Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Kawatta Makai ❯ Birth ( Chapter 2 )

Prophesy

 

Tokyo, Japan. April 13th

Ran was sick. He had been off and on for a while now, but it had gotten worse. Every so often a sharp pain wracked him. His parents had taken him to a doctor about a month ago, but they could not figure out what was wrong. They offered to run some tests, starting with an x-ray, but ran instinctively felt that he shouldn't. Now, however, he wondered if that wasn't a good idea after all. The pain had started earlier that morning, and started off with a while in between, but now they were beginning to quickly become more frequent. “Mother!” The boy's mother ran in. The last thing that Ran remembered that night was her saying something, most likely to comfort him, and then he passed out from the pain.

He woke up slowly, and it took a while for him to place what exactly woke him. Crying, more specifically, a baby crying. Huh? He opened his eyes and sat up, or tried to, but found he couldn't quite move that much yet. Standing over him was his father with a worried expression. As soon as he noticed his son's eyes were open, he started talking, quickly.

“Ran, are you okay? Now don't be upset. I'm sure there's some type of explanation, though it would be best if we kept it quiet, don't you think? Of course you do. So what we'll do is tell people it's ours and I suppose you'll probably want it to know it isn't, so we'll see how that goes. So just stay calm, okay?”

“Huh?”

“Don't call her an it, honey.” Ran turned his head towards his mother's voice and saw her standing there, holding a baby, with blood red hair.

His mind simultaneously reached a conclusion on the basis of logic, and rejected it on the basis of sheer impossibility. He just lay there and let his parents talk.

“Well, it…it…”

“She”

“She…what is she?! She can't be human.”

“Then what else would she be.”

“I…she…it…”

“Is our granddaughter and we will treat her as such, and we will not refer to our granddaughter as an `it'. Ran, you'll have to think of a name.”

“…uh…”

“Though you're probably exhausted now. So you can go back to sleep again. I had Aya go and get some formula and bottles. Don't worry Ran. We'll work through this. Now sleep.” She walked out, still holding the baby. His father followed. Sleep sounded really good. He felt so tired.

Dream sequence

Ran stood on a smooth glassy surface. It looked like obsidian. In the distance he could see an outline of some type of palatial building, but everything was so foggy. He saw a girl, his age. In fact, she looked a lot like him. She was just standing there, looking out past where Ran was. It seemed as though she didn't see him though, just stared past him. He turned around to see what she was looking at. A city stood a fair way off. A black cloud hovered over it, and there was a downpour of rain accented by purple lightning. A dark shadow seemed to be creeping over the city, the buildings that it touched seemed to age and crumble before is eyes, and looking closer, he noticed that it did the same to the people. While he was looking closer he also could see that there was something odd about the rain. It was blood. He whirled back around to face the girl again. Her eyes were no longer the same violet as his. They now matched the color of her hair, a few shades darker than Ran's own, and they faintly glowed. As he watched a large black bird flew down and landed next to her. She didn't glance away from the city, but a hand, almost automatically, reached out and began to gently stroke the bird's feathers. The bird itself, unlike the girl, looked straight at Ran. Ran found that he couldn't break eye contact with the bird, even when he sensed that something was approaching him from behind. He felt something cold and metallic grip his arm, and then he woke up.

Shortly after he woke up, Aya ran into the room. “Ran-niichan, she's so tiny. Mom said I could help with taking care of her if you said it was okay, so is it?”

“…sure”

“Yeah! And look, I found this outside.” She held up a large black feather. Ran couldn't think of any bird it could have come off of, except for the one in his dream.

His mother came into the room shortly. “Aya, don't bother him too much right now.” As Aya skipped away, his mother walked over. “Would you like to hold her?” Ran nodded and she handed the infant to him. He held it gently and looked at her as he tried to make himself understand what was happening. This was his daughter. It, somehow, came out of him. It made no sense. Yet, as he watched her, he felt himself cease to care. All that mattered was that she was his daughter, his baby. He thought back to that dream. It meant something, he was sure of it. And that girl was supposed to be this one at thirteen. In thirteen years, something would happen. And that bird, perhaps it was some sort of guardian or something. He had just given birth, who was he to say what was possible, or even plausible, or not.

“Mother, I think I would like to name her Ravyn.”

 

 

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