The stars shone through the window pane as Akira Mogami slept on, tossing and turning ever so slightly. A small frown comes across her lips, this dream was yet another strange one.
Akira Mogami was just another ordinary girl, with extraordinary grades. She goes to school with friends. Comes home to a family of 5. She enjoys animes, mangas, reading, and all sorts of normal Japanese teenager enjoyments. Never did she think she was extraordinary.
Only thing different about her was her pink eyes, and pink hair. And...these strange dreams she always seemed to deal with.
Suddenly, large pink eyes shoot open and Akira looks around, bewildered and confused. She slowly sits up in her bed and puts a hand to her forehead, breathing heavily.
Another strange dream, she thinks, dismissing any thoughts of the dream to have to do with real life. That is, until she glanced over at her bedside table.
Sitting in all its delicate glory, was a light pink rose. Each petal delicate, seeming as if they could fall off any moment. The flower was fresh, as if it were brand new, and Akira's eyes widen in surprise. However, she did not question it. Instead, she picked it up, and began to turn it around.
Not one thorn pricked her. In fact, this rose didn't seem to have any thorns at all. A first, and a definite wonder. Nothing has ever been so perfect, except for that rose.
Akira lays back down, and sets the rose upon her heart. Then, she smiles at the twinkling stars. Falling asleep with the rose upon her chest.
The End
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Reaching Forward | Madoka Magica
FanfictionHave you ever had a wish so passionate, you'd give up everything and anything to live the day to watch it come true? Would you trade your very physical being to make sure it happens? Would you risk losing your soul? Akira Mogami. Age 14. A straight...
