Meryu: A New Beginning

It's like waking up to find the nightmare still there. As much as you try to
convince yourself that you're just dreaming you know the truth. You're trapped.
For some reason your life's become the prison you've always feared so much. No
amount of running or hiding can change that either. Yet, you can't seem to
accept the reality before you...

So, you pretend. Pretend that life's fine. And if you try hard enough you even
start to believe it. Even if it's only for a day or a few hours at a time.
Still pretending's got you this far, so you see no reason in stopping. Somehow,
you hope that one day... you won't need to pretend. That's enough to keep you
going... for now.
Slowly it wrapped around, enveloping her within emotions that were so familiar
they seemed foreign. That scared her, more then anything ever had before. She
didn't turn back, that wasn't possible. Something seemed to beckon her to
continue, releasing her soul and the almost lost memories of her past. As much
as she tried to resist, she couldn't. Soon she found herself caught up in an
overwhelming freedom that she all but forgotten. Now the piano's smooth rhythm
was all that surrounded her, easing her mind.

Suddenly the piano's rhythm was accompanied by another. She'd been so evolved
in the soothing beat of the keys beneath her fingers, she hadn't noticed the
soft sound of approaching footsteps. Softly she allowed her fingers to move
over the keys, hoping that whoever it was would pass. No luck.

Slowly the door to the music room crept open. She slowed her playing to an end,
deciding to be discreet and just leave. As she bent, reaching out to grab hold
of her book-bag something caught her eye. Black genuine leather boots... they
were lace-up, knee high, top quality leather boots. Not what most girls in this
school would wear. They wouldn't be able to afford them, not at the price those
were sure to run. Slowly her gaze lifted to reveal smooth legs adorned by a
tight short leather skirt. The skirt was beneath another of what appeared to be
a bunch of long silken sashes. In a way, it reminded her of what a gypsy would
wear. Glancing even farther up, showed her that this was no modern gypsy or
anything but purely beautiful. The girl was in a black mesh shirt with only a
silk plum colored bra beneath it. 'Definitely not your top of the line
fashions,' She thought with a slight smile. 'Maybe better.'

Now her gaze rested on the most beautiful pair of blue-green eyes she'd ever
seen in her life, surround by wisps of short golden blond hair. A small gasp
escaped her, and quickly she looked away.

"Please don't stop playing..." the girl pleaded. Her blue-green eyes held
midnight ones once again. "I don't know... But I think I've heard that song
before." Their eyes seemed locked on one another. One pleading and the other
seeming lost. Suddenly the other girl dropped her gaze. 'Did I do something?'
she thought silently blaming herself for the girls quickened retreat. Slowly,
she watched as once again the girl took her seat and began to play. A smile
played at her lips as the soft melody once again filled the room.

The girl at the piano ran her fingers over the keys. She seemed to have talent,
reaching into the soul of the instrument and pulling out the melody of a wild
river and the wind. She mingled the two, causing them to smoothly dance around
the room. Lost in a world all her own, in her own music... her memories.

Soon the magic of the piano's rhythm slowed, and began to fade as she hit the
final notes. Her eyes were closed still, as they had been since she'd began to
play. She seemed to be lost and searching her own soul with the phantom notes
of song. She seemed to still hear there beat, as strong as when she's been
playing. She could, she could hear the soft humming of what almost sounded like
her mother's voice. Slowly she opened her eyes. The girl still stood in the
room with her with a slight smile on her lips.

"Hi," The girl greeted holding out her hand. "My name's C.T." The girl still
held her hand out waiting for her to take hold of it.

'I can't do this,' She thought suddenly. Quickly reaching for her bag, she
started for the door. "Mine's Sakura. Nice to meet you." She stopped suddenly
when she heard the girl's voice.

Her voice was soft as velvet and just as enticing. "Why? Was it something I
did?" Her eyes searched out Sakura's and was pleased to find them.

"No," Kura stated simply. "It's not you... I'm just... well, I need to get
somewhere. I'm late." She gave a quick smile. 'Late for destiny....' she
thought with a sigh. "I'll see you around... tomorrow." She said, quickly
making her way out the door.

"Yeah, tomorrow." C.T. sighed heavily. Gathering her stuff, she headed for the
door. "It's possible I might, um.. maybe I could... follow her." her sentence
faltered at the sight in the hall. There was no one in the hall and she'd only
left a moment ago. "Well, I guess I'd better get home anyhow..." C.T. said with
a sigh and turned the opposite direction, towards home. Or what most call
home....