AN:I have taken your reviews on board and i hope i have done better.
And finally i sincerely hopeyou enjoy it.
Excuse it if its a load of garbage.
Disclaimer: The basic concept of this story came ot me via the Clamp team
--- Arashi's 9th birthday-----
The room was small but big enough for the growing girl that Arashi was.
The sun was setting outside giving the room a glow of the pink of the petals of a lily.
Arashi was reading the scriptures when she heard a knock at the door but decided to ignore it.
The knock came again and again but the only reply was silence.
It was often that Arashi did this. After a day's training with strangers, she often retreated to her room to spend time with her thoughts.
Arashi's thoughts wandered to her time withher parents.
She remembered her earlier birthdays and how they would come to her room at dawn to wish her a happy birthay.
Waking up to find boxes of gifts at the end of her bed and her eyes would light up with joy.
She was only young..what did she know.
Why did they abandon me?
She thought back to all the times she had stormed away to her room only to hear the quiet chuckles of her parents at her stubborness.
Sitting and crying in her room if her had not provided her with the attention she wanted.
Maybe she had forced them to leave this earth.
Arashi often went to sleep only to have nightmares which would chase her into consciousness in a cold sweat and heart pounding.
Her dreams led her to where rats would plague her, searching her body to see if there was any sign of death on her.
Her parents would watch with disgusted looks as they would finally see what the rats would find.
Her faith had died.
In other dreams, her mother would come to speak to her,kissing her forehead and soothing her with her voice. In Arashi's dreams, they would just sit, and be together.
She had always had a closer bond with her mother.
The knocking seized as Kaede entered the room.
"Arashi chan? Daijobo desuka?"
She walked in to sit at the end of Arashi's bed.
Arashi took in her appearance once more and yet everytime she saw her, she seemed to become more like her mother....or was it that she remembered less and less of her mother.
There was genuine concern in the woman's eyes as she repeated her question.
Arashi sighed an decided to finally speak. It had been a year since they had met and since then, Arashi and been speaking in mono-syllabic sentences.
The little girl couldnt hold on to her thoughts for any longer and so she began.
'Kaede san.....My dagger has not grown. I wont be able to protect myself or any others.
I have dreams...nightmares...and icant control what happens in them. Theres no order to them....and they all end the same way'
Arashi looked down to the end of the bed to where Kaede sat but there were no wrapped boxes of gifts.
'Arashi chan...........dont be afraid. You're growing up and this will be difficult for you now, but you will grow to understand your dreams. your dreams are a reflection of your feelings.
Once you understand your feelings, you will be able to control them. And oneday, you will find that your powers will grow.
You must have faith arashi chan'
She took Arashi into her arms and embraced her as a mother when she finds her lost daughter.
Arashi returned the embrace, finally feeling trust for someone, a mother figure.
Over the last year, as her training began, no matter how much the other priestesses tried to help her, she flinched at their touch.
However with Kaede it was different.
Kaede had brought her away from a world of poverty and brought her into the world where she was loved and praised.
'O kaa san' Arashi whispered to herself.
Kaede looked at her and smiled.
'Arashi chan...i love you as my own daughter and you are part of me. But you must understand.
One day, you will depart from this shrine and me, you will remember me only as one of many who have aided you on your way to fulfilling your destiny.'
A lone tear coursed down Arashi's cheek into Kaede's crisp kimono.
She wept not of grief but out of the intense emotion she felt welling up inside her.
Was it happiness?
Was it sorrow for the past or was it trust.
AN: Better?
For yankidee-do not fear, i was going to bring in the whole foreshadowing thing. But not just yet-she's only nine
Thanks for the reviews guys.
And finally i sincerely hopeyou enjoy it.
Excuse it if its a load of garbage.
Disclaimer: The basic concept of this story came ot me via the Clamp team
--- Arashi's 9th birthday-----
The room was small but big enough for the growing girl that Arashi was.
The sun was setting outside giving the room a glow of the pink of the petals of a lily.
Arashi was reading the scriptures when she heard a knock at the door but decided to ignore it.
The knock came again and again but the only reply was silence.
It was often that Arashi did this. After a day's training with strangers, she often retreated to her room to spend time with her thoughts.
Arashi's thoughts wandered to her time withher parents.
She remembered her earlier birthdays and how they would come to her room at dawn to wish her a happy birthay.
Waking up to find boxes of gifts at the end of her bed and her eyes would light up with joy.
She was only young..what did she know.
Why did they abandon me?
She thought back to all the times she had stormed away to her room only to hear the quiet chuckles of her parents at her stubborness.
Sitting and crying in her room if her had not provided her with the attention she wanted.
Maybe she had forced them to leave this earth.
Arashi often went to sleep only to have nightmares which would chase her into consciousness in a cold sweat and heart pounding.
Her dreams led her to where rats would plague her, searching her body to see if there was any sign of death on her.
Her parents would watch with disgusted looks as they would finally see what the rats would find.
Her faith had died.
In other dreams, her mother would come to speak to her,kissing her forehead and soothing her with her voice. In Arashi's dreams, they would just sit, and be together.
She had always had a closer bond with her mother.
The knocking seized as Kaede entered the room.
"Arashi chan? Daijobo desuka?"
She walked in to sit at the end of Arashi's bed.
Arashi took in her appearance once more and yet everytime she saw her, she seemed to become more like her mother....or was it that she remembered less and less of her mother.
There was genuine concern in the woman's eyes as she repeated her question.
Arashi sighed an decided to finally speak. It had been a year since they had met and since then, Arashi and been speaking in mono-syllabic sentences.
The little girl couldnt hold on to her thoughts for any longer and so she began.
'Kaede san.....My dagger has not grown. I wont be able to protect myself or any others.
I have dreams...nightmares...and icant control what happens in them. Theres no order to them....and they all end the same way'
Arashi looked down to the end of the bed to where Kaede sat but there were no wrapped boxes of gifts.
'Arashi chan...........dont be afraid. You're growing up and this will be difficult for you now, but you will grow to understand your dreams. your dreams are a reflection of your feelings.
Once you understand your feelings, you will be able to control them. And oneday, you will find that your powers will grow.
You must have faith arashi chan'
She took Arashi into her arms and embraced her as a mother when she finds her lost daughter.
Arashi returned the embrace, finally feeling trust for someone, a mother figure.
Over the last year, as her training began, no matter how much the other priestesses tried to help her, she flinched at their touch.
However with Kaede it was different.
Kaede had brought her away from a world of poverty and brought her into the world where she was loved and praised.
'O kaa san' Arashi whispered to herself.
Kaede looked at her and smiled.
'Arashi chan...i love you as my own daughter and you are part of me. But you must understand.
One day, you will depart from this shrine and me, you will remember me only as one of many who have aided you on your way to fulfilling your destiny.'
A lone tear coursed down Arashi's cheek into Kaede's crisp kimono.
She wept not of grief but out of the intense emotion she felt welling up inside her.
Was it happiness?
Was it sorrow for the past or was it trust.
AN: Better?
For yankidee-do not fear, i was going to bring in the whole foreshadowing thing. But not just yet-she's only nine
Thanks for the reviews guys.