Kurisa sad, but peaceful as her momo ran off. Maybe she found some other better life to live. She frowned and wondered somethings. Her eyes of beautiful lilac watered up like the pond she was a few feet away from. The trees around the area were blossoming with beautiful sakura flowers. The night lit the place up nicely as she stood there in her kimono of purple and light blue flowers. Her hair was up and spiked with needles into her hair. She was all dressed up since she was supposed to go see some boss later on, but she decided to step away from the business for a little bit.

Everyone she gets close to leaves her. Everyone besides the one that was cursed with her, Judith and her family. Everyone she falls for leaves her, even her companion leaves her? A small tear fell from the side of her eye. Soon enough when her children are at age - they will leave her too. It was all apart of her curse and she will die for it to end up happening all over again. The woman was like the nine-tailed fox who fell in love with a man for once in her life for him to end up getting killed. After that, the nine-tailed fox destroyed and sucked the souls off of every man. Will she be like that in the end too? Was she really over her head in finding love and passion from someone that wasn't herself? Her hand twirled the parasol that covered the back of her as she sat down on a bench made of bamboo and wood.

Maybe she will live long enough...

To become the evil demon...

Kuri just let her emotions get the best of her. Will anyone really answer her prayers if she did one? Her eyes cornered as she felt a presence come towards her. It was like a shadow she has felt before, but she didn't know who it was. The boy offered her some food as if she was some sad-forgiven begger. The riceball seemed rather fresh. Slowly she reached for it and she made a small hidden smile as her long bangs hid her eyes. "Name?" She spoke coldly and almost ghostly as if she was apart of the undead.

She was none of that as she was an angelic woman, but was she turning into a fallen? Her aura was half dark purple as it could not be seen with a human eye. She waited for the young man's name as she sniffed the food to see if it smelled bad or perhaps poisoned. She wondered if maybe he was here to relax. "Would you like to sit with me?" She wondered, questioning motherly as she saw that it was only her and him here tonight. "I promise I don't bite." She promised him. Maybe he was afraid as her power to fear over underlings was great, but she did not mean to.

There they sat together eating some riceballs. He couldn't see her face and she couldn't see his face. He gave off a name of Kita, but his voice sounded familiar. From where though? He wondered why she was crying and wondered something, "I'm sure you don't want to hear a story from an old soul.~" She teased and chuckled softly. If he progresses into wanting to know her story then perhaps she will tell him, but it was going to be a real long story. "An old soul has a long story so if you wish to save yourself now - please speak your peace." She warned him in a motherly soft voice.

There was no one near them so her story would not go far. Kita seemed to tell her how to eat the rice ball so while watching him eat his, she unwrapped hers and ate hers as well to show some kind of trust. If he still stayed, still wished to hear her story she began. "Ever heard the legend of the Curses? The Curses of Sin. The main desires turned into curses was not always planned by the Goddess of Sin, but it ended up to me it seems.". Her eyes were half-closed, "To start from the beginning or to the present time?" She wondered.

Doing a play for him would have been easier, but just telling him the story will have to be the same. She gazed a little up towards the sky as she looked at the same moon she looked at thousands of years ago, Ana. Ana was the first as she was born under the red harvest moon.

She fell in love with her childhood friend who acted as if he too felt for her. She was the Princess of the area she lived in so many suitors were an option. She fought for her feelings for him and when finally they approved? They were married, her father died on the same day and him? He slowly acted differently. He ignored her, slept with women within the kingdom, and then sent her away to a dungeon. She was confused, hurt, and destroyed. She spent so many years loving him, gifting him with loyalty, honesty, and all the virtues a man could ask for from a woman, but it seemed to not be enough. She was tortured by his ruling in the dungeon until a woman appeared and saved her. She wrapped Ana in darkness and they both went to the castle to find him dead in bed. The guards found her over his dead body and blamed her. She backed away and her whole soul was engulfed into darkness, the abyss ate her.

She started with this as she explains that was the first time. Kurisa explained to Kita that the girl's soul was sent throughout history to be trapped into a vial and ended up being conjoined into another girl a few thousand years later.

