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Title: Haunting Memories
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fonulyn
Rating: PG 13?^^ Seriously, I never know these…
Pairing: Kaoru and Die [Dir en grey]
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the persons mentioned in this nor have any connections with them. I do not get any money from this, and it's written solely for entertainment purposes meaning no harm.
Comments: Well… This is odd. And completely AU, although I usually tend to avoid writing AU of any kinds. Heh, seriously, I don’t know if this is any good at all, but just take a look and tell me what you think?^^ I would really appreciate some comments, as always.
It’s Kaoru’s POV, and he is some kind of soldier^^ And it takes place somewhere in the history, but I’m not going to define the time more precisely.
Haunting Memories
I will now tell you a story. This all has happened to me, but I have nothing else to give you than my word, assuring you by my honour as a soldier, that there’s nothing but truth in these words. You may laugh at me, you may believe me. That’s not for me to decide. I have to tell all this, to gain peace of mind before I die.
So, let the story begin…
I sighed. There was nothing else I could do, really, as I was slowly walking on what felt was an endless road. I had been walking for ages, and my feet were hurting, as well as my back was aching. It wasn’t easy to walk long distances with heavy armour like mine, but I didn’t really have a choice. I had no food, and only a little water with me, and I dearly hoped the next village would come soon or I’d be doomed.
I simply listened to the sounds my armour made while I walked, as even the birds seemed to have stopped singing, and there wasn’t even a sound in the air. The wind was blowing though, and I enjoyed it as it brought a bit coolness to the evening, and made it easier for me. There was something slightly unnatural in the wind though, but I passed the thought by with a shrug. I was a soldier, goddammit, I shouldn’t get all freaked out because of a wind.
Then something caught my attention. It was almost like a soft laugh.
A pale figure stood silently between the slender trees. The tree trunks were as white as the frame between them, almost ethereal, like the whole moment. It was like in a dream, and I couldn’t even feel my feet touch the ground as I began to move closer to what appeared to be a young man. It was beginning to be a bit foggy, which even added to the mysterious atmosphere. The only sound was the noises my armour made as I took a step after another, following the silent command I had received from that mysterious figure. He gestured for me to come to him.
As I stood there only a few feet away from him, I noticed the flaming red of his hair, and mentally slapped myself for not noticing it before. It was so obvious, so clear, so hypnotizing. It was like screaming in the silence, the only spot of colour in the otherwise colourless place. Although when I met his eyes I had to correct that thought, since those were far from colourless. The deep brown of his eyes drew me in, and I almost felt like drowning in those depths. Still there was something odd in them, something was missing. I could’ve sworn I was looking in a mirror, rather than in other person’s eyes.
I stared at him through my dark hair that had fallen on my face, trying to figure out who he was, what he was. He placed one pale hand on my shoulder, brought it up to touch my cheek and looked me deep in the eye. I had to shiver, for his touch was cold, cold as death. The coldness seemed to go straight to my bones, shooting through the flesh and into my insides. Slowly his hand became warmer though, and it seemed as if the warmth was spreading all through him. His skin wasn’t glowing white anymore, and even got a slight alive hue.
The moment stood still, for all I was aware of. I simply kept on staring him in the eye, as he kept his fingertips against my cheek. “Come.” I didn’t even have the time to realize he was speaking, before the faint echo of his voice had almost vanished in the ethereal wind. Slowly he retreated further into the forest, walking with silent, gracious steps as I simply stumbled after him. He led me to a big tree, growing beside the wide river, and sat down under the thick branches. I hesitated, but his eyes were still calling for me, and finally I sat down beside him.
Although I was wide awake, somehow the whole time I spent with him has escaped to a mosaic of thoughts, kind of unarranged but still there’s a picture to be seen if one looks closely enough. I remember that I was completely held captive by him, although he never once forced me to do anything, never once told me to do something against my will. Or then he had just cast a spell on me and I didn’t know I wasn’t acting normally. But I don’t care, really.
