I am writing a book and I am soon to be putting charries on here. :3 Here's what I have so far.

Thanks to Hiyorin for the idea of Stella. She’s based off of you, if you ever read this. Skittles, Kyaserin, Katzeliebe, and all the others…I only wish I had more time. Thank you.
FULFILLING FATE
Book One: Angel Tears



PROLOGUE
Our world is controlled by the Lifeforce. If it dies, we die. But somebody must control the Lifeforce, too. They are granted power beyond what any one person could ever dream. The current controller is Akane Anima, my mortal enemy, I suppose. I wish it wasn’t this way. Because now people are dying because of my stupid mistakes. Akane has been breaking parts of the Lifeforce and killing innocent people in her attempt to find me. Innocent people… it’s all my fault, isn’t it? My name is Michiru Syntyche…which means Fulfilling Fate. And, I suppose, that’s exactly what I have to do. I have to stop her…whether it means I die or not.

CHAPTER ONE

“Are you happy now?” Akane whispers as she snaps off a sliver of blue, green, and white life energy. “Syntyche, are you happy?”

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“Naite-nanka nain dakara ne...Dai suki,” Stella murmurs. Her voice fades, her eyes gazing up at the sky as they glaze over. I look up, catching a glimpse of silver and red. “Akane,” I whisper. “Die! Baka, hajime-ru noyo kore wa sensou!” My voice grows louder until I’m screeching. Akane disappears in the shadows, back into the stars. “Sister,” I run my fingers through Stella’s blonde hair, highlighted with blue and pink. Her blue eyes are dim now. They never had been so before. Stella was always so happy. Where did that go? I clutch her head to my upper chest, sobbing. “Stella! Stella Caduta, sister, stay alive! Don’t leave me!” I feel something brush my shoulders and I look up to see blue eyes gazing at me. Her form is transparent, but I know who it is. “Star Fall,” I whisper, withholding a sob. The transparent Stella leans down, gazing deep into my eyes, as if she is reading my soul. “Star Fall.” Stella says lightly. “The Scarlet Spirit,” She begins to say something, but her eyes close and she disappears in a cloud of stardust. I look up and I know that she is there, one of the brightest stars. She must be dressed in fine linen and gold, queen of the stars. She has to be. I feel two hands brush my shoulders. I think, for a second, that Stella is back. I turn around to see my best friends. Felina Tsukino, a tall, porcelain skinned girl with long pale pink hair and hot pink eyes, with white cat ears and a bushy tail, and Hotaru Izumi, a short girl with glimmery blue hair that frames her head in thick curls, going no farther than her neck. Hotaru wears different contacts every day. Today her eyes were red. The color of blood. How fitting. Stella’s blood stained my hands. We had been at the Christmas Eve Ball. She had fallen, her neck open within a second as I could somehow see Akane cut her piece of the Lifeforce. Felina wore a long pink gown decorated in white swirls. Hotaru had a puffed-at-the-bottom red gown with intricate black satin designs. I, myself, wore a thin black cocktail dress that was decorated with emerald green. I am tall, an inch taller than Felina and oddly 5’7. My hair falls just below my shoulders in a thick, black mane. My eyes sparkle like emeralds, but today they have lost their glitter. “Come on,” Felina whispers. I yank my hand free of hers and look away, refusing to stand. My body is numb with pain. The grass tickles my bare legs, the moonlight shining to make the accents on my dress shine. Hotaru pulls me up, Felina lifting me and putting me in the car, not even bothering to buckle me and just letting me lay down. In her red convertible Camaro, I stay awake only long enough to pull the roof open. Felina speeds down the road, Hotaru in shotgun. I feel the cool wind batter my skin but I don’t move. I just close my eyes and drift away, my sister’s blood on my hands.
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“It’s Christmas,” Hotaru nudges me, making me awaken. I am in a white nightgown, in my bed. The blood is washed off my hands.