Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Violet Eyes ❯ The Accident ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiß Kreuz. I probably never will, no matter what I do. <sobs>

Author's Note: This is going to be one of the many Yohji/Aya(Ran) stories. Not by me, by the way, this is the first time I try to write such a story. I have already written a fanpoem, but that was different.
This story is also a bit based on "Sorrow's Light" by Freda Warrington. I've borrowed the plot and changed it to my liking. I hope you guys like it. Please give me many reviews! Please? I love reviews.

Warnings: NC-17, Hentai, Alternate Universe, Yaoi

Summary: Ran's sister, Aya, gets ill after their parents have died in an accident. But no doctor in Torlossen can help Aya. So Ran decides to undertake a journey through the Stolen Land to Onafross, in hope the doctors there can help him. Will he ever get through the Stolen Land alive?

Character's thoughts

Chapter One: The Accident

I was born in one of those small villages of Torlossen. I always wondered what would've happened if we lived in Torbyrgi. Probably the Arch-Perfect would've offered me for Ama's blessing or my parents would've dropped me in the Stolen Land, to let the Unseen look after me or kill me. Thank Ama above we lived too far away for that, though sometimes I wished they'd killed me after I was born.

It had all to do with my violet eyes. According to our religion, violet refers to Sudema and Sudema to demons and other evil creatures. Like the Unseen. And I had red hair, which no one else had. Red as blood dripping on the ground when the Unseen ripped off the flesh from your face. Red as the Eldur, though I didn't know what that was at that time.

Life was like hell. It was like living in Kvold itself, only this wasn't Kvold, but a normal village. People always looked away, as if they were afraid my violet eyes would burn them, corrupt them, letting the Unseen in. Or they turned away when I approached.

And that hurts more than anyone can imagine…

I knew that my parents hated me. They never showed any sign of love for me, though I did love them. I thought that, if I loved them enough and showed that all the time, they'd finally love me as well. But they never did.

They did towards my younger sister, though. Probably because Aya looked normal. She had brown hair and brown eyes. A child of Ama, with her cheerful laugh and sunny mood. And she was the only one who truly cared about me.

Even though she was everything I always wanted to be, I couldn't hate her. I couldn't be jealous.

I almost never went out, because children would throw rocks at me. They laughed at me, called names after me. But sometimes I would go out with Aya, riding away from the villagers until there was nothing else but me an dmy sister. We sat on the grass, under the sun, while she leaned against me. Her cheerful chatter filled the air. We were no lovers, but our relation was much deeper than that of a brother and sister.

And almost impossible to describe…

"Ran! Ran! Look at that bird! Isn't it gorgeous?" Aya pointed at a small bird, and laughed when it flew hastily away. I smiled and pulled her closer to me, letting my chin rest on that chestnut hair. The smell of flowers rose up and I inhaled the scent. I loved those moments.

She picked up a flower and gave it to me. I smiled as I accepted her little gift. Her happy laugh filled my heart with love. "You should be more outside, Oni-chan. Look how pale you are!" She placed her arm over mine and compared them. With her tanned skin I indeed looked very pale.

Like a child of Sudema, too afraid to walk under Ama's light. A demon, only able to go out by night.

I couldn't tell her the reason why I always stayedinside. She was so innocent, so lovely, so perfect… Of course, she knew the stories of Ama and Sudema, but how could I tell her that her beloved brother was feared by the whole village, because he had violet eyes? Because people thought he belonged to Sudema? I just couldn't.

"I like being inside, Aya-chan," I said with a sad smile. "You know that." I pushed some hair behind her ear and placed the flower carefully in her hair. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me on my cheek. Now I laughed and I fell on the ground, with Aya landing on top of me.

"You should laugh moor often, Oni-chan," she said with a seriousness that made me laugh only more. She tilted her head in puzzlement and looked inquiringly at me. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I replied, still chuckling. "Just that you can be so adorable when you do your best. Well, even when you don't do your best, you're still adorable."

She laughed her little happy laugh, then cuddled herself up to me, her head resting on my chest. I stared up to the sky, lying comfortably on the grass with one arm under my head and one arm holding onto Aya. I wished this moment could last forever.

