If I could rearrange the alphabet… twenty-one of twenty-six;
Underpainting; because a new generation doesn't mean the old one has faded.
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One morning, a young girl laid an egg. Dismissing the idea that she could've bared in her sleep, she bravely ticked against the smooth egg, which was decorated by spats of bright colours.
This girl, she had a scientific mind. All things could be theorized, surely. Eggs, if not unfertilized, would at some point crack.. and this little egg, this smooth oval, had something living in it, that much was certain. No dead object could possibly be this warm.
Of course, this meant that the girl should not have been surprised when the egg did crack, one thunder strike running vertically from tip to bottom. And in two perfect halves, the egg shell gave way to reveal a fairy.
This fairy, or guardian character, as the little one called herself, was named Aya, and looked like an attempted embodiment of the rainbow with her multicoloured hair, compensated for by a teeny white dress. She was there to "make your most wished for personality shine through, Kaede-chan! Yoroshiku!"
This rational-minded girl, she slowly started believing in fairytales again, and when the hot blaze of summer gave way for the wet winds of fall, she was plucked right out of the first-day-of-school-crowd by a briskly-ponytailed girl, who seemed to know her way around the building enough the be a senior but managed to look younger anyway.
Aya, who had been tucked in an unused pack of her schoolbag, was pointed out with much abundance but without much hodgepodge, and Kaede met her kindred for the first time..
Guardians.
Her shaking fingers, which had never been able to hold a paintbrush, now splashed and swirled smoothly over pure white canvas, leaving flowing colours in its wake. Students and teachers alike marvelled at her newfound touch for the arts, and with the abilities Aya had helped her unlock, she filled paper after paper, bit by bit creating her personalised, colourful world.
Sometimes, on her way from the art room to the Royal Garden, where she and her new friends, a perky girl named Yaya, her silent shadow Kairi and the calmly confident Daiki, would meet, she would catch a couple that were even Yaya-senpai's senior. Whereas she was now their 'leader' or sorts Yaya-senpai had once been the baby of the old Guardian group, same as Kairi-senpai. Their old fellow Cards visited frequently, but with her new artistic sense, there were two that stood out to her the most.
She had never dared to greet them, because she had never had a part in the role they had played in their years on this school, but when she had asked Kairi-senpai, he had identified the boy and girl she was interested in as Fujisaki Nagihiko and Hinamori Amu, respectively.
So when she purposely delayed her departure from the art room when she saw the two going in the direction of the Garden, she took the brief time they were in her view to study them. Whenever they were visiting, they would always walk together, their hair, his strikingly longer than hers, more often than not tangling together in the wind.
This girl, this girl with her scientific mind who believed in fairytales again, this girl who had gained a touch for the fine art had come to appreciate certain colour combinations, and though she had never been fond of purple and pink together, not pre-Aya and not post-Aya, lost in the blues and greens and greys of that schoolyard, it suddenly seemed like the most interesting colour combination.
a/n this story is on 28 alert lists. I wonder where all of you are. I have grey nailpolish. If you want to see something cool, look up 'You're gonna miss me' by Lulu and the Lampshades. Good morning!
Aya means colour or design.. fitting, no?
Chipsyrupwhipcream: not talking to someone for a very long time also brings a feeling of awkwardness, I'm afraid oh, I fully agree! It's also bad when you've been as tall as someone else for years, and then suddenly he/she starts growing much faster and you're left behind XDD I'm lucky to be taller than average, but at home, I'm still tiny XD
Rosie-chan the First-ish: ^^ and I saw it right before I was about to up the new chapter! What timing! 8D Thank you, I most certainly will *hug*
Next chapter; V stands for vitamins (probs)
I believe R&R doesn't stand for Read&Run, but for Read&Review!
So don't R&R, but R&R ! (: