sinnamon roll's advanced application

an elfin-framed girl was lying under the beaming sun, in whom's rays left small drops of sweat on her forehead, which was only to be absorbed by the bubblegum pink bangs on her forehead. though her eyes were closed, you could see her trying to open them, but was unable to due to the light shining down on her. the girl groaned very softly, and her eyes finally fluttered open. she had a pair of wide, expressive vermilion colored eyes, and a pair of thick, ebony eyelashes to frame them. her porcelain skin was being blessed by the sun- leaving it, well, sunkissed. she was clad in a revealing, orange, red, and yellow gradient outfit- which strangely had the resemblance of a flower.

this girl is a vessel, named inori. inori yuzuriha, to be specific. however, there was someone being hidden inside of this teenager. her name was mana ouma. though, she had yet to be awaken again. she was well tucked away inside of the vessel. with yet another soft groan, she found herself laying alongside a pair of leather boots. they were surely feminine looking, yet had a very unisex appearance to them. hauling herself into a sitting position, inori looked up at the figure who seemingly owned the pair of boots. she had to squint due to the sun beginning to fall below the horizon. she hauled herself into a sitting position.

with a clasp of her hands together in front of her exposed torso, she let the long sleeves cover the exposed skin. her legs were folded behind her whilst sitting. the man, from what she could see, had vivid colored hair. it looked a bit like the color of.. blood. almost instantly, she let her hands unfold in front of her, and remembered... the lost christmas of 2029. her pupils contracted, and began to tremble a bit. luckily, inori snapped out of the flashback and stammered to her feet. her vermilion eyes were nearly glued to the soil beneath her, rather than the people around her, or the new and strange environment.

she let her hands slowly, yet gracefully fall by her side and stared at the man. in the back of her mind, in such a real thought, a gentle voice spoke to her.. "i'm going to win~" the voice murmured in a sing-song type of tone. the voice was surely mana. mana was inori's real self, trapped within her, as explained earlier. inori was caught off guard by the girl speaking to her in her thoughts, but regained all consciousness. "hey," she called out in a relaxed, hushed tone whilst reaching out to grab the redhead's arm to catch his attention. instead of grabbing his arm, the pinkette gently tapped his shoulder. this was only to let her arms fall beside her once more. a gentle breeze soon blew past, making a few strands of gradient pink hair fall out of place.

it also made the petal like sleeves blow behind her in the wind. the setting, for inori, was almost as peaceful as heaven. of course, compared to japan of 2040, or so. with a small exhale of anxiety, she stared at the man with pleading eyes- hoping she would answer him. in away, he reminded her of argo. maybe even yahiro. the vessel frowned a bit once the wind stopped blowing, and looked towards the sun. after a few seconds, her gaze reverted towards the redhead. she realized, however, his body was marked with ebony markings, which reminded her of... the crystal shards during the lost christmas. she wanted to run away, but maintained her brave and calm personality- standing tall as she awaited a reply from the male.