When The Blossom Snaps
Chapter 11: Cold As Ice
"I never thought I could be this powerful..." The red-head mumbled, examining the glorious ring that adorned his finger. He took a deep breath before taking in his surroundings. He was at home, yes. His brothers had most likely- No, scratch that. They've already gone through the process he had just experienced. But there was someone that laid in the back of his mind, someone that held his attention. Who was that?
Forget her, already. I'm telling you she's not worth your attention, or at least for now...
Shaking his head lightly, Brick exited his room and walked in Boomer's room. The blond laid on his bed, his eyes closed causing Brick to realize he was asleep. He walked towards him, trying to catch a small glimpse at his brother's hand and soon saw the ring. The light from the window reflected the gem, looking as if there was a spark inside the gem itself.
"You too?" Brick turned around, catching sight of his younger brother in surprise.
"Oh, it's just you..." Butch gave his brother a smug look, placing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. He walked closer to the other two, taking out one hand and softly smacking Bricks shoulder to the side. "So..."
Brick shot a look at Boomer before looking back at Butch with a expression that looked like he was thinking about something. "Crazy, I know..." Looking above him, Butch let a chuckle escape his lips as he slowly closed his eyes. "I guess we're involved in this fairy tale gone wrong as well."
"I admire you, Blossom!" A young girl that looked to be the age around eight exclaimed, wrapping her small hands around the older girl's waist. Blossom, who was rather surprised by the girl's words, slowly lifted her hands and hugged the girl.
Blossom ended the hug, examining the girl as she stood there, shaking from all the excitement bubbling inside her. Her hair was slightly darker than regular auburn hair, barely passing her neck. The ends were uneven, and her bangs were all over her face in a tangled mess. Her strapless dress, a soft tangerine color, was torn from the bottom and looked as if some parts were burnt. Around her fragile wrist was a golden bracelet. And her eyes were a beautiful magenta color. "Thank you," She replied softly, kneeling down to meet the girl's face. She gently grabbed the young girl's hand, and asked, "But...Why do you admire me? Bubbles helps more with caring animals and paints amazing portraits. Buttercup is a great athlete and has an immense amount of strength. Bunny is the sweetest person, always helping father around and just loves to cook for the entire family. I just sit around and read, take long walks and sometimes have conversations with people. There's nothing admirable about that, now is there?"
She shook her head side to side, her hair whipping her cheeks. "Yes, there is. You're so pretty, so kind, honest to everyone, and you never fight, no matter what the situation is. And that's admirable in my book," The young girl flashed her a smile, looking up to her with admiration in her eyes.
"I see..." Blossom mumbled, taking a step backwards. "Well, that's so sweet of you. I've never actually seen you around here, but I can tell you're a great person." The red-head patted the young girl's head, a gentle smile appearing on her lips.
"I wish you would tell that to my other sisters," The girl commented, letting out a sigh.
"I have three sisters as well. If I've survived, so far, you can too," Blossom looked up towards the sky for a quick second. "It was really great talking to you, but I must get going-"
"Wait, but I haven't even told you-"
Blossom cut in her sentence, waving goodbye as she turned around, pausing her walking towards the castle. "It's alright. I'll see you some other time, okay! I must really get going!"
"Wait-"
"Goodbye, dear! Another time!" As Blossom turned around, she blinked for a second and was baffled when she realized the setting around her had changed. The village she remembered being at one second ago was gone, and around were gloomy-looking trees who's branches hung low, snow covering the ground and everything else. Her white dress that was once the similar pale color with sleeves that hung below her hands had transformed into a sleeveless white dress with a small red ribbon tied around her waist, a red cape around her shoulders, a pair of white gloves on her hands and the familiar cross tied around her neck. The eerie, cold silence was a bit abnormal, but she ignored the thought when she heard another voice around her.
"It always irks me to see you wear such clothing during this cold season, but then again...You don't mind the cold, do you?" He leaned in towards her lips, but was stopped when two fingers were placed on his lips, ending the almost-kiss even before it had started.
