White Rose Anatomy

An Amelia/Zelgadis Songfic using songs by Fiona Apple

Paper Bag--- Fiona Apple

I was staring at the sky
Just looking for a star
To pray on or wish on,
Or something like that
I was having a sweet fix
Of a daydream of a boy
Who's reality I knew
Was hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope
Began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment
That my chances were
Approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near
So did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird
But it was just a paper bag

Amelia sighed as she sat on her balcony looking out across the royal gardens. She and Lina were watching Gourry and Zelgadis sparring in a grassy spot of the lawn surrounded by bushes. The princess was dressed in a pale blue dress that was off the shoulders with small fabric roses sewn along the neckline. The sorceress supreme looked down upon the boys with amusement as she sipped her lemonade. She was dressed in her usual cloths, though her cape and shoulder guards were in her rooms.

"Sure was a good idea to come here!" Lina said, unaware that Amelia wasn't paying attention. Instead, the princess was looking up at the sky where something was fluttering through the air. "Its great being here! The food's great, and free, there's servants, don't have to pay for anything, did I mention the food's great?" Lina continued.

A smile touched Amelia's lips as she watched the white dove circling to land on a tree branch. Thoughts flittered through her mind, thoughts of Zelgadis actually showing his affection for her. Something darted out of nowhere. The dove gave a startled cry and feathers puffed outward but the hawk got away with its prey. Amelia groaned and put her face in her hands. "What? Its nature, Amelia, get over it!"

Amelia sighed, wiping her dismay away. Perhaps white doves meant nothing anyway. "You're right, Lina."

Lina smirked, "I'm always right," she gloated then sipped her drink.

"I shouldn't rely on birds to grant my wishes," Amelia continued.

Lina gave the princess a long look, "Huh?" She shook her head. Amelia had already wandered back inside, leaving her guest alone on the balcony. It was fine with Lina. The remaining occupant of the balcony stretched her feet out in front of her and slid down in her chair. Nap time!

Hunger hurts, and I wanted you
So bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess
He don't wanna clean up
I've got to fold
'Cause these hands
Are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
When it costs too much to love

Amelia sat in her study at her desk pondering. "It's a modern world. I don't have to wait for him to ask me, or tell me." She smiled, getting to her feet then sat down again with a sigh. "Maybe a letter?" She pulled out a piece of paper and a pen looking at the blank paper for a long moment.

"What do I write though? 'Dear Zelgadis, you're cool! I love you!'? He'd crumple it up the moment he read that! Maybe a poem? I think he likes poems." Amelia set the pen down again and got up, going to one of the bookshelves and looking along the spines of the books. "Ahha!" she pulled a book off the shelf and sat down at her desk once again to flip through the pages.

"I wonder if I should copy out a romantic poem or just one that I like. One that I like, I think. He might think I'm getting mushy on him." Amelia giggled, "I already was mushy on him. Compared to him, EVERYTHING'S mushy!" She flipped through the pages of the book. Her eyes caught the name of a poem and she stopped to read it.

White Rose Anatomy, Aloria Greenberge

The stem of a rose
Though covered in thorns
This represents a life.
Hardships are many
And the length varies
And blood is shed at times.
The leaves of this stem
They gather the light
Capturing warmth
In their embrace
Lifting green surfaces
Toward the sky
Life abounds within.
The petals tell sweet nights
And the amount of love
That two can possibly possess.
Their soft touch
That of the tender lover.
A sent of angel breath.
A rose means many things to a person
The color is the clue.
When I give this rose to you,
I hope you will accept it.
For I paid the highest price
On the farthest shore
Just to tell you of my heart

Amelia almost gushed out loud, the poem was perfect! She read it over once more before slowly copying it out onto her paper in careful strokes. Once finished, she folded the paper and found an envelope in which to put it.

