Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Violet Eyes ❯ The Escape ( Chapter 2 )

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

//…// = telepathy

Chapter Two: The Escape

The next morning, after breakfast, I decided to tell Aya about my plans. It was the hardest thing I'd ever done. I knew Aya loved this village and all her friends were here. Of course, if she didn't want to leave with me, if she'd rather stayed in this village, I would arrange a place for her to sleep. The neighbours loved her, so that wouldn't be a problem.

But I will miss her terribly… I don't think I'll ever return when I leave this place…

I looked across the table, where Aya was sitting. She had hardly touched her food, but I assumed she was still mourning about our parents' death. I didn't feel that hungry myself as well, so I understood. At least I though I did.

"Aya," I said, breaking the silence. "I've got to tell you something." She looked up, her eyes red from crying. Still from yesterday? Or had she cried again this morning, after I'd fallen asleep again?

"Oni-chan?"

I took a deep breath. This wouldn't be easy. "Aya… I… I have to leave this village. Forever. I won't expect you to come with me. If you'd rather stay here, I can live with that. But I'm leaving… after the funeral ceremony." I cast my gaze down at the table, unable to look at her any longer, being torn apart by doubt.

What will she choose?

"……Oni-chan…… Why? Why do you have to leave?"

I closed my eyes. I knew I could've expected that question. My mother and I had never told her about my handicap, and I guessed my mother had asked the villagers to keep it a secret as well. But now it was time to tell the truth.

"Because," I told her quietly, "I have violet eyes."

There fell a tangible silence and I imagined how Aya looked at me with her huge brown eyes, asking silently for an explanation.

"Why? I don't understand it… Oni-chan, why? What have your eyes to do with this?" Aya sounded confused and scared. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her helplessly. How? How could I make her understand?

"Aya-chan… You know the stories of Ama and Sudema, don't you?" She nodded. Of course she knew them. There wasn't a single child who did not. "Well… you see… You know violet is the colour of Sudema…" I fell silent, feeling emotions swirling deep inside my heart. I tried to control them. The effort it cost made my throat ache. "…and because my eyes are violet, people think I'm a child of Sudema," I whispered, almost too soft to be heard.

Aya gasped. Of fear? Of hatred? Out ouf shock? "Oni-chan……" She walked to me, touching my face softly. I opened my eyes and looked into those soft brown eyes. She smiled. "Yes, your eyes are violet. But I know you're not a demon. And I'm coming with you." She put her arms around me, trying to smother me with her love. I stroke her smooth hair.

Thank you, Aya-chan…

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The day of the funeral ceremony was one of those sunny days. The villagers saw it as a good sign. I saw it as an attempt to mock this funeral. Surely, if Ama loved his children, wouldn't he mourn as much as we did? But no, he smiled, he laughed, he pretended nothing had happened.

How can he? How dares he? What is he for a God?

I couldn't remember much of what happened at the funeral. All I knew was standing there, with no one else except my sister at my side. People avoided me, the sphere in the chapel was tense. I knew they were up to something. Thank Ama I had brought my katana with me. I only hoped no one would recognise it. I had enough without being accused of theft.

The murmuring silenced when two Perfects entered the chapel, followed by the Arch-Perfect. I disliked him on the first side. I had never seen him before, because I wasn't allowed to go to the Assembly that was held every three months. I thought it had to do with the two tufts of white hair at the side of his head. It made him look like a bird or a koala bear.

Then I saw his eyes. They only possessed evilness, so much, that I shivered. Fear entered my heart. He gave me a cool, dark glance and I knew, without doubt, he would bring a lot of trouble.

Now he knows me, he'll try to kill me…

The two Perfects stood still in front of the altar, blessing it, then turned around to face the mourning people. "The Arch-Perfect, Lord Takatori," they exclaimed. The Arch-Perfect bowed in reply and wavved the Perfects away.

"This day is a sad day for everyone. Two souls have left us too early. But there's no reason for us mortals to be sad for too long, for we all know Ama has taken them with him." His voice was rich and deep, but instead of hearing warmth and kindness - as one would expect from an Arch-Perfect - he sounded calculating.

His speech went on and on, but I didn't hear much of it. I was aware of my sister leaning against me, while tears trickled down her face. I put my arms around her and pulled her softly against me.

The two Perfects approached the altar once again, this time both carrying a torch. Though I knew it all belonged to the ceremony, seeing those two torches gave me a vision of myself being burned to death. I tried to ban this vision from my mind, telling myself nothing would happen.The cold smile of Takatori, however, made that impossible.

"We have now come to the point to say our frewells forever. Ama has their souls, now it's time to send their bodies."

The two Prefects brought the torches to the lifeless bodies. Some dried wood from bushes were piled around them. Flames grew higher and higher and the air became filled with the smell of burning flesh. I watched it with a morbid fascination, while I slowly felt nauseated.

I can't stand this… Ama above, am I the only one who needs fresh air? Or… am I really a demon and is the sanctified air trying to suffocate me? No… NO! I'm not a demon, I'm not…

"My dearest ladies and gentlemen, for this moment brothers and sisters in this mourning period. I am very sorry to tell you this death has not been an accident. It was done on purpose and the cause of this is the demon living among you. And you have tolerated this demon. This is your punishment!"

I felt my heart turning into ice. I wanted to grab my sword, but I couldn't move. It was as if he had cast a spell on me. I vaguely saw the two Perfects gathering behind him, only now they weren't Perfects anymore, but angels from Ama, surrounded by his power.

"But don't be scared," the Arch-Perfect continued in a soothing voice. "We all make mistakes from time to time. Ama knows this and his great heart is ready to forgive you all. However, he will not tolerate this child of Sudema any longer. It is up to you what to do with him."

