I've made some adjustments in the chapter. Just added some information to the story. Might be important.

Disclaimer: I don't own, never owned and unfortunately will never own Mai-HiME. It belongs to Sunrise.

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Reincarnation

A small group was joined together in a place no one wanted to be. They wore solemn faces for the occasion, one that no one wanted to face. Because such an occasion as that was would only bring pain to people. And to be in a place such as that to give goodbye to someone dear to you and know that person would never come back was a very agonizing experience, which never failed to bring excruciating pain to those who were left behind to go on.

"…And that is for sure that we will never forget her for the person she was..." A speech was being held at the cemetery.

An orange-haired young woman was saying to the small black dressed crowd around the grave in which the coffin was being lowered. "… For how kind she was to everyone and how important she was to her friends and loved ones…." There was a general commotion and many gasps were heard.

"Kind… yes, she used to be very kind, even though she looked like a cold person to those who didn't know her. That side of her even got her a nick name: ice princess. If only they knew her better… She used to look like a tough chick, but she had a very soft side, a soft heart that would only be shown to her beloved ones."

The young woman herself was trying very hard to hold her tears while some others were crying silently. However there was one person who held the biggest grief of everyone that was at that graveyard, or was it possibly the biggest grief in the world? And that person would have already fallen due to the weakness and numbness that overtook her body because of this death; this loss.

If it was not for one of her friends who was being used as a support to help her remain standing this single person who was crying silently, welling up so many tears that could have rivaled the flow of a river, would have already fallen to the floor and everyone was very much sure the crestfallen woman would not be able to stand again.

The orange-haired woman had difficulty to go on with her speech of respect for her friend, her best friend who was being buried. But she chose to speak instead of others because she was the second person who knew the deceased woman better. There was just one person who knew the late better and was not in conditions of saying one single word for her deceased wife.

The short strawberry-blonde haired woman swallowed aloud before saying her final goodbyes. "It's a statement to say that no one will ever be able to replace you and that you will be greatly missed by us all. But you will never leave our hearts and we know that you will look over us as we will go on. Please rest in peace, my sister, my friend." She finished with tears cascading down her eyes.

Earth was being thrown on top of the coffin that was now in the grave by rusty shovels and the cries of grievousness were general, some people being able to hold back their cries or to muffle them, other crying softly and trying to soothe each other, but there was one anguished cry that could not be soothed by anything or anyone or any word of comfort. There was then a great wail of pain and it pained everybody's heart just to hear it as the loss was too great for the chestnut haired woman. Her friends feared what could happen now.

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It seemed that as the coffin was buried it finally hit the woman that it had really happened, because for her it was being all too surreal.

It should not have been like this. It couldn't have possibly happened. But it did and to the honey-haired woman this day... this day that contrasted greatly to everything she was feeling now felt like a terrible nightmare. One that she couldn't wake up from… one that felt endless… one nightmare that she didn't know if she could survive through it. One that she was perfectly sure would soon enough be the end of her young life.

On this day… this sunny day, that had birds chirping merrily, that the sun was shining brightly in the many tear stained faces and that had such a perfect blue sky and not even one single cloud marring that vastness of blue.

It all contrasted the woman's feelings, because she had lost the most important person of her life. This damned day should have been the darkest of many ages and there should be a shrill wind blowing through her hair. It shouldn't be a colorful day… it should have been a grey day, because she herself felt gray, felt she couldn't see colors anymore, everything was grey for her, however as it was just the beginning of summer it was a sunny day.

"Why did she have to die when they had an entire life to enjoy and live together? Why did she have to go to a place her wife could not follow her? Why did she have to die when she was only 20 years old? When she would become 21 years old in exactly one month?" The chestnut haired woman was thinking to herself. What would she do now? She had an entire life to go on and live alone, because she herself was very young too: only 22… and already a widow. But more than that, because she couldn't follow her young wife after all she promised the blue haired woman.

Furthermore she felt such a big hollowness, she felt numbness, felt weakness inside her, inside her heart, in her body, she couldn't even think straight, she couldn't think at all. She felt lifeless and thus she didn't feel anything anymore, but the pain…the pain…pain pain pain pain pain and more pain. She was only capable of feeling this great PAIN that was breaking smashing crushing her very soul.

At the funeral when every one of her friends were there to offer her their sympathy, their condolences, she couldn't hear any of that. She hadn't snapped yet. She thought maybe she would wake up from this horrendous dream.

Instead her loyal friends were already beside her, supporting her, thanking and accepting their feelings of sympathy for her because she couldn't utter one single word.

She could not stop from looking at the fine young face that was now as pale and cold as one that was made of wax. She couldn't stop wondering that at anytime those beautiful eyes would open for her to be lost in the emerald green of those eyes and that she would hear the wonderful husky sound of her lover's voice saying that it was all a joke, and that she would be able to hold and feel the softness of those fine raven tresses. And she hoped from the bottom of her heart for it.

But she knew all too well that to hope and to happen were very different things, because she had already hoped for things before, ones that seemed unattainable, just like this love she had hoped so much for, and for some miracle she thought, she had the chance to have it, to experience it. Such a wonderful love but so short lived in her opinion and in the opinion of all her friends.

But… and now? What was she supposed to do without THIS LOVE that certainly, not just for her but for all who know her, was the very driving force of her existence? How was she supposed to go on without it? Without this love. She wouldn't love ever again and she wasn't even sure if she could go on living for long without it. Because the very moment she was told her lover died, she felt as lifeless, dead and cold as this corpse that has just been buried before her very own eyes.

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I was in the mood for something anguish and besides that I've been thinking about this one for more than 6 months.

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