Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Ring ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Ru-chan 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Supernatural / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.29.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 893 | Visits: 546 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Supernatural / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.29.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 893 | Visits: 546 | Status: Completed
Ru: Here I am starting a new fic, when I have to write chapter three of my original...Something is wrong with me.
Rui: I've been telling you that, but you never listen.
Ru: You insult me because you're my kage (shadow). I don't really take you seriously.
Rui: You should. Idiot.
Ru: *ignores her* Anyway...this is an AU. Hell...the characters are going to be OOC at some points and the character's ages and pasts have been changed. It's an AU. I'm trying. I am. Please be gentle. This is my first gravi fic. It features the Ryu/Tatsu pairing, so if shounen ai/yaoi bothers you, you shouldn't be reading this or Gravitation for that matter. What's wrong with you?
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters aren't mine, unless I forgot the years I spent in Japan creating this series. Since it's less than likely that the amnesia was that bad, I obviously don't own it. I do own the story though. I wrote it, after all.
...
Demon Ring
Prologue
~
The finished painting was a sight to behold. Tatsuha almost couldn't believe that he had created it. The image was of a serene lake surrounded by forest, soft sunlight glinting off its calm waters. The scenery was lush, beautiful, and completely at odds with what was happening. A young boy, his amber eyes overflowing with emotion, was being slowly but surely pulled below the surface by a hand at his neck. His eyes were captivating in their beauty, but incredibly sad as he was slowly pulled into the depths of the lake to drown.
Tatsuha knew exactly what had inspired this particular painting.
Eiri and Tatsuha had returned to their family house in Kyoto to visit their father. The visit had not gone well. Their father had fought with both Eiri and Tatsuha in turn, trying to persuade them to come back to Kyoto. Tatsuha had refused, because he had created a life for himself in Tokyo, as a painter. It had taken him years to decide what he wanted to do with his life and art had always called to him. Finally, he had left home, and Touma, his sister's husband, had found him a good apartment in Tokyo, where he painted. Gradually he had made a name for himself and was living comfortably off the money he was making as an artist. Now his father had practically demanded that he return home and accept the responsibility of the family trade, because Eiri had refused it. Tatsuha was unwilling to give up his passion. His brother was unwilling to accept the burden. Eiri hadn't given a reason for his refusal and his eyes were shuttered and cold, but Tatsuha had seen a glimmer of...something in his brother's eyes, and it had filled him with unspeakable sorrow. When he had returned to Tokyo, Tatsuha felt as if he were drowning in it, and the only relief he had available was to paint.
Now, looking over the result, his only thought was that he hoped his brother would see the painting and understand what it meant.
When Tatsuha had first moved out of his family home, things had been different. His brother was not so cold and his sister's smile was always real. Then, when Eiri had returned from America, everything had changed. His brother, whose innocence and joy had made him seem to be lit by sunlight, was now icy and withdrawn, freezing anyone who tried to approach him with his coldness. Mika, who had always been ready to smile and laugh away the burden of her job and her position as sole woman of the family, now seemed to be almost crushed by it. Her easy cheerfulness was gone, extinguished with Eiri's innocence and joy, and Tatsuha felt that the siblings he had grown up with were dead, and had been replaced by people he did not know.
They still spoke, but it was not the same easy conversation they had had before. It hurt to hear his brother's voice turned so cold, and it was painful to hear that the laughter in his sister's voice had died.
When his older brother asked to be called Yuki and dispensed with his family's name, the pain grew fiercer inside of Tatsuha's heart. It was as if Eiri wanted to forget his past and create a new life for himself. A life, Tatsuha thought, that was based on something incredibly painful to his brother.
Neither his brother nor his sister had told Tatsuha what had happened to bring about the changes in them. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. What he did know was that he trusted his siblings and he loved them, no matter what happened. So, Tatsuha continued to paint, allowing himself to express through his art, the emotions he was unable to express through his speech, maintaining a desperate hope that something or someone would come to save his brother from himself, and that someday, maybe, someone would save Tatsuha from his own isolation.
...
Ru: It sucked didn't it? I know it did. I'm horrible. I know I am.
Rui: Will you stop whining about your lack of writing ability if you get reviews?
