakura's old seat.
After seated, Mr. Terada continued with the lesson. Kalay looked at her math worksheet in confusion. Tomoyo leaned over and whispered, "Do you need help?" Kalay nodded. By the end of the class, Kalay was able to understand the worksheet. Her and Tomoyo talked alot. Well, mainly Tomoyo. Kalay just nodded and wrote anything down she needed to say.
For the first time in a month, Tomoyo smiled. She had a new friend. She would never be able to replace Sakura and would always remember their wonderful memories, but this helped. This helped a lot.
Kalay felt someone looking at her, and turned. There was that boy behind her. The one that was staring at her earlier. She gave him a weak smile and he glared at her. She turned back and wrote;
Tomoyo, who is the guy behind me?
"Oh, that's Syaoran."
Why is he glaring at me?
"He's not the most friendliest person in the world. He's just upset. We all are."
Why? I don't understand.
"Today... " She broke off as she took a quick break. "Today has been exactly one month since our best friend was murdered." A solitary tear slid down her cheek.
Murdered?! I'm so sorry. Would it too much to ask how you knew her?
"Oh, no. Me and Sakura were bestest friends since we were kids. Syaoran moved here when we were seven, and he fell in love with her." Tomoyo looked at Syaoran, and saw him glaring daggers at her, for bringing such up. She knew Syaoran would probably murder her in her sleep for telling the next part. Expecially to a stranger, but she would find out about it eventually. "Her name was Kinomoto Sakura, her whole family was killed in front of her. A week later, she too, was killed. Her and SYoran had confessed their love to each other right before he died."
At this Syaoran threw his notebook down on his desk and stomped out of the room. Kalay looked at his retreating back, and felt sorrow build in her. She felt so bad for him, he lost his love.
Syoran made it out the door. He could feel her eyes on him. He paid no heed, and kept walking. He needed to get out of there. There was something about Kalay he didn't trust. She was hiding something.
Tomoyo and Kalay finished out the rest of the class in silence. When school was over, they left and went their separate ways. Kalay took the long way to walk home. She had the oddest feeling that she was being followed. She looked over her shoulder but there was no one to be seen. Her black hair flew behind her as she hurried and then came to a stop in front an apartment complex. Home. There she made her way up the stairs to hers, K- 26.
Out of tree jumped Syaoran. 'So, that's where she stays. Soon all your secrets will be mine.' With that he walked off, making a mental note of where she lived...
Kalay's Apartment
Kalay's POV
After getting inside of her apartment, she heaved a huge sigh of relief. She could've sworn that there was someone behind her. She could feel their presence. And Kalay didn't like it. She made sure the door was locked, and threw her stuff down on the ratty couch.
The apartment was shitty, but it was home. Closest to any home she'd ever be able to get. She had lost her original home. Kalay shook the thoughts from her head. 'No use bringing up old memories.' She reached down and pet the furry brown and white cat that curled to her feet.
Walking into the bathroom, she stripped out of her clothes. The pants were quite heavy but they were good for concealing. Then she carefully took out her contacts one by one. She stepped into the shower. The cold water was like a burst of fresh air. It felt as if it could wipe away all your sins. She wished it could. It washed down her back, and legs. She flinched at the slight stinging sensation. Some things just weren't quite healed yet. The make-up washed off her face and neck. The water flowing into the drain was turning black and gray. The temperary dye in her hair made it way out.She'd have to remember to get permanent dye. The black surrounded her body with a light tint of red. Thinking to herself, 'I look like a creature of Death. Ha.'The thought amused her. 'I am.'
As she stepped out, making sure she was dry and wouldn't have water dripping all over the floor. Kalay looked into the ceiling to floor length mirror. She was kind of afraid to see herself. She was so ashamed. If only they all knew the truth about her. Then they would all hate her. Her legs were covered in scars, some still fresh. Those were the ones that stung when water touched them. Countless cuts everywhere. She'd never be able to wear shorts or bathing suits again. She fingered the thin lined scar across her neck. This was the reason she was unable to speak. Unable to be herself.
The furball cat came running into the room and mewed at her. She scooped him up and pet his head. His silver tag shined and the name 'Kero' could be seen etched into it.
She looked herself straight into the mirror then. Her eyes wavered slightly on the rugged scar below her now greenish eyes, but then looked at the whole image.
What she saw wasn't a person named Kalay Black. It was young girl scarred by anything life had brought towards her.
And her name was Kinomoto Sakura.
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Hi. So... what did you think of that? So... Sakura's alive! Now how might this have happened? Wasn't there an open casket at the funeral? Hmmmm........ Don't worry. Truth shall be told soon. Don't hate me for making this happen so soon. And don't you like the name of the chapter? Oh, if you're wondering about the name Kalay Black... Think about the title of the story. Forged Life of a Black Rose. Kalay means rose. Black = Black. She has forged herself a new life. Got it? Oh, but what about Syaoran? What if he spies and finds out her secret?! Well, you're only going to find out if you read. Oh, sorry the chapters are short. Please read and review. If you want to, leave your email or put me on your Author Alert list, if you want to know when the next chapter is going to be out.
Quick Question: Any suggestions for the name of the killer? He'll be making an appearance soon enough. If the name's shibby, then I'll use it. I'll credit you for it. And I'll use your name in the story or whatever name you want to use. Okay?
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