I do not own Dengeki Daisy, no matter how much I wish I did.

Red

The Blood of the Red Roses

Red. That was the color of the roses I had bought to place on Teru's grave.

I had wanted to get daisies, I usually got blue ones as they were Teru's favorites, but in the dead of winter they were unfortunately no longer in season. I was already starting to worry about how long the roses would last, as I had brought no water, and the crisp wind that was blowing in from the North promised even colder weather to come. Thankfully, it would take a while for the roses to completely wilt though. I had spent around ten minutes searching for the perfect bouquet, eventually finding the one with the least amount of already browning flowers and torn petals.

I placed them in front of the grave, hearing the leaves rustle and the paper surrounding them crackle as I gently put them down. Already bending down, I figured that I would go ahead and sit, seeing as how that was how I would end up eventually anyways. I tried my best to make myself comfortable, or at least as comfortable as I could get with my winter jacket whipping in the wind and my hair constantly blowing in my face.

The beginnings of tears started to form in my eyes like they always did whenever I thought about Teru. Most of the time in this beginning state, I was able to pull myself back, away from my breaking point. I didn't try to today though, as there was no one else around to see my cry.

I had cried a lot in the past year, most of the time by myself, and very rarely in front of my friends. They shared my grief though, and I had seen Riko cry more times over Teru's death than she had seen me do the same. Once or twice I had even seen Master shed a tear, the difference between us though, was that it was my fault that she had died.

When Arai had kidnapped her, and she had violently fought with Mori, I had been too late getting to her. In the end I had pulled her out of the ocean with just enough time for her to die in my arms. I had tried my best to bring her back to life, I had given her CPR, and tried to warm up her cold, wet body, but I had known that it was a useless attempt before I even started. Now, not only had I killed her brother, but I had also killed Teru as well.

I rested my head against the cold rock of the headstone, and let my tears flow freely down my cheeks once again, leaving tiny dark marks on the stone. Teru had had no family left when she died, though she considered her friends as close as family. It had hit everyone pretty hard when she had passed away, but for the most part everyone had gotten their lives back together…everyone accept for me.

Teru had been my life, and still somewhat was. While everyone else proceeded to simply visit her grave on her death date, I came at least once a month. I needed her just as I needed air to breath, and without her I would suffocate to death. I often found myself talking to her grave, or simply sitting in solemn silence next to it, replaying moments that I had spent with her in my head and wishing that I had had more.

Slowly, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the music box that she had given me so long ago. I placed it on the ground and opened it up, letting the sweet melody fill the air and saturate in with sadness. I only took out the music box when I was too deep in my sorrow to be pulled back to the surface. Other than that if I saw it, I feared I might break down yet again.

I left my head resting against the headstone and continued not to say a word as the wind pushed around the fallen leaves and stung my exposed skin. I closed my eyes and drowned myself in memories, just like Teru, who had drowned in water.

So, this is going to be a collection of one-shots all for Teru and Kurosaki. They all start with colors, because as we all know, Daisies come in every color.