[Ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ҒᴀɴҒɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs]

[Daisies, Come Back Home.]

         Warning: contains angst, death, corpses, accidental murder.

                                                       "Daisies. Come Back Home"

                                                                          Written By: Shire

"Huff...hah..." You suddenly woke up inside your dimly lit room, the television still turned on and is now broadcasting some old news. You got up, wiping the cold sweat off your heavily, breathing face. Grabbing the remote, you turned the television off and sat on an old gothic chair. You never knew why it was there and why the chair was always accompanied with an old Victorian type of tea set but you've never bothered to question it up until now.

So the question is, how long has it been sitting there? You barely knew its existence but for some reason, it gives you comfort, it's as if you've used it all your life. Brushing away such thoughts, you look over to one of the teacups, the teacup was filled to the brim with cold tea, specifically earl grey. Shrugging you grabbed the teacup and took a sip.

It was cold...too cold. Sooner or later, you coughed some blood, panicked and got off the gothic chair and went to the bathroom to clean yourself off. It was only the cold temperature but why did it remind you so much of...who?

You tried opening your eyes but it was a sanctuary of darkness, you had instinctively closed them when you recall...a memory? Soon, you had finally seen it. The looking glass that you stare into is wall-mounted; encircled by a frame of threadlike strands of silver, the glass in front of you was foggy and dew. Wiping it, you saw something, a shadow perhaps?

Rubbing your head in pain, you don't know what is happening, instinctively going back to the gothic chair, you sit on it and see a journal under the teacup. It did confuse you for a bit but you slowly opened it, not only are you even more confused by seeing your own name but your comrade's names as well and information about them. Halfway through the journal the writing stopped and only one paragraph remained.

["Although we might die during this journey, I do wish we would meet again in our next life. I had very much enjoyed our time together, all the fun moments we shared, but there are some of you who have fleeting time and so, I wish to enjoy it with you to the fullest, and don't worry! I won't die, I promise.

Thank you, for everything."

Signed by, Valentine Vhernicsha. ]

"What..? Who...Who are you?"

[Drip...]

Sooner or later your clothes are stained by the wet droplets coming from your eyes.

You wipe and wipe but it just keeps coming, then soon.. you were struck by a crisp, cold, and piercing gaze.

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"You are really funny."

"You said his name! Haha, I'm just kidding around Mister Aroz."

" What's that? A Mochi? It's delicious! I will save four for our comrades."

"You woman- does style define gender? I wonder~ when my voice will get deeper!"

A woman's voice was heard in the conversations, it was familiar. Waking up, you saw Medieval versions of yourselves.

Aroz, destroying everything he can destroy, causing the wreckage to affect others. Looking around smoke starts to form, the fire then breaks out everywhere, and soon, we see Silvieal, dragging a woman's body out of the destroyed burnt house filled to the brim with debris. Silvieal quickly splashed the burning body with water, though her efforts were futile.

"Val...? Nee-san..? You'll be alright right...? right?!" She said, tearing up.

"Guys? Someone? Please help..! Val, Nee-san! You'll be okay,"

The child looked around desperately, for someone, for anything...

But no one came.

Aroz stared at the mess he was involved in, he was always quick to do anything but this time, he knew, he couldn't do anything. For her.

It was too late.

Pendragon crawled up to his shoulder and tried hugging him in comfort, but it was blank.

Shirano, the male was broken, not only did he resort to drinking but he was willing to push away his closest friend, Seth.

"Shirano...come back, It's not your fault..."

"I am the bad guy! I killed her!"

"She... She was our friend, and I...I just...killed her,"

"Leave. Before I kill you too."

Oliver was broken as well, he was smiling...because everyone hid the truth about Valentine's death. He was pure...too pure.

"Mister Aroz? Lady Silvieal? Mister Shirano? Mister Seth? Where's.... Where's Miss Val..?"

Do-rei sighed, and closed Oliver's eyes in pain. He silently patted his back in comfort, but to Oliver, he only looked down as the rain showered them with grief.

Thedore quietly sat inside a room, a dining table filled with broken teacups, and an empty tea set. Withered flowered crowds sit on each chair, as a crack clock brooch sits on the dusty and gloomy window, only hearing rain dripping down as the fireplace crackles.

There she was, the main star of the show, the shooting star, slowly succumbing to a deadly finale. Her chapter ends here, Valentine lies in the half-light, utterly still, eyes agape, af if admiring the dark and gloomy sky above, showering its tears on this unfaithful day. You approached her body, beside it was daisies, your footsteps crunching the gravel below, she remains still, and a painful glance is enough to know she is gone.

Gone forever

Whoosh

Her lips turned into a shade of blue, skin grayer than the ash from the burning buildings, with her bright and beautiful eyes resembling a shooting star, burning through the sky, now that the star has been splashed with the crystal blue droplets, her burning eyes now turned dull.

[Come back home, Valentine Vhermicsha. ]