Destiny, is it something that sends us off on an inevitable path? Or is it the complete opposite leaving us at a crossroad and leading us down the path we truly desire for ourselves?
For those that believe in destiny, do they desire a scapegoat they can blame for all of the bad that has occurred in their life? Or do they wish for a celestial being to be in control of decisions they find too hard to make for themselves?
As for the other party that does not believe, do they wish to be in control of their own future or path that is to come? Or do they just refuse the idea of an existence capable of deciding ones future or path?
Or do they chose to take the path less traveled by? The idea that there is such a being capable of controlling ones future but to ignore and fight its very existence for a path made of completely you own will. An idea that indeed does not go unnoticed by such a righteous being, and one that is not easily forgiven, one that comes with a hefty price.
"Hitsuzen" (destiny or fate) witnesses the birth, life, death, and reincarnation of two such people who refuse to bow down to the rules of fate. Constantly fighting the inevitable to one day be able to be together, proving that one such Hitsuzen does not control the lives we live.
Now as the tale is to be spun we might consider such people as our "star crossed lovers", who indeed venture across the stars to one day be able to reach the other once more.
Chapter 1
The glistening water in the pond reflected the beauty that surrounded it, the lightly shaded pink petals of the surrounding sakura trees that slowly floated down to softly touch the surface of the pond. The bridge overlooking the small pond reflected the face of a person of unspeakable beauty, her golden hair swayed softly with the rhythm of the breeze as her hazel orbs studied the surface of the pond with a determined glare.
"You'll get wrinkles if you glare at things like that, ojou-chan." A voice said with a light laugh from behind the girl. A young man now stood beside the girl his gaze also attracted towards the surface of the water. Tufts of pink hair, comparable to the sakura blooms, could be seen spiking off into too different directions without the slightest hint of an organized pattern, suggesting sleep was still wearing off. Tired charcoal orbs stared into the reflected ones of the girl.
"Well there would be no need to glare if my father wasn't so stingy!" The young woman said as she quickly turned around to look at the young male, her long silk kimono fluttering with her every movement. An intricate design of butterflies embroidered the entirety of the ensemble, her wooden sandals lightly stomping the ground as she pouted. Not to mention the cleavage that was left for the world to see that she deemed as her displaying her "femininity."
"Why would the Lord have a reason to be stingy with his favorite and only daughter?" The man said with slight amusement. He was outfitted with his usual guards' form of dress (a blue and with hakama) with his trusty sword at his side, which he had unusually named Happy. His lightly chiseled face offered a light grin to the pouting girl. "Especially with Ojou-chan's birthday coming up so soon."
"That's just it, Asahi, my father intends to sell me to the highest bidder when my 18th birthday comes around!" She said making her breasts slightly bob up and down as she raised and dropped her hands in an exasperated motion. "He no longer hears reason, giving up his own daughter for a few more yen. It's unforgivable!" She declared with a voice thick of anger. Turning to her male companion she finally notices the scowl that graces his features, his murderous aura permeating the air.
"How dare he!" Asahi whispers in a deathly low growl. The girl quickly, but gently, places her hands on either side of his face forcing him to stare directly at her.
"Asahi, he will never! Ever! Tear us apart, and that is a promise." The girl says with a smile, she follows with a whisper that could scarcely be heard. "You that I love you, Asahi." Leaning her head against his own.
"Chiharu… I love you too." He breathed out as he leaned closer to Chiharu's lips, capturing them in one fell swoop. As the wind blew her free falling hair blew around the two, hiding them from curious eyes.
"Haaaaahh!" Lucy woke up with a gasp, quickly breathing in and out trying to refill her lungs with much needed oxygen. She quickly stood up throwing the hotels comforter on the ground, stumbling through the mess of clothes on the floor to reach the pink journal that patiently sat on the table on the opposite side of the room. Grasping at any writing instrument that lay scattered on the desk, finally deciding on a flowery pink pen, she quickly jotted down her dream recalling all of the details down to the last petal. When she finally had finally finished writing she sagged back into a chair with an exhausted sigh, placing a hand over her tired eyes. Her eyes scanned the desk once more, glancing at the various notes and drawings that covered it. She lightly picked up a drawing that had lain under a stack of messily piled papers, which accurately depicted the man from her dream, down to the pink hair and black eyes.
"Why do I keep dreaming of you."