"Please, how many times must I repeat it?" She asked, stepping back towards the tree, placing her arms across her chest. "I am not an object that you can just smother with your acts of affection. I have more self-respect than that. And have you forgotten already? I'm the pure one," Blossom replied, sending a mild glare at the young man that stood before her.
"I thought that was the blond, am I correct?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Partially, yes. She had painted murals portraying violence and war in the past, and Buttercup's violence is always in view for the public," Blossom murmured, walking towards Brick in a calm motion. "I've been meaning to talk you about something."
"And that is?" Brick asked, intrigued by her words.
"Us, you and me. I've been thinking...We can't really keep this up, you know..." Her lips formed a frown, her eyes breaking contact with him. Brick was confused by her words, waiting for her to continue. "People will eventually get suspicious why I disappear randomly at times during the week, then rumors may spread and before you know it..."
"I must point out something. You haven't even allowed me to kiss you, so what gives them the damn right to think we're together?" Brick retorted, bringing back the topic of how she wouldn't let him get near her face, even less her lips.
Rolling her eyes, she looked at him with a bored expression. "And your point is? Sorry to burst your bubble dear, but that won't stop rumors from being born. And please, just cause I won't kiss you, let alone allow you to kiss me doesn't mean you have to whine about it, alright? Your feelings towards me are rather obvious, don't you think?"
"Obvious? At least I have the courage to come up here fearing no one and not worrying that someone is following me-"
"Are you calling me a coward?" Blossom asked, taken back by the way he was arranging his words. "Well excuse me, but I'm not some high class warrior that has nothing to except stand back and lead others. I have a life as well!"
"Oh, so now you're saying my life is pointless? Wow, I feel so honored having those words come out of a girl with royalty in her blood!" He exclaimed, bowing in sarcasm to show her the respect she typically expects.
"Well, I apologize for stating the truth!" Blossom held her neck high, not allowing to bring her pride down. "I didn't come here to be told what's wrong with me." She turned around, walking off towards the path that led to her home.
"I didn't excuse you!" He yelled back, running after her in attempt of stopping her.
She turned back, shooting a deadly glare at his direction. "I never asked you!"
The air around him became stuffy, colder at the same time. The wind picked up speed and the snow beneath him was freezing. Wrapping his arms around himself, Brick suddenly felt a short breath escape his lips. "Whatever...You'll eventually come back. And I'll be waiting.." He hurried his way on the opposite direction of where Blossom was heading, mumbling cuss words as his mood become more upsetting.
Blossom, noticing his presence was gone, stopped walking and stood in the chilly snow. Her eyes were watery, but she didn't let herself cry. Was her life always this stressful?
"You lied," She thought she heard a voice whisper behind her.
"Look, Brick, I thought I told you-" Turning around, Blossom was surprised not to see Brick but instead a girl who looked to be around her teenage years. Her untamed hair was a darker shade of auburn and reached just below her waist. She wore a faded orange dress that reached her knees, but was torn and pieces of the fabric were hanging by a thread. And her eyes were an amazing shade of magenta-
Then it hit her.
"Y-You're that girl, the one I spoke to a while back. Oh my, it's been so long-"
"Five years." Her voice murmured, her eyes tearing the eye contact and stared at the ground below. "It took us about five years until we spoke again."
"I guess time's passed me so quickly-"
"Of course someone like you who doesn't age rapidly wouldn't let time get ahead of their plans, now would they?" She cut between her sentence once again, but Blossom ignored it.
"Yes, you're right-"
"Even if it means having a secret affair with a boy from another kingdom. But that doesn't matter, does it?" At the end of her sentence, Blossom's eyes widened, worry taking over her body.
"Wait, that wasn't what it looked like-"
"But it doesn't matter, because I myself enjoy a forbidden love story. Who doesn't?" The girl asked, giving Blossom a fake smile.