She paused, "Perhaps a rose to go with it?" she smiled and hurried to her bedroom balcony where a climbing white rose bush grew. Leaning over the side of the railing with a long letter opener Amelia cut as straight a stemmed rose she could find. Carefully, she picked the bugs off the petals and smiled. "I just hope he likes it." She collected the poem from her bed and returned to her study to write on the outside of the envelope, 'To: Zelgadis Graywords, From: Amelia'. Sealing the envelope shut, she took both it and the rose out of her apartment.

She knew exactly where her friends were staying- after asking a servant where Zelgadis's room was. The young man was confused, he'd seen the princess hide the rose and letter behind her back before she asked him but he shrugged, leading the way. It wasn't long before they were at his apartment.

"Where is he right now?" Amelia asked after hesitating a moment at the door.

"I believe he's bathing," the servant replied and saw the princess blush deeply.

"I'll just leave this on his bed then," she muttered to herself and went inside, hurrying. Slowly, she pushed the bedroom door open and crept toward the bed, reaching out to put the rose and poem on his pillow.

"Amelia!" She spun around, face white but rapidly becoming bright pink, she hadn't put down the rose and poem yet. Zelgadis was standing in the entrance from the bath with only a towel gripped at his waist, a puddle forming at his feet. Amelia's mouth moved but her voice refused to work. The Chimera, seeing that he'd shocked her completely, walked forward, plucking the note and rose from her fingers, setting them aside and gently pushing her out of his room, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Amelia wailed and ran into the hall, her hands over her face. On the other side of his door, Zelgadis was blushing as well. "What in the world possessed her to come into my room?" he asked himself, going over to the wardrobe to pull out some clothes to wear. Once dressed, Zelgadis perched on the side of his bed, picking up the rose. After a moment of contemplation, he put the rose aside, opening the letter carefully.

"She has nice handwriting," he commented for no other reason then to kill the silence in his room. Zelgadis's eyes scanned the poem over once, then he read it slowly. He sank back in the bed, pondering the careful penmanship of the poem and their words. Finally, Zelgadis sighed, "I suppose I'll have to do something about this," he murmured to himself, feeling like an absolute heel.

I went crazy again today
Looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay
Wouldn't put his lips to mine
A fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said honey I don't feel so good,
Don't feel justified
Come on put a little love
Here in my void
He said it's all in your head
And I said So's everything
But he didn't get it
I thought he was a man,
But he was just a little boy

Zelgadis had waited impatiently all during dinner to get a moment alone with Amelia, but every time he did she would claim to have to do something elsewhere, far too many times to have been coincidental. He muttered under his breath and finally caught up with her on her balcony as she was looking up at the stars with dreamy eyes.

"Amelia, this has to stop," he said quietly, firmly. It startled her. She hadn't heard anything before that. Amelia squeaked when Zelgadis suddenly reached out and grabbed her shoulders. "I appreciate the poem and the rose, but this has to stop."

"B-but... Zelgadis-san-"

"No, Amelia, look at me! Look! You might think I'm 'cool' but in truth, I'm a Chimera, a monster. There's no way that the council or even your father would ever let us be together. I'm sorry, Amelia, but I have to ask you to stop this before you get in trouble."

Amelia couldn't see his face, his features were hidden in the shadows, unlit by the stars simply because he was looking down at her. Her eyes glittered, "Zelgadis, didn't you ever think that maybe being human is more then just looking like one? I- I love you Zelgadis! Please love me!" she cried, her hands reaching toward his face.

He pulled away, letting go of her shoulders, "Amelia, no. I can't love anyone until I can hold them without hurting them."

"Life is a rose stem, long or short, its got thorns-"

"No!" Zelgadis interrupted her loudly but moderated his tone, "I'll be leaving tomorrow." Turning, he sprung from her balcony, landing deftly on the ground and making his way though the gardens toward where his apartment was, not looking back once.

Hunger hurts, and I wanted you
So bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess
He don't wanna clean up
I've got to fold
'Cause these hands
Are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
When it costs too much to love