Author: Woopa PM
Whether in the past or the present, she believed her sin was unforgivable though nothing was her fault. Reincarnated along with her was the promise made every generation keeping her alive. "We'll meet again, in the future." YukixOCRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Yukimura S. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 6,659 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 11-24-11 - Published: 09-01-11 - id: 7344773
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Rina walked slowly and followed the many people in the same outfits. After all, she was horrible with directions.
She finally reached the plain brick wall labeled Rikkaidai Fuzoku after ten minutes and walked to through the gates.
"Where is it?" she mumbled sorting through her bag. "Ah ha!" She pulled out two sheets of paper.
"Let's see, class 2-B?" Rina read scanning the papers. "Where is that?" she asked mostly to herself. "Oh well, I'll just have to find it myself. I do have like twenty minutes." She took off in a random direction, which probably wasn't a good idea.
After about ten minutes, she ended up in on the roof or was it a garden? Maybe it's a mixture of both?
She groaned and asked herself, "Where am I now?"
Someone behind her chuckled and she turned around quickly by instinct.
"Need some help?" Yukimura asked, but of course Rina didn't know who he was.
"Who are you?" she asked suspiciously.
"I'm in charge of the plantation here. I'm Yukimura Seiichi. Pleased to meet you," he answered back easily. He raised his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Yukimura-san. I'm Makino Rina, but just call me Rina or Rina-chan. I don't really care," Rina answered shaking his hand.
"Then you can either call me Yukimura without the -san or you can shorten it like some do."
"Alright, 'Mura-kun. Do you happen to know where class 2-B is? I got lost," Rina asked. She was a little bit peeved about getting lost.
"Yeah, you can follow me," Yukimura said turning around and tilting his head toward her. He did a little follow-me gesture with his hand.
"Are you sure? You might be late," Rina asked.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine," he simply answered. Rina nodded and followed Yukimura. She'd probably never make it there without him.
"Introduce yourself," the teacher said in monotone.
"I'm Makino Rina. I just came from Italy. I love reading and music, but I like having fun above all," Rina introduced. She caught the smirk on Niou's face as well as the interesting look on Marui's face, but she easily passed them off for admiring fan boys. What an understatement.
"Anybody have any questions for her?" the teacher asked bored. He obviously didn't want to be here as much as the students.
"Are you single?" a random, unimportant person asked.
"Maybe…" was her vague reply. No one was put down. Maybe could mean yes. And, all the boys in the class, attracted to her hourglass figure, took it as a yes. Perhaps, they were all hoping for too much.
"Please sit next to Marui," the teacher droned. Why did he become a teacher?
"Who the heck is that? And why does my homeroom have to be so dull?" Rina thought to herself. She was a person who liked fun and boredom was quite…boring, for lack of better words.
Rina looked around the room to try to spot a certain Marui. She finally spotted a raised hand and walked toward it. Unknown to her, it was a certain white haired Niou instead of the red headed Marui. Of course, she didn't know what Marui looked like in the first place.
"Are you Marui?" she asked suspiciously. After all, she couldn't remember the last time she saw a white haired Japanese person who wasn't old.
"Do you think I am?" he asked back with an odd grin.
"No," she answered back simply. The whole class was watching their conversation. No one wanted to spoil the fun for Niou. They knew what would be waiting for them if they did. One word…Hell.
"Why not?" Niou asked amused.
"You're having way to much fun to be this Marui person," she said with a victorious smile.
"Makino. Marui is the red headed guy. That's Niou," the teacher finally spoke up. As much as he didn't want to be here, he still valued his life. Niou could ruin it with a single swoop.
"Ah," was her reply as she sat down next to the red head.
Class began and it was as boring as memorizing the periodic table, meaning it was extremely boring. Rina sat there the whole time reading the novel she brought with her. First period passed quickly as most students fell asleep due to the monotone voice coming from the teacher's mouth.
Second period is when the drama happened. The second teacher was younger and a female. She did not take kindly to students not paying attention to her. After all, her goal was to make sure her students learned.
"Makino! Pay attention!" the teacher yelled. Every student in the class turned to Rina.
Rina simply lowered her book and asked in a questioning tone, "Did you need something from me?"
