Familiarity
I feel an object fly up and hit my head. Direct hit, if anybody really cared. But not even the young woman in front of me seemed to care she hit me. The young woman. With the blonde buns on top of her head.
I allow my tears to fall. Everybody around me tells me it is okay to cry, after all I've been through. They say when I am well enough, I will be sent to an orphanage. Nobody has claimed me as a relative. I have a friend. Fiore. But even he is leaving me. Soon I will be all alone. My tears cause my body to shudder, and out of nowhere, I feel a warmth on my leg.
"Don't cry," a soft voice murmurs. A voice like little bells. Her blue eyes stare up at me, hopeful.
I take notice of her hair, little blonde buns. I have never seen hair like that. Well, not that I can recall. "A close friend is going away," I sniff, trying to contain my tears for the little girl. "And I'll be all alone."
She takes her head from my leg and her gaze smiles up at me along with her lips. "Today, I'm gonna be a big sister, so I brought these for my mommy," She says, motioning with her small hand at a bouquet of deep red roses. She plucks out a single rose. "Here."
A heat radiates on my face, and I shakily take the flower. "Thanks."
She smiles and gives my leg a hug. "I'm your new family," she whispers, before turning away. "Mommy's gonna worry. Goodbye, family!" The little girl with the buns giggles before escaping my room.
"You know, that hurt, Odango Atama," I say hastily, words escaping me. She looks so much like the girl from my memory. It sort of hurts. I never did see her again.
The blonde spins around, her blue eyes glaring at me. "Baka, mind your own business!" She hisses, snatching the paper from my hands before I can look at it. She has blue eyes too.
I feel a twinge in my gut and look away haughtily. "Next time, use a trash can, Odango." I can't help myself. I have never had any type of feelings for anybody. And this girl brings forth a feeling I cannot describe. Her presence is all too familiar.
She huffs and stalks away, and my eyes follow her. She turns back to look at me. Noticing me still looking at her, her cheeks flush and she sprints down the street.
There's something about this Odango Atama that reminds me of my past, and I intend on finding out why she does.
A/N: AHH! Sudden Inspiration as I was reading Alicia Blade's "Saying Goodbye to Dorothy". I kind of edited a lot of the script from their first meeting and the hospital scene from Promise of the Rose. But, still. It was instant and I had to write this before I lost it. And I'm working on an idea with Seiya, Arty. Just making sure it's going to work! ;)