At first we only sat there and talked. He asked me about the world, how things are and how things have been for the past times. I was surprised since he knew practically nothing about the last century, and I couldn’t help but to think that he must be somehow mentally disturbed. Still I enjoyed talking to him, as he made rather intelligent questions, and understood me although I had to explain some quite difficult things too. In the end, I simply didn’t know what to think of him.
Even though a part of me still refuses to admit it, I enjoyed listening to his smooth voice all too much. He didn’t talk much, but when he did his voice lingered in the air like a song, the few words dancing in the air until the wind took them away. There was something unreal in that voice, but I can’t really tell you what it was, for I don’t know it myself either. But we didn’t only talk through the night. As moments passed he moved closer to me, and there was an unnameable heat between us. It’s fair to say that I practically lusted after him, but I can only defend myself by saying that I don’t think any man could’ve resisted him.
I took him, used him, owned him. I owned him as much as a human being can own another, but only because he let me. He offered himself to me completely, and who was I to deny him? I was only a man, and he was something so much more. Like the last ray of the setting sun, lingering in the air when it’s just about to become dark. Or like a fragile flower after the first freezing night, with a slight layer of ice on it, but still somehow alive. Forgive me the lack of proper terms, after all, I still am only an uneducated soldier. It’s enough if you know he was something rather unique.
The night was long, and only when the first rays of the sun reached our entangled bodies I was exhausted enough to sleep. He fell into the dreamlands just seconds before me, and I had the time to think that there was nothing more enchanting than him before I fell asleep myself. Only after that one night, I was completely and utterly addicted.
It was already long in the afternoon when I finally opened my eyes again. The first thing I did was to make sure my sword was still beside me, for it’s been my loyal companion through endless of fights. The next thing was to see where that beautiful creature I’d met last night was. It would be an understatement to say I was disappointed when I saw that he wasn’t there. I was completely alone. I stood up, searched the bushes and the nearby area, not finding a single trace of him. Finally, tired of looking, I came back to the tree, to the place I’d seen him for the last time.
Somehow I felt something cold tough my cheek, although there was nothing there. It made me flinch, and I turned my eyes towards the river right beside me. And I saw a pale face, staring at me from the water with empty eyes. The exactly same eyes I had looked in only moments before. Only now they were blank, completely dead. Not even thinking what I was doing, I reached my hand out to touch the face that was a few inches below the water’s surface. The long grass that grew from the bottom of the river had intertwined around him, around those long legs and arms, chaining him to his place.
The flaming red hair was floating in the cold water, and before I even realized what I was doing I reached out and took a fistful of the hair between my fingers. He was real, nothing that had come from my imagination could’ve been felt between my fingertips like the wet strands I was holding.
I took him out of the water, and used the rest of the day to bury him underneath the big three that was reaching its branches over the wide river. I marked the grave with a pile of stones, before heading back to the town. There I stopped every single passer by, asking around if anyone knew the man I’d met in the woods. I desperately needed to know who he was, and what had just happened to him.
But no one knew him. No one, except for an old lady I found, begging for food on the streets. I bought her a bowl of soup in a dirty restaurant nearby, and as thanks she told me a story. The whole story was more like her incoherent babbling, and I just tried to make something out of it. Still, I can only repeat what little she told me and it didn’t make much sense.
***
More than two centuries ago, when the country was still unorganized and different clans were fighting over the land, it wasn’t even rare that the gangs of thieves did practically whatever they wanted to do. Robbed, killed, raped, slaughtered the women and children as well as the men. The gangs were put to some kind of order by a powerful general, who fought the leaders of the gangs, cut off their heads and hung them to the walls outside of the city.
It didn’t help though, for more and more of those barbaric clans seemed to be flowing to the area. It wasn’t safe outside anymore, and women and children were denied to walk in the woods. Too many girls had lost either their innocence or their life. Or both.
The general himself had three daughters and a son. The girls were all praised for their beauty, as they were something so divine that no one could understand where that sort of beauty came from. It had to be a gift from the heavens, as how else would the general have so stunning children. Men came from all over the world to ask for the hand of one of general’s daughters in marriage.