Of course, she was smirking inwardly. "Oh, how I love to mess with these teachers," she thought.
The teacher's eyebrow twitched and she was obviously angry. "Makino. Answer question twenty three," she said holding back her anger.
"Violence is not the answer," the teacher thought. "Calm down," she continued thinking. She took deep breaths. 1. 2. 3. Then she was calm.
While the teacher was doing deep breathing, Rina was reading the question on the board.
Now, even though Rina didn't like reading history textbooks at all, she did love wars. She knew the answer, but that wasn't the problem.
"Should I answer the question? If I did then the teacher would probably leave me alone for the rest of the period. If I said I didn't know, the teacher might explode, but that make me on bad terms with the rest of the class," she pondered. "Ah, screw it. I'll go with the latter," she thought.
"I don't know the answer," Rina stated. The whole class laughed at her, but she wasn't watching them nor did she care. She was watching the teacher.
The teacher was barely containing her anger. "PAY ATTENTION THEN!" the teacher wanted to scream, but that would result in the loss of her job. "Just pay attention then," the teacher sputtered out after twitching like mad.
The bell then rang.
"Saved by the bell," Rina smirked. Of course she wasn't talking about herself.
Rina looked at her schedule and found out she had a twenty-minute break before the next class.
She picked up her bag and walked out the door, ignoring the odd stares from the rest of the female population who wanted to stay indoors and protect their "beautiful skin."
She whipped out her book from seemingly nowhere and continued on her path.
Using the shadows of people and the changes in light, she managed to skillfully dodge each and every person heading in the opposing direction.
Deep in a world she created, she failed to notice that she was heading up the stairs and through a door.
By the time she looked up she was at the very place she saw earlier.
She simply shrugged and began to look around.
Earlier, she was in a rush and she had paid no attention to the flowers at all.
On a closer inspection, she was specifically attracted to a single type flower. She was pulled in by its pure white petals and sense of pride. The surrounding flowers were bland compared to it.
She kneeled down, gently setting her book down besides her, to finger the white petals.
"Do you like that flower?"
Whipping around quickly by instinct, there was Yukimura.
She relaxed her shoulders and stance when she saw it wasn't some creeper.
"Yes. I love it." She was glancing wistfully at it.
"A narcissus? That's quite an odd choice. It seems more of a flower that fits Atobe than you."
She didn't know a person called Atobe and simply brushed it off.
"Do you know the story of Narcissus?" she asked looking up at him.
"I've never heard of it."
"His mother consulted a prophet when her son was at a young age. The prophet said, 'He will live to a ripe old age, as long as he never knows himself.' The son grew up to be a handsome man and a girl, Echo fell in love with him. But he rejected her and left her so heartbroken that only her voice was left. Thirsty, he went to the river to drink and fell in love with his reflection, not knowing that it was only a reflection of his own self. Whenever he bent down to drink, the image 'ran away.' Thus, he died from thirst."
"It makes sense. Narcissus in flower language is ego."
Rina simply smiled and said, "There's another meaning of this flower."
Yukimura's eyebrow rose in interest.
"Stay as sweet as you are."
With that as her last sentence, she stood up, picking up her book at the same time, and left, not before flashing him a brief smile that did not reach her eyes.
Surprisingly and probably miraculously, she found her way back to the classroom without any hassle at all. On top of that, it was a miracle the teachers didn't speak to her anymore for the rest of the day.
"What club should I join?"It was a requirement for all students to be in at least one club. It was made to prevent people from being lazy.
The problem was that she was good at almost nothing. "Jack of all, master of none," they say.
Heaving a sigh, she walked out the doors and through the masses of students. The girls were letting out high pitched squeals and were jumping up and in excitement.
"I fear for the future of womankind." But as curious as she was, she wanted to see what could get them so hyper like an addict finding a hoard of cigarettes in front of their house.
And then she stopped when she got to the very front (after stepping on a lot of toes). What did she see? The tennis team with sweaty galore were playing on the courts.
She had to stifle a laugh when she saw the red-haired person from her class fall and get dirt on his cheek. "It makes him look cuter," she admitted mentally, but it seemed as if the people surrounding her disagreed.
The air was thickened with "Are you okay" and wails of the word no.