There was a silence for several moments. Then chaos started. One would be surprised at how creative village justice could be. Suggestions of hanging, burning, torturing and worse were made. Above all, my sister yelled I was not a demon.

Several Sublimes rushed at the Arch-Perfect to protect him. I grabbed my katana, unsheathing it. The crowd came dangerously quick towards me. There was no way I could escape… until I saw an open space leading to a window. I had to be fast and I had to bring Aya with me.

I took her hand. "Come with me," I said. I didn't know if she heard me, but she nodded. I fastened my grip of my katana, made a move towards the crowd as if I intended to attack them, then ran to the window. I jumped, my sister jumped with me, and we crashed through the window. The ground was hard, bruising my hands and knees.

Aya struggled to get up, I was almost immediately on my feet. Fear rushed through my veins, giving me more stamina than I'd ever had. "Run," I breathed, and pushed my sister towards freedom. With the whole village on our heels, we started to run for our life…

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The sun settled down and the air was chill under the dark sky. Aya trembled, though she tried to hide it. I knew she was frightened, scared that Sudema's Light would harm her. I admitted I was frightened as well, only I of something else.

What… what if people are waiting for us? What if they've burned our house down?

I held tighter onto my katana and faced Aya. "If you wait here, I'll get our stuff. Don't worry, no one will harm you."

"But it's so cold." She shivered and put her arms around herself, trying to warm herself.

I gave her my cloak. "Here… put this on," I whispered. "Don't make any noise." With that, I left her.

There was no one outside. Even the animals were inside, no sound was to be heard, except for my own breathing and walking on the ground. I hated the silence, that made every noise I made sounding louder than it did. I had the feeling I woke up at least half the village.

The house was still there. People even hadn't pillaged it. That was a good sign. I only needed to pick up our bags. We had packed the days before, knowing we wouldn't have much time after the funeral ceremony.

Thank Ama we don't have a dog…

I looked one more time around. Even though the furniture was still there, even though it seemed like my sister could come down any minute, followed by my mother, the whole house sounded empty. Left alone. Uninhabited…

I closed the door with a sad feeling. Looking up at the sky, where the star shone its purple light, I knew it was time to go. Time to leave the village behind. Time to grow up. Time to run and hide. I beckoned at the horses to follow me. They responded immediately, whinning softly, happy to see me.

I guess the horses are the only living creatures who are always happy to see me…

"Hush, Daila, hush, Blacky," I whispered, petting them. I hung the bags on their back and then led them out of the village. So far so good…

"Aya? Aya-chan, are you there?" I looked around.

She stepped out of some bushes. Her face was pale and she was shivering, but I assumed it was only fear for Sudema's Light. I smiled and gaver her Daila, her horse. She grabbed my arm.

"Oni-chan, I thought I saw someone when you were in our house," she whispered. "He was looking at you, I saw a glimmer of his glasses when he followed you with his eyes. Oh, Ran, I'm so scared!" She sobbed.

"Sshh… It's okay," I whispered back. "We'll leave right now." I turned around with the intention to mount my horse, when I suddenly noticed someone was standing behind me. I gave a startled cry.

"My, my, kitten," he said with an annoying grin on his face. "You shouldn't make so much noise. People in the village don't like that in the middle of the night." I clutched my hands, recognising him as one of the Perfects of this afternoon.

"What do you want?" I hissed.

"What I want?" he echoed, sounding slightly surprised. //Why, you, my kitten.//

I gasped. My sister, who hadn't heard what this stranger had said, looked in fear to me. She called my name, but I didn't hear her. What did he want from me? Why was he here? To take me back to Arch-Perfect Takatori? Or to kill me, right here?

I knew my katana was within the reach of my hand. All I had to do was to bend forward, grab my sword and slice this redhaired stranger into tiny bits. It would be the first human I'd ever killed, but I didn't care. I started to lean forwards…

"I wouldn't do that, my kitten," he advised. His voice had turned cool and sharp. //Besides// he adden in my mind, //do you really think you're fast enough?//

Before I even realised what he did, he stood behind Aya-chan, with one hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming, the other one used to hold a dagger at her throat.

"Aya-chan!"

The stranger grinned broadly. //See?// He pressed the dagger harder against her throat. I had to watch this helplessly, realising he would have cut her throat before I even could do something.

What must I do?

But my sister already took care of that. If the situation wasn't that serious, I would've laughed. Because my dearest sister, so sweet and innocent, who wouldn't harm anyone, bit him in his hand.

"Aahh… Damn it." He cursed viciously. I pulled my sister to me.

"Mount your horse. We've got to get out of here."

My sister did what I said, but before I could mount my horse, the stranger laid his hand on my shoulder. His jade green eyes flickered dangerously. "Don't think this is over, my kitten. I've seen you once. It won't be too hard to find you again. You can't hide yourself from me." Then he released me. With fear in my heart, I mounted my horse and rode away.

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Schuldig watched the two riding away.He smiled self-satisfied. //Mission accomplished.// Someone else appeared next to Schuldig.

"I hope you've enjoyed yourself. You were supposed to kill him. How do you explain this to Mr Takatori?"

//Ah, come on, Braddy// Schuldig complained. //It was great fun, right? Besides, the kitten can't hide. I'll always find him.//

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Incoming Schuldig!!! He's fun to write. I admit I have looked a bit at the Schuldig in Sardius' stories. I just love that.

I guess this story has only grammar mistakes, I can't help it. I do my best, I get confused sometimes. I hope you forgive me.

Well then, up to the next chapter.

Soulfire