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Soft white cherry blossoms slowly fell like snow during that fateful night
A couple, a woman in white and a man in black, stood face to face with a lady with silver hair and golden eyes.
"Chiyo-sama, before you seal us away promise to us that you will watch over of them."
The silver-haired lady slightly nodded and used an incantation which made the couple disappear from sight.
The lady then picked up an old box on the ground, covered with cherry blossoms. She stared at it for a while and looked up to the solemn dark sky
The end of one story is the beginning of another one
Thirteen years ago, an army of yokai plagued the town of Tsukiya. It etched fear in every human heart.
Just when hope was almost lost, a mysterious, silver-haired woman stood up against them.
She fought against the army's two most powerful yokai. She defeated them and sealed them in a box along with the lesser
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Chapter 4: Struggle
Hours later Jeanne found herself near the river under the willow tree, her eyes staring at the fish as they swam up and down the streams. She held her knees close to her chin and remained silent, she was hurt by La Hire's accusations about her being romantically in love with France. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she glances up towards the star filled sky.
She places her hand over her chest as she begins to think about what was the cause of her inability to communicate with the angels. "W-What if... I-I have committed sin... But it has to be the sin of pride..." she whispers thinking about what sins she could have committed, suddenly an Iris dangles in front of her and she glances over her shoulder to see Francis leaning against the willow tree holding out a single white Iris.
Jeanne smiles sweetly at the nation as she accepts the flower and inhales its wonderful scent, Francis proceeded to take a seat beside her and look at the sky. "I heard from one of
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Chapter 1: Old Memories
The summer winds howl with rage as the heavens continued to shed tears, the pines and oaks dance to the storm melody. A young long blond haired man runs through the rain mud clasping to his pants and shoes; he carries an umbrella in one hand while he cradles bouquet of white roses in the other. He is tall roughly around five nine and is very handsome with captivating indigo blue colored eyes; with fair colored skin to go add to his homely looks. He is the representative of the country of love also known as France, yet he was given the human name Francis Bonnefoy. Panting he finally arrives to his destination, an old cemetery in the city of Orléans. A city that harbored many memories for him, some good others painful and not very welcomed by his conscious. Steadily he places a hand on the iron gate and pushes it, it moans as it gives way and yields to him letting him in. Slowly he begins to make his trek in grass moving towards the far back
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Chapter 11: A Dream come true
A gust of cold wind made a howl as snow began to fall from the heavens once again, Francis stares at the field where the irises grew every spring. He was bundled up in a navy blue wool coat, his golden blond hair was tied by a deep blue ribbon a gift he received from his beloved Jeanne.
Heartache filled his soul, he just couldn't be without her. He missed her so much he wished she would return to him once again, he watches as his breathe becomes visible as he makes his way through the snow covered field.
His eyes glanced about the city of Orleans, "Papa, wait!" cries a small voice causing him to stop in his tracks, he glances over his shoulder and his eyes fall upon the small child. A beautiful pale blond haired girl with the same gorgeous teal eyes that Francis loved oh so much, her cheeks were rosy red as she tries to catch her breath.
She wore a small blue dress under a darker blue coat, a small smile comes to Francis's lips, she rushes to catch up to h
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Chapter 6: Capture
France feels the soft touch of another's hand putting a damp cloth on his forehead. He grabs the hand that was caring for him, he pants weakly as he stirs trying to force himself to awaken. "J-Jeanne... Forgive me...." he whispers still thinking he had done something to cause Jeanne's spirit not visit him. His body ached so badly, it felt like it was on fire. Fire. The word triggered more memories, ones of darker caliber.
The war was nearing an end, he could feel it in his heart where he also felt something else. A human emotion, one that enjoyed feeling very much. Love. He was in love with Jeanne D'Arc; and if he were human and if she was not married to the Lord. He would ask for her hand, he wanted to be with her so badly he longed to tell her how he felt.
France was making his way to the field of Irises. It was Jeanne's favorite place to be it was also the first place he realized he maybe falling for her. France stops when he sees Jeanne standing under t
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Chapter 3: Memories of an Rose
Francis's eyes narrow at the man, his face remains in a frown as Jeanne stares in wonder and awe of the former military commander. A twinge of jealously runs through Francis's body, La Hire had befriended someone who apparently knew sorcery, and made him immortal in exchange for something. La Hire never revealed what it was he exchanged for immortality, he often changed his name over the years and continued to fight alongside Francis in many wars.
