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She looked out through the pearlescent frost covered windows, into a silver white storm that swirled on the crisp air. Snow covered the gardens, covering the tender new green shoots of grass in favor of its alabaster purity. Packages immaculately wrapped in ivory rested untouched upon her desk, Hojo's unwanted offerings of flowers, chocolates, and medicine.
In the eyes of her friends, she saw their transparent confusion. How do you explain the desire for the simplest of gifts? They would never understand. She longed for a smile that showed gleaming white fangs, the twitch of a silvery ear, the scent of forest held in silken white strands of hair.
She offered a wan smile to the three childhood friends. How do you explain what you yourself do not understand? That she craved the caress of sharp white claws, a gleaming white fang raised in her defense.
She watched them in their unsullied innocence as they giggled and whispered of love's mysteries. Images of love based on movies and books. Not seeing them for the pasty, ghastly bleached images they were. They missed the vibrant colors of love. The crimson red of the blood your love shed to protect you. The golden amber of his eyes that shimmered with tears left unshed or filled with concern. They could not understand the sharpest rebuke was only a desperate plea not to endanger yourself.
Arms now laden with packages and books followed twittering girls. A flash of blood red fabric and before her stood the figure of her musing. With a familiar snort of annoyance, the packages were taken from her to be carried by one far stronger.
"Thank you," she murmured.
Another snort and a nose tilted upward in feigned anger. "It's getting cold. Your mother was worried. Here."
An envelope thrust into her hand opened to reveal the white note card. In an almost forgotten art, in an ancient kanji, was a single phrase.
A wave to her friends and she followed the barefoot hanyou, her heart repeating the words of the note. "Happy White Day, Kagome."
In the eyes of her friends, she saw their transparent confusion. How do you explain the desire for the simplest of gifts? They would never understand. She longed for a smile that showed gleaming white fangs, the twitch of a silvery ear, the scent of forest held in silken white strands of hair.
She offered a wan smile to the three childhood friends. How do you explain what you yourself do not understand? That she craved the caress of sharp white claws, a gleaming white fang raised in her defense.
She watched them in their unsullied innocence as they giggled and whispered of love's mysteries. Images of love based on movies and books. Not seeing them for the pasty, ghastly bleached images they were. They missed the vibrant colors of love. The crimson red of the blood your love shed to protect you. The golden amber of his eyes that shimmered with tears left unshed or filled with concern. They could not understand the sharpest rebuke was only a desperate plea not to endanger yourself.
Arms now laden with packages and books followed twittering girls. A flash of blood red fabric and before her stood the figure of her musing. With a familiar snort of annoyance, the packages were taken from her to be carried by one far stronger.
"Thank you," she murmured.
Another snort and a nose tilted upward in feigned anger. "It's getting cold. Your mother was worried. Here."
An envelope thrust into her hand opened to reveal the white note card. In an almost forgotten art, in an ancient kanji, was a single phrase.
A wave to her friends and she followed the barefoot hanyou, her heart repeating the words of the note. "Happy White Day, Kagome."
Literature
ATLA: Sacrfice LovDes Ch.13
Chapter 13
- Previously -
"I think you to need to chill out," Katara smiled and returned to the kitchen.
"Woman, get back here!" Zuko roared. "Katara!"
"Her name sounds nice when you yell it." Iroh grinned.
Zuko melted the ice immediately and ran into the kitchen to teach her a lesson. Katara saw him slide in and she screamed while running away from him around the house. When the water bender made sharp turn to go in the hallway and Zuko crashed into the wall; only to be angered more and chased her furiously into the bathroom.
He scared her when he busted the door open and lunged at her, causing them selves to fall into the big bathtub
Literature
ATLA: Sacrfice LovDes Ch.16
I suggest you go to the journal that I placed in the description down below so that you'll know why I won't be posting up Part II just yet. Arigato!
Chapter 16
- Previously -
"So where's the next place to be? There aren't many places that aren't crawling with fire benders." Zuko stated angrily.
Katara sighed, "I don't know, someplace with the terrain we need, duh?"
He growled, "Don't get smart with me."
"Please," she said sarcastically, "if you had listened, you wouldn't have gotten her."
"Was I supposed to leave you there terrified?! He knew I was a fire bender!"
"That's only because you didn't trust me to go on a date by myself!"
"
Literature
ATLA: Sacrfice LovDes Ch.05
Chapter 5
- Previously -
Iroh then spoke out loud to him self, "perhaps I can make some herb tea for her."
"I don't see what the big deal is, she JUST got sick." Toph stated as if it was nothing.
"If she got wet in that freezing water, then she might go into hypothermia." Sokka stated and kicked the dirt, "this is just great, and we don't have any frozen frog things to give her here."
"And I can't go to the islands and back before they thaw out either." Aang frowned and heard rustling in the tent.
Katara came walking out tiredly and looked at them all gathered about in front of the tent. Her eyebrow raised and looked at them curiously a
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