"It's not that interesting." With that thought, she turned heel and headed back through the masses of people.
When she was over twenty meters away from the last person of the crowd, a tennis ball went sailing over the fence. As if danger was attracted to her, the tennis ball flew directly at her.
She whipped around at almost lightning speed and caught the ball with her right hand.
She blinked many times as if her head was trying to process the idea of her actually catching something flying at her from behind.
She slowly realized something. She couldn't move her hand.
By the time the person who hit the ball in the first place got there, her hand was back to normal, and she was examining it with a curious look on her face.
"I'm sorry!" A little kid with black curly hair bounded up to her.
"Is this yours?" she asked.
"Yes. Is your hand okay? I kind of hit it really hard."
She handed the ball back to him. Glancing down, she saw slight burns and a few bruises.
"You should get it treated anyways." She saw the speaker was a boy her age with a mushroom haircut and closed eyes. Surprisingly, the haircut fit him and it looked natural with his red hair.
"Do you have a first aid kit?" She was quite unwilling to walk around the whole school to look for a single nurse.
"Akaya, show her to the courts." Ignoring the massive amounts of glares she received, she followed Akaya, pondering about how Akaya sounded like a feminine name.
When she stopped pondering, she notes how he bandaged her hand. A blob was currently attached to her arm…a very white blob. She couldn't move a single finger.
"Did you even put on the burn cream?"
"The what?" he asked.
She simply sighed and began to unravel her hand.
After putting on the cream, she attempted to re-bandage her hand, but that didn't really work since she was right handed and she was only using one hand.
"Need some help?"
"That would be nice of you." Yukimura bent down to help her fix her bandages. The glares intensified by almost triple.
"It's nothing much. Think of it as me apologizing for my member's mistake."
It took her half a second to realize something.
"You're the captain of the tennis team?"
He paused and gave out a small laugh.
"What? Don't blame me for my lack of information." It was almost a whining tone.
"No, I'm not laughing at you. It's just a change from normal."
"Fan girls right?"
"Right. Done." He stood up and then offered his hand to me.
He pulled me up and then asked, "What would you think of becoming the tennis club's manager."
Everybody within hearing distance, meaning almost half of the court, stopped what they were doing in shock.
"'Mura-buchou! You don't need to be that nice," objected Akaya at once.
"I can't even play tennis," added Rina.
"Yet you somehow manage to catch a tennis ball flying at you with incredible speed with your bare hands." She said nothing. There was nothing to say. If she had said, "I wasn't in control of my hand." They would think of her as an insane person or a god, which she wasn't. "You have skill."
"Sanada-fukubuchou, don't you object?" Akaya almost begged. Should a new girl get all of the attention supposed to be focused on him? No, that would not sit well with him.
"Sanada won't object right?" Yukimura's look chilled even Rina who was hidden deep behind her mask.
"I sure am glad that I'm not the one it's being directed in," she thought.
Sanada shook his head. No objections…
"What do you say, Rina?"
"Why not? I need a club anyway."
She turned in her form for the clubs late that day and headed home to her house.
She found her mother gone and it was as if God was sending her peace, which she thankfully accepted.
So, there she lay in the middle of the porch glancing up upon the stars and the moon from the past.
Little did she know that peace was not going to come. The moon casted an eerie glow on the fallen angel's face as the fallen angel fell further and further away from her perch.
She looked around. Hell was different than how she pictured. Thinking that hell was where people burned to death, she was inwardly pleased that she hadn't killed the man.
Hell was humid and hot. It felt as if the air around Rina was trying to kill her by strangling her. She could barely breathe and her muscles felt as restricted. Her wings were not in any better shape. They were tightly pressed against her body with the tips slightly pointed out. To her, it was quite an awkward position.
To any other person she looked like a pathetic little girl with a face full of tears. Her gray eyes looked void of any happiness. It looked…dead.
"Who are you?" she called to the woman who greeted her.
"You may call me Jezebel." The woman had dark black hair and menacing brown eyes. Her face was perfectly sculpted and of course she had a perfect hourglass shape. She looked drop-dead gorgeous and any sane person would have gone mad with envy.
"Do you need something from me?" she asked. But of course, Rina was not at all sane.
