(Rewriting on hold)
Cover by ShimmerShey. Join our female protagonist, Avantina Turen, as she embarks on a quest of adventure, companionship and self-discovery. Involved in a war with a wish to end it, will she find her true purpose in love or a dif...
5 years later. "Domooo~" said a cheery voice, entering the Japanese mansion. "Urahara-san, Yoruichi-san, what brings you here?" smiled Diarmuid. "We just came by to drop this off." said Yoruichi, handing him a card. "Where's everyone else?"
"Shirou and Saber are out on a date, Rider and Illya are at the grocery store. Just me and these two knuckleheads here right now." replied Archer, approaching them with Ireland's Man of Light caught in a headlock. "You're the only knucklehead around here... What's this?" asked Lancer, finally getting out from Archer's muscular arms. "See for yourself." grinned Urahara.
You have been cordially invited to witness the induction of: Eritrea Yunani as Second Lieutenant of the Sixth Division
Wednesday, 12th of April at 8 o' clock in the evening Kuchiki Mansion, Seireitei.
"It's when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. They picked a good date." said Yoruichi. "The induction ceremony will be done by Captain Kuchiki Byakuya himself!" added Urahara with a twinkle in his eye. "Byakuya-boy is really pulling out all the stops, using his mansion."
Diarmuid was still looking at the invitation, a subtle smile in the corners of his mouth.
I never thought I'd live to see the day you'd settle down. I'm glad I was wrong.
Lancer slapped Archer on the shoulder and declared with a grin. "Why don't we go over before the ceremony starts and roughhouse the Captain a bit? I'd like to see how strong he is." "Eheh, I wouldn't do that if I were you." replied Urahara, hiding behind his fan as he sweated nervously.
The chatter continued but all Diarmuid could hear was a rustle of wind outside and the musings of his heart. He turned to look at the cherry blossom tree through the open doors.
The blushing buds were slowly unfurling with delicate yet unwavering determination, shaking off the last frozen kisses of winter as they prepared to bloom in all their floral magnificence.
Standing beneath the tree, he saw Eritrea admiring the blossoms, her fingertips lightly touching the branches before turning to look at him with her windswept hair.
Her eyes softened and her lips turned upwards into a genuine smile-the one that was always able to snatch away his breath and make his heart swoop.
"The flower that blooms in the midst of adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all."
Diarmuid closed his eyes and looking at the tree again, found she was no longer there. Of course, it had all been his imagination. But if Eritrea had really been there, he felt she would've said the exact same words.
Twelfth of April, huh?
The small smile that graced his lips reached his eyes and shone like the sun.
A full moon will be out.
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