The rustling of the leaves was soft and calming. The two teenagers, Yui and Alex, walked through a forest for a while, until the sound of the rustling of the leaves subsided. The sound was replaced by the motion of the waves. They both reached a beach and began to walk on a rocky path.

Yui continued to walk at a steady pace, with Alex helping her regain her balance whenever her feet gave in. She smiled at Alex, knowing how much he cared for her and remembering her last month in the rehab center, where she had stayed in comma for a year until, the 13th month, she finally woke up. Her first sight had been a tall boy with pale celestial blue eyes and a dour expression, which brightened excessively when he saw her eyelids open. She hadn't been able to remember him, but after he had so carefully looked after her, flashbacks of their past as kids began to form in her memory, slowly developing and becoming clearer as the days passed.

She then began to have visions of Christa, the woman who had so joyfully received Yui in her household as soon as she had received notice of Yui's awakening. Yui didn't understand why Christa called her Rose, or even why Christa was so attached to Alex, but she figured she would eventually figure it out.

Yui remembered her first month after she had woken. She had met Christa and the two females had grown extremely close, as for Alex, well, Yui just couldn't help feeling different around him. She couldn't understand why she loved the boy so much. Of course, she would never gather enough courage to confess to him. He was just so close and so far from her grasp at the same time. He reminded her of her lost memories which she so desperately tried to grasp consistently for a year, until, as if by miracle, she gave up. She never relinquished the feeling of emptiness, however.

Yui stumbled and almost fell for her lack of attention, but Alex hastily gripped her waist and pulled her by the hand in a delicate, yet quick and firm move. '' Gomenasai!'' Yui quickly apologized to Alex, embarrassed at the fact that he still held her by the waist. Though he didn't want to, he released her and they resumed to walk.

The path was rocky and there were tiny shells and rocks scattered around everywhere the two teenagers walked, so Alex led Yui to walk on the sand, close to the waves. The rehabilitation center was now about a mile away, and Yui felt enervated and thirsty, but, not wanting to be a burden to Alex, she did not mention anything about it. This was a mistake. She realized this about two hours later, when, as the two still walked on the sand while approaching the corner of the beach, her feet gave in and she fainted, leaving a devastated Alex behind while her soul slowly drifted away into a familiar place she would always forget when she woke up. Or, did she?

''Hello, darling. My, your fluids are barely flowing! Why are you so intractable when it comes to that boy, just let him do what he exists for!''

'' What he exists…for?'' Yui echoed. ''But…what exactly is what he exists-''

''You really don't remember anything after you wake up except for those flashbacks I give you, do you, Rose?'' The woman before her said in a disappointed voice. '' Well, perhaps you will remember me if I relinquish the most painful memories of your life.'' She cruelly smirked, a smirk that Yui knew too well from someone else… but who?'' Tell me, child, what about me reminds you of something you know?'' the woman asked in a defiant tone.

Yui pondered for a few moments, then, shyly, she replied, ''Your green eyes, your smirk, but mostly…your-'' Yui paused, then resumed,'' Your fangs. No offence-''

''None taken.'' The woman seemed to be thinking about something, then she said,'' Rose, what if I told you who is it that you have forgotten about that reminds you of me?'' Yui stared at the woman, astonished that someone could hold Yui's memories. Then it hit her. How could she have forgotten? How could she have forgotten about a tall boy with green eyes, fangs, and a smirk equally as sadistic as that to the woman who stood in front of her?

'' No… it can't be… you-y-you a-are…'' Yui stammered, her vision suddenly seemed less obscured, as if remembering that boy had done the trick to clear up her vision and let her take in the features of the woman who acknowledged her with cold, yet sympathizing eyes. The woman wore a black, sleeveless, long dress that held three white roses on her left side, just above her breast. Her hair was long and of a pale shade of purple, with bangs that fell over her ears and ended up in slight curls. The woman was excessively pale, almost as white as Christa and Sakura and… '' Ayato…'' Yui remembered. Now the woman seemed pleased somehow, as if her purpose was almost reached.

'' Yes, Yui, Sakamaki. Does the name sound familiar? Now let me tell you something else- wait, no,that would take too much detail and thought from my part….Let us, then-Oh! Oh, I know what I could do. Here, give me your hand, child, let me bring you the past to your hands. Let's see if your reality will still be as sweet as you think.'' The woman took Yui by the hand and led her through a garden of white roses, through several different yards that were all connected through some door, until they reached the beginning of a long path that seemed interminable. There were trees of all kinds to the left and right of the path, and some of them formed a canopy above the path, which was made from a white kind of stone that seemed to glitter under the sun. '' Here, does the place remind you of anything?''

Yui didn't answer, and then the woman grabbed her chin and lifted her face. '' Listen, Yui, to the rustling of the leaves. Take in your surroundings. Does this path remind you of anything remarkable about your past?''

Yui shook her head, ashamed of disappointing the woman in front of her. The woman then let go of Yui's chin and instead took the girl's arm, feeling for her pulse. When the woman's cold finger reached the place where Yui's pulse was felt, she sent Yui shivers down her spine and the girl's vision blurred. '' I am sorry for you, Rose, I know what you are about to see will devastate you and yet perplex you…but it is your memory to keep. And so I will pass it down to you, because I cannot stand your being captured by my sons and leaving me without any second opportunity to take what is mine, can I?'' She smiled sadly, and that was the last thing Yui saw before she was back at the place she thought she had escaped forever: the Sakamaki mansion. However, she did not yet know it was the Sakamaki mansion, she recognized the household, yes, though it seemed less old than as when she left.

