Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ No Choice ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ice_elfling 
He had such beautiful eyes , who is he? does he know why my father died?
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.02.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 313 | Status: Work In Progress
He had such beautiful eyes , who is he? does he know why my father died?
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.02.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 313 | Status: Work In Progress
No Choice
pairing : Youji /Ran
warning :AU angst, supernatural, POW, other people die, boy love, um . . . if there is anything else let me know. ^_^*
summery : Youji has lived a hard life, it seems that every where he goes death fallows him around. Everyone he loves dies, his parent, his girlfriend, even his cat. But that is not all of his trouble. He seamed to be fallowed by a red headed stranger, who only appears when something dies. When Youji finally decides to find out just whom, this stranger is, his wold is turned upside down.
disclaimers : I do not own these boys, so do not sue! All you will get is a crummy laptop and a bunch of bills. Besides if I did own the boys I would be too busy to an anser your lawsuit's anyway.^_^
Authors note: this is my first fic so it will probably turn out crummy. But any way it would be nice if you review and tell me how I did . ^_~
Everything dies, there is no avoiding it, there is no turning back the clock. Death is unstoppable, irisittable and has the most beautiful eyes. How do I know? Because I meet him. Meet him and survived. Who am I you may ask? Well . . . I will tell you.
I was nine when we first meet. I did not know who he was then. I was visiting my dad at his office. He was a manager for some insurance company. I was sitting outside my fathers' office waiting for him to get through with his anointment, and from all the yelling and arguing I heard coming from the inside, I could tell it was not going to be over soon. Then he walked in. The first thing I knottiest was his eye. They where big and beautiful and had the strangest violet color I have aver seen. They where darker than purple and had some black in them, but you could still tell they were violet. He looked to be a teenager, probably around 18. After a few moments, I realized he was looking at me, I flushed and turned away. He stood there for a sec staring at me. He had a surprised look on his face. Like I was not supposed to see him.
He was dressed all in black. Black jeans and a black T-shirt. He also had a big black leather trench coat on. His hair also caught my attention. It was blood red, and he also had to ear tails hanging on the sides of his face. He looked beautiful, yet sort of mysteries. After a few seconds I realized he was still staring at me. I began to feel service and began to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. He finally took his eyes off me to look at my father's door. All of a Sudan he looked all mournful.as if he was about to do something he did not want to. He gave me a quick glance and a smile, and then walked into the office. Five seconds later theirs a shot was heard. Both I and the secretary jumped up and ran into the office. I was not prepared for what I saw. My father lay in a puddle of his own blood, there was a hole theirs his heart should have been. The man my father was arguing with was holding some old Fabian Picton that my father kept on his desk. I dropped to my knees next to my father. I began to yell, any. He could not be dead. It was impossible. He was not dead. He was just fooling with us, or just asleep. The secretary took me in her arms and just held me, saying everything will be ok. I did not believe her, how could anything ever be ok again? I wiggled out of her arms and called back to my father dead body. That is when I noticed him again. He was standing over my father. Tears where streaking down his face. He looked at me, at that moment his eyes where pure black. "I'm sorry." With that he was gone. He did not disappear, but just faded away, and after a sec so did everything else around me. All I could see was my dead father, and the blood he laid in. My cloths where now stained, but I did not care. He was dead.
I guess I fainted or something because the next thing I knew was I was in my bed room again. For a second I thought it was all a dream, then I looked at my clothes. Blood. I jumped up and ran out of the room only to collide with my mom. She and dad never got along, and when they separated two years ago I moved in with him to avoid all of my mom's boyfriends. Dad knew she was cheating on him, but he loved her too much to divorce her. I looked at her face. Tears. She was crying. "Oh, baby. Are you ok?" I just stared at her. How dare she ask if I was ok. I just say my father die! I was furious. I fell in her arms and began to cry. "He never even said good-byes. He never even said good-byes." And for the second time that day I blacked out.