He questioned if it was her tale, but why would she tell it anyway if it wasn't apart of her own story? She nibbled her riceball as she thought about it for a second and sighed. "It is, but only the start." she started as she then told the two-thirds of the story.

Or at least a summary of it.

She explained that as a little girl she was experimented on by the person who bought her from her biological parents. Not only was she experimented on, but the man also taught her how to experiment on other people. Her body was infused with an old ancient soul, the girl from the first story. She even had to experiment with her brother. When she wasn't doing that she was locked in a room, a voice speaking to her. It was her only company for several years until she decided as a teen to escape with the other experimented children. They blew up the place and ran off. She then just summarized how during that life-time she fell in love with person after person, they used her, abandoned her, and left her for other women. When she finally found the one that loved her, a powerful demon, her human body died a few years later.

She then started to describe this life-time within two lives. She met a guy when she first arrived at Fiore as Arisa. Kurisa skipped her tragic past of course. That guy flirted with her, danced with her as if it was a fairy tale. He turned out to be engaged to her cousin that lived in Fiore. Months later she fell for a guy who she met during a tournament. She didn't think of it, but they met on the street again and fell in love. She thought she finally broke her curse, but it was after having children that he disappeared. Turned out; he went to prison, once he got out he didn't come back to her and went on in his own life. During that though she fell in love with her best friend - a repeat of what happened with Ana... As he too destoryed her heart, her love and punched her, left her on the cliff to be in despair.

She was stabbed by a woman in a bed of flowers and died only thinking

Why

Why could she never love?

She was revived as someone else, took over someone else's life, and ended up feeling close, almost love towards another... "I just don't know... since he's not particularly GOOD... but I feel like there's good within him and that makes me want to engage. Hard to explain." She sighed.

Love... it was a powerful word that people used so loosely. It was like sweet honey that dropped off a comb. So hard to create, so time-consuming, but it was so easy for people to waste. She has only met him a few times so could she call it love? No, "I cannot call it love, just yet. I still... I feel a connection to him, but not love." She tilted her head a little and cornered her eyes. "Ah, so it is you." She realized who it was. "Arisa, Kurisa, many names - whichever you wish to call me by." She gave off a sweet breathy tone like a mother.

"I want it to be love, but if he doesn't wish to presuit it, give as I give then there will be no point." Her head tilted upward. "Perhaps, I will give my children love from children who need love if it doesn't work out. Not all love is seen from your own eyes. It sometimes finds you. Hopefully, it will for me like the moon and sun. Even when the sun is all-powerful, a large star it still loves the moon no matter the distance." It was somewhat a metaphor or whatever they called it these days. The boy seemed gentle and perhaps he had questions about stuff. "I am here to answer." She tilted her head downward to let her hair cover her face.

"Do you think my desire for love is foolish? My old soul... feels so tired, but it won't let go of anyone till I live a life through someone and find love..." She spoke quietly, almost in a whisper.

She thought about all her lives and realized something. She never had a good history with her parents. One was either crazy and did all these horrible things to her or they just sold her young. The only good parent she had was her father, Ana's father who died mysteriously on her wedding day to her best friend. What she didn't know was something that no one shall know. She listened to the boy as he wondered if she was staying anywhere. She gave a small smile and then slowly stood up tall. She was about six foot two. Her body turned for her lilac moon eyes to gaze at the boy.

"I live in a suite in the hotel over there." She pointed towards the tallest skyscraper. She slowly walked towards there as she then stood there waiting for him. Once he understood and followed, she walked towards the place. She ignored all the gazes they were receiving as what it looked like to them was a mother and their son. They both had similar feats, but for now, she ignored it. She walked inside the hotel and into the elevator. They went to the top as when it opened it revealed the natural setting of a Joyan house. She had her own garden with bamboo in it, koi pond, and even her own spa pool. It was all in the middle, but for now she turned towards the right. "This is the kitchen." She introduced the area. She felt sad as she misses her children and momo who ran off...