Yui was standing in an enormous yard that held a fountain at its center. There were flowers around of all kinds. From tulips and orchids, to lilies and roses. The roses, however were isolated from the rest of the flowers, and, unlike the rest of the flowers, instead of presenting themselves here and there, as if they were scattered throughout the place, the roses instead were all grouped together, so that they looked like a whole field of them. Yui instinctively walked beside the roses until she reached a set of steps that led somewhere else, another garden, probably, is what Yui thought. Because she didn't want to lose herself by going left or right from where she had originally appeared, she decided to follow down the steps, so that she could find her way back if she needed to.

Yui walked for what seemed an eternity, and she began to think she would die going down those steps. Until she reached the end of them and came across another yard. This one, in contrast to the first one, was quite peculiar. There were no roses, or fountains or even trees. There were only doors that appeared to lead to yet other places.

Yui was about to decide to go back, not even understanding why the purple-headed woman had sent her there, but then she heard voices, and someone called her name. Well…someone called her by her supposed-to-be-until-something-happened-name.

She turned around abruptly, startled by the sound of her antique name being spoken, the one her biological parents had given her before she had been named something else by the man who adopted her. She went towards the source of the voice, which seemed to come just behind one of the doors. She was right: the door lead to another yard. Curious, Yui went through the doorway and made her way through a set of bushes until she came upon an unexpected scene.

There was an immense crowd of people. Women, men, and children all of pale, white skin and a feature that made Yui know better than to believe they were ordinary beings: fangs.

The people wore dour and sympathetic expressions, but what caught Yui's attention was their clothing, not so much the style, which was mainly Victorian, but the color of the clothing. The vampires were all clad in black clothing, from head to toe their clothing and even accessories, such as their hats and purses, shared the same color of black. Yui paused, suddenly non-plussed. She let her eyes wonder to the hands of the vampires' hands. They were occupied with roses, red roses that held spines. The spines didn't seem to bother the vampires who held them, though. Yui traveled through the crowd of people, she then realized they were all looking at her. Their stares held sympathy, as if they knew something she didn't, and this vexed her. Apprehensively, she resumed walking, everyone present made way for her. She just kept walking until she reached a spot on the ground where a coffin was being buried. She then understood what she was seeing.

''A funeral… A-A funeral is being held… for whom?'' Yui asked the nearest male vampire. He, however, didn't respond or even made an attempt to reply. He just stood there, acknowledging the coffin with a sour and yet depressed expression. He didn't flinch, or move away, or anything when Yui shyly placed her hand upon his shoulder, so she spoke, a little bit louder. ''Excuse me, if-if you don't mind would you care to tell me who-''

A small cry was heard behind Yui, and she turned around to see a little girl of blonde curls and pink irises that were dilated with tears. ''Mommy…I want my mommy!'' the little girl cried, and she consistently faltered while repeating the same words all over again. Her voice was overcome by sobs, painful sobs that touched Yui's soul. She wanted to hug the girl so badly, to placate and console her, but when she placed her hands upon the sad girl's shoulders, Yui screamed in surprise.

Yui could not feel the girl's shoulders, her hands could actually go through the girl's body as if the girl was a hologram of some kind. Yui then recalled what the woman with the green eyes and cruel smirk had said: '' Let me bring you the past to your hands. Let's see if your reality will still be as sweet as you think.''

''EXCUSE ME!'' Yui yelled as loud as she could, but no one bothered to look at her. She then understood the vampires had actually never looked at her or made way for her. They had been looking at the child who walked behind Yui and who was crying now behind her.

''It can't be…'' Yui whispered to herself, astonished. ''I have really gone back…haven't I?''

''MOMMY! MOM, WHERE A-A-ARE Y-Y-YOU-UH!?'' The small girl shrieked. Now there were many vampires making way for someone new, someone Yui acknowledged and instantly recognized. It was the woman from before! ''Listen, to, me, you, small, nuisance!'' The woman snapped at the girl. Yui waved her hand, and it went through the woman's body. So the woman had something to do with the past. Wait… was this Yui's past? Yui was sure the woman had said something about the past changing the way Yui views her reality. The most logical way for that to make sense would be if the woman had brought Yui her past. Then it hit her.

Yui slowly looked at the girl and compared. The girl had Yui's hair color and even the same length and style as Yui's hair was kept. The girl's irises, skin color, and even facial features were almost identical to Yui if it weren't for a feature the girl had and Yui didn't, but features everyone assembled besides Yui shared: fangs. Yui then felt relieved somehow, to know that the small girl wasn't Yui's small self when she was five. But then… something inside Yui began to grasp for her attention. What if something had changed about Yui at the age of five so as to explain the difference between Yui when she was five and her future sixteen-year-old self? Could it really be possible? But that change would have something to do with the fangs, since it was the only feature Yui did not have in the present. ''From vampire…to-to huma-''

Yui's thought process was interrupted as the woman from before continued to speak in a hushed voice to the crying girl by something cold. A substance in the liquid state that made way through her throat, and her eyelids popped open. In the back of her mind, she could almost see a woman clad in a black dress that held three white roses smirk at her and tell her, in a hushed yet clear voice that only Yui could hear, ''The woman buried… she is the White Rose…'' Yui gasped, causing the water to fall out of her mouth and make her cough severely. A woman of pale celestial blue eyes looked down at Yui with a worried expression.

''White Rose.'' Yui remembered. ''But she was never buried!''