(SAKURA’S MELODY)
BEAUTIFUL. Yet more than that. That was the word that crosses Arthur’s mind the moment that he saw the person that somewhat beats the wanting beat inside his heart. Now, and somehow glued onto the top of the wall, he stares and is locked unto the person’s starry night sky eyes as everything in that time and the existence of his world started to slow down.
To the wind that blew between them as their eyes meet each other, they both asks.
“You are?”
Both are taken back, as they as
(DIRECTION OF LIGHT) ON the thickest branch of the big and old Sakura tree, he leans his back on its trunk and sitting comfortably while he is gazing up the bright full moon. Arthur could not help, but laugh and smile for himself and the fate that he crosses and took now. Somehow counting the Sakura flower petals that slowly falling with the aid of the gentle wind and moving in a steady, graceful, and swirling pattern. He reaches his hand, and a petal falls unto his palm. With the bright light of the moon that forms a silhouette of his shadows. He gazes at the petal, where the Maiden’s image draws from his memory. He grasps the petal and quickly. With his palm close and with force, a mix of wanting, regret and hate draws to his face. He leans his head to the tree, then he remembers the clan’s elders’ words that then echo unto his ears like it was just yesterday. “A curse will always be a curse.” The child that should be dead the day that he is born, finally come back to ruin everyt
(THE SACRIFICIAL ONE) DIE! DIE! DIE! The word and nightmare she lives her entire life for the past eight years and since the day that she learns and remembers that not everything of the world is true and a fantasy. “Please help me.” “Please, someone, please help me.” Covering her ears as she closes her eyes while crouching in the corner of her bed, she is shivering
(BLOOD HOWL) DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! The sound echoes to the entire mansion as silence is imminent and the storm continues to get worse. To the eerie hallway, to the dim corners, the fast-asleep servants, and the long-running time of the peculiar and particular stormy night. A hum slowly is being heard as a song plays and echoes together with the symphony of the music box that does not exist. “Die, die, die, just what should I do?” A little girl's voic
(EXCHANGED SOULS) DEATH, REBIRTH, AND REINCARNATION. The three words that are keeps on circling into his subconsciousness, yet the same words that keep on whispering unto his ears like it is some kind of a bug that keeps on buzzing and nonstop, somewhat wanted something out of him by which he knew what, but pretends not. “I will not, I would not give in.” He whispers unto himself as he eases the voices that are howling inside his mind and somehow
(SILENCE SCREAM) HEADlow and eyes in dim, Alliah would cower into the corner where she finds it comfortable while trying to ignore everyone around her, with their words and voices that dim her in the far distance of the past she could never escape from. She feels like she is trapped in an invincible cage as she thinks that the world is against someone filthy like her. Now in her new world, life, and a chance she took amid her doubts and fear, and without someone to turn to, worst of having the mixed thoughts and feeling to the only person who reaches her hand towards her, she is caught in between of the word trust and not. She wanted to somewhat escape, and run away from everything, yet she could not, as she cannot betray that person. 
(THE SINS) GASHINGas a warning is heeded on her way with the wind that suddenly shifted into an eerie tone. She heightens her guard and up as the turn silence engulfs the place. With the slow-moving flow of what the time becomes, fast and unexpected to her stance. She looks back preparing for the worst as a demon might be near. “Who is there?” Asking, yet rather demand and command. She draws a transmutation circle of the owl and is small enough at the back of her to be noticed. Holding her drowsing necklace, she stood in a tight stance to take on anyone or a being to a fight. As she will take this chance to test the ability she learns and is trained for. Yet. “You.” Stun and somehow taken drivin
(DEADLY SINS) TOa sinister smile that draws into HIS face, he comfortably sits and afloat unto the center of HIS sanctuary as the thousand mirrors with their distinct features, designs, and marks surround HIM. Starring somewhat blankly, yet not into space, the mirror around HIM reflected the choices, events, and scenes each of the characters in IT’s game is choosing. To the game that’s progressing rapidly and the desire of the main created souls are eminent and is being fed by the sins, HE disappointedly smiles as he observes everyone from his void. Yet. “Now, now, now, whose path should intervene next?”
(THE SIN OF LUST) WALKINGback and forth from left to right, Aira’s steps echo throughout the closed room as she is thinking deep and way too deep while starring back to the whiteboard of her created list and faces of the ones, she is secretly spying upon with the red string that connected them one by one. “Something’s wrong?” With her attention quite taken from the deep voice and authoritative nature, the person sitting comfortably on the couch asks her. She stops looking back at him as she calls his name answering. &ldqu