The boy seemed to be a little in a world that could not be explained.  He was unsure if her or the place was rather real. She watched him look around first and then he went towards the fridge to see if it was real too. Everything was real and now he finally realized it. He wondered how she got so rich and let me just say, it took a lot of time. She walked towards her half of a circle sofa and sat on it. Her head turned to look at him and closed her eyes to relax for a few seconds.

"It took a long time, but business after business and I had a lot of family loot." She started. It wasn't a lie or anything. She wondered curiously afterwards, "What will you make me?~" She teased motherly. "I'll bake you something in exchange. I use to own a cafe. Baked tons of sweets - even candy. I'm not a huge sweets person, but I do love spicy food." She gave him a sweet little hint in case he did make something sweet. Chocolate cake, strawberry cake - those she liked, but if something was any more sweeter than a lemon tart Kurisa wasn't the type to eat it. "And if I wasn't real dear, I wouldn't be talking to you nor would I have seen that play a few months back." She giggled softly.

The boy was being really kind and formal. She assumed it was because of where he must have come from. Softly, she coughed and laid back on the couch. It was comfortable, like resting on some clouds or even some feathers without the pokey part. She listened to him talk to himself or to her, she could not tell, but what mattered was that whatever he just said - it sounded great. Kurisa has not had someone cook for her in quite a while. He wondered why she baked if she liked spicy food, making her chuckle sweetly.

"For the people of course. More people love sweets than spicy things, plus my cafe was a mix. I served food and sweets. Like a maid cafe." She replied and snuggled into the pillows. All the work she will be doing and has done was getting to her. She wanted someone to take care of her someday... someone to call her own. "What do you think of love - I don't think I asked before." She wondered softly. Her eyes watched as the bamboo lifted water from the stream and onto the other side, making a tic sound. Next, he spoke about doing his acts here in Hosenka, making her smile. "I feel like it'd be good for you. The theater here welcomes all and isn't as touchy." She added and finally closed her eyes as she let the smell of the food go through her nose.

"Ah yes, the trending." she started and yawned with a stretch. "People and their tending. People can't handle unique... someone or thing different." Her eyes are half-closed. Was she describing herself right now? She felt like putting herself in his rant was wrong truthfully. Her eyes cornered to look and watch him cook. Slowly, she sat up against the edge of the couch and embraced her legs close to her face. "Love, like for another person. I know some people are different with it, but I feel like it's a beautiful thing. Having someone to lean on, someone to listen to you, someone that will always be there for you. If you don't appreciate it now, maybe someday I can make you see it." She giggled softly with a motherly smile.

"Well, not those actors and actresses can enjoy their form of art here. I did fan-dancing in my younger days, you know. Singing, playing instruments. Art is a beautiful way to express how you feel." Her head tilted as her purple eyes looked at him more. This was nice, relaxing even and hoped she was not boring him at all. "If momo was here, she would be happy to see you. She likes company and neck scratches." Her eyes furrowed sadly as her lips frowned. She missed her, but she will have to move on. "Perhaps, if you're here any longer you will see my children.~ They're about seven years old." Kurisa created a sweet and pure smile of happiness.

The surprise on the kid's face was worth telling him as his reactions were like an excited kid who wanted to see their siblings - almost. A chuckle escaped her soft lips as she leaned against the couch to watch Masami cook for her. It was like a son cooking for their ill mother. She frowned at the thought as his mother was ill, she - herself was too, but in a different manner. She will die again young as Ana did, Kuri did and Arisa did. She was next of course the when was in question. Her children will have to be the right age for her to die though as this body will wither, but her soul will be within the winds, traveling to another host.

What will become her children, she did not know. Maybe her souls will split off into different people... At this time Kurisa didn't think about it, but it was sad she could not as it was her children who may become the hosts. "They're with their aunt who is on their way here." She yawned once more, stretching and stood straight up. She walked over to Masami, but at the island counter. Her hand grasped onto the chair that was not a stool and sat on it. It was a normal chair with amazing cushions. She hated stools personally.

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