"That's cold. No politeness toward your guide?" Jezebel asked in a taunting voice. Nothing could faze the demon that was deemed a slut by the general public.
Rina did not respond. It wasn't that she couldn't, it was because there was nothing to say.
"Well, okay then. That isn't the real reason I'm here today."
Rina looked at Jezebel in a questioning manner with a tint of suspicion.
"I've come to make a deal."
"A deal?" Rina asked a little perked up. The little tiny speck of hope inside her grew.
"Yes. I'll give you a single chance to get out of hell. Isn't that splendid, dear?"
"At what price?" Rina questioned. No matter how much she wanted to get out of here, she wanted to know what she was paying. As they say, if it too good to be true, it is not true.
"Your powers," Jezebel replied. "And your memories too," Jezebel thought, but didn't say.
"How will you accomplish that?" The hope inside Rina was almost bursting out. Her body felt more relaxed and the tension in her wings lessoned even if it was only a little bit.
"Dear. I'm a demon. I can do anything in hell." Seeing the disbelief on Rina's face, Jezebel sighed and said, "I'll turn you into a human and send you down to Earth. Call it another chance at life."
Unknown to Rina and Jezebel, God was watching them. No one knew how he was doing it and no one questioned him. He was God after all.
"Father, what will you do to Rina if she chooses to take the deal?" God's son asked him. Seiichi had blue hair and dark eyes. He would be classified under lean and feminine (don't tell him I said that). But it was his feminine look that was popular with the ladies.
Yukimura Seiichi was not Jesus. His look was completely different. As well as, Jesus was only human. In fact, Seiichi was far from Jesus. Sadistic, scary (especially when you call him a girl), but at the same time kind, could anyone other than him achieve this? The answer is simple. Definitely not.
"Nothing. I already banished her. If she chooses to lose her powers then so be it. She just won't even to heaven when she dies as a human," God answered. Seiichi nodded his head. He didn't really agree with his father's methods, but he couldn't object. When he became God, then he would change it. Until then, he would only suck it up and deal with it.
His face said nothing except for fake smile that was almost permanently there, but the child of God could only hope that she didn't take the deal for her own sake. Though he did not know her very well, he considered his father's angels his friends, if not family. A Rina without powers was less likely to ever come back. "No…" he thought. "She has a zero percent chance in coming back…"
"I'll take it." Of course, Rina thought that she couldn't go back to heaven, why not try to live a second time. What does she have to lose?
"Are you sure?" Jezebel asked. "There are no take backs."
Rina nodded. She did not trust her voice to sound confident enough. Fear ran through her mind and desire filled her heart. Desire for a new life and fear of the woman standing in front of her. It far over powered her sense of logic. Hope was buried somewhere in there far beneath all the layers of feelings. No one would save a sinner like her. Rule number five in the angel handbook was: Never save a sinner or you'll become one yourself.
"Then let me begin." Giving a vicious grin, Jezebel walked toward Rina like a predator stalking its prey. "This might be a little painful."
Rina bit her lip in anticipation. "I know little of this woman, but I still know that she probably is going to make it hurt a lot," Rina thought.
Jezebel lightly set each of her hands on one of Rina's pure dark wings. Confused, Rina was trying to turn her head around. With on swift movement, Jezebel pulled off Rina's wings.
The fallen angel let out a pain filled scream. To anyone else it sounded like a bloodcurdling scream. Rina crumpled to the ground with her hands wrapped around her. Her fingers were desperately trying to touch her wings. However, they weren't there. They were in the hands of Jezebel who was enjoying every expression that passed through Rina's face. Pain. Worry. Desperation. Grief.
Jezebel freed her right hand by putting both wings into her left. She walked up the Rina who was on the ground crying with her hands the only thing supporting her. Her smirk never left her face as she watched what she deemed a pathetic girl.
"You pathetic girl. You should know never to make a deal with a demon. But I will uphold my end of the bargain." Jezebel's right hand grasped the front of Rina's face. The last thing Rina remembered was a bright red light as the world spun and everything went dark.
"I'll lock your memories in your very own Pandora's box. It's perhaps better for everyone if you forget. I'll get my revenge in your place…"