I though about my future. I was sixteen now, the age when most boys marry or become a Sublime. I didn't want to be a Sublime. If Ama rejected me because of my violet eyes and bloodred hair, why would I then devote my life to a God who didn't see me as his child? Even if Ama acceptedme, I wasn't religious enough to bear such a life.

But marriage also didn't seem to be an option. Of course, I didn't mind to marry and I'd seen enough nice girls in the village, but who would want to marry me? Not a single parent would let her daughter marry a demon like me. And that left one option open, the one I feared most. That they would make me Unstatused. Then I'd be a bondservant and people could do whatever they wanted to do. And that scared me.

"Ran. Shouldn't we go now? Mother will be waiting for us. We'd promised not to come back too late."

I sighed and looked at the sun. "You're right, it's time to go. Where are our horses?" Aya-chan looked up and pointed at two brown figures grazing near a hill. "I wonder why grass a few miles away tastes better than the grass here," I mused aloud. "Never mind, I'll catch the horses. You will wait here, okay, Aya-chan?" She nodded and smiled. Smiling back, I got up and walked to our horses.

Riding back, I hoped there weren't many villagers outside. I didn't want this day to be spoiled by those stupid people, whose religious fanatics. I must've been very quiet, because Aya asked, "Is there something wrong, Oni-chan? You haven't said a word since we left and you look so serious." She pouted and I smiled.

"No, Aya-chan, there's nothing wrong," I assured her. Then I fell silent again. Though I had said there was nothing wrong, I suddenly noticed something had happened. Something very bad. I tried to shake it off, listened to Aya, but the feeling remained.

It's as if there's been an accident…

I didn't know where I got that idea from, but it frightened me. If there had been an accident, I already knew whose fault it was.

Mine…

The clattering of the hoofs were clearly heard and people shied away from us. Something had happened, no doubt. I reined my horse, climbed off it and walked into our house, with Aya-chan close behind me. It was quiet at home, too quiet. Usually, mother was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Sometimes one of the neighbours came by for a chat. But now there was only silence.

"Mother!" I called. No answer. I tried it again, but only silence returned. "Father?" I asked hesitantly. Father was hardly with us since he and mother took up their Vows of Celibacy and had become Perfects. It would have surprised me if he was here. But there was still no answer.

"Oni-chan, I'm scared." Aya grabbed my arm, trembling slightly. I was scared as well, but I didn't show it.

"I think mother's with one of the neighbours," I told her as calm as I could. "She can return any minute. I believe you still have some sewing to do, haven't you?" I laughed encouragingly at her and her face lighted up.

"That's right. You're right of course. You're so smart." She hugged me, then ran to the living room. I went upstairs, to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. In the corner of the room stood a sword. My sword. I had realised that if I wanted to protect my sister and defend myself, I had to have a weapon. I'd stolen this sword two years ago, practising almost every day in my room.

But what can I do against a whole village? What can I do against death?

Nothing. I could do nothing. Except waiting. So I picked up my sword and started polishing it.

There was a soft knock on the front door, followed by a female voice. "Is anyone at home?" It was the neighbour, Arla. I put my sword back and walked downstairs. Aya-chan stood behind me when I opened the door.

"Oh. Ran. It's you," Arla muttered, looking hastily away to avoid my gaze. I assumed she thought she would burn otherwise.

"Is there something you need?" I asked. I noticed people were gathering behind Arla, though they remained at a save distance. I stood in the doorway, blocking the sight for my sister. But I couldn't block the words that followed from her.

"Your parents have had an accident. They were killed instantly." Arla sounded accusing, as if it was my fault. As if I had caused the accident. As if I killed my parents. And that was exactly how I felt. No matter how far away I had been during the accident, it was my fault. I had failed in protecting them.

I heard myself whispering. "How? How were they killed?"

"They fell of their horses. They were on their way to Torbyrgi. I guess the horses were frightened of something. They had an unlucky fall. Their necks were broken."

I remained silent while I tried to register what just had been said. The crowd looked at me, half expectantly of what I would do, half accusingly, like this was all my fault. "You've brought this misfortune, child of Sudema," they seemed to say. "You're very presence brings the corruption and misfortune with you."

