Title: Black Rose
Characters: Guess~
Word Count: 270
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "I've always hated roses...so I suppose it's ironic that my mom sent me to Ohtori."
Author's Notes: It should be easy to recognize who this character is, unless I've butchered her character really badly.
I've always hated roses, even before the shit hit the fan at Ohtori. It's really ironic, actually. I mean, my mom loves roses. She's always in her rose garden. Weeding it. Watering it. Tending to it all the time. I remember when she took up gardening, when she bought her first rosebush. It was this special one with bright orange petals. I took one look, and hated it. I knew, even at four years old, that she would care for that rosebush and love that rosebush more than she loved me.
My mom bought five more rosebushes that year. Only the one with bright orange petals survived the New Year's frost. Or maybe it didn't. Because when spring came around, the blooms were deep, near black, purple. My mom was amused. I wasn't. Even at four years old, I understood the meaning of the black rose.
My parents went to Ohtori when they were young. My mom's always reminiscing about the rose garden. How she and my dad shared kisses there. How the gardener grew these spectacular roses. So it's no surprise that my mom sent me there. I vowed never to enter the garden. But I'm not very good at keeping promises, am I?
There are a few gaps in my memory from my time at Ohtori; I never want to find out what happened in the gaps. But I know roses were involved because a sickening feeling enters my chest whenever I try to think about it. Especially the time marred with black roses. Because do you know what a black rose means?
"You belong to me forever."