Ru: Who would review this?!
Rui: *looks at readers* If any of you read this then please review. She's giving me a headache.
Rui: I've been telling you that, but you never listen.
Ru: You insult me because you're my kage (shadow). I don't really take you seriously.
Rui: You should. Idiot.
Ru: *ignores her* Anyway...this is an AU. Hell...the characters are going to be OOC at some points and the character's ages and pasts have been changed. It's an AU. I'm trying. I am. Please be gentle. This is my first gravi fic. It features the Ryu/Tatsu pairing, so if shounen ai/yaoi bothers you, you shouldn't be reading this or Gravitation for that matter. What's wrong with you?
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters aren't mine, unless I forgot the years I spent in Japan creating this series. Since it's less than likely that the amnesia was that bad, I obviously don't own it. I do own the story though. I wrote it, after all.
...
Demon Ring
Prologue
~
The finished painting was a sight to behold. Tatsuha almost couldn't believe that he had created it. The image was of a serene lake surrounded by forest, soft sunlight glinting off its calm waters. The scenery was lush, beautiful, and completely at odds with what was happening. A young boy, his amber eyes overflowing with emotion, was being slowly but surely pulled below the surface by a hand at his neck. His eyes were captivating in their beauty, but incredibly sad as he was slowly pulled into the depths of the lake to drown.
Tatsuha knew exactly what had inspired this particular painting.
Eiri and Tatsuha had returned to their family house in Kyoto to visit their father. The visit had not gone well. Their father had fought with both Eiri and Tatsuha in turn, trying to persuade them to come back to Kyoto. Tatsuha had refused, because he had created a life for himself in Tokyo, as a painter. It had taken him years to decide what he wanted to do with his life and art had always called to him. Finally, he had left home, and Touma, his sister's husband, had found him a good apartment in Tokyo, where he painted. Gradually he had made a name for himself and was living comfortably off the money he was making as an artist. Now his father had practically demanded that he return home and accept the responsibility of the family trade, because Eiri had refused it. Tatsuha was unwilling to give up his passion. His brother was unwilling to accept the burden. Eiri hadn't given a reason for his refusal and his eyes were shuttered and cold, but Tatsuha had seen a glimmer of...something in his brother's eyes, and it had filled him with unspeakable sorrow. When he had returned to Tokyo, Tatsuha felt as if he were drowning in it, and the only relief he had available was to paint.
Now, looking over the result, his only thought was that he hoped his brother would see the painting and understand what it meant.
When Tatsuha had first moved out of his family home, things had been different. His brother was not so cold and his sister's smile was always real. Then, when Eiri had returned from America, everything had changed. His brother, whose innocence and joy had made him seem to be lit by sunlight, was now icy and withdrawn, freezing anyone who tried to approach him with his coldness. Mika, who had always been ready to smile and laugh away the burden of her job and her position as sole woman of the family, now seemed to be almost crushed by it. Her easy cheerfulness was gone, extinguished with Eiri's innocence and joy, and Tatsuha felt that the siblings he had grown up with were dead, and had been replaced by people he did not know.
They still spoke, but it was not the same easy conversation they had had before. It hurt to hear his brother's voice turned so cold, and it was painful to hear that the laughter in his sister's voice had died.
When his older brother asked to be called Yuki and dispensed with his family's name, the pain grew fiercer inside of Tatsuha's heart. It was as if Eiri wanted to forget his past and create a new life for himself. A life, Tatsuha thought, that was based on something incredibly painful to his brother.
Neither his brother nor his sister had told Tatsuha what had happened to bring about the changes in them. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. What he did know was that he trusted his siblings and he loved them, no matter what happened. So, Tatsuha continued to paint, allowing himself to express through his art, the emotions he was unable to express through his speech, maintaining a desperate hope that something or someone would come to save his brother from himself, and that someday, maybe, someone would save Tatsuha from his own isolation.
...
Ru: It sucked didn't it? I know it did. I'm horrible. I know I am.
Rui: Will you stop whining about your lack of writing ability if you get reviews?
Ru: Who would review this?!
Rui: *looks at readers* If any of you read this then please review. She's giving me a headache.