~ ~ ~ *Yuuki;
No, it couldn't be true Juuri Kuran had been dead for well over now , eleven years. But the scent couldn't go unnoticed and it was indeed spot on. But probably Yuuki was wrong after all - she hadn't seen nor even interacted with her mother after he attacked the Kurans. Biting her bottom lip she bent forward and sat slowly on the lush green grass and fiddled about with her coat, how was it possible? No, someone was probably playing with her.. Perhaps Kaname is the one she's smelling - but this scent was more sweeter and embraced Yuuki in such a sweet loving hug that just reminded her of indeed sunshine. Instinct of a daughter could already feel the stinging sensation to her nose as her wine hues glistened in the moonlight, allowing the tears to fall and conceal her peach cheeks in the salted due drops.
If it was true - Yuuki needed to know the truth and wanted to see for herself her mother in the flesh. Perhaps just maybe Juuri could help the young princess. Minutes passed the sobbing princess until her concentration was disturbed by a branch being stepped on in the far distance, how could she had been so silly? Letting herself be seen or even be approached from behind in one of her most vulnerable states. With haste she held Artemis then turned swift fully to only come in contact with a concerned Kiryuu, his lavender hues watched his ex* best friend crying, and in the middle of nowhere.
"Zero. You scared me!"
"That isn't my fault, that you decided to sit in the middle of this forest.. and crying! You're a pureblood for crying out loud, I would have at least thought that Aidou would've taught a thing or two-"
But before anymore silly insults could depart his slim lips, the young princess had already entwined herself in the arms of Zero, comfort coursing it's way throughout her petite physique, she buried her face within his chest. Zero confused, didn't hesitate one bit to only return the much needed comfort the princess was searching for. Whatever it was Zero couldn't bare the sight of her crying - it was like torture to him. Allowing a sigh to slip out from behind clenched teeth there her soft mumbles emitted from a hidden face.
"Zero.. My mother.. do you think-"
"It's an absurd thought Yuuki, she sacrificed herself for you. It would be bad taboo if it was true that she was revived, and plus if it was true then surely the association would know of it"
Of course Zero had sensed and smelt the familiar scent but he knew that it couldn't be right? reluctantly Yuuki agreed as her grasp didn't even loosen one bit. Even though Zero reminded her of that night Yuuki frowned then continued to bite on her thicker lip. Standing there within the forest Yuuki continued to slightly sob over her mother. What a day.
- - -**Juuri
Isolating herself within the room after an hour of sobbing, Juuri finally decided to change her clothes. Walking up to the much familiar walk in closet of both Haruka and Juuri she entered in and ran her slender fingers over the vintage fabrics that adorned the closet. Such vibrant clothes were masked in dust. Sighing slightly she grabbed a simple purple dress that embraced her torso then expanded out at her hips stopping just above her toes and accompanying her feet were simple black slip on ballet slippers.
With a semi content sigh slipping the queens lips she soon ran her fingers through her knotted auburn locks as it elegantly fell and stopped at her thighs. Breathing in she frowned slightly then made her way of the room returning to the head of the stairs looking down upon the wooden planks that laid perfectly / fit and snug.
Scratching her forehead she descended from where she stood and down the stair case, a manicured hand gliding over the railing as her wine hues scanned every object she passed by - every thing holding a significant meaning towards it / for example the lamp that laid on the table was the exact lamp that she tried to throw at Haruka on that same day she found out that he was going to stay with her after all the begging and pleading she did to their grandfather - giggling at the fond memory her passion filled wine hues averted her stare from the object.
Finally reaching the bottom of the stair case she aimlessly walked around the mansion - Yuuki's scent still fresh as if she had visited not so long ago. But Juuri couldn't help but wonder of the thoughts that crept slowly into her confused mind - but before she could do anything she stopped walking for in the corner consumed in darkness she stared into mirroring eyes / wine in colour, messy auburn hair that tickled his chiseled handsome features. Kaname Kuran. There he stood emotionless and quiet. Juuri stared at him; a changed man he did look but before any action was preformed from the queen, the ancestor bowed his head a smile decorating his features.
"Mother"