Asiatic Lilies

Chapter One: Rika

Author Note: Welcome to my story! I hope you enjoy, and in every chapter, I'm going to have a picture of an Asiatic Lily at the top of each chapter (like the one above). This is just because they're beautiful, and the title is all about them. And before I start, I should tell you that I haven't managed to play through all the endings and everything yet, so the characters might be OOC. Hope you like this!

"[Y/N], what is this?" the soft, aloft voice of my Savior asks me. I smile, walking out of the bathroom. I changed into the silken black dress that curls around my shoulder down to my hips before flourishing out in layers of black and dark blue. I give her a smile,

"What do you think? I thought it would look good on me, but I don't know if it is..." I tell her, she holds the creamy small note I sent to her. She gives a soft chuckle,

"You called me away to ask about a dress?" she asks, arching her eyebrows. I give a guilty smile,

"I'm sorry... I just have no idea about what I should wear," I whisper, shrinking slightly. She gives me a soft smile, and walks toward me. She reaches out to thumb the single strap.

"It's fine. This dress is a bit too flashy. Maybe a sleeker black dress. It should look fairly modest, but end around midthigh," she says, staring off into the distance. I smile happily, clasping her hands in mine,

"You're right! That's perfect!" I say happily, and her lips tilt up in a soft smile.

"I know, now then... if you're bored, I can always give you some more materials," she says coolly. I nod,

"Yes, that would be perfect! Though, I was wondering if tonight we could walk through the garden?" I ask softly, she nods, her blonde hair bouncing slightly. My eyes widen, "ooh, you have a knot!" I exclaim, moving behind her to gently untangle it. "There we go... can't let anyone see our Savior as less than perfect," I say warmly, she chuckles softly,

"Come now [Y/N], I've already told you, call me Rika," she says, I smile brightly,

"But you are our Savior, calling you by your name would feel wrong," I tell her, gently running my fingers through her hair to help keep it in place. She hums softly,

"I suppose, but we're friends now," she says calmly, I nod, finishing with her hair.

"Of course we are my Sav-Rika," I say, managing to catch myself. She gives me a warm smile. She pats my shoulders,

"Alright now, I must go back to work now," I nod,

"Of course! Sorry for bugging you!" I say brightly, and she gives me a quick hug before nodding and walking out. I sit down on one of the chairs, running my fingers down the dress's silky surface. I let out a small sigh.

"Oh, would you look at that, my work has all magically disappeared," a warm voice suddenly says. I turn, and smile with a laugh. Rika stands there, a tiny smile perched on her lips. I stand up, clapping my hands together in my excitement,

"Yay!" I cheer happily, standing. I stand up, excitement bubbling through my veins, "I just made a design that could be perfect for you! I was wondering if I could get a few notes?" my voice is light and hopeful, and the harsh straight line of her shoulders bends a tiny bit, a signal of her trust. I rush to my sketchbook, flipping rapidly to the page where a brilliant dress is outlined.

The sleeves are loose and would drift down to just below her elbows, and white robe layered over mystical shifting patterns of dark navy blue and black, flashes of brilliant purple that'll follow and shift with her movements. The fabrics would have glittering stitched stars, moons, and other holy symbols. Her mask would be a lacy black, like the one she has now, except around her right eye, the symbol of Mint Eye would be delicately stitched into the thin fabric.

That's not all, a small necklace would hang around her neck, the charm made of hand-molded minty-blue sea glass, able to hold her elixir so she could bless people in mere moments. The necklace bit of it would be woven black leather that would shimmer variations of red, blue, purple, and green as the light hits it. I even outlined her shoes. Dark onyx crystal bunny heels, the sharp edges of the shoe able to turn some parts softened grey or even pure white. She gives my shoulders a soft squeeze.

"How gorgeous," her voice is soft and awe-filled. Hope blossoms in my chest. "But," her brows furrow, and my spirits crash. "How long would such a thing take you? You ought not to overwork yourself," she scolds. I give her a smile,

"Once I get the fabrics, it really should only take a few weeks to make... and though the necklace and shoes would be a lot harder, the rest of it is possible!" I tell her hopefully. Her lips curl up into a smile. I can tell it's a true one, not one she's used to pasting up for the rest of the world. Her lips curl less, and her eyes are soft blades of newly sprouted grass instead of the hardened sharp blade of emerald.

"Alright then. I'll see if I can get you the fabrics and threads," she says, patting my shoulders. I smile brightly,

"Okay! I'll make sure it does you proud!" I say, my voice warm with determination. She just relaxes, the quiet exhaustion she carries displayed across her features. I gently rub her shoulders, hoping to relieve as much of it as I can. She carries so much weight on them...