'' Aaaah-ah…Al-eh-ex…'' Yui whispered in a low voice probably no one heard. She soon realized she was in a bed that was situated in a spacious room she recognized right away. ''White…Rose?'' Yui remembered from her last encounter with the purple-headed woman she now knew had something to do with someone's past. Most likely and logically, Yui's past.
''Oh, Yui, you are awake,'' said a low, soft, impassive voice. A woman of deep blue eyes looked down at Yui, causing her long blonde curls to fall over Yui's right cheek. ''Now, tell me, who is that purple-headed woman?'' The eldest blonde asked, suddenly her tone becoming defiant.
''P-Purple-headed woman?'' Yui asked, perplexed at the fact that Christa might know what Yui dreamed of. The thought embarrassed her, since Yui sometimes dreamed of Alex- and no, Yui was too pure to fantasize over perverted scenes so don't even ponder that possibility!
''Yui, don't lie to me. I heard you in your sleep. You kept on mumbling about a purple-headed woman, someone with green eyes, and-'' The blonde paused, and then resumed on talking. ''And a white rose. Please, Yui, I ask you to reveal to me every detail of your dream. Specially every detail about the appearance of that purple-headed woman. It's the only way I can help you, sweetheart. I don't want to lose you…Or to lose your trust. Won't you confide in me like you always do? Tell me all your secrets and every memory you have worth sharing?'' The woman looked pained, and suddenly her eyes took a crimson glow, as if the woman's eyes were becoming red. A red that was a shade similar -no, identical to Yui's eye color. As if by cue, the woman looked away, and when she turned her head to her previous position, she saw Yui was trembling.
''Yui…What's wrong?'' Asked the blonde, realizing Yui was shaking harder as each second passed. ''Yo-Y-Y-You a-are th-the Wh-White Rose!'' Yui said, her voice faltering and croaking with fear, realizing the woman in front of her should be in a tomb, at a cementery, not haunting Yui while she should be in the afterlife.
''Why would you say that?''
''Don't lie! I know you were supposedly buried, I KNOW!'' Yui said, now backing up until she eventually fell off the bed. Christa rushed over to help Yui up, but Yui was too afraid to accept Christa's hand. ''Yui, listen to me. It's too hard to explain and it could put you in danger if you know too much. That's why Cordelia is giving you all those flashbacks, all those pieces of your past. Yui, please, I beg you, I implore you to allow me an opportunity to explain myself!''
''Ex-Explain? What do you have to explain? Would you care to explain why you have possessed another woman's body? I witnessed the funeral! I witnessed your funeral! Right in front of your tomb, there was a picture of yourself, and many candles lighted in front of it, to honor the dead person's life, that's your life!'' Yui accused, then she continued talking, growing frantic. ''I saw everything. The portrait of you as you really appeared, before you died. You had red eyes and white hair with a purplish shade to it, a lighter shade than-!''
''Cordelia's?'' The accused woman proposed.
''Y-Yes…'' Yui whispered, her voice soft, as she remembered the woman with the cold and dour but yet sympathetic expression. The one Yui remembered snapping at the small child, as if she truly were as cruel as her smirk depicted her to be. However, if she was so cruel, why did she give Yui her memories back?
''For a child with amnesia, you sure take no time in accusing people.'' The blonde said in a soft, amused voice. ''Yui, maybe it is true that I am not taking my original form, for that would mean to dig a corpse and then bring it back to life.''
When the woman saw Yui's apprehensive expression, she quickly lifted her hand up to indicate she wasn't done explaining. ''But there's a reason for that, Yui. Now, let's stand up from the floor and go to the living room, where we can talk like ladies.''
She proffered Yui her hand. ''Shall we?'' Yui didn't take her hand, but instead hooked arms with the woman, in a sign that she was allowing her a second opportunity to explain herself.
At the living room, Yui and the blonde woman sat across from each other at a small table. A servant brought the females a jar of tea, two teacups, two teaspoons, and a small glass container that contained sugar and that stood beside a small jar of milk, in front of a bowl of sweet cookies of different kinds, all in one tray decorated with golden symbols that appeared ancient. The tea set, too, was decorated in embossed golden symbols.
Yui would have loved it if the conversation she was about to begin was just a small meaningless one with the woman who had shown Yui so much love. Remembering how sweet the woman had always been to Yui suddenly hurt so much it filled her with compunction. But there was no turning back, Yui meant business. And so out of the myriad of questions she was prepared to inquire, Yui spoke the most relevant to her, in a soft and curious voice,
''Who are you, really?''