"Look, I swear it wasn't what it seemed. We were just talking-"
"Talking? Seriously? I'm not that stupid. Do you remember when I told I admired, why I admired you," She paused, giving Blossom a moment to remember their entire conversation. "Yeah, because of your beauty, your kindness, your honesty, the way you can always avoid war. That's not what I saw just a moment ago."
"I know it seemed that way, but what you saw was actually-"
"Stop lying! Damn, I know you're trying to avoid me saying the truth! I admired you, and this is how you repay me! By showing me your true self! What the hell?" Her hands formed into fists as she felt tears stream down her cheek. "Blossom, what happened to you? Was I that damn ignorant as a child?"
"Give me a chance to explain. I didn't mean to let that happen. It just...did, and I can't change the past. But please, understand when I say I'm not a perfect person and I didn't mean to do that to you...I'm such an idiot!" Blossom told herself, stepping closer to the girl.
"How do I know you're not lying as well? Tell me!" She yelled, more tears pouring down. Her knees failed and she dropped to the floor, not caring if her bare skin made contact with the icy snow.
"I put it on my heart that I'm telling the truth. You have to believe..." Blossom whispered, nearing the girl even more.
"But that's the problem: I don't!" She screamed, covering her face with her hands as sobs escaped her lips.
"Please...Forgive me...I didn't mean to do that.." Blossom gently grabbed hold of the girl's wrist. At contact, the girl screamed and threw her arm back, pushing Blossom back with her other hand.
"Get away from me! I don't ever want to see you again! I hate you! I hate you, damn it!" The girl yelled with fury, her eyes darkening as more pain was shown in her voice. Standing back, Blossom watched in agony as the girl gave her one last look with her pained eyes before turning her heel and running off. "Never talk to me ever again! I hope you die!"
At that moment, a single tear slid down Blossom's right cheek. Her eyes watched as the girl ran away, an object dropping out of her pocket before she could realize it. Slowly walking over to the object, her knees dropped to the ground as her fingers carefully scooped up a small golden bracelet. She switched the side, and engraved on the bracelet was a single name:
Berserk.
Instantly, Blossom awoke with a jolt at her bed. She was frightened, her heart racing at one-hundred miles per hour. The hairs on the back of her neck had stood up, and her breathing was quick and rough. She only stared at her hands, not allowing her eyes to travel anywhere else. A sudden icy, cold feeling hit her almost as if her room was a block of ice. Blossom felt upset and worried that she could only sleep for a short amount of time before her dreams become visions, or at least that's what they felt like before they began to resemble nightmares.
That could not be Berserk, could it?...She thought to herself, now beginning to see the similarities.
Dismissing the feeling as being tired, she began to to lower her head to her pillow when she hit something hard. Lifting herself up and rubbing the back of her head, she turned around and widened her eyes.
"Oh my..." Instead of her fluffy, cozy pillow it had somehow transformed into a block of ice. Or at least it was inside a block of ice.
She turned around to see her room and was even more surprised to see her room was a winter wonderland.
Ice had frozen the ground the ground and the ends of her bed; Ice was hanging off almost everything in her room. Everything except her. A single thread of ice trailed from the area around her pillow to her bed and finally the floor which connected with everything else in the room.
Blossom stood up grabbed the phone near her bed, mumbling to herself, "I'm calling Bunny..."
She placed the phone in front of her face, waiting to dial the number. Realizing how tired she really was, Blossom sighed and was shocked as she saw her breath, which now resembled ice slowly freeze the phone on her hand.
Tired and surprised, Blossom just felt her head swirl and fainted with no care if she fell on ice.
Hi there, my peeps! What's been up lately?
So here is chapter ten, and I hope you've liked it! The flashback/vision/dream/nightmare is quite long, but does give some hints about why Berserk present version hates Blossom. Oh, and before I forget to mention it, since Blossom is a goddess she doesn't age all quick, but I'm still deciding if in her whole other world, should she be an immortal goddess or a temporary goddess. We'll just see~!
So anyways, I hope you've enjoyed and don't forget to REVIEW! :] Till the next chapter, later~
~Lucy
