Snow flakes hit the ground softly outside a crowded pub , in the sleepy town. A pair a red eyes glow in the corner, watching the scratches television. A familiar feminine voice calls his attention to the box, the voice shakes…His memory will be with us always…A set of fingers tap unto a desk, cigar smoke escaping a set of fat lips. Annoyed by the female on the screen, the man in a suit scowls….And so it is with a heavy heart that I step up…
In a land that mourns, the rain pours. A set of slender finger gently run over an old picture faded with age. In the photo a young couple holds a tiny infant, smiling unknowing of the carnage that would rip them apart. A tear escapes from a lavender eye, landing on the old photo. The newly made orphan looks up into the mirror. A stranger looks back at her. Her hair having grown longer in the three months she had been home, was know pinned up and twisted into a bun. Her eyes once vibrant with youth and life, were slowly fading with grief, outlined pink and puffing from crying. Taking a deep breath she finishes her makeup, restoring the color of her face and covering her grief. She runs her hands over her new kimono, riding it of wrinkles. "Lady Kisagari its time…" The girl nods , looks into the mirror one last time, as if to say goodbye.
It seemed as if the planet to were morning the death of Lord Godo that day, it had been raining since two days before when she was told. Not a single ray of light peeked threw the clouds as Yuffie Kisagari Lord Godo's only daughter climbed the stairs to the balcony. With all the courage she could muster she prepares to address her fathers people….her people. She knew this day would come, though she never dreamt it would be so soon, nor under these circumstances. Normally tradition states that not until an heirs twenty-first-birthday could the coronation take place. Yet here she stood , barely seventeen, about to take on the responsibility of being a ruler. If only Godo had not died so suddenly. Her heart was sore, her feet like anvils. Taking one last breath , Yuffie Kisagari faded away and died, only Lady Yuffie Jade Kisagari ruler of all Wuati . Lady Kisagari walked unto the balcony and gazed down unto her people, smiling weakly.
…..My people…. It grieves me to tell you this this but our Lord…. Lord Godo Kuja Hectoshignge Kisagari…is dead. He was a great leader, and an even greater man…. Lady Kisagari pauses breathing deep, her heart bleeding. She could see tears stream down faces in the crowd as chocked sobs echoed there way to her ears, she wipes a tear of her own away and regains her composer and finishes her speech. I man walks out from behind her , holding a roll of parchment. And the coronation begins, in the end of it all the tear stained faces now beamed up at her with joy and pride. "Long live Lady Kisagari" the crowd yells, after she is done with her vows.
….. I present to you Lady Yuffie Jade Kisagari……A fist slams down unto the wooden desk hard , snatching the remote the man throws it threw the screen. Sparks and glass flying of in different directions. " You okay boss?" A tall lanky man asks his hazel eyes peering over the rim of dark sunglasses……Long live Lady Kisagari…. A golden claws deposits the required amount of gill unto the table, and leaving the bar into the snow, a red cape waving in the wind behind him.