A clover. That's all that it was. Why did it have such a meaning to me? Why was it so special? I knew.

I always wondered why I kept asking myself these questions time and time again. It was like a record stuck

on that one word. Except that one word was actually a string of words, words that describe my past and my

feelings in one sweep. You want to hear the story? Alright, I guess I'll tell you.

My heart went crazy when I first saw him. I loved every thing about him. The way his eyes arched when he

smiled, the way his hand brushed dirt off my face. It was love at first sight I suppose. I knew we couldn't be

together because I was a metallic siren, a weapon used for war. His heart was pure, and mine tainted from

the very bolts and screws that kept those beautiful wings held fast in my back. I longed for him over all

others, my feelings made aware to him many times when certain things we talked about made my cheeks

turn crimson. He would smile and fall into the emerald grass, it's green leaves one with his raven black hair.

I know, I know. You probably are saying, "Girl, he's carefree! He doesn't know a thing about the world!"

Well you know what? I think that's what I liked most about him. He called me Clover. I don't know how he

got that name for me, maybe it was my green eyes. I'll never know. One day we were sitting under a willow

tree when he turned to me and said, "What is your purpose Clover?"

"I am a weapon of war. My purpose is to destroy the enemy."

"No that's not what I mean." He sighed and shook his head. Taking my hands in his, he smiled.

"What do you do if there aren't any wars Clover? What is your purpose then?" I had never thought about

this before.

"I don't know. Maybe I'll just shut down." I turned to smile at him. My short black hair flowed in the breeze.

"You would like it if it were that easy wouldn't you Clover?" Sighing I propped my head on my knees.

"Perhaps if I were dead, there wouldn't be a war and we could all live in peace."

"You know that wouldn't happen."

"I know but still, to wake up one day and smell fresh air and see blue skies. To hear birds sing and not

having to worry about killing people who fight for what they believe in." Both of us stared at the sky. It was

black with pollution, smog and smoke filled the air from war factories laboring over weaponry.

"We share the same dream Clover." And he kissed me, and that's when I knew fate would rear

it's evil head at me, and bite me in unprotected back.

He had to leave for a colony in the morning, it was our first time to say goodbye. I wasn't sure if I'd ever

see him again, but living for him gave me a purpose to continue my life. Two days after he left I was called

to protect a high official. He disgusted me. He was old, around sixty. He looked greasy with a dirty mind

which he made known sometime with a phrase in my ear and a slap on my rump. I came so close to hitting

him one day, but I held back. He laughed at me.

"You have no purpose siren. You are just a hunk of fake flesh and metal, made by our colony to protect

whoever you are assigned to." I lost my temper and ended up slapping him. I stomped off and cried alone.

I recieved a letter from Him, two months in service of Mr. Chiwa (the greasy man) and He wanted me to

meet him at the airport. I counted down the days until I saw him on a calendar in my small room. I was

anticipating his arrival with such excitement I thought I would explode. Finally the day came and I went to

meet Him at the airport. I stood against a viewing glass, waiting for his ship to arrive. Finally, I looked up to

check the time when I saw him.

He was wearing a trenchcoat, with his suitcase in hand his wild black hair untidy as always. He looked up

and saw me and our eyes met. It seemed that only us existed, and those five seconds seemed and eternity.

He ran to me, swinging me around then lifted me so we could kiss. I knew this had to be love. We only had

few hours before I had to go back to Mr. Chiwa's office, but I promised him we would meet again.

"I know Clover, nothing could ever keep us apart. Let's go down to the park then I'll let you be on your

way." So we went to the park. Both of us sat under that same willow tree, but this time we sat side by side

with His hand around me. Fumbling in the grass with his free hand.

"Clover look." In his hand he held a four-leafed clover the same color as my eyes.

"It's beautiful," I said taking it between my fingers.

"Not as beautiful as you," and He took me in his arms in a kiss. The clover flew out of my hands, and into

breeze never to be seen again...

It was cold that night, a perfect time for a rebellion. The sky was darker than usual and there was no moon. I

was headed toward the capitol center, a place were high officials met and spoke of war plans. I swooped

down onto the marble steps, my metalic wings folding neatly behind me. Walking inside the lobby, I kept

to the secret entrances that only the officials knew about. I stopped instantly when I heard them talking.

"Where's that Metallic Siren that's supposed to be protecting you?"

"Went on an errand why?"

"Sources say there is going to be a rebellion tonight, right after the meeting is over. Load your pistol and

ready yourself for the worst."

"Right." I gasped. A rebellion? I would have to kill someone if they endangered the officials lives. And

even then I wouldn't know about it if they put me in beserker mode. I hoped nothing would happen...

When the meeting was over, the officials were prepared for the worst. They held their pistols in their hands

ready to fire if someone tried to attack them. Mr. Chiwa followed behind me, as if using the opportunity

to get closer to my body. He knew where my beserker switch was and he would turn it on if it would mean

his safety. All of us stepped outside where we met a rather large crowd. They began to charge and gunshots

rang out. I felt fingers slide up my spine to the tiny censor in my neck. Then it all went black.

When I gained consiousness, there were dead rebels everywhere. My hands were bloody and at my feet was

Him. I gasped, falling to my knees. He was still alive, but barely.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't, I wasn't myself! Please forgive me!" He smiled weakly and took my hand in his.

"I know you wouldn't have done this if it were your desicion. I only wished we could have made our dream

come true. Clover, I'll always be with you." His eyes shut slowly, and death entered His body. I screamed,

hugging his body to mine, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Don't leave me, you're all I've got." Teary eyed I looked up to the sky. The smog disappeared, and dawn

approached as the factories shut down. I shut my eyes with a small smile. When I opened them a breeze

blew past us. And laying there on his chest, was a perfectly green clover....
This is not a Clamp clover story if some of you were confused. This is my original story. Thanks to Punk Rock Siren for being inspiration. Thanks to the My Immortal song by Even Esence that inspired the drawing(which hopefully will soon be posted on my website)