Sorry that all of my stories are taking so long, but I'm like being killed with school work over here so I try to type as often as possible and lately, sadly, this poor story has been left out, well…on with the show…
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Sailor moon, besides this plot, that is mine and you can't have it laughs maniacally
Chpt. 2 – Rose Petal Memories
No one could possibly understand just how she felt. She had lost the one person that had, out of no where, stolen what little heart she had left and taught her how to love again. Then, on top of that, she couldn't even end this life so that she may have the chance of meeting him in the next. Why couldn't things just be simple? Was it all because she was royalty in disguise?
Rini's mind trailed off onto a million side paths of such thoughts, her depression only sinking deeper in as she proceeded to school. Fiddling around inside of her light pink jacket she quickly found a small glass jar attached to a chain which hung loosely around her neck and pulled it from inside her shirt. Held within the jar were a dozen or more white rose petals, all seemingly flawless. The entire world slipped away as she focused more and more upon the petals that lay within that small glass enclosure. Finally the world fell away to the point that she no longer saw where she was going and, finding a rather large gap in the pavement, she tripped and fell…hard. She felt the rocks beneath her gash deep into her right knee and was rather afraid to look and see just how much damage had been done. Yet upon looking she found nothing, well, nothing on her leg. Smeared upon the pavement was a rather copious amount of blood, or so it seemed, yet where there should have been a gash, a cut, even a scratch upon her body, there was nothing. Not even so much as a bruise. What had just happened she could not explain but is seemed to her she was both blessed and cursed by being able to be injured with out being injured. Never the less, she roes from her sprawled position upon the ground and continued her daily ritual of walking to school.
The day passed like a blur. Only moments after entering the room Rini had completely lost all focus upon the class and any of the lessons. The teachers no longer held her gaze as they once did. Now there was only one spot in the room that she seemed to take an interest in, the empty chair of a short term friend. No body seemed to care that he didn't show up to school anymore, it was almost as if he had never existed. No one asked where he was, or why he was gone, they only accepted the fact that he was not there and moved on. Suddenly the thought occurred to her that maybe they didn't realize there had ever been someone there. What if something was altering the way they thought so that they couldn't remember the boy that once sat among them. The thought passed, though, just as quickly as it had come. Looked upon as ludicrous by its creator, such an idea could never be true, that was only possible in scenarios that involved a few rare and powerful people, why would they protect a boy. Suddenly the bell rang, class was over, and it was time for Rini to make the long trek home.
Slowly, just as she always did, she followed the same path as she had day after day back to her temporary residence in the past. Her path took her past the place where it had all happened and once again the memories came rushing back. She remembered standing there in complete shock, unable to even defend herself, when he had jumped in the way, and taken the blow. She could never repay him for his bravery, though, for he was gone now. Suddenly she stopped and stood, staring down at the place where she had last seen him, the place where she had last held him, the place where he had said his last words…
"I'm sorry...I...I never told you...I... (Cough)...I..."
Tears welled within her eyes and they were only worsened by what was really there today. Somehow, amongst the bricks that formed the center of the walkway on which she stood a small plant had begun to grow in the cracks. It had vined its way up, a single stem reaching for the sun, and atop said stem rested a single white rose bloom. Reaching down she brushed it gently with one finger, it was so small, and seemed so fragile, like a life that was barely holding on. It reminded her of him when she had last seen him, barely alive, but the rose had one major difference to the boy it represent to her. It had continued to fight and, though still very small and weak, it lived. She cursed herself for not saving him and screamed to the sky…
"WHY?... You didn't even leave a body…all you left was a stupid rose…"
Here screams transformed into sobs as she kneeled down next to the small fragile flower before her and began to cry silently into her knees. Then she heard something. Not a person, not an animal, but something. As if the wind was speaking to her. It blew by and whispered to her things that no mortal man would know, but she could not hear it very well. She strained and eventually made out what it was trying to say…
'Like the rose…weak…with us…'
The voice was gone and had left her with nothing to go on. Shock turned to anger as the forces of this world seemed only to confuse her more. One hand flung outward to crush the small bloom that had caused her such a breakdown. She was within inches of demolishing such a weak and fragile life…and then she woke up…
I know I'm horrible using the old "she was dreaming" routine, but it fit so well, besides most of these chpts. Leading up to the main plot climax will be her dreams (sorry about the semi-spoiler but I thought I warn you) so if you don't like it then go somewhere else. I guess that's all, I'll try to post more soon. Latta
MK
