Hello,
minna! Ah, time for a new fic for Ami-chan! What strange things can I come up
with for her this time? Well, read on….
As
just about all my fics, this is manga based, though I don't think it
makes a big difference here…just in case, I reference to something called
a 'lemure' used by the Dead Moon Circus…in the manga, the
Amazoness Quartet uses these to attack dreams.
Italics are Ami's thoughts.
Sailormoon
does not belong to me, but to Naoko-hime, who has fed all of our
obsessive-compulsive habits towards anime. I make no claim on Sailormoon,
though it would be cool if it were mine. I do, however, own Kami. (read on, and
find out who that is…!)
And
as always, feel free to mail me at queen2126@hotmail.com
Ja
ne!
-Queen
A
few terms you might want to have:
Miyako-
Modern day Kyoto, capital of Japan in the Heian period, 11th century
Amida
Buddha- Buddha of Paradise, where people could be reborn through their faith
Koto-
13 stringed instrument
Shoji-
paper door
Waka-
poem
Sakura- cherry blossom
Monogatari-
a telling, a story
Tatami-
a mat made of rushes or straw
Murasaki-
lavender
Furin-
a windbell
Cicada-
a noisy insect, associated with summer
The Bloom of the Mountain Cherry
Prologue-
And as she slept, she dreamed.
And the visions of faces fell before her, painted onto the blossoms of the sakura petals, of enemies of long
past, of friends who she treasured. But these sights were not earthly, for they
swirled and passed by her, and she could not touch them, as their beauty faded
and wilted under her fingertips. There was sunlight, or perhaps moonlight, but
from no source that one could see, coming from every space, ebbing into her
vision, washing away the darkness, but blinding her even as she tried to grasp
for some stability in this tiny enclosed world.
There was a sound of laughter, and as it is in dreams, the world shifted,
becoming a place it was not. The high sound of a vibrating string reached her
ears, sounding in her mind to be beautiful and sweet. But the pitch grew, and
there was the sound of breaking, a scream in horror, and then a face filled
with tears, eyes milky and white. There was a roar of water. And then only the
quiet, and the blinding brightness.
Eyes opened to the sun streaming in though her window, the girl who dreamed
buried her face.
I'm a failure.