Once Risa had gotten over her own shock, she calmed her sister enough to get her to sit down in her chair, leaving soon after to sink into her own little bubble of depression.

Now clear-minded, Riku hung her head, half from embarrassment for acting so immaturely a few seconds ago, half from - what do you know - confusion.

Riku was getting a mental breakdown.

She shook her head, sighing deeply and leaning the side of her face into her right hand.

As she turned her head ever so slightly, a little flash of white caught her eye.

Leaning down a bit, she fetched the object that had seemingly fallen off her desk unnoticed.

The Harada held it gingerly in her hands. It was a single white rose. Not red, like in the movies. Not black like in those dismal novels. White. As white as unblemished, as beautiful, as pure as the bliss of true, tender love. The symbol of a pure heart.

It must have been from Dark…

Riku huffed, and she made a note to dispose of the appalling mock valentine and rose after class.


She never quite seemed to remember to.

A/N: Please review. :)
And for those of you who were wondering about what the Japanese in Sakura Drops by Utada Hikaru means, here's the translation:

Falling in love, saying goodbye
With a vow that this is the last heartbreak
Even the cherry tree, swaying in the wind
Will eventually blossom
The summer rain that started to fall
Gently streaked past my tears
Images that resemble memories
Autumn's drama reruns
Why have I suffered
Almost the same blows such countless times?
But even so, I'll probably fight again
That is one of life's mysteries
Falling in love, giving it everything
With a wish that this is the last heartbreak
Even the cherry tree, swaying through time
Will eventually blossom
In the revolving seasons
My shoes are wearing out, more and more
Let go the tension in your shoulders
So you can seal away the past somewhere
From here they're probably not too far
Sceneries you haven't even seen
I want to overcome the ceaseless pain in my chest
And become closer to you
I have wandered about once and returned
Always grasping for the blue sky
Falling in love, saying goodbye
With a vow that today's the first good day
Everything, even the cherry tree, swaying in the wind
Softly reaches out toward you
I love you
I love you, it can't be helped
That has nothing to do with this