Of The Tiny Flowers
mamo-chan and petit producshizzle x
AU (Alternate Universe) and OOC (Out of Character) kozumi fiction: the plot and other spare characters belong to me! Kouji and Izumi and any other Digimon OC's belong to Digimon, which I do not own. B
Haven of the Flowers
A long day had finally ended. It seemed like a perfect afternoon with the bright sun shining early in February. School was over with and the streets crawled with idle children. A strong gust of wind blew as a young looking girl appeared at the edge of the sidewalk. The blond looked incredibly alone, yet she had an aura that scared most people away. Violet eyes watched everything suspiciously. Her attire was purple, except for her large black sweater which consumed her upper body in soft baggy material. A backpack hung on her limp shoulders. It didn't carry books, but art supplies: various pencils, papers, and a few colored pencils.
To some, she looked normal enough, but others who saw here immediately stepped away from her and began to whisper behind her back. Hugging her large black sweater to her think body, she tried to ignore the ugly gossip behind her, but the wind carried the horrible words to her ears. Before the light turned green, she stepped into the busy street. Cars screeched to a stop, avoiding her, but the girl neither flinched nor screamed when a car swerved away from her. She stopped, walked slowly around the car and continued on her way down the side walk.
"I told you she was creepy. She's a good artist, but something isn't right with her," a girl said a bit too loud. Another boy answered, equally loud,
"It's like she has some problem with us. She won't talk to anyone,"
"Maybe she's crazy," another suggested.
"Or she could be some kind of witch. The wind seems to follow her," the first girl hissed, and then everyone dropped the subject completely.
The blonde's violet eyes drifted up towards the sky. No one understood what she had gone through, and no one certainly cared about her here. Simple creatures of the day could never understand a child of the darkness, such as herself. A flash of pink caught her attention as she saw pink petals float to the ground. The wind blew violently, causing a rustling noise behind her.
"The tree," she sighed. It was a pleasing pink and something distracting to take her out of her current slump. She had seen the tree so many days before, wondering when it would bloom, producing wonderful flowers, and then shedding its petals for beautiful green leaves. Shifty eyes watched her back, but she didn't care. There were enough rumors running around about her, so what was one more? Taking a running start, she hopped the incredibly high fence and landed in lush grass. So many aromas filled her nose, she thought she might collapse. It was breathtakingly beautiful; the garden had so many colors. Setting her things down by the shaded tree, she walked around, observing the beauty of this serene oasis. Hurrying back to her pack, she pulled out a pencil and a pad of paper, scribbling the different flowers with great accuracy. One after another, she ripped out each drawing and colored each with care. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, the girl looked up, seeing that it was time to leave this wonderful place.
"Oh, I shall return to thee, Haven of the Flowers," she dubbed the garden as she stuffed the pad of paper into her pack and leapt over the fence once more. Little did she know she had forgotten a few things under the pink blossom tree: her many wondrous drawings spread along the trunk of the tree.
There was the creaking of an opening window. Dark eyes peered out of the dark room out into the darkening world. The white papers caught his eye from under the tree in the corner of the yard.
"What are you thinking?" A male's voice rang out from deep inside the room. The dark eyes seemed surprised at hearing the voice, but did not shift from the interesting papers.
"Takuya, I'm only looking at the garden. No harm in looking," the dark eyed one stepped closer to the window, revealing long dark hair, pulled back in a long, low ponytail.
"You better not think of going out side again," the one named Takuya chuckled and appeared beside the other in the window, his messy brown hair under a cap. "You know what happened last time," he warned. The other said nothing, but stared out at the beauty he couldn't touch.
'One day,' he thought, leaning his elbows on the windowsill, 'I'll be well and be able to get out of this room and see my garden once again…'
mamo: Well, this was really short and I didn't really reveal much about the setting… wow. I'll do that more in the next chapter… Review and flame and whatever you feel like doing. Much love, till next time.
