Difinity: Well, I'm back with an all new fic!!
Otogi: Really? *thinks* Wait a minute! Why am I here?
Otogi: Well, I've given Yami a well deserved break from helping me out with my first fic, so now, you're helping me my little Otogi-chan!
Otogi: But why me?
Difinity: Well, like just said, Yami deserves a break now okay??
Otogi: (--)
Difinity: Now, will you do the honors?
Otogi: Fine then. Difinity doesn't own YuGiOh and she never will own anything, especially me.
Difinity: Well you're mine in my dreams, so that counts for something.
Otogi: (OO) Can we just get on with the fic?
Difinity: ^-^ All righty then!
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Dark Rose Maiden
By: Difinity
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Prologue………
" Would you like to buy a flower? Miss? M-mister? Would you like to buy a flower?" A lovely girl with bright brown eyes asked people passing by. She scurried to each person, her basket hanging on her arm, a flower perched in her hand. Her long brownish-red hair flowed behind her as she ran. Her plain gray skirt danced in the wind and she struggled to keep her prayer cap on. The laces of her cap flopped and tickled her face as they whipped against the air brushing them. She wore a woolen shawl that was tied around her shoulders. A black lace ribbon tied around her neck stayed tied to her. She smiled brightly at each person, asking if they would by a flower.
" Sir, would you like to buy a flower?" The girl asked a man who passed by.
" I'm sorry miss, maybe another time," the man said with a smile. The girl nodded her head and continued on her way to a woman carrying a basket of flowers. Not being careful the girl bumped into the woman, causing the flowers to fall and scatter on the floor.
" Stupid girl!" The woman screeched. " Now look at what you've done! My flowers are ruined!" The girl looked mortified, and she quickly reached for her flower basket.
" Oh I'm so sorry," she apologized. " I wasn't watching where I was going. I-I'll pick up the flowers." She reached for the fallen flowers, but the woman swatted her hand away.
" Don't touch them you wicked girl!" the woman growled. " I shall pick up my flowers and you shall pick up your filth." The woman glared at the girl. Both of them crouched down and picked up the colorful plants. The old woman stood, dusted herself off, and briskly walked away. The girl looked puzzled, but shrugged off her feeling of confusion. She took but a step forward when she looked down. A dark rose lay on the ground and she nearly stepped on it! How rare it was to see a dark rose. All the roses she had ever seen were either pink, red, yellow, or some type of a bright, lively color. But a black rose..how strange. She bent down, picked it up and examined it. It was perfect, the petals still in tact and it was still fresh. She lifted the flower to her nose and breathed in. No scent. None. How very strange..
" Well, I guess this is indeed a very rare flower, yes it is," she said aloud. " I'll take it home with me." At home that night, she took out a plain vase, filled it will well water and placed the dark rose in. She set the vase at her bedside, near a small candle that lit up the tiny room dimly. She sat at the edge of her bed, staring at the alluring plant. It's color wrapped her mind in a cloud of fog. She shook her head to rid her mind of the feeling. The girl stood and walked to the washroom, were she cleaned her hands, and dressed for bed.
Once in her room, she climbed on her bed, and slid under the quilt that spread across her bed. She blew out the candle, in the dimness of the night, and with only the light of the moon, the girl continued to stare at the flower. Her eyes grew heavy, and with a yawn, she fell asleep.
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" Would you like to buy a flower?" Another day, another time to sell flowers in the small town. The girl's kindness seemed to have faded, and she became more cold-hearted. A woman strolled by, and the girl rushed over to her, making sure that the dark rose which rested on her shawl did not fall out.
" Ma'am would you like to buy a flower?" The girl asked. The woman smiled kindly.
" Oh I'm sorry young miss, not today," the woman said kindly. A sharp pang hit the flower girl and she lost control. She reached out and grabbed the woman by the collar.
" Buy won, you wretched woman! I never take no for an answer!" she growled. The woman's eyes widened in fear. She quickly took out a coin and threw it at the flower girl.
" Take the money, keep the flower, just get away from me!" The woman ran away in fright. The flower girl bent down and picked up the shiny golden coin. She smiled ruefully. Over and over again, the girl continued to attack people, forcing them to buy a flower. Her basket was filled with money and she continued with her attacks. People shrieked, tossed their money to her and ran away. The girl ran home as fast as she could, dropped her basket on her bed, went to the washroom and looked into the mirror. Her hands trembled.
" What's happening to me?" she asked her reflection. Her once creamy colored skin was now a pale gray. Her bright brown eyes were slowly, but surely, turning to a black hue. Her hair, once brownish-red, was turning a pure black. She was falling apart and her personality was changing rapidly. She never attacked people, she always asked kindly and if the person said no, she would never force them to buy a flower.
Over time she grew worse, now she craved for a lust that was deadly. She struck at night, found what she could, killed who she pleased. She became feared throughout the town. Her sanity was slipping away. Her head was filled with commands to steal, kill, destroy. Yet all that time, she never parted with the dark rose. People who were attacked noticed the dark flower that always remained with her.
" The dark rose," they would say. " It's evil." Her reign of death continued, until finally, the rose commanded her to take her own life. But the rose continued to kill, for it was found by a young boy with a pure heart. He too, began to kill and destroy. It was said that only those with a pure heart could be possessed by the dark rose. It never died and that only a pure white rose could lift the curse and set the heart free. It was said that the cursed soul of the deadly flower girl remained in the rose for all time, and that she would control the possessor of the flower, or anyone who breathed in the bland scent of the rose. The maiden would control the person from beyond the grave, and command them to kill. Anyone who knew the truth was to die.
Yet it all began with the pure flower girl.
And thus began with the legend of the, Dark Rose Maiden…
Difinity: Sooooo, how do you like it?
Otogi: ^-^ Evil!
Difinity: (--) Yeah, I figured you'd like it, but what about our reviewers?
Otogi: They'll like it too!
Difinity: I sure hope so.
Otogi: Read+Review plz!
Difinity: Hope you all like!! ^_______^ C'mon Otogi-chan let's go to Chili's. I'm hungry.
Otogi: Me too!
*poof*