For tomorrow’s buds will soon bloom

Demon have powers, that makes them different from humans. The greater and powerful the power is, the greater the result or the effect it will be to others.

The hand that touched the flower quickly wilted. It cannot stand the tremendous pressure that this demon is releasing. The same thing happened two meters radius away from him, all the flowers become limp and soon wither.

His power is stronger than others, that caused him to unable to touched delicate things, such as the small and pure flowers.

He decided to enjoy the sight of flower here and the company it gives. He looked at it while contemplating whether he should touch it or not. This hands of his really desired to touched those delicate petals. But knowing that this hands are carrying the curse of never being able to touch a flower, he retracted his hands. Just when he decided to withdraw it, a solid object hit him causing him to lose his balance and touched the flower.

The man looked at the person who caused all of this mess.  She was standing there, not knowing whether to apologize or to run.  She looked at the servants, asking what she should do.

The man closed his eyes trying to  deplete the raging flame inside him, but it was no avail. His true form is trying to appear again. The ears are slowly forming  while his tail  is already visible. He needs to calm down. His breathing is slowly getting heavier, showing that his anger is not subduing even a little. He formed his hand into a fist. He knows that it's not working.

The figure of the man suddenly vanished and the atmosphere returned.

The servants all looked at her.

"Is she new here? No one ever did that."

"Wrong! No one ever dare to do that. This place holds a special memories to master and now it was ruined."

"It not the place, it's the person who planted this."

"Exactly!  The rumors said that it was his lover. But no one saw her."

"Or maybe she doesn't really exist! It's just rumors."

"Really? Then who planted this before?"

Ania wanted to roll her eyes. They are talking as if she doesn't even exist her. But thanks to them, she already knew him a little bit.  No wonder why he is angry.

She looked at the flower that was already long been wilted.  She have to return this back to normal, it is the least she could do.

She went to a corner and bit a small flesh of her index finger. Blood flowed and accidentally dropped into the grass under her feet. The green grass suddenly became more vibrant in color and glowed.

She immediately put the blood in a water to mix it. When she retracts her hand, the wound is already healed.

She waters the wilted flowers with the water that was mixed with her blood.  The moment the water touched the flowers, the wilted flowers soon revitalize and bloomed elegantly than before.

This blood of hers is very special, it  can heal any kinds of diseases and sickness. But if this is known to everyone, then her life will be in great danger.

The moment you will drink her blood, you can attain the immortal life. A life that everyone wants.

But here she was, oblivious to that possibility and use it carelessly. Luckily, no one saw her.

She looked at the result of her effort and nodded in approval.  And to add to the view, a new formed buds are starting to bloom.

She picked one of the flowers and smelled it. Should she gave one to him as an apology?

She returned to the kitchen when her rumbling stomach reminds her of her hunger. Time to eat!

Her saliva flowed out of her mouth as she cooked her food. She giggled as she chopped the ingredients. Hmmm.

The flowers that she picked was coated in flour and spices and was fried deeply in the oil until it bloomed into a golden brown color. She was humming as she thought of something.

She put her fresh cooked food on the floor near the door of the red painted door and knocked.

***

The man who was hit in the head by Ania, was now looking at his reflection in the mirror. The white fluffy ears, red eyes, and that nine tails of his. He hated this form; even if he is a rare and powerful one, who needs it?

Because of this form, the woman that he ever love is dead.

Do you really think that sacrificing yourself for the sake of your loved one is the best thing that you can do? Wrong!

You are only being the worse.

The man looked at himself. If someone will see his body, they will not help but to let their tears flow. How many times did this demon tried to kill himself? The scars around his body is deep, like the person who did this doesn't even care of the result. He must've slashed his body a thousand times, no, a million times. But to his disappointment, he is still alive.

If your thinking of sacrificing your life for someone you love, please stop. It only means that you are punishing him.

Is it fun? Seeing him lonely once again?

His thoughts vanished when someone knocked on his door. With reluctance, he glanced at his reflection and turned to open the door.

There was no one in sight. He was about to close it when his eyes caught a glimpse of the ground. There is a fresh cooked food, the steam is still visible. There was even a cute fried flower. He can see that it was made with a lot of effort. Besides it, there was a piece of paper with words written in it.

This world is full of mystery,

Beautiful things may easily fades,

But what is there to be weary?

Put this smile on your face,

Let the hatred melts and happiness will chase,

Life has yet to end, let our hope not bend,

For tomorrow's buds will soon bloom.

"Such nice words.."

The man chuckled.

"If not for this smiley face."

His mood lighten up with the sight of a ketchup formed into a smiling face.