Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Kuroi ~ Shiroi ❯ disclaimer and prologue ( Prologue )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: PikaChan 
Introduction of Calico.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 08.21.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 623 | Visits: 347 | Status: Completed
Introduction of Calico.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 08.21.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 623 | Visits: 347 | Status: Completed
FWAH! Weiß Kreuz fic ;D So. WK is property of Koyasu Takehito (yay!) and Project Weiß, blah blah. Don't sue me. >_> Hoooooooowever, Schabön and Calico ARE mine. Don't take them, or fel the wrath of Aya-kun's katana ^_^ And a side note: OMI-KUN WA KAWAII DESU YOOO :D :D
~ flyingpinkbunny
- prologue -
He closed his eyes in pain. It was pure hell for him to see this happen to her again. It was like a nightmare... but that's what he wanted it to be. But it wasn't.
A recurring nightmare... flowing through the mind of Kanzaki Shiro. Or, who was *supposed* to be Kanzaki Shiro...
A long black ponytail hung down his back. A bright red baseball cap topped his head, two tufts of ebony fringe hanging from the hole in the front. His eyes were ice blue, the same ice blue as hers... The same onyx hair... ivory skin, lithe figure. If he couldn't change his past, the best he could do was cover it up.
He was a beautiful young man, around the age of sixteen. His complexion seemed so creamy and smooth, almost feminine in form. He walked through the hallways of his new high school, ignoring the random comments from several of the girls grouped against the walls. "Bishounen"... "Pretty-boy"... as much as he hated to be called pretty -he believed that he would never be pretty again-, he let it slide.
Yes, his background was very dark indeed...
Nagareboshi Akari. Bright comet. Such a nice girl, very pretty and kind. It had only been a month ago that she had been fiercely assaulted and raped. She was no longer pure. It brought tears to Shiro's eyes, just to think about it.
As much as he tried to block these thoughts out on his short bike ride home, he just couldn't cover the pain that lay beneath his apricot skin. The green-and-yellow letter jacket adorning his back fell to the bed, at the same instant that he broke down and wept.
He no longer wanted to feel this pain. He wanted someone to love him, to block out every memory of her. There was no use in dwelling on the past when there was a whole future ahead of him.
The bright red T-shirt came off of his back, revealing a rather slim figure, again feminine in form. He took one end of the cloth strip binding his secret, and unraveled it. He replaced the T-shirt, no longer wishing to conceal himself for the day. Where else would he be going anyway?
Nagareboshi Akari... There she lay, sobbing into the letter jacket, with the canary-yellow "A" embroidered on the right chest. Once female, once male, and back again. It was hard for her to cover herself every day. If she wanted love, she wouldn't be able to do it anymore.
But she didn't want to be hurt again. Not like last time... it was hell. She fingered the long scar running from her hip to mid-thigh. The wound was still healing... She could still feel the burn of the cold steel ripping through her flesh.
She looked at the vase of snapdragons on her night table. Snapdragons were supposed to represent strength. She had none.
She needed somebody to help her to be strong.
Koneko no Sume Ie...
That was where she needed to go. A strong dose of fresh-cut flowers was what she needed... not to mention the bishounen running the small shop.
She took the iron-and-leather weapon out of it's velvet case. Iron knuckles... she tenderly fingered the three steel blades protruding from the knuckles. Surely she would need a weapon to be strong.
*Tomorrow...
Boku wa Kanzaki Shiro.
Watashi wa Nagareboshi Akari...*
~ flyingpinkbunny
- prologue -
He closed his eyes in pain. It was pure hell for him to see this happen to her again. It was like a nightmare... but that's what he wanted it to be. But it wasn't.
A recurring nightmare... flowing through the mind of Kanzaki Shiro. Or, who was *supposed* to be Kanzaki Shiro...
A long black ponytail hung down his back. A bright red baseball cap topped his head, two tufts of ebony fringe hanging from the hole in the front. His eyes were ice blue, the same ice blue as hers... The same onyx hair... ivory skin, lithe figure. If he couldn't change his past, the best he could do was cover it up.
He was a beautiful young man, around the age of sixteen. His complexion seemed so creamy and smooth, almost feminine in form. He walked through the hallways of his new high school, ignoring the random comments from several of the girls grouped against the walls. "Bishounen"... "Pretty-boy"... as much as he hated to be called pretty -he believed that he would never be pretty again-, he let it slide.
Yes, his background was very dark indeed...
Nagareboshi Akari. Bright comet. Such a nice girl, very pretty and kind. It had only been a month ago that she had been fiercely assaulted and raped. She was no longer pure. It brought tears to Shiro's eyes, just to think about it.
As much as he tried to block these thoughts out on his short bike ride home, he just couldn't cover the pain that lay beneath his apricot skin. The green-and-yellow letter jacket adorning his back fell to the bed, at the same instant that he broke down and wept.
He no longer wanted to feel this pain. He wanted someone to love him, to block out every memory of her. There was no use in dwelling on the past when there was a whole future ahead of him.
The bright red T-shirt came off of his back, revealing a rather slim figure, again feminine in form. He took one end of the cloth strip binding his secret, and unraveled it. He replaced the T-shirt, no longer wishing to conceal himself for the day. Where else would he be going anyway?
Nagareboshi Akari... There she lay, sobbing into the letter jacket, with the canary-yellow "A" embroidered on the right chest. Once female, once male, and back again. It was hard for her to cover herself every day. If she wanted love, she wouldn't be able to do it anymore.
But she didn't want to be hurt again. Not like last time... it was hell. She fingered the long scar running from her hip to mid-thigh. The wound was still healing... She could still feel the burn of the cold steel ripping through her flesh.
She looked at the vase of snapdragons on her night table. Snapdragons were supposed to represent strength. She had none.
She needed somebody to help her to be strong.
Koneko no Sume Ie...
That was where she needed to go. A strong dose of fresh-cut flowers was what she needed... not to mention the bishounen running the small shop.
She took the iron-and-leather weapon out of it's velvet case. Iron knuckles... she tenderly fingered the three steel blades protruding from the knuckles. Surely she would need a weapon to be strong.
*Tomorrow...
Boku wa Kanzaki Shiro.
Watashi wa Nagareboshi Akari...*