Rosemary Fanfic

Kanaya

Rose seems unusually distracted when we meet in the town's library after school. It is nothing that most people would pick up on, but I have grown used to her subtle shifts in demeanor, and am quite adept at interpreting them. I suppose it is a natural consequence caused by spending time with Rose herself.
   She looks vaguely upset, which by now I know means that anyone else would be crying. Rose barely ever shows emotion, so I know that she has been very badly shaken if she is.
   I watch closely as she shrugs off her heavy backpack and settles into the armchair next to mine.
   "Rose Are You Alright," I ask with concern.
   She looks up at me, although her trademark smirk seems a little bit forced. "Of course I am, Kanaya. What reason would you have to believe otherwise?"
   I hesitate, not wanting to offend her with my answer. "I Apologize If I Am Overreacting But You Seem To Be Slightly Upset And I Was Wondering If I Could Help In Any Way,"
   "I'll be fine. I am just a little bit shocked, that's all."
   I bite my lip with worry, and carelessly puncture it with my sharp fangs. Ignoring the blood, I wait for my moirail to continue. "What Has Surprised You,"
   She sighs and closes her eyes briefly. Her short pale hair blows back and forth in the gentle breeze, and I stare at it, mesmerized, as she begins to speak. "I honestly don't know, Kanaya. I was so confident that I would be a good therapist, but now I'm not so sure. I can't even understand what I'm feeling, so why would I be qualified to help somebody else? I was under the impression that I liked John in a purely platonic sense, and I made sure that he knew that. So why am I so upset now that my brother is his boyfriend?" She leans back and lets the cushions swallow her thin body.
   I look down so as to not let Rose see my confused and mixed up emotions. I am horrified by the possibility that I could be feeling anything but sad for my moirail, so I just sit and stare at the dusty carpet. "I Am Truly Sorry."
   Rose sits up, as perceptive to my mood as ever. "It's alright, Kanaya. It's hardly your fault. And besides, I came here to get my homework done, not to waste your time complaining. Would you like to check your algebra with mine?"

   "I Am Very Sorry Karkat But Rose Is My Moirail,"
    I hold my phone away from my ear, as Karkat tends to yell. I am glad that he called after Rose left, as I would not have wanted for her to overhear this.
   "DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP KANAYA. I AM A FUCKING EXPERT IN ROMANCE AND I KNOW THAT YOU'RE FLUSHED FOR HER."
   I feel my face heat up as he speaks. "AND I DON'T NEED TO SEE YOUR FACE TO KNOW IT'S BRIGHT FUCKING GREEN RIGHT NOW."
   I am about to respond, but he continues. "JUST THINK ABOUT IT. I WILL BE YOUR MOIRAIL IF ROSE LOVES YOU AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE HER." He hangs up without letting me get in another word.
   I sigh. He is right, of course. Somehow, despite being oblivious to his own situation, he always is. I am flushed for Rose, but I cannot tell her for fear that it would complicate our moirallegiance. I would hate it should she grow distant because I was incapable of concealing how I feel.
   I do not get another moment to dwell on this, however, as my phone rings again. This time it is Rose. I answer with a feeling of foreboding. What reason would she have to call only a few hours after we met?
   "Kanaya...they..." she stifles a sob and alarm shoots through me. "They found her body. Could you...meet me at my house?" I agree, and she hangs up before I am able to inquire as to the cause of her distress.