The next day I learned that the man who killed my father was sent to jail and would be there until trial. I was to go live with my mom and her boyfriend until I turned 18. And was to go to therapy for the next five months. But still something puzzled me. The boy in black. I knew he had something to do with my fathers death, and the fact that no one had seamed to noticed him bothered me even more. I had to find out who he was, and what part he played in my fathers death.
pairing : Youji /Ran
warning :AU angst, supernatural, POW, other people die, boy love, um . . . if there is anything else let me know. ^_^*
summery : Youji has lived a hard life, it seems that every where he goes death fallows him around. Everyone he loves dies, his parent, his girlfriend, even his cat. But that is not all of his trouble. He seamed to be fallowed by a red headed stranger, who only appears when something dies. When Youji finally decides to find out just whom, this stranger is, his wold is turned upside down.
disclaimers : I do not own these boys, so do not sue! All you will get is a crummy laptop and a bunch of bills. Besides if I did own the boys I would be too busy to an anser your lawsuit's anyway.^_^
Authors note: this is my first fic so it will probably turn out crummy. But any way it would be nice if you review and tell me how I did . ^_~
Everything dies, there is no avoiding it, there is no turning back the clock. Death is unstoppable, irisittable and has the most beautiful eyes. How do I know? Because I meet him. Meet him and survived. Who am I you may ask? Well . . . I will tell you.
I was nine when we first meet. I did not know who he was then. I was visiting my dad at his office. He was a manager for some insurance company. I was sitting outside my fathers' office waiting for him to get through with his anointment, and from all the yelling and arguing I heard coming from the inside, I could tell it was not going to be over soon. Then he walked in. The first thing I knottiest was his eye. They where big and beautiful and had the strangest violet color I have aver seen. They where darker than purple and had some black in them, but you could still tell they were violet. He looked to be a teenager, probably around 18. After a few moments, I realized he was looking at me, I flushed and turned away. He stood there for a sec staring at me. He had a surprised look on his face. Like I was not supposed to see him.
He was dressed all in black. Black jeans and a black T-shirt. He also had a big black leather trench coat on. His hair also caught my attention. It was blood red, and he also had to ear tails hanging on the sides of his face. He looked beautiful, yet sort of mysteries. After a few seconds I realized he was still staring at me. I began to feel service and began to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. He finally took his eyes off me to look at my father's door. All of a Sudan he looked all mournful.as if he was about to do something he did not want to. He gave me a quick glance and a smile, and then walked into the office. Five seconds later theirs a shot was heard. Both I and the secretary jumped up and ran into the office. I was not prepared for what I saw. My father lay in a puddle of his own blood, there was a hole theirs his heart should have been. The man my father was arguing with was holding some old Fabian Picton that my father kept on his desk. I dropped to my knees next to my father. I began to yell, any. He could not be dead. It was impossible. He was not dead. He was just fooling with us, or just asleep. The secretary took me in her arms and just held me, saying everything will be ok. I did not believe her, how could anything ever be ok again? I wiggled out of her arms and called back to my father dead body. That is when I noticed him again. He was standing over my father. Tears where streaking down his face. He looked at me, at that moment his eyes where pure black. "I'm sorry." With that he was gone. He did not disappear, but just faded away, and after a sec so did everything else around me. All I could see was my dead father, and the blood he laid in. My cloths where now stained, but I did not care. He was dead.
I guess I fainted or something because the next thing I knew was I was in my bed room again. For a second I thought it was all a dream, then I looked at my clothes. Blood. I jumped up and ran out of the room only to collide with my mom. She and dad never got along, and when they separated two years ago I moved in with him to avoid all of my mom's boyfriends. Dad knew she was cheating on him, but he loved her too much to divorce her. I looked at her face. Tears. She was crying. "Oh, baby. Are you ok?" I just stared at her. How dare she ask if I was ok. I just say my father die! I was furious. I fell in her arms and began to cry. "He never even said good-byes. He never even said good-byes." And for the second time that day I blacked out.
The next day I learned that the man who killed my father was sent to jail and would be there until trial. I was to go live with my mom and her boyfriend until I turned 18. And was to go to therapy for the next five months. But still something puzzled me. The boy in black. I knew he had something to do with my fathers death, and the fact that no one had seamed to noticed him bothered me even more. I had to find out who he was, and what part he played in my fathers death.