His daughters weren’t the thing people spoke of the most though. It was the son. He had a bright red hair by nature, something no one had seen before. Something no one ever saw after that anymore. It wasn’t only the hair of that young man that was extraordinary, everything in him was special. He had bright, big eyes that seemed to see everything, slender frame and angelic face.
Everyone said he had to be a demigod or something, as he seemed to be able to look straight through people with his deep eyes, and no one could ever hide anything from him. He was respected, and feared. But only amongst his own people. The barbarians only saw him as a highly attractive young man, something that would be shame not to use.
Only the women and children were denied the access to outside of the city, and as the general’s son was neither, he could go as he pleased. He often spent time in the forest, so it’s a wonder nothing happened before. One night, his lucky days were over though, as he ran into a bunch of barbarians who thought he was simply too irresistible.
So they raped him under the big tree on the riverside, tortured him with cutting and burning, finally drowning him into the river. Some say the general was punished, for he had received too much, and become too proud for it, instead of thanking the gods. Some say his son was simply too beautiful to be a man on this earth. Whatever the reason may be, he was dead, and when the general found out he slaughtered every single barbarian nearby, sacrificing dozens of his own men in doing so
It was said, that after that day, the son of the general was seen often in the woods, seducing people. Sometimes he killed them, drowned them into the same river he had been drowned himself. Sometimes he tortured them, cutting and burning, but let them go eventually. Sometimes he raped them, leaving them there beaten and bleeding. Sometimes he simply wanted to re-live what he’d been through, and let someone gain control over him. No one knew what he really wanted.
The only thing that was for sure was that if you saw him once, you’d always see him in the same place. He haunted the ones he’d chosen, and never let go.
***
The next morning I went back to the place where I’d buried the man with the flaming red hair. The grave wasn’t there. I searched around for the pile of stones, I even dug some ground away from the spot where I’d buried him the night before. He wasn’t there. I looked into the river; all I saw was the endless water and the long grass swaying from the force of the flow.
As I straightened, I took a look around me, trying to comprehend what had happened.
Somewhere in the distance I could hear someone laughing.
Author:
fonulynRating: PG 13?^^ Seriously, I never know these…
Pairing: Kaoru and Die [Dir en grey]
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the persons mentioned in this nor have any connections with them. I do not get any money from this, and it's written solely for entertainment purposes meaning no harm.
Comments: Well… This is odd. And completely AU, although I usually tend to avoid writing AU of any kinds. Heh, seriously, I don’t know if this is any good at all, but just take a look and tell me what you think?^^ I would really appreciate some comments, as always.
It’s Kaoru’s POV, and he is some kind of soldier^^ And it takes place somewhere in the history, but I’m not going to define the time more precisely.
I will now tell you a story. This all has happened to me, but I have nothing else to give you than my word, assuring you by my honour as a soldier, that there’s nothing but truth in these words. You may laugh at me, you may believe me. That’s not for me to decide. I have to tell all this, to gain peace of mind before I die.
So, let the story begin…
I sighed. There was nothing else I could do, really, as I was slowly walking on what felt was an endless road. I had been walking for ages, and my feet were hurting, as well as my back was aching. It wasn’t easy to walk long distances with heavy armour like mine, but I didn’t really have a choice. I had no food, and only a little water with me, and I dearly hoped the next village would come soon or I’d be doomed.
I simply listened to the sounds my armour made while I walked, as even the birds seemed to have stopped singing, and there wasn’t even a sound in the air. The wind was blowing though, and I enjoyed it as it brought a bit coolness to the evening, and made it easier for me. There was something slightly unnatural in the wind though, but I passed the thought by with a shrug. I was a soldier, goddammit, I shouldn’t get all freaked out because of a wind.
Then something caught my attention. It was almost like a soft laugh.
A pale figure stood silently between the slender trees. The tree trunks were as white as the frame between them, almost ethereal, like the whole moment. It was like in a dream, and I couldn’t even feel my feet touch the ground as I began to move closer to what appeared to be a young man. It was beginning to be a bit foggy, which even added to the mysterious atmosphere. The only sound was the noises my armour made as I took a step after another, following the silent command I had received from that mysterious figure. He gestured for me to come to him.
