Longing Cherry Blossoms

[Kayame]

The wind was the only sound she heard as the memories rushed back to her. The words that were spoken were not but a whisper, and yet the meaning was clear. It was of a memory that doesn't exist, of a battle that never took place, leading to the death of a man who was not real, causing tears that never fell. The scenery of the memory was vivid, but the faces were blurred. The snow fell just as the cherry blossom fell now. The wind swirled the snow flakes around as if they were waltzing. The samurai walked next to a young maiden, their fingers entwined. Her pink kimono, showing softness and purity, was of high contrast to his black leather armor, which signified a great worrier, but yet, they looked as if they should be together. That if separated it would cause a great disturbance in the world. The memory was filled with smiles and shy glances to each other. She giggles and ran from him, hiding behind the now bare sakura trees. He smiles and walks towards her through the snow then stopped dead in his tracts.
The maiden peered to the side of the tree to see the samurai fall to the ground, an arrow through his back. The crimson blood stained the white snow. She ran, the tears falling freely. She yelled out his name, but all he heard was the wind. Despite the tears that stung her eyes the blur was lifted from the worriers face. His nice, light brown skin, his black hair put up in a top knot, his brown eyes slowly graying away. She screamed but once more the only thing heard was the wind.
The memory vanished from her mind, but the pain still stabbed her heart, The longing to be with him still haunted her, years after his death. Still never knowing who killed him and continues to blame herself. If she didn't talk him into running away with her, the Emperor would have never sent someone to kill him. So she stood there now, wearing her pink kimono from that fateful day, screaming in her mind about how no one took responsibility for his death, how the Emperor waved it off, saying he never knew anyone by his name, how this never really happened. She dropped to her knees and revealed a blade, the sword of her beloved worrier. She couldn't live with the shame of being with out him. She pushed the blade through her stomach. The pain that the blade sent through her was over come by her joy of finally going to be rejoined with him in death. She fell to the ground dead.
The wind blew the pink cherry blossoms around, softly lying upon her lifeless body. The world seemed to cry in sorrow for a split second, then silence; another cry louder then before, the silence once more. Finally a great cry of pain erupted from the earth until all you heard was the wind once more.

[manganimefan227]

Wow, That was pretty good.

[Kayame]

Thanks. I wrote it for a song we were playing my school band. My director asked everyone to write a story about what we thought the song was about and of course I was the only one who did it. But I remember that when ever I heard it us play the song I got the images of snow and cherry blossoms dancing in the wind. It was a sad song though.

[KitsuneFr]

Very nice.
But I just would suggest she maybe have used the blade against her throat (if I remember japanese novels I've read years before). It is just a detail but for me aiming at the throat for a woman commiting suicide is more suitable than stomach anyway. But no problem, your work is very good indeed

[Kayame]

Tahnk you

[Mikachii2202]

yeh its really good although it took me a while to read . i had to stop take a brake then go bak and re-read it .. maybe im just a slow reader... i dunno.