"Where… where are they now?" I managed to ask. I put my arm protectively around Aya, in an attempt to shield her from the cruel world. Of course I couldn't. But it was all I could do. I felt her trembling beside me.

"At the chapel. It won't be wise to see them, especially not for Aya-chan. The hoofs… your parents have been trampled under the hoofs of the horses. Their bodies are heavily maimed." Then she looked at Aya, and her expression softened. "I'm sorry, Aya-chan. You know you can always stay with us."

I felt a sharp pang of pain as I realised once again I wasn't welcome. My sister was, always. But I wasn't. They didn't care about the fact I grieved about my parents' death as well. That I might need comfort as much as my sister.

But what else did you expect from them? You're a demon in their eyes…

"We'll remember that," I replied. "Thank you for telling it us."

Arla nodded and left. I closed the door before the villagers would get the wonderful idea of rushing into our house and dragging me to the local chapel to burn me to death. Since there was almost no wood in Torlossen, I already knew how it would go. They'd put me on the altar's stone, clasping the chains around my hands and feet, so I couldn't run away. Then they'd bring torches and put my clothes on fire. I would become the bonfire for the joyous feast that would follow.

Once the door was closed, I turned around to see the tears in Aya's eyes. I hugged her, she hugged me back and we buried our faces in each other's shoulder, crying. I didn't think I'd ever cried so much before.

We sank on the ground, clanging onto each other as if we were afraid to be alone in our grief. We found peace and calmth in our endless embrace as we tried to cry away the pain that was in our hearts. There were no soothing voices telling us everything would be all right. We didn't need that. We knew it wouldn't be all right ever again.

Finally, the crying became sobbing and I slowly released my sister from my tight embrace. My face was wet, my eyes sore and my throat ached. I felt tired and weak as if all my energy had left me.

Aya looked at me, her huge brown eyes were still watery from our outburst. I gently wiped away a lonely tear from her cheek. "There's nothing we can do, Aya-chan," I told her in a soft voice. "Ama has taken their lives. We ought to be happy." But the words sounded hollow, empty, meaningless.

I placed a kiss on her forehead. I helped her up. "Let's go to bed."

"You won't go away, will you, Oni-chan?" she asked, sounding a bit scared. I smiled and assured her I would stay.
Forever.

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"This is your fault, demon-child." The man shook the boy roughly up.

"I didn't do it, I swear," the boy almost cried. "I wasn't even there."

"This is still your fault. If you weren't born, this wouldn't have happened!" The man raised his arm. The boy struggled, desperately trying to get away. He screamed of fear, of pain, when the man hit him in his face. Blood trickled down from his mouth. "I'll make you pay for what you've done, demon-child!"

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I gasped of fear as I struggled to get up. "No… NO! I didn't do it, I swear, I didn't…" Then I realised where I was. What had happened.

It was only a dream.

My parents. They were dead. Or was that a dream as well? I didn't know. I didn't want to know. But I had to. So I crept out of my bed and sneaked past my sister's room. A glance on that peaceful feature told me she hadn't heard me. Then my mother's room. I opened the door carefully, avoiding all sounds. I looked into the room. Violet light shone through the window, revealing an empty bed. She wasn't there…

Tears gathered in my eyes, but I pushed them back. I couldn't cry now. I had to be strong. Even though she never loved me, I had loved her and now she was gone. Simply gone. It hurt me, but I didn't show it.

For Aya-chan, I have to be strong…

I closed the door and returned to my room.

Reason took me over as I unseathed my sword. Aya and I had to leave. I knew Aya would be save in this village, but I wasn't. And I couldn't leave Aya alone, that would break her heart. So I had to take her with me wherever I went.

I still had the problem of my violet eyes. We would be chased out of every village when they saw my violet eyes. I had to cover them. Pretending to be blind would solve that problem. I only had to make sure Aya understood that.

I grabbed my katana and moved it through the air. The day after the funeral ceremony, Aya and I would leave this village. I sliced the air into tiny bits. If anyone dared to stop us or harm us, I would kill him. Slowly. Painfully.

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Yay! I've finally finished the first chapter. What do you guys think of it? Please tell me, so I know if I should continue this story or not. By the way, if anyone has a great idea for a title, please tell me. "Violet Eyes" was just made up, because I didn't know a better one.

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