As I stood there only a few feet away from him, I noticed the flaming red of his hair, and mentally slapped myself for not noticing it before. It was so obvious, so clear, so hypnotizing. It was like screaming in the silence, the only spot of colour in the otherwise colourless place. Although when I met his eyes I had to correct that thought, since those were far from colourless. The deep brown of his eyes drew me in, and I almost felt like drowning in those depths. Still there was something odd in them, something was missing. I could’ve sworn I was looking in a mirror, rather than in other person’s eyes.
I stared at him through my dark hair that had fallen on my face, trying to figure out who he was, what he was. He placed one pale hand on my shoulder, brought it up to touch my cheek and looked me deep in the eye. I had to shiver, for his touch was cold, cold as death. The coldness seemed to go straight to my bones, shooting through the flesh and into my insides. Slowly his hand became warmer though, and it seemed as if the warmth was spreading all through him. His skin wasn’t glowing white anymore, and even got a slight alive hue.
The moment stood still, for all I was aware of. I simply kept on staring him in the eye, as he kept his fingertips against my cheek. “Come.” I didn’t even have the time to realize he was speaking, before the faint echo of his voice had almost vanished in the ethereal wind. Slowly he retreated further into the forest, walking with silent, gracious steps as I simply stumbled after him. He led me to a big tree, growing beside the wide river, and sat down under the thick branches. I hesitated, but his eyes were still calling for me, and finally I sat down beside him.
Although I was wide awake, somehow the whole time I spent with him has escaped to a mosaic of thoughts, kind of unarranged but still there’s a picture to be seen if one looks closely enough. I remember that I was completely held captive by him, although he never once forced me to do anything, never once told me to do something against my will. Or then he had just cast a spell on me and I didn’t know I wasn’t acting normally. But I don’t care, really.
At first we only sat there and talked. He asked me about the world, how things are and how things have been for the past times. I was surprised since he knew practically nothing about the last century, and I couldn’t help but to think that he must be somehow mentally disturbed. Still I enjoyed talking to him, as he made rather intelligent questions, and understood me although I had to explain some quite difficult things too. In the end, I simply didn’t know what to think of him.
Even though a part of me still refuses to admit it, I enjoyed listening to his smooth voice all too much. He didn’t talk much, but when he did his voice lingered in the air like a song, the few words dancing in the air until the wind took them away. There was something unreal in that voice, but I can’t really tell you what it was, for I don’t know it myself either. But we didn’t only talk through the night. As moments passed he moved closer to me, and there was an unnameable heat between us. It’s fair to say that I practically lusted after him, but I can only defend myself by saying that I don’t think any man could’ve resisted him.
I took him, used him, owned him. I owned him as much as a human being can own another, but only because he let me. He offered himself to me completely, and who was I to deny him? I was only a man, and he was something so much more. Like the last ray of the setting sun, lingering in the air when it’s just about to become dark. Or like a fragile flower after the first freezing night, with a slight layer of ice on it, but still somehow alive. Forgive me the lack of proper terms, after all, I still am only an uneducated soldier. It’s enough if you know he was something rather unique.
The night was long, and only when the first rays of the sun reached our entangled bodies I was exhausted enough to sleep. He fell into the dreamlands just seconds before me, and I had the time to think that there was nothing more enchanting than him before I fell asleep myself. Only after that one night, I was completely and utterly addicted.
It was already long in the afternoon when I finally opened my eyes again. The first thing I did was to make sure my sword was still beside me, for it’s been my loyal companion through endless of fights. The next thing was to see where that beautiful creature I’d met last night was. It would be an understatement to say I was disappointed when I saw that he wasn’t there. I was completely alone. I stood up, searched the bushes and the nearby area, not finding a single trace of him. Finally, tired of looking, I came back to the tree, to the place I’d seen him for the last time.
