Right then, as promised, a surprise entry by Haruka Tenou Distant Sky King, a.k.a. Ruka-onee. another good writer; search her out and take a peek. she decided to randomly join us for this song :D

I think it's pretty good anyway, and sorry it took me so long to upload these ones guys! I'm looking for Chilly Down as i type and you read!

Song: Just A Dream

Author: Haruka Tenou Distant Sky King


The past two weeks had been more hectic than she had thought possible, but the day was finally here. March 19th, the day she had been waiting for since she was sixteen. Her sea-blue gaze drifted to the shoe-box she had placed in the passenger seat of her marine blue convertible sports car. It contained each and every letter she had gotten from overseas in the past two years – all from one person. A smile touched her porcelain face; the very same person whom she would see again tonight, and be with forever after.

Upon arriving at the church, she wondered how things would work, or even if they could. Her soon-to-be spouse was Catholic, but she was not, and so she was just a tad worried things wouldn't work out. Pushing the unpleasant thoughts from her mind, she adjusted her veil and squared her shoulders. She pushed open the doors with one hand, and stepped into the inner room. A sound of trumpets caught her attention; she saw the military band – but not her. Everything seemed to slow and her vision narrowed.

The arms of her younger sister – Makoto – catching her seemed as if they weren't real.

A scream ripped from her throat, and the last thing she saw was the curtain of her own aqua hair as she collapsed.

Kaioh Michiru, woke with a start. Her silent scream echoed the one in her dream – no, it echoed the one in her memory. Sitting up, she curled her knees up to her chest, and laid her head on them. She gazed at the only picture which occupied her nightstand; the folded flag which had come with it rested in the drawer. Short-cropped, sandy hair; bright, playful emerald eyes; a boyish grin; a masculine physique; her uniform jacket unbuttoned at the top…

Nine years ago, the last time she had ever seen her.

Michiru didn't know how she made it from her bed to her balcony. Nor, did she know when she had removed he violin from its case. Her mind registered the time, but her emotions – as all connected to this day – seemed dead. It was 1:30AM on March 19th. The only sound came not from her; she did not cry, but her melancholy playing spoke more than her tears ever could.

And, after all, she had always been the eloquent one – no matter what she may have believed to the contrary.

Baby why'd you leave me,
Why'd you have to go?
I was countin' on forever…
Now, I'll never know.