Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Tiger Lilies and Freesias ❯ Prologue - Death ( Chapter 1 )

After wasting an entire English period and doing some major brain storming, I came up with some new ideas for Innocent Inventions. So, I deleted the original story and started everything from scratch; the prologue, the name, and even major portions of the plot. Please enjoy this new version of the story and if you were to leave me some R & R, I'd be in my happy place.

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Disclaimer : I do not own the characters from the Weiss Kreuz series and have no intention on buying the copyrights. I do however own any original character that might wander into the story, but you can steal them if you want.

“Talking” Dreams Thoughts Telepathic Conversation

+Weiss Kreuz+

 

A friend. A brother. A child.

 

Those words could never accurately describe him; they seem so bland and ordinary compared to his real beauty. Whoever designed the gravestone did a terrible job, just carving those damn words into that damn stone. He deserved so much better than what was given to him, especially after all he did for Weiss.

 

Even when he was thrown into a world of darkness, where he was forced to kill and to watch his friends kill, he was always smiling. He had a beautiful smile; it showed of his pearly white teeth and shined far brighter than the sun ever could. His smile was never fake, not so tacky façade; it was real, untouched with horror or angst.

 

He had been adorable, with those deep blue-gray eyes that always lit up whenever someone entered the room and that wheat blonde hair that always fell over his eyes. Even when he was dead, in a pool of his blood, he had a rather strong sense of beauty to him. No one will ever be able to compete, not even one of Kritiker's little imitation clones.

 

A friend?

 

That could never describe what he meant to his teammates and school peers; he was like the glue that held the world together. He had had a way of bringing everyone, even the most hated of enemies, together into a whole group of friends. It was just one of his many natural talents, a talent that will never be used again.

 

He had also been a savior, perhaps because of his charisma and his ability to understand any problems that occurred between others. He could easily bring peace to one's soul just be putting a hand on their shoulder or by giving them a little smile. No one knows how many times he ended disputes amongst Weiss just be entering the room at the right moment.

 

A brother?

 

Everyone felt as if he was their little brother, but he was truly the only family member Yohji had left, since their parents had died years before. With his death, another member of Weiss was left alone in the world and there was no way to change that.

 

Weiss is down to three and things should remain that way, yet Manx had already ordered one of Kritiker's clones to come and replace the fallen member. The new one will look similar to the dead one, but Manx already announced that there would be some appearance and behavior differences. That doesn't matter, he'll never be able to replace Yohji's baby brother.

 

A child?

 

He had the fragile body of a child yet his soul burned with the wisdom of an elderly man, he was always using the wisdom to protect others. Of course, it makes since that he be an intelligent and wise child, he never would have survived as long as he did without the proper amount of brains. His assassin career never did go well with that frail, delicate little body.

 

Four more years and that child would have been a man, or legal as most of his more sexually active admirers had always said. That'll never happen, and it's all because I couldn't protect him from danger, just like I couldn't save my sister. I'll have to live with that for the rest of my life, at least I can assure myself that my guild will mean I'll never be happy again.

 

My heart already hates. I hate myself. I hate Kritiker. I hate his replacement. I hate his killers. I hate…everything…