Her Red butterfly and her Blue butterfly

1 - Emiko

It was so long ago since Her Best friend, Michiko died. Emiko missed her very much. One minute, They were performing at a Banquet, the next, she finds out her friend is  dead! The day of Michiko's Funeral was Shattering to the woman's heart. After the Funeral, Emiko went to the Murderer of her friend's House and Stabbed him with a silver and Dark blue Kaiken knife. After she done that, she went back home. Everyday for her was dull, she was just a Pretty face. A little Maiko for the people she performed for. She gotten more beautiful than in her younger years. Her long dark locks had a rare shine since they were so dark, Beautiful soft Green eyes with a ring of ivy close to the pupil and a emerald shade on the outer edge. Her skin was fair and she never wore makeup to make it pale white. She wore light eyeshadow mostly rosy pink colors, and soft pink lips. Sometimes rose red. She was on the petite side like Michiko but with slim natural curves. She wore a cool violet kimono with prints of Soft blue petals that hugged her figure and did little to nothing to hide her curves. She had a secret. She was the Kitsune princess of Heaven. Her fox ears and Tail arrived After Michiko's Funeral. Her regret brought rain and everyone knew the legend of the Kitsune princess and she had a mate but she died. Every time she got off stage, she would hear people talking about the Kitsune princess. Even after the day ended, she would think about Michiko. She wanted to forget, but she couldn't. No matter how many times she casted a memory erasing spell to help her forget that day, she couldn't forget. Her heart became like Glass. It was the same heart she broke herself when she found out that the only person she cared about was.. Gone. It was shattered and pieced back together like pieces of a broken mirror or window. She would occasionally go to the red Church where she and her friend met in. She fell for Michiko even though she knew it was wrong for an Maiko to like her Geisha mentor back then. Now, she longed to see and hear Michiko again. Just once. No matter how beautiful Emiko could dress or how she made everyone in her kingdom bow to her, she missed Michiko. Men would lay themselves at her feet and she would return their actions with a ice cold glare and a swift stomp on their foot. She hated when males tried to be with her. She was sure Michiko would've done the same thing as her. Yet, what Emiko didn't know was that Michiko went after the males that made moves on her and kill them in her Pratjna form. Emiko hated herself for not suspending anything about her friend being killed and yet, by the time she figured something was wrong, it was too late. Her only friend was dead. She found the weapon which was a butterfly hairpin covered in her friend's blood at the tip. She handed it over, making sure not to get blood on her outfit that day. When she was little, she had fallen in the darkest pit of self-Hatred. When she met Michiko, she left that Pit for a few years. But when Michiko died, she fell back onto it. Things would've been different if she suspected something sooner and she wouldn't be in so much self-hatred. The guilt was eating away at her brain. She was a strong willed woman, not letting anyone push her around. Not unless they reminded her of Michiko's death. She was stubborn as hell and came off as Menacing a lot. Even though she became harder on the outside and softer on the inside, she wasn't Vile or cruel. The woman, even though she was beautiful and well-liked in Japan, there wasn't a day she didn't go to Michiko's grave to talk to her. Even after weeks went on, she wanted to hope Michiko was in peace. But Michiko wasn't dead nor was she in Peace. The strength of Emiko's guilt was the main cause of the rain in eversleeping Village and the Resurrection of Michiko.