A/N: To ibfangirl, Kunu and Lady Stress: Thank you for the reviews, I think on the sequel a pairing should rise up. No?
But can I just hug all of you?

To anyone else reading, I love you so much! *huggles*
Varspool: Oh dear, this story is going to be a long one. Stay with us everyone!


.:Emotions I Can't Name and Memories I Can't Recall:.

The lights swayed in her eyes, danced in her mind and warmed her face. Even though she didn't know what went on in front of her, the lights kept her occupied till then. She had forgotten what happened; the memory of the past no longer existing. While she stared at the blinding lights, something tingled in her brain. A feeling that was foreign to her. The only emotion that she hugged onto her entire existence was curiosity.

No. This feeling made her hands tremble with- wait..
She never experienced such a thing.

This emotion made her want to run and hide, made her feel so-
So human. Because, in all things, this was something a human felt in their lives.

"Wait, she's not human?"

"Where am I?"
It didn't matter, she needed to go.

But the thought had vanished when the door on the left opened, revealing a young girl with flowing blond hair and a caring expression glued on her pale face. Interest sparked in her aqua eyes when she noticed the girl lying on the beautiful white couch and pranced towards her.

"Oh! You're awake. I thought you would never wake up," The girl shoved her hands in her pockets and pulled out a gray rose. Even for the color being dull and boring, the flower shone brightly. Nimble fingers took the rose gently and brown eyes shyly scanned the blond's face.
Don't be rude Amber. Ask them what their name is.
'That voice. I heard it before. And the name sounds so familiar.'

"What's your name?" The girl asked, now forgetting about her current situation. The blonde's cat like eyes snapped their attention away from the rose in her hand and smiled.

"Mary. Might I ask you the same?" That question was a tough one, but going with what the mysterious voice said she managed the one name she briefly remembered.

"Amber. Name is Amber." Mary let out a giggle.

"Well, Amber, why don't we head on out. Our friends are waiting for us!" The blond said with a hand reached out for Amber.

Amber's slow mind grasped the idea of friends. She felt as if the word 'friends' were new to her. The word slightly tickled her mind as she took in Mary's hand and with sluggish effort, pulled herself up to join Mary and her friends.

"I have a feeling that everything is building up now."
"That's what the story climax and plotting are for."


It took Ib a great amount of time to straighten up. The banging had stopped, and the thunder in Ib's chest ceased to a low thump. Books crowded her line of vision; a door was centered at the end of the room. If she could muster the strength to stand, or even move, things would've been easier.
Ib wasn't hurt, not at all. It felt as if her limbs were made of jelly. Every attempt to raise her arm was pure agony. It just didn't work.

Ib laid there, unable to move or think. She wasn't even started when she heard screeching and a thud that shook the ground. Footsteps grew louder when they got closer to Ib; who silently prayed that no one more frightening than the painting flew in.

The door that Ib went through to avoid the Lady in Red slowly opened and a short girl with black hair that looked dark blue from the glare of the lights slid in, something red and tattered held in her grimy hands. A look of menace swallowing her features. However, at the sight of Ib, softened to nothing but worry. Her blue irises were rimmed with concern and she dropped whatever she held and grasped Ib's arm.

Ib's eyes grew wide with shock when she glanced at the girl's shoulder. It was like a puzzle piece missing from its spot in the picture. Further up, a rose was placed neatly in her hair. Half of its petals missing from the bud.

"Oh you poor thing! We have to get you somewhere safer. You don't know if anything dangerous were to lurk in these bookshelves." She said, her voice hoarse. "Here, I'll carry you. I'm not very well, but I can see if this would work." With a grunt, the girl lifted Ib and shifted her onto her healthy shoulder. From this view, Ib was able to see the rose better.

A strange red substance stained the ragged flower. The used-to-be pretty pink petals were mostly consumed by the red.
But Ib shrugged it off.

Nothing harmful could get her now.


While the two walked, Mary couldn't help but to watch the teen from the corner of her eyes. Even though Amber seemed to be a mellowed out person, Mary could feel something evil lurking inside her.

Mary sensed a competition would come soon.
No one was allowed to be more cold-hearted than she was.

Amber swerved her head to look at the floor, stopping dead in her tracks.
"It's a dragonfly." She pointed at the non-existent insect. Mary silently scoffed.

How much trouble could she be?

"Let's get going Amber!" Mary let the thought slip by.

We'll be friends forever.


A/N: Any comments or complaints are appreciated. If you have any ideas on the story, share them!

-PandaAffinity

Panda, you're such a loveable person.
-Varspool (aka you did not see this)

note: Amber's rose color is supposed to mean void, emptiness, lack of emotion, and isolation.
Or that's what I heard. But since she is special, her rose is gray.

I thought I can try something different in this fandom :3