Somehow I felt something cold tough my cheek, although there was nothing there. It made me flinch, and I turned my eyes towards the river right beside me. And I saw a pale face, staring at me from the water with empty eyes. The exactly same eyes I had looked in only moments before. Only now they were blank, completely dead. Not even thinking what I was doing, I reached my hand out to touch the face that was a few inches below the water’s surface. The long grass that grew from the bottom of the river had intertwined around him, around those long legs and arms, chaining him to his place.
The flaming red hair was floating in the cold water, and before I even realized what I was doing I reached out and took a fistful of the hair between my fingers. He was real, nothing that had come from my imagination could’ve been felt between my fingertips like the wet strands I was holding.
I took him out of the water, and used the rest of the day to bury him underneath the big three that was reaching its branches over the wide river. I marked the grave with a pile of stones, before heading back to the town. There I stopped every single passer by, asking around if anyone knew the man I’d met in the woods. I desperately needed to know who he was, and what had just happened to him.
But no one knew him. No one, except for an old lady I found, begging for food on the streets. I bought her a bowl of soup in a dirty restaurant nearby, and as thanks she told me a story. The whole story was more like her incoherent babbling, and I just tried to make something out of it. Still, I can only repeat what little she told me and it didn’t make much sense.
More than two centuries ago, when the country was still unorganized and different clans were fighting over the land, it wasn’t even rare that the gangs of thieves did practically whatever they wanted to do. Robbed, killed, raped, slaughtered the women and children as well as the men. The gangs were put to some kind of order by a powerful general, who fought the leaders of the gangs, cut off their heads and hung them to the walls outside of the city.
It didn’t help though, for more and more of those barbaric clans seemed to be flowing to the area. It wasn’t safe outside anymore, and women and children were denied to walk in the woods. Too many girls had lost either their innocence or their life. Or both.
The general himself had three daughters and a son. The girls were all praised for their beauty, as they were something so divine that no one could understand where that sort of beauty came from. It had to be a gift from the heavens, as how else would the general have so stunning children. Men came from all over the world to ask for the hand of one of general’s daughters in marriage.
His daughters weren’t the thing people spoke of the most though. It was the son. He had a bright red hair by nature, something no one had seen before. Something no one ever saw after that anymore. It wasn’t only the hair of that young man that was extraordinary, everything in him was special. He had bright, big eyes that seemed to see everything, slender frame and angelic face.
Everyone said he had to be a demigod or something, as he seemed to be able to look straight through people with his deep eyes, and no one could ever hide anything from him. He was respected, and feared. But only amongst his own people. The barbarians only saw him as a highly attractive young man, something that would be shame not to use.
Only the women and children were denied the access to outside of the city, and as the general’s son was neither, he could go as he pleased. He often spent time in the forest, so it’s a wonder nothing happened before. One night, his lucky days were over though, as he ran into a bunch of barbarians who thought he was simply too irresistible.
So they raped him under the big tree on the riverside, tortured him with cutting and burning, finally drowning him into the river. Some say the general was punished, for he had received too much, and become too proud for it, instead of thanking the gods. Some say his son was simply too beautiful to be a man on this earth. Whatever the reason may be, he was dead, and when the general found out he slaughtered every single barbarian nearby, sacrificing dozens of his own men in doing so
It was said, that after that day, the son of the general was seen often in the woods, seducing people. Sometimes he killed them, drowned them into the same river he had been drowned himself. Sometimes he tortured them, cutting and burning, but let them go eventually. Sometimes he raped them, leaving them there beaten and bleeding. Sometimes he simply wanted to re-live what he’d been through, and let someone gain control over him. No one knew what he really wanted.
The only thing that was for sure was that if you saw him once, you’d always see him in the same place. He haunted the ones he’d chosen, and never let go.
The next morning I went back to the place where I’d buried the man with the flaming red hair. The grave wasn’t there. I searched around for the pile of stones, I even dug some ground away from the spot where I’d buried him the night before. He wasn’t there. I looked into the river; all I saw was the endless water and the long grass swaying from the force of the flow.
As I straightened, I took a look around me, trying to comprehend what had happened.
Somewhere in the distance I could hear someone laughing.