http://clampfix.fanworks.net/x-fix/snowwhite.txt </head><body><pre>To Lika-chan...I hope I didn't disappoint you. Minna, this is my first yuri fic. Please be kind. And sorry about the inconsistencies. Standard disclaimers apply. Snow White by Shinri Ayase She stared at the mirror, looking past her reflection and at the old man on her futon. His naked form was draped over the sheets, and he reeked of alcohol and spilled seed. Her eyes rested on her face, where streaks of tears marred the perfect white powder on her cheeks. The red paint on her lips smeared, and what their true form had been, you could never know. Her dark hair spilled in clumps over her shoulders and down her back. Skin white as snow. Lips red as blood. Hair black as ebony. The mirror mocked her, and she turned away. She quietly crept past her throwaway lover and slid the door open. The darkness of the hallway embraced her, and she made her way through the familiar labrynth. Anther door swallowed her slim figure as she glided outside in her black silken kimono. She smiled as she felt the cold winter air caress her skin. Lying before her is a vast landscape of virgin white, untouched by the world. It reminded her of a time and a place, when and where she would spend long winter nights gazing at the endless purity with a girl she calls sister. Her sister sees nothing and everything. She remembered her wisdom, her beauty, and her kindness. "Sister," Kanoe whispered sadly, longing to touch her beloved sister's snow-white hair. "Let me enter your dreams." She closed her eyes and hugged herself tightly, trying to stop the tears from falling once more. Tiny fingers touched her face and her eyes snapped open. She found herself sitting before the child-like Hinoto, who was staring at her intently with unseeing eyes. They sat on a blanket snow, and the landscape was white as the dreamgazer's hair. "Sister," the voice was more a passing thought than a word. "Kanoe. I am sorry that I am powerless to help you." The ebony-haired girl burst into tears and clutched her sister's sleeve. "I miss you," she sobbed. "I wish Mother and Father hadn't died. I wish nobody knew what you could do. I wish I could get our old life back. I want our old life back..." she looked at her sister. "I want to be with you," she whispered. Hinoto held her sister tightly. The dreamscape shifted ever so slightly. Thirteen years old. Her sister is only thirteen years old, and is now being peddled as a prostitute by their uncle. She, on the other hand, was sold to the government three years before. The sisters wanted nothing more than to be together, but the evil bane of their life would have none of it. "Don't cry, sister," she whispered. Her lips moved to touch Kanoe's, and the familiar dance began. Fingers made their robes dissolve, and they pressed their bodies close. It was a small comfort they had discovered in the bleakest of moments. Where they touched, they soothed and excited all at once. The world is forgotten, and all they have is each other. Only in dreams could Hinoto feel this. She cried out as her sister's tongue tasted her with the expertise of a connosieur. Only in dreams could she touch her sister's hair, run her fingers along the fine strands of midnight. Only there could she feel her throat move and produce sweet sounds for her sister. Only there could they love each other fully. They touched each other for an eternity of moments until they felt the world shatter like porcelain. And then, they lay still as the dreamscape shifted and became the bedroom they shared as children. Moonlight spilled across their bodies and cotton sheets tangled with their legs. "Sister," Hinoto whispered sadly. "We cannot always meet like this. You know that." Kanoe, lowered her lashes. "I know. You've foreseen it. But can't you change it?" She sounded so much older than she is, she realized, and she wanted to laugh bitterly at that. Her sister sighed and shook her head. "You cannot change the future. It's like holding back a sunrise." Kanoe glared at her sister. "And you insist that you can change the Fate of humanity. Don't think I've forgotten that you said that." She quickly stood up, her bare flesh stark white against the darkness and her hair melding with the shadows. She looked so much older, so much more bitter. "You would change that, but you would not change our situation. And I thought you loved me!" Hinoto reached out for her, but she backed away. "If you want to follow the Fates and never meet again, fine!" the young girl screamed. "But mark my words, sister, I shall make sure that what the Fates have in store for humanity would remain unchanged, is that clear?" Her sister's soft apologies were unheard. The dreamscape dissolved around her. She's back in the cold winter, and frowned at the chilly air. She strode back into her room and washed herself with frozen water. She powdered her face white. She painted her lips red. She combed her hair and set it as a traditional Japanese courtesan would. Skin white as snow. Lips red as blood. Hair black as ebony. She stared at her reflection on the mirror, unflinching in its mocking gaze. She had bitten the poisoned apple, and now she is dead. She peered past the mirror and watched the old man sleep. Outside, a blizzard began to rage. Owari Uh...comments? Suggestions? Flames?</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>