Shattered Prism

All characters are (c) Me. Do not use any material found in this story without my express permission. Do not steal my characters, I WILL find you. I did not work on this idea for 7 long years for nothing.

Also, I'm looking for a beta if anyone is interested. c:

Shattered prism, millennia have passed since last the Rabbit and the Skull have met. Will jealousy of a third party drive them apart once more as they reunite, in this, a world where all religion has since died. All deities of past reincarnated from their world to ours, now powerless and stripped of memory. A city bound to its own country by government coverups, trapped forever in a dome long since bought out by a colony from space. There is no day, there is barely night.
This is where it shall begin.

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Chapter 1. Prologue.
Blue eyes and dusty dresses.
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The Rabbit ran playfully from its fellow, the Skull, both girls quite merry on this mid spring day. Through the tall grass of the morning glory fields, to the shadowed cover of the grape vine arcs most tall. The Rabbit, her delicate bare feet launching her lithe frame off the ground in jack rabbit leaps; the balls of her feet carrying her through her flight, heels never touching the ground. Porcelain fingers smoothed over the corner of a grape vine arc as she turned a corner hurriedly, racing forward once more then stopping as she reached the forked road exit of the grape vine archways.

The Rabbit stood and pondered for a moment before glancing off to the side, towards the Valhalla flower patch, grinning wickedly as she raised her right leg and kicked the criss crossed wooden support fence with all her might, breaking a hole just big enough in the vines. The rabbit picked up the blue edges of her simple sundress and drives through the hole, rolling on contact with the ground into the tall stalks of Valhalla flowers.

The Valhalla flowers grew taller than the most healthy of sunflowers and created a dense field of gloriously luminescent purple flowers. The Rabbit couched low, long sky blue hair a mess from the roll, now covering part of her face and dragging slightly on the ground, tangling at the bottom. Spreading the flowers carefully apart, the Rabbit moved hurriedly as to keep her distance from the chaser. "Run run all you can skull, you will never catch this little rabbit, ------." A name came from her mouth, but no sound was to be heard.

Heavy steps ran a distance behind. Small feet attached to short, thick legs of tanned yellow ran bare flat footed across the morning glory field towards the grapevine arcs. A simple white painted wooden skull hairclip donned the side of her raven silk hair. All of this running, she and her friend played it as sport of sort.
A game between one of life, the rabbit, and one of death, the skull, so named by eachother out of sheer sillyness. Yet fitting, nonetheless. The game became daily for them, each day a different path taken, it was always shared gleefully between the two.

The small yet heavy form of the skull reached the arcs of the grapevines and the heavy falls of her running feet quieted to a soft slow trot. The Rabbit would not trick her for the third time in a row this week. Perhaps after this round, she would be so inclined to rename her friend a Fox, rather than a rabbit for her sly ways when it came to the game.

The skull's short yellowed from tanning fingers ran across the many ripe bunches of grapes hanging from the vines of the arc. Stopping as she came to the end, she had two choices, that is, until she noticed the forced apart hole in the side of the grapevines fencing, leading through to the Valhalla flower field. A smiled tugged its way across plump lips.

" Now where oh dear me where could my little rabbit have gone? Be she down one of the paths of the road forked, or the path less traveled? The glaring hole that was so recklessly caused by a certain blunette in the heat of chase..? Is she the white rabbit, and I, Alice? I dare say I choose the rabbit hole to plunge."

Giggles of girlish delight escaped the Rabbit's lips, her hands still making way for her path through the luminescent field.
Final reaching the end of the field the Rabbit pushed her way through onto the platform that held the Rose gardens. Tall half domes towered ahead, rows of them. Each one holding a different furniture center piece, they lined on either side forming a path down to an even larger one that held a white gazebo, over shadowed by the rose dome. In rapid bloom where the pristine blue roses everywhere.

The Rabbit hurried her way down the path to the Gazebo, quickly climbing its stairs to seat herself upon it's railing. Eyes closed and pink lips smiled as she gripped the railings sides and swung her legs back and fourth, the ruffles of her dusty blue sundress swinging in time.
Simple sleeveless straps donned her shoulders, leading to a low neck where a tiny chest with not much to show lay. Everything on the Rabbit was blue, from her eyes to her clothes and hair. Blue, Blue, and more blue of different shades, Blue was the word to describe this cunning little Rabbit.

Tall flowering stalks batted the Skull in the face. Hair now a muss and her green short sleeved knee length simple dress dirtied from the ground she now crawled on to follow the Rabbit's foot prints left in the dirt of the field. Having to crawl through the makeshift path of the flowers, her hands could only do so much to keep the tall flower stalks from whacking her in the face, repetitively.

Following the footsteps the Skull crawled through the luminescent field for a good twenty minutes before finally reaching the edge and stumbling onto a platform ungracefully. The Skull stood shakily and attempted to dust herself off, only managing to spread the dirt on her dress even wider. Her knees where red from crawling, and her hair was out of place in every which way, the Skull was currently quite a messy sight she was.

The Rabbit ran her fingers gingerly across the railing upon which she sat on at the Gazebo. Her fingers trailing the small patches of light that had managed to break through the dense thorns, flowers, and leaves of the roses surrounding herself.
A soft hum left her lips as her blue eyes remained closed, she had just about begun to drift off when suddenly two small tanned yellow arms wrapped themselves around her waist, holding her against another's body and keeping her in place.

"Ah!" The Rabbit gave a startled and surprised screech and would have fallen off the railing had not the arms around her been currently keeping her in place. A dusty cheek softly rested against the Rabbit's own. It was the Skull.

" I have found you, my little rabbit, though foxlike you are. I have followed you through the rabbithole into your den. Now I seek my claim having captured you ------..." The Rabbit's true name came from her lips, though no sound was once again heard, the sky now began to waver.

"Oh And what pray tell does the skull, ------, want as her prize from her dear sweet little captive?" Once again a name was not heard.

The Skull had a smirk tug at her lips in a plotful fashion and her yellow catlike yes gleamed. She took the Rabbit in her arms and slid the two down the railing to the dirt below where they tumbled. The Skull now held the Rabbit Captive below her body from which she straddled, the two girls quite dusty at this point.

"Of I may be so bold as to request that I wish upon you to let me kiss you, my dear, ------.."
The world began to twist and turn, the two girls smiled lovingly and their lips closed in on eachother. Things began to blur to the point of no recognition, and just as the two girl's lips about met-

An alarm clock went off.