Although Francis never minded the great commanders' help in battle, there was still a great deal of tension between La Hire and Francis. Francis still to this day was somewhat angered that La Hire did not get to Jeanne in time, while La Hire was angered that Francis didn't give him warning that they was going to be captured for trying to aid Jeanne and was later imprisoned.
Jeanne happily embraced the military commander and began asking him questions on how he still remained and alive. He gave answers her
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The trees sway with the wind as the heavens cry from above, the dark clouds moved slowly. Jeanne stood in the rain staring at the tombstones before her, Here lies Jacques D'Arc, beloved husband and father. Beside his grave was another that said Isabelle D'Arc, a loving wife and mother. Jeanne gulped as she could feel the tears sting her eyes, Francis informed her that after her death Charles IV made them nobility, but she felt like he only did to ease his guilty conscious.
Jeanne jumps when she has the sudden feeling of being watched, she glances about the cemetery in Domremy-La-Pucelle. She turns to leave her eyes grow wide in disbelief, standing before her were the spirits of her parents. "Jeanne, our dear child..." Isabelle whispers Jacques puts his hand on his wife's shoulder and looks at Jeanne with worried blue green eyes. "Jeanne you have to listen to us... Listen very careful to what we have to say..." he says to her, Jeanne gulps but nods although s
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Russia's eyes darken at her protests this really upset him, she held so much info in her hands. Knowledge that could be used to help the world. And not just that she may possess could heavenly gifts coursing through her veins. She was an guardian angel before she returned to earth as a city so wasn't there a slim chance she had angelic powers.
She was something to be coveted even more now than she had been during her human days. Russia looks at Francis with his violet eyes. "Does your lil angel not understand how much help she could be to the world?" he growls taking a step closer to the French nation and his city.
Jeanne grips Francis tighter; she was shaking in fear of Russia and in fear of upsetting her Lord. "Unless my Lord wills it you will hear nothing about the heavens from these lips!" she sobs into Francis's chest. Francis wrapped his arms around her when she buried her face into him. "That's enough, Russia. Jeanne is no longer an angel. She is the City
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A few days later Jeanne found herself walking through the streets of Paris, she rubs the back of her neck achingly her thoughts swirled around the visit from sweet Saint Catherine. She bit her lip and began to chew on it as she stairs at the ground she walked on trying to decipher the meaning behind her dream that involved her parents, the one that included the fire, and now her what Sweet Saint Catherine spoke to her.
She stumbles back when she bumps into something, she looks up to see a tall man with platinum blond hair that was trimmed to a few inches past his ears, he stood roughly around six two, his skin was pale, he wore a long beige coat, black gloves, light green pants, brown laced up boots, around his neck was a faded pink scarf.
But what caught her attention was his violet eyes, she hadn't seen eyes like those before she steps back. "Forgive me Monsieur I didn't mean to bump into you." She apologizes, a grin creases to his lips as he extends his gloved hand out to
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Chapter 10: Happiness
The sun's rays seeped through the windows, they danced on France's cheeks he stirs in his sleep before opening his lapis lazuli blue eyes. He rises slowly the blanket slides down his bare chest, he rubs the back of his neck before drawing back the covers stepping onto the carpet.
He makes his way to the window and opens the doors stepping out onto the balcony. He looks out at the beautiful scenery, the sunrise was beautiful a small smile comes to his lips. He then touched his chest where his heart rested, and frowns slightly "Was it just a dream?" he whispers he stops and his eyes grow wide when he hears a familiar laugh.
He leans over his balcony to see her in the garden talking to a maid. There she stood in the flesh, his angel his only love Jeanne. She looked even more beautiful in the light, his cheeks began to get warm as he noticed how the sun kissed her fair cheeks. She wore a white lolita dress with its multi-layer ruffles and pleated des
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Chapter 1: Which is it
The flames danced their way around the wooden pole, Jeanne coughs violently she was chained to the stake. Tears ran down her fair cheeks, as she tried to wriggle free. This wasn't happen again, it just couldn't be. Her teal colored eyes fall on Francis who was on his knees watching in horror; he was screaming her name but she could not hear him.
The flames hissed viciously as they began to come closer and closer to the bound city. "Please my lord! Don't take me back! Not again! You returned me for a reason! My lord..." she sobs as the flames met her flesh the pain was all to familiar and real. She coughs again inhaling smoke as she was eaten by the flames, she looks at Frances and sobs. "F-Francis..." she whimpers his name as the flames devoured her completely.
Teal eyes jolt awake and Jeanne rises quickly in her bed panting heavily and shaking, she was covered in sweat. She glances about her room quickly realizing it had been a nightmare, her bedro